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“GARCHOMP!!!"

“Hey! Hey! Chill out! Frosslass!" Said a man as the Garchomp that they just captured was causing some problem. His Frosslass then used an Icy Wind that quickly put the rebellious Dragon Type on its place. Soon, the chains on the Pokémon's body were tightened, as he was forced to go back into line by the other humans overseeing the operation.

One by one, the Dragon Type Pokémon were all put on cages or put into some tighter bindings to make sure they would be nice and snug to be transport to the hideout of Team Plasma. Until then, they would be kept in chains and carefully watched by the members of Team Plasma, as well as their Fairy and Ice Type Pokémon, all of them ready to punish whatever one of those dragons that tried to play the rebellious and cause problem.

“So... it seems everything is going smoothly, doesn't it?" Said an aged man, with orangish hair and mustache and wearing a long white coat and brown pants. He had a cane on his hand, and he oversaw the moving of the Pokémon to the cages and then to the transportation vehicles as the many men and women of Team Plasma forced them to keep moving.

“Sure is, Doc." Said the man with the Frosslass. “They are pretty feisty, but they are easy to put in place when you have the right tools."

“Of course they are feisty." Said the man in the white coat. “They are Dragon Types, after all. Unruly and savage by definition. Always refusing to be tamed and flaunting their strength to anyone who wants to see. Such annoying traits..."

The doctor looked as one of the Pokémon, a Druddigon, tried to break free from the chains, what led two of them to order their Pokémon to use moves on the Dragon Type to make it behave, while other members came forward to add more chains and a muzzle onto the dragon, to make sure it would not be able to struggle that much.

“You think Zekrom will be as wild as those guys?" The grunt said. “Or you think he will be more sophisticated than them? Or is it she? I mean, I don't really believe on this thing of the Legendaries being genderless and stuff..."

“Zekrom is a Pokémon." The man in the coat said, cutting the grunt before he could go on. “It is not a person, and neither is it a deity. It is an animal with special abilities. Nothing more, nothing less. As a Dragon Type, course it will be as unruly as others of its' kind. More likely it will be particularly hard to deal with, considering how powerful it is rumored to be."

He then looked at the grunt.

“Luckily, the fact that it is just another Pokémon will work on our favor." The man said to the grunt, “This means Zekrom will be as susceptible to P.O.S.I. as any other of its kind. As soon as it is ready, we will finally have the Legendary Pokémon we have always wanted."

Yes, Team Plasma would finally have what it wanted.

A lot of things may have happened. They may have nearly disbanded and suffered a change in leadership, but their main goal has not changed: to capture a Legendary and use the Pokémon's power to force the world to submit to their will.

But not any Legendary. Team Plasma has always had their eyes on no other than Zekrom, one of Unova's two Legendary Dragons, the dark counter part of Reshiram and said to govern over electricity and thunderstorms, and said to be able to cover the world in one if it ever got mad enough.

Can you blame some guys of wanting to harness all that raw power for themselves?

Well, apparently some could, so much that they nearly ended Team Plasma. However, as a new leader took place of their former one, the team continued to exist, and now they continued their activities in order to one day be able to achieve their final goal.

Activities that involved capturing wild Pokémon. Dragon Types in particular.

“So, half of those will be sold off to some rich guys in and out of Unova, right?" The grunt asked, and the man in the coat nodded.

“Yes, for the funds necessary to finance our organization." The man said, “The others will be kept as test subjects for the development of P.O.S.I., and later used to try and locate Zekrom's nest. Their natural agitation when entering the territory of another Dragon Type will be useful. We just need to keep a few of them chained and monitor their levels of stress. They will certainly have a reaction if we enter Zekrom's territory with them."

The grunt looked at the doctor, and he was about to say something, when suddenly there was a huge commotion somewhere in the line.

“IT KNOWS FLAMETHROWER!" Someone screamed, as both humans and Pokémon ran in panic from a creature on the line of dragons. The Hydreigon roared in fury, as pillars of flame erupted from its mouth. As efficient as Fairy and Ice Types were against Dragon Types, they were naturally weak to fire, and had a natural fear of that element. So, a Dragon Type who knew a Fire Type move could be a challenge for them. Like that Hydreigon clearly was.

As the operation devolved into chaos, the Hydreigon used this change to tug really had and eventually break the chains that were holding them, allowing the Dragon Type to sprint into running, now using Dragon Rush to dash across the camp and create even more chaos.

It must have belonged to a trainer who decided to release it in the wild. The man on the coat thought to himself as he saw the dragon running around. So annoying... He looked at the Pokémon that dashed around, until it started dashing on his direction.

“It's coming this way!" Said the grunt, “Run, Doctor Cannon!"

The man dashed into a mad rush to run away from the Hydreigon using Dragon Rush. However, the man on the coat, Dr. Cannon, did not move from where he stood. Instead, he only rose his cane.

“Pugsy, deal with this for me, yes?" He said, as he casually pressed a finger on the tip of his cane. More precisely, on the pokéball attached to the tip of his cane. The ball grew in size and popped open, emitting white light from it, which soon took the form of a great, orange canine with black stripes.

“Flare Blitz." Cannon calmly commanded, and the Arcanine roared as it charged forward, enveloped in flames. The Fire Type Collided with the Dragon Type and, after half-a-second of struggle between the two, the Dragon Type was forced several feet back, landing heavily on the ground. However, there was no relent.

“Extreme Speed." Cannon commanded, and the Arcanine once more attacked, moving in a blur and charging at the Hydreigon over and over again, causing the Dragon Type of roar as it was attacked several times. The poor dragon let out a pitiful wail that would make most people take mercy on it.

Cannon was not most people.

It was time to end this.

“Pugsy..." Cannon said, “Play Rough."

Most of the members of Team Plasma looked away from the gruesome scene that followed. Pugsy's mouth and paws were caked with the blood of the poor Hydreigon by the time it was done. As for what was left of the Dragon Type... well, let's just say it was not pretty to look at.

Cannon, on his end, just walked to the side of the Fire Type and said:

“Well, that's one less Pokémon for us to use, what is a waste in my opinion." He was talking to the other grunts. “Make sure we don't lose any other, yes?"

The members of Team Plasma, some of them still queasy about the sight of what happened to the poor Hydreigon, continued with their job. This time, they were making sure to double check that the Dragon Types were properly secure by their chains, and they made sure to muzzle all of them, as to avoid another incident like that.

Cannon oversaw the work, and then he felt something rubbing on his hand.

