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In the light of the captain's quarters, Thomas could finally appreciate the full extent of Jeremy's new form. The bright yellow body was flanked by rows upon rows of fluorescent pink armour plates, the metallic-sounding disks clanking with each subtle movement as Jeremy climbed over his lover. The only ones that weren't overbearingly large were those stacked along his arms; still in the process of growing back after his impressive display only hours earlier. The Kommo-o's hands were easily larger than Thomas' head, a fact he was quick to realise as Jeremy planted one just above each of the man's shoulders with a smile.

Thomas reached up to stroke his love's cheek. Jeremy's muzzle was longer than before and considerably more defined; in the way one man might stand out from others by having a 'chiselled jaw'. But despite the change in shape - and the drastic change in height as the pokemon was well over one and a half times the average for his kind - those red eyes still radiated the same intense energy that Thomas had come to know and love. “Still my Jeremy." He uttered, a smile almost painfully tugging at his cheeks as his eyes began to water.

Jeremy spotted the tears before they could make it past his cheeks and leant down to lick them up before planting a kiss on his trainer's lips. The peck became more than that, with Jeremy's muzzle parting just enough to allow his tongue access to Thomas' mouth. The man responded in kind, and the pokemon ended up collapsing onto his human lover, wrapping his arms around him to hold the man close. He pulled back to stare into Thomas' tired but relieved eyes. <Always. Always your Jeremy.>

Thomas sighed happily, enjoying Jeremy's new size as he seemed to fit perfectly into the pokemon's embrace. “Always your Thomas." His tears of joy had subsided, but the raw emotion still burned within. Thomas wanted so many things all at once. He wanted to lay with his lover forever, wrapped in his secure embrace just like that. He wanted Jeremy inside him, deep inside, filling him with his potent pokemon seed. He wanted to have his face impaled on that deep pink cock as Jeremy explored his own human member with his powerful tongue. He wanted Jeremy to take him every which way all at once, and over again but didn't want the hug to end either.

He'd found it. Thomas had found where he wanted to be. And not just where he wanted to be, but who he wanted to be with. Before it was out of mutual appreciation and necessity, and while the intense desire and devotion certainly existed in tandem to that, it was only now he recognised in himself the true extent of that. If the whole world ended right then, it wouldn't matter because he was where he needed to be.

Jeremy saw the passion in Thomas' eyes. It was raw and mysterious. But the way his human was staring up at him filled the pokemon with an array of emotions. Those were the eyes of a devoted man, a loved man. He knew Thomas was his, for better or worse no matter what. It was a look of desire - to be sure - but far more than that. The pokemon's fascination for Parker had been surface level, and certainly not reciprocated. But beneath him, wrapped in his strong yellow arms was a man giving himself over utterly and completely. <I love you, Thomas.>

“I love you too Jeremy." Thomas replied before moaning <My Master>.

It took a moment before the Kommo-o's eyes shot open, staring at his human lover. Upon seeing Jeremy's expression, Thomas realised what he'd said as well. <Did you just…> Jeremy grinned in surprise, Thomas having spoken perfect Hakamo-o to the recently evolved pokemon.

“I- I…" Thomas stammered, unable to get rid of the goofy grin plastered across his mug. He swallowed, concentrating on what he wanted to say before taking a deep breath and looking up into his glorious Kommo-o's excited eyes. <I am yours, Master. Your Thomas, your... pokeslut.>

Hearing those words spoken by a human was one thing. Hearing them delivered so passionately by his human lover was something else entirely. Jeremy practically dove down onto Thomas' face, angling his head sideways so his beaked mouth would slip over the man's cheeks and allow the Kommo-o to kiss his human trainer passionately and deeply. Thomas happily accepted what others might have assumed to be an attempt to eat the man's head, allowing the thick and wildly writhing pokemon's tongue to assault his own before faux-fucking his throat.

While Thomas' mouth was being ravaged, his body was being quickly stripped of all clothes. However, when Jeremy reached the fiddly straps of Thomas' thigh holsters, he had to get the man's help. He pulled back, allowing Thomas to finish disrobing, his human fingers quickly and adeptly undoing the minimal straps required before casting his pants to the ground. <Take me. I'm yours.> Thomas moaned, running his fingertips down the shiny pokemon's chest as he knelt on the bed. His gaze followed his hands as they worked lower and lower, until Jeremy's slit was being stroked.

<Use your tongue.> Jeremy commanded with a lustful growl. Thomas - not one to refuse his Masters order - leant forward and ran the tip of his tongue along the warm slit, prying it open to get to the hidden muscle within. It was almost like going down on a female pokemon, except as his tongue pushed inside he could feel the throbbing tip of his master's magnificent cock beginning to swell. A primal urge to suck that monster from its hiding place overtook the man's mind as his lips pressed hard against Jeremy's crotch, surrounding the dragon-type's slit in a soft, warm vacuum.