“Ni." Said the creature by his side. Cannon looked to the side to find out that his Arcanine, Pugsy, was now nuzzling on his hand with its snout. This caused Cannon, in an act that many would find uncharacteristic of him, to open a smile and pet the head of his Pokémon.

“Good boy, Pugsy." He said, and the Arcanine murred as it was petted by its master. “You did very good and made me very happy." Cannon then leaned, and whispered to the dog's ear:

“Master will reward you later..."

Pugsy murred, wagging its tail...

---

“Oh, yes..." Cannon said, his usually cold façade now completely gone, as the man was sweaty and panting. “Yes, that's it, good boy. Such a gooooood boy."

Cannon's office was on a privileged area of the Team Plasma's base. It had more than enough space for him, and it was completely soundproof. This worked in two ways, as it both kept Cannon from being disturbed by someone on the outside, and it kept his... “personal affairs" safe from the peering ears of other members.

Pugsy could be pretty loud when they were going at it.

“Ni! Nine-Nine! Arcanine!" Pugsy barked as it panted. Behind the Arcanine, Cannon was moving his hips pretty hard and fast as his hands gripped on the backside of his entrusted Arcanine. His pants were gone, left on the ground of the office along with the Doctor's underwear. Cannon's dick, hard and of a decent size, pistoning in and out of Pugsy's tailhole with each movement of the Doctor's hips, which had grown more and more restless from the moment they had begun, nearly fifteen minutes ago.

That room, which normally enjoyed of a cool temperature thanks to the air-conditioning, now felt like an oven, as the intense fucking was making Pugsy's body emit a considerable amount of heat, but not enough to make Cannon even consider stop fucking that delicious tailhole, like he had done many, many more times in the past, and like he planned to do many more times in the future.

“Ooooohhh, Pugsy!" Cannon said, sending his cock faster as he felt that sphincter get even tighter around his penis. Pugsy howled as its orgasm hit. The Arcanine's own dick, much bigger than that of its human master, flared and surged, spilling the Pokémon's load into the ground and forming a white puddle that would have to be cleaned later, but Cannon couldn't bring himself to care right now.

His own orgasm hit, and he continued to pound on his beloved Pugsy's backside as he shot his load, filling that deliciously warm tailhole with his own warm seed.

After a few minutes, Cannon sighed, and he pulled out, letting his member flop out of the hole he had been fucking and allowing cum to come gushing out of it.

Then, he gave a slap to the backside, causing Pugsy to bark and look over its shoulder to Cannon, who was standing behind the Arcanine.

“Come clean me, boy." Cannon said. It was a command. One that the Arcanine was quick to obey, as it turned around, cum dripping from its anus as it turned and brought is mouth to Cannon's dick. The man was not worried on his Arcanine opened its mouth, revealing big fangs. He knew that Pugsy would never bite him.

Cannon just sighed and closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the familiar feeling of having his dick cleaned by his faithful hound. His dear Pugsy whom he raised since it was a small Growlithe, and which now was his most entrusted Pokémon, whom he trusted even more than many humans.

“Good boy..." Cannon said, bringing a hand to the Arcanine's head and caressing its mane, while Pugsy murred around his dick.

“My good boy, Pugsy..."

Oh, how Cannon wished that moments like that could last forever.

Unfortunately for the good doctor, they didn't.

The first thing he noticed was the familiar buzzing coming from his desk. It was the sound of the intercom. Cannon could nearly groan as he hated when people called him when he was having a nice moment with his dear Pugsy. Well, at least they called after they had already finished...

However, his annoyance soon turned into confusion as he heard the intercom produce sounds he never heard it making before. A mixture of static and strange sounding voices, too gargled and distorted to be understood properly, and most of it sounded like broken phrases and words and unintelligible gibberish.

“What?" Cannon said, looking at the intercom. That was when his desktop turned on by itself and started to produce strange sounds like those of the intercom. The same thing happened to Cannon's portable cellphone, which was on the desk, started to produce strange ringtones on its own.

Even the lights of the office started going in and out by themselves.

“What is going on!?" Cannon asked, wondering what could be the meaning of this? An electronic attack? An energy surge? Hackers? Or just one of the grunts trying to play a prank on him again?

Pugsy then started to bark. He barked and growled, repeating his own name in at the door.

Cannon saw how his entrusted Arcanine was behaving, and he looked at the door that Pugsy was barking at.

He could feel the hair on his arms, legs and the back of his neck standing on end.

Something was coming.

Cannon didn't had time to ask himself what was that which was coming, when it eventually came. A wall of light erupted from the door. No. It was not a wall, but more of a wave. Shimmering and twisting light of all colors possible and imaginable came from the door, passing through it and through the walls as if they were made of glass.

Cannon only had time to shield himself with his arms as the light washed over him. It was a feeling like that of having static electricity passing through his body. His heart quickened and every single hair of his body stood on end. However, despite this strange feeling, there was no actual pain. No feeling of being electrocuted and no feeling of his nerve endings being burned down. Only this feeling of... energy passing through his body and then leaving, with no trace that it even passed by him at all.

And that was what it seemed after the wave was gone. The intercom, cellphone, computer and lights all went back to normal as if nothing happened. Cannon, however, was left shaken by what just happened. Even as he opened his eyes and checked on his own arms and them down at his pantless legs to be sure nothing was damaged.

“What..." Cannon said, still trembling. “The fuck... was that?"

That was a question that any person would make if something like that just happened out of nowhere.

Cannon was about to walk around the table and press the intercom to try and talk to someone else on the base, when he heard a weak groaning coming from his side.

Pugsy!

“Pugsy, you-" Cannon tried to say, but his voice trailed as he looked to the side. His eyes widening as he saw something that was even more shocking than the wave of energy that just washed through him.

The figure was on its knees on the ground, its hands on its head. Then, the figure slowly removed the hands and looked at them, as if looking at them for the first time.

Then, slowly, with wobbly legs, the figure got up to its feet. Shaking as it looked at its own arms as if looking at something completely alien.

Cannon also looked at the figure the same way. Not because it was completely strange. But because it was familiar.

He could still recognize the figure, even if it changed from a four-legged form to a two-legged one that stood good two feet taller than Cannon himself, with a muscular body that denoted top physical shape, wearing nothing more than the fur of its naked body.

“Pugsy?" Cannon asked, his expression one of baffled astonishment, which reflected on his voice.

Hearing that, the figure turned to look at him, looking at the human with familiar canine features, and a familiar pair of blue eyes. A rare coloration for the eyes of an Arcanine.

Then, with a shaken voice, Pugsy surprised Cannon even further by saying:

“Master...?"

---

Twelve years later...

Cannon was with a serious expression on his face as he looked through the window of the helicopter. The doctor had changed on the past twelve years. Part of his hair had fell off, leaving a bald spot on the top of his head that got more and more noticeable as time passed. Also, the hair that was left on his head lost color, as it suffered the expected graying of the coming years. Same thing with the man's mustache.

A lot of people told Cannon that this meant that this made him look more respectable. Cannon, however, saw those things when he looked at the mirror and just accepted them for what they truly were: signs that time was catching up with him and that he had less and less time left.

Well, good thing he managed to live enough to see their ambitions finally coming to fruition.

“Doctor Cannon, we are arriving." Said the grunt who was piloting the airborne vehicle. Cannon didn't even bother to say anything back to the grunt. There was no need. He just sat on his seat as his hand gripped his crane just a bit harder.

Looking out of the window, Cannon could see where they were going.

They were in a mountain formation. The precise location was hard to determine, but they were in one of the farthest corners of the Unova region. And there, carved on the wall of the mountain, was a temple.

This temple seemed to have been carved from the rock itself, and it looked like it had been there for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. Perhaps even more. It was a temple dedicated to no other than Zekrom, as the effigies on the black rock that formed the temple made it clear to anyone who approached, as well as the lightning and thunder motifs all over the temple, which made it clear to everyone that this temple was made in tribute to the Legendary who ruled over the thunderstorms of Unova.

How ostentatious... Was all that Cannon could bring himself to think as he looked at this. The helicopter hovered over the temple, landing on the main balcony on the front, right on the middle of Zekrom's symbol depicted on the ground with titles of black, blue and white colors.

Once they landed, Cannon stepped outside of the chopper as soon as the door closed, and he walked into the temple.

He was greeted by the familiar sight of the members of Team Plasma working. The temple was riddled with ancient treasures. Like old artifacts and even gold and precious gems. Most likely offerings to the being to whom the temple was dedicated, given to the creature as gifts for a god, in hope this would garner the entities favor.

Those kinds of treasures were not good left behind, as most of the grunts of Team Plasma present at the place seemed to think, as they were all gathering the treasures and carrying them away to be boxed and taken back to their base.

That is, they were using the pokémorphs to carry it for them. You could see them all around, all of them following orders from the humans of the human members of Team Plasma diligently. They were easily recognized as being associated to Team Plasma thanks to the emblem of the team they had on their clothing.

Yes, because, since the Great Change, the creatures previously known as Pokémon now needed to wear clothes. Albeit, on the case of those pokémorphs, the “clothes" they wore were truly minimal. The males wore speedos with the Plasma symbol on the crotch. Meanwhile, the females wore bikinis, with the same symbol on the side of their bras.

And, of course, they all wore the same futuristic-looking helmet on their heads, with a glowing pinkish-purple light shining on the sides. The same coloration of the eyes of every single one of those pokémorphs, who followed all commands of the humans with a diligence that was nearly mechanical.

They didn't voice any protest at the harsh commands they received, and one Nidoking who received a kick on his tailed behind as he was ordered to “stop slacking!" didn't even voiced any protest. And there, in a corner...

“Darling, I cannot wait for us to be alone tonight..." Said a grunt as he groped a Lopunny pokémorph. She stood completely still as he groped her breasts through the bras of her bikini. She only remained stiff as a board with that empty look on her glowing eyes as the human touched her as much as he wanted and said the things he would do with her once they were back on the base.

“Ah-hum!" Cannon said, causing the grunt to jump back and let out a curse as he let go of the Lopunny's breasts and turned to look at the doctor, who looked at him with an unamused expression.

“Taking that you seem to have enough time on your hands to do things like that, I am assuming that your mission has been successful." Cannon said with a neutral voice as he looked at the grunt, who was soon saying:

“O-oh... ah... uh... y-yes. Yes! Yes, Dr. Cannon, the mission was a success!"

Cannon continued to look at him.

“So... we have our target?" Cannon asked to the grunt, not allowing his voice to betray his own growing excitement. I mean, can you blame the man, when this was something he invested nearly two decades of his life on?

“Got him nice and secured!" The grunt said, “Yes, sir. 'Him'. Forget the genderless thing, Zekrom is definitely a guy. Believe me."

Cannon could only nod.

“Did you place P.O.S.I. on him already?" Cannon asked.

“Oh, not yet, Doc." The grunt said, looking at Cannon. “Figured you'd want to have the honors since, you know, it is your creation and stuff." He said, as he reached for inside of his clothes and pulled something. The object on his hand unfurled, turning into the same type of helmet that every single pokémorph in the temple had on their heads.

Cannon looked at it for a few moments, before he said:

“You should have put it on him already."

He continued to look at the grunt for a few more moments, before reaching out for the helmet and taking it from his hands.

“But... I do want to do it myself. Where is he?"

The grunt soon told Cannon were to go. Following his instructions. The doctor went even deeper into the temple, passing by a large hallway that seemed to be made for creatures much bigger than any human was supposed to. He passed by a few more grunts on his way, some of them accompanied by pokémorphs, standing in attention by their side as they waited for new commands.

Eventually, Cannon arrived in a set of huge double doors. Said doors were being guarded by a pair of Machoke pokémorphs, both wearing speedos with the Plasma emblem on them. Cannon would have allowed himself to think that this was how Machokes were supposed to dress, was he not in such eagerness to arrive and finally see the fruits of all his years of labor.

As soon as Cannon approached, the Machokes obediently reached for the doors and pulled them open, allowing the doctor to enter in what could only be the main chamber of the great temple dedicated to Zekrom.

The statues of the great dragon Pokémon all around left no doubt about it. Some of it still being studied by some of the grunts on the local. Some of them were even having the pokémorphs remove the precious gemstones incrusted on the statues, destroying and ruining them in the process.

However, Cannon was not interested on any of them. He instead turned his attention to the center of the room, where several grunts and pokémorphs were gathered. As soon as they realized that Cannon was in there, they all stepped aside to reveal the very reason why they were in there in the first place.

Zekrom.

Certainly doesn't looks like a god to me. Cannon thought as he approached. Just an ordinary pokémorph.