As Thomas' tongue explored deeper - sliding against Jeremy's cock in an attempt to coax it out - Jeremy moaned and groaned, the intimate act something he'd dreamed about for some time. As his erection grew, so did Thomas' effort, his short, human tongue doing it's best to wrap around the tapered tip as it began to peek from the slit. As soon as he'd managed to get just the barest portion of his lewd meal from its hiding place, Thomas increased his suction, pulling Jeremy's rod out inch by delicious inch. He wanted the pokemon to get as hard as possible within his mouth, though the rate at which his lover's member was expanding, it would be past his mouth and down his throat in little time at all.

Jeremy gasped as he felt Thomas' mouth constrict around his tapered head, sucking it, milking it, and guiding it further down the willing and hungry passage. All the while the man's tongue ran from one side to the other of the dark pink cock, it's dark pink underside alternating between being tickled and ground by the soft roughness of the human palette. Every vein and bump along its length was stroked and teased, the tip of Thomas' tongue making sure to pay attention to every available inch of cock as it slowly engorged in his mouth.

As the member grew in length and girth, Thomas was able to pick up on some physical changes when compared to Jeremy's previous Hakamo-o form. The size was obvious, with the member having reached Jeremy's previous length and continuing to grow, it's softness showing the man it still had a significant amount to go. But aside from the overall length and girth of it, there was a subtle difference in shape as well. The tip had been conical like before, but as it pressed into his throat he could feel a flare of sorts throbbing against the back of his mouth; the topside of the cone ending in what was best described as a pudgy frill. And as he gulped down on it, he could feel the head catch in his throat. It was no set of spines like the Incineroars or Zye, but he couldn't wait to feel what it would do elsewhere inside him.

The shaft was familiarly slick and veiny, though it thickened considerably more around the middle and had a greater upward curve than it had had before. With the conical head of Jeremy's glorious manhood well past the point a normal man's gag-reflex would have kicked in, Thomas finally came to the knot-like bulge at it's base. His face impaled on the rest of his master's meat, the man tried opening wide enough to take the entirety of it, but realised quick that there was no physical way he was getting that mass of tumescent flesh in his slavering maw. As a consolation he pulled back just enough to allow his tongue a moment to escape, licking and teasing the underside of it hungrily.

As the world around him became sparkly and his lungs began to protest, Thomas groaned, pulling back to take well needed breath. As he exhaled fast and inhaled deep, Jeremy could see the dizziness in his human's eyes, the glazed blinking stare into nothingness signifying the man's attempt at staying conscious after the starvation - and reintroduction - of oxygen. Seeing Thomas go down on him like that was wonderful enough, but knowing he'd almost passed out while focused entirely on pleasing him struck home again as to how far the trainer would go for his pokemon, and moreso; how far he would go for his love. Now it was time for him to show Thomas the same.

<Turn over, lover.> Jeremy's use of that word brought shivers to Thomas. Being called a slut was something he'd grown to accept, and even desire. But being called his master's 'lover' warmed him to the core. He turned around on the bed - still a little dizzy - and knelt on all fours in front of Jeremy. He was expecting the thick, pointed tip of Jeremy's rod to press against his rear, but instead he was met with the prehensile roughness of the pokemon's tongue. He felt it run along the inside of one thigh before flicking over to the other. Thomas whimpered a moan, biting his bottom lip as the muscle teasingly slid further and further up each leg before swapping to the other.

Glancing Thomas' balls, Jeremy elicited a sharp gasp from the man, his genitals twitching from the sensation as Jeremy continued to play with his pet human. “J-Jeremy…" Thomas moaned, the name broken by his rapid breathing from the sensual assault.

A wicked thought struck the pokemon. Knowing Thomas' love for being put in his place, and the new Kommo-o form Jeremy had managed to attain, he decided to give Thomas a night he'd never forget. Jeremy's clawed hand came down sharp against Thomas' arse, the sound of the smack reverberating around the room. Thomas cried a little in shock before biting his tongue. <Out there, I am Jeremy. In here-> He smacked Thomas' other cheek before sliding his thumbs down the man's crack and spreading him wide <I am your 'Master'.> The Pokemon's tongue flicked out to strike the puckered ring with enough force to make Thomas yelp.

“Yes Master!" He cried.