Yeah, it was hard to think of Zekrom as a god when he was currently on his knees. His body was bruised from what it seemed to be a long battle. He was wearing only a pair of blue speedos (fashion choice, maybe?), and he was tied up by a long, pinkish-glowing chain, which was being held by a female Sylveon pokémorph, who stood by the side of the kneeling Legendary while holding the chain like a leash. She stood perfectly still and into attention, just like the two male Beartics who stood by Zekrom's side as well.

Cannon just needed to give them a command and they would quickly put Zekrom on his place if he misbehaved at any moment.

“Everyone, except you three, leave now." Cannon said, “I'd like to have a few words with our prisoner."

No one dared to question Doctor Cannon, and the grunts, followed by their obedient pokémorphs, left the room, closing the door behind themselves, leaving Cannon alone with Zekrom and the three others.

For a long moment, Cannon only looked down at Zekrom, who looked up at him, defiance clear on his eyes.

This was a such an annoying thing to see in the eyes of a pokémorph...

“Zekrom..." Cannon said. “Or, do you have another name? Most Pokémon gave themselves names after the Great Change. That is, the ones who chose to live on civilization. So, did you gave yourself a new name, or are you still just 'Zekrom'?"

The black dragon's answer to this was:

“Release me, mortal!"

“Mortal", huh? Cannon thought. Does that mean he thinks of himself as a god?

“Release you?" Cannon said, looking down on the kneeling Legendary before him. “Oh, I don't think so. Not after all we went through because of you. Do you know for how long have we been looking for you? How much of our resources we invested into finding this place? Into finding you? The lengths we had to go to find where you have been hiding all this time? Not to mention all of the preparations for when we finally found you."

Cannon then looked at Zekrom's bruised body. Despite this, the Legendary himself didn't seemed too trashed. Not when compared to the eight high-level pokémorphs they had to deploy to fight him before finally bringing him to submission.

“So far, it seems that our efforts paid off." Cannon mentioned. “We cannot just let you go after all of that effort."

“I am giving you a chance, human." Zekrom said to the human, glaring at him with his red eyes. “Release me this instant and let me leave, and I'll spare you."

“Oh?" Cannon said. “Those are some pretty big words for someone who cannot free himself from the Secret Power move from a Fairy Type." Cannon tapped on the chains generated by the Sylveon as he said so. “And who knows that he will be beaten into submission by two Beartics who know both Ice Fang and Ice Punch if he tries anything funny."

Zekrom looked at the human, and then he casted glances at the pokémorphs around him.

“And don't even bother trying to convince them to side with you. You will be wasting your time." Cannon said to Zekrom. “They won't dare to think about betraying Team Plasma. Not with P.O.S.I. in operation."

“Posi?" Zekrom asked, and Cannon then showed the helmet he had on his hand, identical to the ones the Lopunny and Beartics had.

“Pokémon Obedience System model I. 'P.O.S.I.'... ... well, I assume now it would be Pokémorph Obedience System, right?" Cannon explained. “Just one of the things that Team Plasma invested a lot of time and resources into creating."

Zekrom looked at the device on the hands of the professor.

“So, this is what you use to turn those pokémorphs into your slaves." Zekrom said, his voice dripping with contempt. Cannon looked at the Legendary, seeing the hostility on his eyes, and not being fazed by it in the slightest.

“To tell the truth, we were developing P.O.S.I. having you in mind." Cannon said to Zekrom. If he was surprised, the Legendary black dragon didn't showed. “A little thing we wanted to use to make sure that, once we had you in our power, we would be able to secure your absolute obedience to our cause. But, with the Great Change, we, like many other people, had to adapt."

“As it turns out, despite the transformation that all Pokémon suffered when the Great Change happened, a lot about your biology remained the same." Cannon said, gesturing to the pokémorphs on the room. “The principle of P.O.S.I. brainwave interference still works. We needed a little more development to make it work, but eventually, we managed to make it into a machine that could make any pokémorph wearing it perfectly and absolute obedient to any order given by a previously determined human or group of humans."

Cannon took a moment to look at those three pokémorphs, all standing obediently as they waited for their next command.

“The way it was supposed to be."

Zekrom growled as he heard that. It was obvious that it was something that he didn't enjoyed hearing.

“I am not the only one who thinks like that, you know?" Cannon said, “A lot of humans out there do. I mean, can you blame us? A little over a decade ago, all of you creatures knew your place."

“Our place, you say?" Zekrom asked. “And what would this place be? At your feet?"

“Following commands." Cannon said to him. “Not talking back to us. Not forming unions. Not demanding wages and good working conditions. Not contesting everything we say and acting as if you are better than us just because you can talk now."

As Cannon said that, he walked from side to side before Zekrom.

“Oh, things were so much easier before the Great Change. Before you Pokémon receive human speech and intellect. Before you had that pesky sense of ego and self-worth that led you to turn on all of us!"

Cannon said the last part with a hint of resentment on his voice Zekrom looked at him for a few moments, before opening a smirk.

“Did you lost your slaves?" Zekrom asked to him. “That is why you are so bitter, human? Because those who once served you realized they deserved better?"

Cannon looked at Zekrom for a few moments, and then he backslapped him. Of course, Zekrom was too strong to suffer any real damage from being slapped, but it still stung. Enough to make his smirk disappear and be replaced by a snarl, as Zekrom bared his teeth at the human who dared to lay hands on him.

Cannon, on his end, only looked back at Zekrom for a while, before speaking:

“You might see it that he was my slave. But I assure you I never saw him like that. He was important to me. He was my friend, and he was the only being in this world who I knew I could count on and who I knew would never abandon me... until the Great Change."

Cannon hunched over, towering over Zekrom.

“At first, he was scared and confused. So was I. Everyone else, for that matter." Cannon continued. “I mean, all of a sudden Pokémon were walking and talking like humans? Can you blame us? And no one had any idea of what had happened. We still don't. Some say that the Legendaries had a hand on that. Is it true? Did you?"

Zekrom didn't answered. He only continued to glare at the human.

“No matter." Cannon said, before going back to topic. “He may have changed, when I still saw in him the same companion I always had by my side. That was why I decided to protect him. I protected him against the rest of the world. After all, you know how most people reacted once the Great Change happened, don't you? There is no way you and the other Legendaries failed to notice everything! The protests, the hate crimes, the blatant and shameless discrimination, I know you noticed!"

Zekrom said nothing, but he did. He and all his fellow Legendaries.

“I didn't want any of that to happen to him." Cannon said. “I didn't want anyone harassing my good boy. That was why I did all he could to protect him. He was different, but he was still my good boy, the one who would never turn his back on me... or, that was what I thought..."