But Jeremy was not satisfied. He smacked Thomas' arse again with a growl <You're MY slut. You use MY tongue.>

<Yes Master.> Thomas moaned in Hakamo-o as Jeremy spread him again. <Sorry Master.>

The thick tongue pushed against Thomas' hole, teasing the man with pokes and prods and promises of pleasure. <Zana may have coined the term 'pokeslut',> He licked up his lover's thighs again before caressing Thomas' balls and grinding the flat of it against his hole <but I started it all.>

Thomas knew in the dark recesses of his mind that it was Zye who had altered the pokemon's colours, preying upon Jeremy's already budding humanophilia to drive him to action, but the rest of him knew it was less a command from the legendary and more a breaking of inhibitions. Jeremy had - in essence - been led to the water, but he wasn't forced to drink. And neither was Thomas. All notion of psychological meddling aside, he'd wanted that kind of intimacy for years. He'd needed it. But as it was, being a homeless beggar he was unable to attain it. Until Jeremy. He was the first to break the cycle. The first to open his eyes. He was the first. And at that moment, he was the only.

<You are my Master, above all else. I love you. You mean more to me… than you can ever know.> Thomas felt himself tearing up, beads of salty water forming in the corner of his eye as he spilled his heart to the Kommo-o behind him. Jeremy was silent at first, Thomas unsure how the pokemon had taken his confession until he felt the heat of Jeremy's body against his back, and large powerful arms wrapping underneath his torso. He'd become the little spoon in a loving embrace as Jeremy's head craned down beside his.

The Kommo-o's muzzle grinned wickedly, his eyes almost glowing red as he stared into Thomas' soul. <Never presume to know more than your Master.> Thomas could feel the conical tip press against his arse slipping inside him barely an inch before stopping.

<Y-Yes Master.> Thomas stammered, the simple turn of phrase having backfired tremendously. But with a final squeeze from his Master's arms, he wasn't fully penetrated as he'd expected to be. Instead, Jeremy pulled back and once more adopted a position behind Thomas, planting his thick tongue on the sole of one of the man's feet and slowly dragged it up. Thomas had to contain his reaction to the slick but rough tongue as it expertly set every nerve along his foot on fire. His toes curled and muscles tensed as Jeremy continued along his ankle and up his calf, but he couldn't hold back a twitch of surprise as the pokemon ground up inside the back of Thomas' knee.

Jeremy took great pleasure in making Thomas squirm, and while he could have chided the man for crying out, or even having his leg twitch and jerk in reaction to his sensual torture, he'd never indicated for Thomas to remain silent or still throughout the process. So this time he allowed his lover a pass, and after wetting his tongue again, continued to lick up between Thomas' legs. The tongue slowly - sensually - glid up towards the man's balls, but at the last second pulled back to just barely graze their base before pressing against the winking pucker between his cheeks. With little warning, Jeremy used his clawed thumbs to pull Thomas' cheeks as far apart as he could before pressing the prehensile muscle against the wrinkled opening.

Thomas' breathing halted as he felt Jeremy push against him, then in a rush of sensation and warmth, pop inside. He exhaled, panting heavily as Jeremy's tongue worked it's magic. But instead of the Kommo-o thrusting his tongue deep inside the man - as he'd intended - he stopped to consider the strange discovery he'd made. The entire passage - while feeling the way he knew it had before - seemed coated in a thin residue, a strange fluid that tasted similar to the Desert Pea lotion. Jeremy was no expert in human biology, but given Thomas had been without his pack for near a day and wouldn't have had time to prepare before Jeremy had pounced him, he wondered how that lotion had gotten inside the man.

He thought back to the veiled mention of an experience with the Elektross, and after a bit more delving did manage to pick up traces of a fishy flavour as well. Jeremy reasoned it must simply be his new body having issues calibrating to the assault of scents and tastes. He'd have to get the full story from Thomas later on, as the look on his face when skirting around it before with the Ranger Captain had been priceless. Jeremy opened his maw wider, allowing the lower part of his leathery beak to slide under and cup Thomas' balls gently

Meanwhile Thomas had no problem with the curious Kommo-o going to town on his arse. It felt heavenly. Jeremy's tongue was longer and thicker than it had been before, and pushed against parts of him that he barely knew existed. His insides were for his Master to explore, and he was content in allowing the heartstopping sensations to continue as long as his Master was happy.

Jeremy's claws dug in a little deeper, Thomas' cheeks almost pierced by their sharpness as the pokemon spread him wider, making sure to lather him up with as much saliva as possible. Whatever the fluid lining the man's bowels was, it would probably have been enough to lubricate him for the thorough fucking he was about to recieve. But Jeremy wanted to make sure; after all, he intended to break - in a good way - his lover's mind, not his body.

Thomas lost track of time as the tongue-based assault drove him to the edge of sensual sanity, his mind and body desperate to cum from Jeremy's attention, but not quite able to go that extra bit further into climax with the chaotic nature of what his Master was doing to him. In actuality, Jeremy could feel the man's blood pumping, could sense the eager throbbing of his cock through his muzzle and had decided exactly how he wanted his cute little pet to have their first orgasm of the evening. He pushed the man to his sensual limits, thrusting his tongue in deep before grinding back along the sensitive areas, then gently wriggled and writhed inside him as his body calmed down. A torturous game that Thomas was rapidly losing.

Knowing the man had only a few tongue-thrusts left before he'd explode, Jeremy decided it was time to introduce his pet to the new-and-improved Kommo-o cock. He brought Thomas right to the edge with another deep lashing before withdrawing entirely, leaving the man panting with muffled whimpers. Swiftly moving up his pet's body, Jeremy planted a large hand either side of his shoulders and pressed his draconic cock against the human's tailhole. <You're going to take all of me Thomas. Every inch.> He pushed the tapered tip inside with a gentle shove, eliciting moans of pleasure from Thomas in the process. <And you are going to beg me for more.>

In a slow but forceful thrust, Jeremy entered Thomas, his pink member stretching the man's ring as it's circumference thickened. That one second felt like an eternity, the knot at the cock's base coming to rest against the man's cheeks with a gentle slap of skin-on-skin. Thomas' held breath came out in a rush, panting and wheezing from the totality of it all; Jeremy's commanding demeanour, the size of his body, the size of his cock, the teasing from before. Thomas's vision blurred as he felt his body scream for release. And without being prompted, without being reminded, he begged. <Please Master… M-More.>

Jeremy withdrew, but leaned down to the man's ear and whispered <Cum for me Thomas. Cum for your Master.> Then with no warning he slammed himself inside, all the way up to the knot.

Thomas' sight exploded with golden sparkles, his body spasming from the intense orgasm his wondrous Master had given him. Pulse after pulse of his human jizz splattered against the bed, pooling in the folds of the sheets below his abs as Jeremy chuckled lovingly above. The Kommo-o's armour plates clanked with each heave of the mighty pokemon's chest, while the rows flowing off his head swayed either side of Thomas' face. Not that the man could see anything with his eyes scrunched tight in blissful overstimulation.

Jeremy kept one arm planted on the silky covers while the other wrapped around Thomas, holding the trembling man to his chest. Thomas reciprocated by wrapping his arms tightly around the muscular arm as his body powered through the orgasm's after effects. <My Thomas. My Pet. Know that no matter what, I will always love you.> His kind words were delivered with a haughty growl that only made the trembling man shiver more. Thomas nodded, his brain barely capable of the miniscule acknowledgement of understanding given the state of orgasmic bliss he was still coming down from. Jeremy smiled, knowing full well it was more than just a nod.

After allowing the trainer a moment to rest from his ordeal, soon the Kommo-o began to set a pace. It was slow to start with, the pokemon focusing on feeling every inch of the man he was thrusting into. The added frill-like flare around the top of his cock's head pulled back deliciously against the man's insides, catching more through friction and displacement than from anything sharp. It was as though with each back stroke Jeremy was raking Thomas' insides, while every forward one was smoothing it out, leading to an incredibly strange sensation for Thomas of feeling more full while the pokemon was withdrawing, than when he was thrusting.

Jeremy was rather impressed by his member's new shape as well, the seemingly highly sensitive back side of the thick frill rubbed hard along the man's textured passage as he withdrew; giving more stimulation than simply pushing forward. After several strokes he began altering his pace to thrust in quickly but withdraw slowly, which he received no complaints from Thomas about. The man instead became more vocal as the pokemon's flare scraped along his inner walls, whimpering as soon as the movement turned back into a thrust, clear he was having just as much fun with the new Kommo-o anatomy as it's owner was.

After a few minutes of delightfully slow gyrations, Jeremy began to notice a subtle change in the man's body. His rear was becoming less pliant, the walls almost gaining a thickness to them, preventing the frill from pooling as much flesh around it as it had been. This was confusing, and certainly something he sought to raise with the man another time, but for now it allowed Jeremy the fortunate ability to increase his pace. In little time the massive knot - having grown to the size of an enlarged pokeball - was being slammed against Thomas' rear with enough force for the resulting slaps to echo around the captain's quarters.

<J-J-M-M-Ma-ster...> Thomas moaned, correcting himself with what little self control he had left. His arms fell to the sheets, his hands gripping the silk as though he were hanging on for dear life. This allowed Jeremy to release his grip around the trainers chest, and rear back. Thomas found two large clawed hands grasp his hips tightly, holding him in place as the Kommo-o jackhammered his arse from behind. <Ah! Ah. Ah. Ah…> He muttered, unable to keep quiet through the anal assault.