“It started small, it always does. I don't remember when I first noticed that he had been distracted a lot recently. It was on the first few weeks, I am sure of it." Cannon said, “He said he was 'thinking a lot more about things'. I assumed this meant that he was coming to terms with his mind and the much more complex thought process he had now. I assumed he only needed space, so I respected him and allowed him all the time he needed, all the while continuing with our agenda, of course, or superiors would not have it any other way."

Cannon sighed.

“It only got worse from there." He said, “As weeks passed and turned into months, he became more and more withdrawn. He would stay hours without talking, just sitting or laying on the bed while looking at the void. He was having trouble to sleep, and it was not strange for him to wake up in the middle of the night. I even caught him crying a few times. I tried to comfort him, to pet his head like I did before he changed, and he backed away as if I had tried to hit him."

“He questioned my commands." Cannon said, “He would hesitate when I gave him an order to fight. He would question orders given by the superiors and ask why we were doing this. There was a point when he refused to obey certain orders. Later, I even found out that he was acting against my orders. I found out that he was the one responsible for a breakout we had around three years after the Great Change. He helped a bunch of pokémorphs we were planning to use for analysis escape."

“Oh, did he?" Zekrom asked. “I wonder why..."

Zekrom had a smile on his face, as if he was proud of this pokémorph Cannon was talking about. Cannon could only glare at him.

“By the four-year mark, he was barely behaving like that Pokémon I once knew. He refused to listen to me. He would avoid me like the plague. He would shy away whenever I even tried to touch him, and he would spend hours on his phone and act full of secrets with me. And then... that day came..."

Cannon paused, his brown furrowed with a frown.

“I arrived on the hotel we were staying, and I found him packing everything he had in a suitcase." Cannon said, “I asked him what he was doing, and he told me that he was leaving. That he could not do this anymore. That everything was different, and that he could not continue to help me hurt other pokémorphs. That he was leaving the Team Plasma and me."

Another pause. Cannon's hand was grasping on his cane harder, hard enough that the knuckles of his hands turned white.

“I tried to talk to him. To get him to stay. To say that whatever problems he had we could solve, but he just wouldn't listen. He kept saying that we were criminals, that everything we did was wrong and he would no longer be part of it! Heavens, I never imagined that he would turn out to be such a moralist!" Cannon said, his voice growing in volume. “I tried to approach him, but as soon as I touched his shoulder, he pushed me against the wall! He PUSHED me! He yelled at my face that he didn't wanted me to touch him ever again! He told me that..."

Cannon was nearly yelling now, as he gesticulated wildly. He stopped. He looked at the tip of his cane. At the pokéball in it. Pokéballs had long been discontinued, they had stopped working on pokémorphs after the Great Change. Now, they were basically mementos of old times. Like they were to Cannon.

“He... he called me a 'disgusting old pervert'..." Cannon said, as he looked at the pokeball that was once that of his good boy. “He said that he would kill me if I ever tried to find him, and then he just picked the suitcase and left... I never saw him again."

A single tear ran down his features. He paused a moment to take a deep breath, and he let out a sigh.

He looked at Zekrom, his expression as hard and cold as the marble that made up the floor where he stood.

“I gave that mangy fleabag the best years of my life and he spat on my face." Cannon said bitterly, looking at Zekrom. “And it all started with the Great Change. Not only it gave him speech, it also caused him to develop morals."

Cannon said it with contempt, speaking the word “morals" as if it left a very bad taste on his mouth. It was obvious that he had a grudge against the word itself.

“He knew right from wrong. What is way more that can be said about you." Zekrom said, looking at Cannon. “He refused to take part on killing and harming his fellow pokémorphs."

“Killing? Oh, no, that's not what we do. Not unless we have no other choice." Cannon said to Zekrom. “We don't harm either. All we do now is to revert you to a better, more obedient state. A state where you are free from all those pesky morals, all those pesky ideas on your heads and of that annoying free will. We revert you into a state where you only need to worry about following instructions. A state where you can be much happier. And it is all possible thanks to P.O.S.I."

Cannon straightened himself and gave a few steps back.

“P.O.S.I. will make everything right again. It will shift everything back to the way it is supposed to be."

“With pokémorphs as slaves and beasts of burden?" Zekrom asked. To what Cannon said:

“With you as our obedient and loyal friends. You will make us happy, and we, in turn, will do our best to take care of you, and reward you for your obedience and good behavior."

Zekrom scoffed.

“If you want some proof..." Cannon said, and he snaps his fingers. “Beartics..."

The two Ice Type pokémorphs stand into attention as they know that the human is talking to them, and then Cannon gives them a command.

“Come here and start cleaning my boots... with your tongues."

Zekrom's eyes widen as he heard that. Even more as he saw the Beartics going forward and, without a second of hesitation, getting on all fours and lowering their muzzles to the human's boots. They stuck their tongues out and started to lick his boots clean of any dirt.

“Do you see, Zekrom?" Cannon said, gesturing to the two pokémorphs debasing themselves before him. “See how readily they obeyed my commands? How they didn't stop to think of anything like dignity or shame? How they simply obeyed the order without worrying about any of those pesky things that should be reserved only for humans? It is all thanks to the devices on their heads, shutting off their free will and keeping them from thinking on any of that. See how diligent they are?"

Cannon looks down on the two Beartics, who drag their tongues all over Cannon's boots.

“Diligent enough that they deserve a reward." Cannon said, “Beartics, pleasure yourselves as you clean my boots."

They both obeyed. As they continued to drag their tongues over Cannon's shoes, one of their hands snaked their way into their crotches. They started to grope and squeeze their bulges, emblazoned with the symbol of Team Plasma. They touched themselves until their bulges started tenting, and then they their hands went inside their speedos and started to masturbate properly. They moaned as they continued to lick Cannon's shoes.

“Hear it, Zekrom?" Cannon asked. “This is the sound that pokémorphs make when they are truly happy, without having to worry about things like morality."

Zekrom was hearing alright, just like he was watching the scene before him. With a look of the most absolute disgust and revulsion on his face. Which soon turned into outrage.

“You depraved human!" Zekrom spat at him. Cannon looked at him, seeing the same look he once saw into yet another pokémorph's face years ago.

Cannon didn't even dignified with an answer. He commanded the Beartics to stop and stand on their knees before him. They both obeyed, and that was when Cannon opened the fly of his pants.

Zekrom's eyes widened, as he knew what was coming next, and Cannon could only smirk.