Jeremy growled, his new body had new nerve endings. Virgin nerve endings. His cock was bigger and more sensitive, and hearing Thomas moan was pushing him closer to the edge. But he could feel inside himself a level of control he'd not had before. Perhaps if he came once early on, he could have Thomas build him back up again for a bigger finale. He pulled out to the tip and teased his pet a little before growling <Thomas, my lovely little pokeslut…> The man was about to turn his head, but Jeremy slid his claws from Thomas' waist and up his chest, guiding the man to an upright kneeling pose rather than being on all fours. His claws gently traced their way across the man's chest to his neck, before one palm pushed him tight against the Kommo-o's chest.

<Yes, my Glorious Master?> Thomas moaned, his wits a little more present as he tried to resist the urge to buck backward into the waiting cock.

Jeremy could feel the man tense, he could sense his need and decided to play mean by leaning down to nip at Thomas' collarbone. Each playful kiss brought out a contented whimper from his lover's lips. <Thomas,> He growled again, between kisses <I am… going to… fill… you.> He nipped one last time at the bottom of Thomas' earlobe. <Then you will clean me. Then you will ride me. Then I will fill you again.> Jeremy playfully licked along the side of the man's face before delivering his ultimatum <You will not cum until I allow it. Understand?> Thomas gulped, but nodded. <If you fail, you will become the Silent Whismur's breeding bitch until we reach port.>

Thomas nodded again, but this time with a cheeky grin. <Mmmm, Master, that's not exactly a disincentive to->

<Under Zana's control.> Jeremy added.

The frozen breath of his human lover was all Jeremy needed as a sign his point had been made. <Understood. Master cums first.> Thomas then reached up, his hand caressing Jeremy's muzzle. <And my Master always comes first.> The strong Kommo-o hand pressing Thomas to his love slid further along the man's chest until he was being held in a one-armed embrace. But just as Jeremy could read his pet's movements and breathing well enough to know when he was edging, so could Thomas read his Master. And He knew Jeremy was right on the verge, so with a grin, Thomas looked Jeremy in the eye. <Fill me, Master. Cum for your little pokeslut.> The way Thomas had moaned that last part resonated with something deep inside Jeremy. He slowly - almost painfully so - pushed forward, his cock gaining ground until the knot at it's base connected with Thomas' cheeks. As though reading the pokemon's mind, Thomas reached behind and grasped the bulge with both hands, kneading it gently as his ass ground against it. <Fill your little pokeslut.>

Jeremy grunted, his hips spasming as the frill around the head of his cock expanded with a desperate rush of blood. <Thomas!> He roared, his arm around the man's chest squeezing his lover, holding him in place as his member erupted with hot draconic seed. Thomas' breath was taken by both the force of Jeremy's embrace, and the incredible heat radiating from his partner. He looked down to see the pokemon's arm plates glowing a dull orange as ropes of Kommo-o jizz painted his insides. Flares of golden yellow throbbed in each plate, and Thomas realised things could go rather badly if he didn't do something to calm the pokemon down.

Thomas managed to pull one arm free and place it against Jeremy's muzzle. <Master.> He said calmly and lovingly. <Thank you.> He hoped going the kind respectful route rather than commanding warning one would continue the mood, after all he didn't want to burn to a crisp but definitely wanted to continue their night of passion.

Jeremy snapped out of his orgasmic stupor, opening his glowing red eyes to see a rather pink human in his grasp with a look of love and slight discomfort staring up at him. He then noticed the dimming orange glow of his plates and realised with some shock why Thomas had interrupted his moment of bliss. <T-Thomas… I->

Thomas placed a finger against Jeremy's lips <Master, I am fine. I love you, all of you. If I truly feel in danger, I will say.> He smiled lovingly, stroking the pokemon's muzzle. <And I won't silence you again, I promise.>

The sparkle of mischief in his eye showed Jeremy that the last statement was probably a lie, but the Kommo-o wasn't about to hold it against him. At least not at that time. <Thomas, I don't know what boon I gave Arceus to deserve a trainer as perfect as you.> He growled, stroking his claws through Thomas' hair. The man moaned contentedly, his eyes closing to enjoy the sensation as purely as possible. Jeremy played with Thomas for several minutes, his claws scraping over the human's fragile skin to leave cute pink trails almost the same colour as his own flesh. After several passes he became intrigued by the small patterns he could make with his marks, and an idea slipped into his mind. <I wish to mark you.>

Thomas had to think for a moment as he considered what Jeremy was asking. <Mark me, Master?>

<To show the world you are mine.> Jeremy mused, scratching a heart-like symbol into Thomas' chest while his pet moaned.

<Mmmm… Like a Tattoo?>

<Perhaps…> Jeremy mused, looking down the man's body. <Perhaps my claw prints. Right here.> He slid his hands down Thomas' body to grab his thighs, pressing the sharp claws into his flesh to leave little pinkish red marks.

Thomas moaned at the raw power behind his partner's act of dominance. His ass clenched tight, squeezing the last few drops from Jeremy's rod before he could breathe again. <Wherever my Master wishes to lay claim. My body is yours.> He attempted to interlace his fingers with the Kommo-o's, but the pokemon's hands were far too big. So instead he pried the right one up, lifting it to his chest to place over his heart and hold it there. <But this is where you live.>

Jeremy moaned in agreement, using the new position of his hand to pull Thomas into another hug. He held his human close for some time before feeling cum dribble down his cock and along his thighs. He'd grown soft enough for the seal of his flare to break, and it was time for Thomas to get to work. To the man's credit, after a brief sigh of happiness feeling his Master's seed cascade down his legs, Thomas got straight to work. He slowly pulled himself off Jeremy, turned and knelt on the bed. He was about to take the cum-glazed tip into his mouth when Jeremy put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

With a smile, the Kommo-o shifted around on the bed until he was laying on his back, legs spread wide to give his pet full access. He wouldn't have admitted it, but there was something intensely erotic and satisfying about laying down on Thomas' puddle of cum while the man cleaned up Jeremy's own jizz. Of which, as soon as Jeremy was comfortable, Thomas got to work.

He started at the tip, lovingly caressing the still creamy slit with the tip of his tongue. Jeremy groaned in pleasure at the sensitive spot being so carefully cleaned, gasping when Thomas' lips were once again brought into the equation. They didn't remain long, the man using them as a kind of reward or mental marker for what part of the thick pink cock he'd already cleaned. With the tip clear of all but a bead of precum - which he playfully licked up while staring Jeremy in the eyes - he kissed it once more and moved on to the underside of the head. The taut groove around the frenulum was paid extra care as Thomas' tongue stroked along its length. And after licking yet another bead of precum from his Masters cock, Thomas planted a gentle kiss on the underside and shifted around on the bed to better access the thick frill.

It was still throbbing when he got to it, engorging slightly with every beat of the pokemon's heart before deflating again. However once his tongue ran along the underside of it, the flare flushed with blood, growing larger - yet nowhere near as large as it felt - while Jeremy let loose a groan of pleasure. Thomas looked up to the pokemon's face, only to see the Kommo-o staring at the ceiling, his hands clenching and unclenching. Worried he was causing his Master undue distress - knowing full well what happens when overstimulation becomes painful - he quickly cleaned up that area before planting the softest of kisses upon it and turning his attention to the shaft.

What stood proudly before him was no small task. Thomas' ministration had roused the monster from its slumber once more, the member throbbing itself back to attention while the globs of cum still clinging to it were lovingly scooped off. The human tongue was far from rough and not nearly as strange as some of the more feline pokemon's tongues, but it was - for Jeremy at least - just the right amount of coarse and soft. The perfect texture for lavishing praise on his sensitive member. He really had spoken the truth earlier; Jeremy was truly stunned at how he had managed to come across his perfect partner. A man willing and - in no small feat - able to be there for him physically as well as emotionally. But his mind was snapped out of the introspection as Thomas took a different approach to cleaning the Kommo-o's shaft.

Soft human lips opened around the conical tip of Jeremy's cock, parting wider and wider so as not to touch the sides of the hot member. He gently cupped the still cum-coated knot in his hands to keep the member from twitching too wildly as he descended, nothing but hot air and the occasional accidental glance of his tongue or teeth against the deep pink flesh. Thomas managed to get halfway down the shaft before it's curvature - and the back of the man's mouth - made it impossible to continue without contact. Feeling the pre-coated tip nudge his throat, Thomas slowly relaxed his lips and jaw, allowing it to wrap around the throbbing shaft as he moaned happily into it.

Jeremy moaned as well, the sensation of nothing but hot air encapsulating his cock before being beset on all sides by warm, slick flesh was deliciously sensual. Thomas sucked gently at first, but increased in strength as he withdrew, drawing back with his lips a half a shaft's worth of cum. Upon reaching the tip he pursed his lips closed, then scratched gently at his Master's belly to get the pokemon's attention. Jeremy craned his neck to look at his pet, who - with a mischievous smile - opened his mouth to show the pool of poke-cum inside. He waggled his tongue around, showing the viscosity of the contents before closing his mouth and dramatically swallowing. He opened up again, revealing an empty maw, thin strands of cum barely able to stretch between his teeth and tongue. The Kommo-o gulped. He'd not expected such a thing to get him going, but Thomas had proven him wrong. This time, as Thomas dove back down on the pink member, Jeremy looked at him the entire time.