Cannon was never an exhibitionist, but there was something very gratifying on doing something a “moral" person considered wrong and immoral right before their self-righteous eyes.

“Beartics, worship." Cannon said simply. The Beartics, like a pair of dogs following a command, started to do exactly what the doctor wanted. They were worshipping his cock and balls, licking and kissing them all over, working his half-chub, acquired from watching the two debase themselves by licking his boots, into full hardness.

“Yes, just like that..." Cannon said, as he petted the heads of the two. “Yes, good boys. Such good little pokémorphs. You are both very good boys."

The two bears moaned as they continued to lick on Cannon's dick. One of them took the head on his mouth and sucked on it gently, while the other one moved down to his ballsac and started to suck his gonads.

“Yessssssss." Cannon hissed in pleasure, as his dick started to leak pre from the stimulation he was receiving from the two pokémorphs, much for his delight... and Zekrom's disgust.

“You filthy pervert!" Zekrom growled at the human. “Does molesting pokémorphs makes you feel powerful?"

This granted him to be smacked again. Not by Cannon, but by the Sylveon holding his chain. She smacked him in the head with her open palm. Zekrom, on his weakened state, could not properly resist it. Her Fairy Type and the advantage she had over Zekrom coming from it ensured that Zekrom would feel her blow even more than he felt Cannon's.

Cannon, on his end, looked at Zekrom with spite as he said those words to him.

Words that reminded him too much of what another pokémorph said before walking out of his life forever.

“Molesting, you say?" Cannon hissed, looking at Zekrom with spite, as the two Beartics continued to service him with their mouths. They had alternated, and now they were both licking his shaft.

“You see, this is the result of the Great Change. All those human concepts like 'molesting' and 'rape'. All of those are human inventions. Pokémon never cared about those things. Things that pokémorphs adopted from humans after the Great Change." Cannon said, looking at the Legendary kneeling before him. “None of you ever had any ideas like that before the Great Change. You would never shoot down any attempt of affection done to you by your masters!"

Cannon was really thinking of Pugsy at this point. At the good times they had when he was still a regular Pokémon before the Great Change. Before he became a pokémorph.

“To call one a pervert only for wanting to share some love with you... only for wanting to feel your touch and give you the same pleasure you two shared for so many years..." Cannon said, as he thought of all of the good times he had with Pugsy. Including the few ones they had after Pugsy's change into a pokémoprh, before the Arcanine started rejecting his caresses.

After everything they went through. After everything that Cannon did for him!

Those mouths on his dick felt so good. They were both skilled and wet like Pugsy's was. But they were nowhere near as warm.

Warm like his tight cute little tailhole.

“F-fuck!" Cannon said, pushing a both Beartics off his dick and masturbating furiously. He wasn't even looking at them now. He had his eyes closed as his fist moved up and down his dick practically in a blur. His mind filled with images of a beautiful Arcanine, both as a feral Pokémon and as a beautiful pokémorph, either naked or wearing the Plasma Team jockstrap Cannon had custom-made made especially for him.

And which he left behind when he departed.

“PUGSY!" Cannon cried out as he orgasmed. His fist continued to move over his dick as his climax hit, and stream after stream of pearly white cum came out of his dick. His balls still worked perfectly, and there was absolutely no problem with Cannon's potency, despite his age. You can attribute this to his care with his personal health.

However, Cannon did notice how he now felt more tired after orgasming than he did over a decade ago.

With a sigh, Cannon steadied himself with his cane as he opened his eyes, looking down at the Beartics. Even though their fur was mostly white, it was still possible to see clearly the cum stains on their faces, as the cum was of a different tonality.

They both only looked up to him expectantly, but Cannon could swear by everything that's holy that he could see a hint of love and affection on their eyes as they looked up to him.

“Oh, Pugsy..." Cannon whispered to himself. However, his reminiscences were broken by a sound of disgust coming from Zekrom. The Legendary really seemed that he didn't liked what he saw. However, when Cannon took a double take.

“Well, well, well. What is this?" Cannon said, a smile opening on his face. “Did the great and righteous Zekrom enjoyed what he saw?"

Zekrom looked at Cannon, and he was about to say that he did not. However, as he followed the gaze of the human, his face burned in searing hot embarrassment.

The Legendary Dragon of Lightning of Unova was sporting the obscenest tent on his speedo.

Cannon really could not help but laugh.

“My, my, this is priceless!" Cannon said, “The great Zekrom, living god of thunderstorms, worshipped in all of Unova for years, said to be the great Dragon God of Ideals, has just grown the hugest boner from watching a human and two pokémorphs having sex!"

Zekrom closed his eyes and looked away, desperately trying to will his dick to go down between his legs. And failing miserably.

“Well, that certainly settles the 'genderless' discussion once and for all." Cannon said, “Unless that is actually some ancient tool that you have been hiding in there the whole time and that slipped off while you were watching us."

The mockery was obvious. Zekrom's face burned even more, not only from embarrassment, but also from anger. He turned his face back at Cannon, growling at the human threateningly, while his tenting speedo was still painfully noticeable.

“Oh, are you upset?" Canon asked to the would-be-deity. “Well, maybe you just need a little show to make yourself feel better. Boys, why don't you two give Zekrom some nice show to make him feel better? Start kissing, and feel free to masturbate as you do."

The two Beartics did exactly as it was demanded of them. They turned to each other and leaned forward, starting to make out sloppily as if they were horny teenagers. They even moaned on each other's muzzles as they masturbated during the sinful act they were committing, all because that human ordered them to do so.

Zekrom tried to look away, his blush intensifying even more, but one command from Cannon and the Sylveon forced him to look forward.

“I'm making this little show just for you, Zekrom." Cannon said as the Sylveon held Zekrom's face towards the action of the Beartics. “Don't you dare look away. Oh, and in case the thought bothers you, I'll let you know that those two just look similar, but they are not siblings. But, in case you are into incest, feel free to pretend they are twins. Whatever gets your rocks off."

Zekrom growled, calling Cannon depraved. Even so, he could not stop his own cock from throbbing between his legs as he watched the two Beartics go at it. As a matter of fact, there was a small darker spot starting to form on the tip of the tent, a clear indicator that Zekrom was starting to leak pre.

“Enjoy the show, Zekrom?" Cannon said, smirking from ear to ear as he saw the small wet spot forming on Zekrom's speedo, and seeing how it was growing more and more as Zekrom was forced to watch the two Beartics go at it.