Thomas, feeling Jeremy's eyes on him kept up the show for his Master, still refusing to let his mouth touch the sides of Jeremy's cock, only allowing the exception of his throat to constrict the tip as he continued to descend. When his lips were able to graze the edge of the knot, Thomas relaxed again, his tongue and mouth gently pressing in against the lower half of Jeremy's shaft. Jeremy growled in pleasure, prompting Thomas to look up into his master's lustful gaze. Then without breaking eye contact, Thomas sucked hard, pulling his lips up the bulging shaft until like before he pulled away with a mouthful of cum.

Thomas opened his mouth to show Jeremy the contents once more, ready to swallow. But the pokemon had other plans. Jeremy leaned forward, and with the man's mouth still open, thrust his tongue inside. Thoma's lips closed around the prehensile protrusion and moaned, locking lips with Jeremy as he was kissed forcefully. Their tongues mixed Jeremy's jizz almost to a froth with their passionate oral wrestling, the earthy flavour of his Master's seed filling every part of Thomas' mouth before Jeremy tried something new. The thick pink tongue seemed to sweep the cum around to the back of the man's mouth, before thrusting down his throat. Jeremy was throatfucking his own cum into Thomas' belly.

It was an incredible experience like none other that Thomas had experienced, and fortunately the mild discomfort of his throat being forced open like that helped to subdue his aching erection, as their kiss was bringing him so much pleasure and comfort that he was worried he'd climax from it, breaking his promise. As Jeremy withdrew his tongue and pulled back to see the result of his work, Thomas sighed in relief. Opening wide he showed how well his Master had cleaned his mouth, while Jeremy licked his lips with a wicked stare. <Mmmmm, excellent work my little pokeslut. Please continue.>

<Thank you, Master.> Thomas replied, already shifting back into position to tackle the next part of his Master's anatomy. The Knot. It was visibly throbbing, and quite inflated, making Thomas' job both less and more difficult. There was more space for him to lap up, and it certainly wasn't small enough for him to fit in his mouth. But on the plus side, the cum was stretched thin, so it wouldn't take much in the way of effort. On his way down to the fleshy bulge, Thomas planted soft kisses along the curved pink rod, eliciting contented growls from its owner.

Once he reached the throbbing bulb, Thomas began his work with broad, long licks from slit to shaft. He slid the tip of his tongue just barely into the pokemon's genital slit, before pushing the flat of it against the bulb and drawing upwards, running it over the slick knot until he found himself back at the shaft where he would make eye contact with Jeremy, swallow, and move around the knot several degrees to begin licking again. Thomas slowly made his way around the dark pink bulb, eventually finding himself straddling Jeremy's chest in the process. With his rear being presented to his master so perfectly, Jeremy couldn't resist giving Thomas a little praise as well.

The long, thick Kommo-o tongue once more lapped up along the man's thighs, pooling the draconic seed against his skin before being scooped into Jeremy's muzzle. Thomas moaned, but attempted to remain on-target as he continued to clean his master's cock. Jeremy wasted no time licking up and down his pet's thighs, balls, and crack - but carefully avoiding his cock out of sadistic mischievousness - while gathering all the resulting cum in his mouth. The pokemon's attempt at cleaning his human finished around the time Thomas needed to shift position to reach the last of Jeremy's knot, so he was allowed off his Master's chest to finish up.

With one final long lick Thomas had finished cleaning the cock, he just had his master's thighs to go, but Jeremy beckoned his attention. Thomas looked up dutifully, waiting for any further command. Jeremy beckoned Thomas closer, so the man shuffled up the bed without hesitation. Jeremy's head swiftly pressed forward, his lips making contact with Thomas', and when they parted, he flooded his pet's mouth with the collected cum from Thomas' body. The man almost coughed out the unexpected flood of jizz, but quickly began swallowing as Jeremy's tongue joined the fray, packing cum into his throat with rhythmic thrusts.

This time his body had no adverse reaction to Jeremy's strange act of dominance, though he certainly felt considerably more full with a belly of the pokemon's seed. Once Jeremy had finished and allowed Thomas a moment to breathe, Thomas moaned. <Mmmm, Don't need dinner now.> He mused, patting his belly. <Thank you master.>

<You're not done yet my little cumslut.> Jeremy growled with a chuckle.