“It seems you are." Cannon said, “So, even the great Zekrom, a Legendary, is not above succumbing to the most basic lustful instinct. Not very god-like, if you ask me. Are you in heat? This could be the reason why you are getting hard and wet so easily."

“S-silence!" Zekrom said, trying to sound imposing, but Cannon could notice the smallest signs of cracking on the so-called “deity's" voice.

“Hmm, I don't think you have a set heat period. Most Pokémon species never had, and it was proved by studies that the ones that had were no longer subject to the seasons for their reproductive periods." Cannon commented. Oh, how he was loving teasing Zekrom as the Legendary still vainly tried to deny the desires he was, oh so clearly, having.

“But still, you can feel it, can't you?" Cannon asked. “The growing desire in your loins? The building up feeling to mate? The way your gonads are aching as they are producing spermatozoids in earnest in preparation for breeding. Are you capable of reproducing? Can you produce an heir if allowed to mate a female? Or are the rumors about you all being unique true and you couldn't have a child if you tried? Or is simply that you have no interest in mating females?"

“Fuck you!" Zekrom shouted at him, his blush so vivid that his dark face was starting to become red. Cannon was not intimidated at all.

“What a vulgar language for someone of your status and reputation." Cannon said, looking at him. “Could it be the pent-up frustration that is caused you to become like this? You poor thing." Cannon smirked. “Perhaps we could help you with this." Then he snapped his fingers, and said:

“Beartics, let's show our new friend Zekrom a good time. Take off his speedo."

Zekrom could do nothing more than squirm and kick his legs as the Beartic both came onto him. The chains holding him down suppressing his powers and making him an easy target to the two of them as they removed his only article of clothing, revealing his nakedness to them and to the human.

“N-no! Stop! Stop this!" Zekrom said, his blush reaching its peak as his cock flopped out, slapping on his stomach as his speedo was roughly pulled down his legs. “No! Don't to this! You must stop this perversion! Stop it! Please, stop!"

Zekrom could do nothing as they grabbed his kicking legs and forced them up so they could remove his speedo completely. As they did, Cannon had a nice little view of Zekrom's decently-sized balls. And also of...

A tailhole, huh? Cannon thought as he could sight the ring of pinkish flesh amidst the dark scales of the Dragon Type of legends. The fact that Zekrom even had it was a clear indicator of the need for excretion, what indicated the need to eat to survive, like any other creature.

As I always thought. Legendaries are not gods. They are pokémorphs. Nothing more than that.

“No! Don't look at me!" Zekrom said, trying to cross his legs in a way to cover his privates from sight. “Don't you dare look at me, you filthy, perverted human! I'll make you pay for this indignity with your life!"

Cannon scoffed at him.

“Still being aggressive even though I am going out of my way to show you a good time?" Cannon asked, before shaking his head. “Are all Legendaries this uncourt? You know, I was going to have them both suck you off, but I changed my mind. Beartic, get ready to fuck Zekrom's tailhole! Both at once! No lube!"

Zekrom's eyes widened. He felt his legs being grabbed by the bears.

“No... NO! Stop! Don't touch me!" Zekrom said, squirming as they positioned him. “Don't you dare! Don't you DARE! I shall not be defiled for the entertainment of a human!"

“Oh?" Cannon said, “What is this I heard? Is the great Zekrom a virgin?"

“I'll kill you if you don't put a stop to this now!" Zekrom roared, but the human was not fazed.

“Does this mean you never actually had sex in your life, or that you were never the one being penetrated?" Cannon said, “Oh, it doesn't matter. I'll get to watch Zekrom having his cherry popped. What a rare opportunity."

Cannon was enjoying this. The smirk on his face made it painfully obvious to Zekrom. He was about to growl at Cannon again, but it turned into a hiss as he felt his tailhole being stretched by a pair of massive members, belonging to two Ice Types.

Once more, type advantaged proved it had applications outside of combat, as it allowed for those two well-endowed bears to penetrate Zekrom as if his tailhole had no resistance at all. The legendary flesh proving to be freakishly elastic as it stretched to accommodate both of their dicks at once.

That's to say, it was not a painless penetration, as Zekrom, for the first time on his admittedly long existence, felt his tailhole being spread open way more than Arceus had ever intended it to (or did he?) by not only one, but two phalluses.

As much as Zekrom gritted his teeth and growled and hissed from the pain, his cock noticeably throbbed in between his legs, spurting a big droplet of cum from the piss-slit. Cannon made sure to point out how Zekrom was “answering to the stimulus interestingly".

“G-go fuck yourself. You are just a perverted, indecent, v-vile... A-AHHHH!" Zekrom said to him, what made the human laugh. It was so funny to see someone trying to admonish you but failing because they are letting out a loud moan as they are being fucked.

“You try to remain the moralist, but I think your body is rather... eager." Cannon said, a huge smirk on his face as he watched as the two obedient Beartics continued to fuck Zekrom, while the Legendary tried to squirm out of their grasp fruitlessly. All his efforts were hindered by the Fairy-powered chain holding him down.

“It is no use, Zekrom." Cannon said, to him, “Just relax and try to enjoy the ride."

Zekrom, of course, did not “just relaxed and enjoyed the ride". He squirmed, shook his head, groaned, bit his lips to avoid moaning, and even whimpered as they continued to fuck him. The bears fucked him in synch, sending their dicks in and out at the same time, making sure to spread Zekrom as much as possible with each thrust.

All the while, Zekrom's own dick throbbed in between his legs, the great phallus flinching with each beat of the powerful Legendary's heart, as well as with Zekrom's own flinching each time those dicks went deep into him. Zekrom could try to deny it as much as it wanted, but it was clear that his body was receiving the pleasure with open arms. That it was embracing it, even if his rational mind tried telling it not to feel good.

Just another proof that Pokémon should never have acquired sentience. Cannon thought as he watched this. Zekrom would be so much happier if he was still simpleminded. He would be able to enjoy what it happening to him instead of trying so hard to deny it for something as stupid as pride or morals.

Cannon continued to watch. He watched as the Beartics fucked Zekrom hard. He watched as they held him by the legs and fucked him even harder, causing the Legendary to finally give in and start moaning. However, he was still not able to enjoy himself fully. He was shaking his head from side to side as he moaned, and he was threatening, even pleading at them to just stop, and his pleas became more and more desperate, as his cock throbbed more and more, and leaked even more pre.

Cannon knew what this was about, and he watched eagerly to see what would happen.

Eventually, Zekrom could not hold back anymore. He roared in a way that would put the greatest monster of sci-fi movies to shame, his body briefly glowing with electricity as he blew his load. His cock throbbed, as it erupted and shot load after load of cum, all of it of a pure white coloration, which ended up landing all over Zekrom's belly and chest.

It was such a nice contrast. Zekrom's dark scales with his own pearly cum.

I better take a sample of that later. Cannon thought. If he is fertile and capable of producing descendants, the implications could be unprecedent.

Soon, two more roars filled the great room, as the two Beartics peaked themselves, and they kept thrusting as they filled Zekrom to the brim. Zekrom shivered and groaned as he felt himself being filled, and he eventually let out a sigh of relief as it stopped. His innards were filled, but he now knew that it was over.

He did flinch when the Beartics pulled out, letting the cum they deposited on his tailhole start gushing out, much to Zekrom's chagrin. It was obvious that this was a feeling he was not used to.

“You could have enjoyed it more..." Cannon said, crouching so he was at eye-level with Zekrom. “If all of those pesky complex thoughts were not in your head."

“I'll kill you..." Zekrom said, “No, killing you would be too nice. I'll have something arranged to punish you. I'll be sure to make it lasting, you filthy pervert. I'll make an example out of you."

“As lovely as that sounds, I'm afraid that we have other plans in store for you." Cannon said, “Now, what about you try the P.O.S.I. for yourself?"

“What?"

“I told you, Zekrom..." Cannon said, lifting his hand. The device unfurling and expanding on his hand like how pokéballs did. “We made it with you in mind."

Before Zekrom could react, Cannon placed the device on his head. The object curled around his skull, with each one of the three arms placing on Zekrom's head in strategical points, as the main body distended itself to fit perfectly around the shape of his head and even around his crest/horn with no problems. This was the design of P.O.S.I., making it fit the head of any pokémorph.

Soon, it activated, and started doing its work. Zekrom cried out as his eyes widened, as P.O.S.I. started affecting his brain. It interfered with the synapses and rewrote his mind. It was slowly pushing all rational thoughts back as it inhibited the upper functions of his brain. It was reverting him to a more primitive state, the kind Pokémon had before the Great Change happened and they were turned into pokémoprhs. At the same time, it implanted the desire to obey and follow the orders of humans. More precisely, the desire to serve any human who he recognized as a member of Team Plasma.

“N-no..." Zekrom groaned, his body spasming but being held in place by the Sylveon's chains and the Beartic's arms. “S-stop... no... m-my brain..."

“Please, try to relax, you should have noticed by now how resisting makes everything worse." Cannon said to Zekrom. “It will be over soon. Your mind will be free of those things that only humans should have to worry about. All you have to worry about from now on will be following our orders, we will worry about all the rest, from feeding to clothing you."

Cannon reached out, and gently stroked Zekrom's cheek with his hand as P.O.S.I. continued to do its magic.

“And, when you are not helping us take over the world... I'll be more than happy to have you on my office, to tell you how much of a good boy you are..."

“S-someone..." Zekrom croaked out, feeling his thoughts slipping from him more and more. “H-help... me..."

Then, right on cue, just as if this was some manga or a crappy anime, the gates of the room exploded in flames, as something came flying through them.

“What the!?" Cannon said, turning around, just in time as he saw a fireball flying on his direction.

Inside of the fireball, was a person dressed in blue and black tactical gear, including a helmet and a body armor. The fire dissipated as this person landed right before Cannon.

Cannon looked at the figure as they stood up, and he quickly realized it was a pokémorph, for there was no reason for a human to be wearing a helmet that looked like it was made for someone with a long muzzle.

Before Cannon could process what was happening, though, the figure kicked him hard on the side of the body, sending the human sprawling into the ground.

The Sylveon and Beartics immediately reacted, as they saw a human associated to Team Plasma being attacked and were ready to act on his defense. However, this pokémorph in tactical gear was far too fast for them.

In the blink of an eye, he moved around all of them, striking them precisely on the head. He was not damaging them, but he was destroying the P.O.S.I. devices they had on their heads, causing it to crumble to the ground in pieces.

The three pokémorphs them fell to the ground, unconscious. As they did, the Sylveon's chains disappeared, as she could no longer sustain Secret Power while unconscious. This meant that Zekrom was now free. However, he was still with the device on his head.

However, that was not for long, as the newcomer stood over him, and then reached out with his hands, grasping the device and yanking it free from the Legendary's head, before crushing it to pieces with his bare hands.

Unlike the others, Zekrom didn't fainted, but he was still shivering as he panted and looked at the ceiling with a thousand-yards-stare.

“Hey..." The pokémorph said, helping Zekrom into a sitting potision. “Hey, you okay?" He shook Zekrom a little, the Legendary then, as if waking up from a dream, gasped, blinking and looking around, his eyes widen, before they focused on the person holding him.

“It's okay." The pokémorph said, tranquilizing him. “You are safe now."

Zekrom was still panting, before he turned his head to Cannon, who was groaning as he clutched his side, where he had been kicked.

“That human..." Zekrom growled in rage, his eyes and tail starting to glow on a blue hue, as he started charging up an electric attack that would carbonize even Cannon's bones. However, he was stopped by the pokémorph holding him.

“I will deal with him." He said to the Legendary. “You better go. The rest of my team is coming, and I think it will be better if you leave before they come."

Zekrom looked at the pokémorph, and then at the human. Oh, how he wanted to destroy him completely. However, the pokémorph in tactical suit had a point. What just happened to him was disgraceful enough. The last thing he wanted now was for someone to come in and see him in such a state.

Even after what just happened, he still had his pride.

Zekrom got up, his legs steady and firm as he picked up his speedo and dressed it again. Then, he cast a look at his savior.

“Thank you. I will remember this."

That was all Zekrom said before vanishing in a flash of blue lightning.

The pokémorph looked at the place where Zekrom had just been a second ago, before turning his gaze towards Cannon.

The human was still trying to recover his breath as the pokémoprh gave slow, firm steps in his direction, until he was standing right before Cannon, looking down at him as the human looked up to him.

Then, the pokémorph removed his helmet revealing himself to be an Arcanine.

One that Cannon recognized nearly immediately.

“Pugsy?"

The Arcanine glared at him with his blue eyes. Once upon a time, those eyes always looked at him with care and affection. Now, the only thing Cannon could see on them was resentment, contempt and disgust.

“My name is Pugson Firetrack, captain of the International Poké-Police." The Arcanine said as he glared down at the human who had once been his master.

“And you are under arrest."