<Yes Master.> Thomas grinned, smiling as he descended back to the Kommo-o's thighs. This time he began - like Jeremy had - at his Master's knees and slowly worked his way up each leg. As soon as he'd made a few inches progress, he would swap to the other leg and clean the same section up. Then back to the first to make more progress and so on. Each drag of Thomas' tongue along the yellow leathery hide of the shiny Kommo-o sent shivers down Jeremy's spine. Thomas could feel each shudder as he neared his goal, and made the anticipation all the greater by shortening each leg's advance until he was barely an inch away from the apex of Jeremy's thighs. And with a gentle kiss against Jeremy's pucker, Thomas was done.

<You spoil me.> Jeremy moaned, grinning widely as Thomas knelt up on the bed.

<You deserve to be spoiled.> Thomas shot back, biting his bottom lip at the sheer size of Jeremy's rod from that angle. It was almost as long as his arm, and while the tapered tip and shaft was definitely something he knew he could handle, that knot looked positively beastly. He gulped at the sight of it.

<And you deserve to be filled> Jeremy patted the tops of his thighs invitingly. <Take a seat.>

Thomas wasn't about to back out, and shuffled up the bed, standing above Jeremy's waist somewhat nervously but trying real hard not to show it. Then he slowly crouched down, using his hands to guide the pokemon's tool into place. When he felt the heat of it's tip pierce his loosened ring Thomas groaned. He looked to Jeremy who kept his gaze, and lowered himself. Every inch he sank down, Thomas stared into his Masters eyes, primal desires and desperate need written across the humans face as he sank lower and lower. As he reached the knot, instead of pausing he bounced playfully upon it, testing his body's limits.

Jeremy moaned as Thomas attempted to tease the knot inside. He knew it would take far more than just bouncing to do it, and reached out to grab Thomas' hips. The man didn't remove Jeremy's claws, but he did place his hands on them, shaking his head. <Please, Master. I want to do this. I need to... without your help->

Jeremy huffed <Thomas, you don't need to prove anything.> He kept his hands there, but didn't force Thomas down like he'd intended.

<No. Please. I-> Thomas took a deep breath. <It means a lot. To me. Please.> Thomas' eyes pleaded along with his words, causing Jeremy to reluctantly let go of the man. <Thank you Master.> Thomas sighed, before adding with a lusty moan <You won't regret it.> With that he pulled himself up almost to standing, leaving only the tip of Jeremy's cock inside him before plunging back down.

It was Jeremy's turn to see stars, as Thomas' muscles controlling his descent helped squeeze the thick pink cock far tighter than the pokemon had expected. The return trip was also mind blowing as the frill once more pulled at Thomas' skin. The man's internal walls weren't quite as pliable as when Jeremy had first entered Thomas that evening, yet it felt much looser than when they'd reached the speedy rutting pace they had earlier. Thomas committed to long, hard strokes while his legs were still capable of doing so, the muscles visibly tensing to show Jeremy exactly how much effort his little pokeslut was putting into it.

It wasn't long before each withdrawal elicited a moan from the pair of lovers. Thomas felt like Jeremy's cock was leaving behind a vacuum of sorts, having pushed all the air out of the available space when bottoming out, while the sensitive frill at the head of Jeremy's cock was going mad with the tight squeezing from Thomas' muscles. It was when Jeremy began panting that Thomas knew he needed to up his game. He wanted - no, needed - that knot inside him before Jeremy came. That would be his gift. As a Hakamo-o, the faux-knot was girthy, but was certainly doable and he enjoyed it's thickness considerably. But this one wouldn't be so hard to ignore. Once that monster was inside him, he wasn't going anywhere.

Thomas gulped. Jeremy was the Master, so he had no place making demands of the pokemon. But he felt he needed to say the thoughts smashing around his own mind, at the very least to reassure Jeremy of his intentions. <Master, I'm ready to try properly now. I want your Knot. I want to… to be bred.> He gulped.

But whatever he was worried about remained only a worry as Jeremy softly stroked his pet human's face. <Thomas...> Jeremy knew that Thomas knew about how pokemon mate, and how not only would he be an incompatible species to breed with, but was also incapable of producing eggs. He also knew Thomas was into various kinks - including being eaten apparently - but this was something else. He'd seen the Gothorita costume while packing back in Sidna and asked Zana about it, being told of Thomas' night at the Owlra gym where he was railed by just about every pokemon there. In retrospect, he shouldn't have been surprised by the man's comment, and he wasn't about to burst his bubble. Jeremy took a deep breath before glaring at his little pokeslut with a mischievous grin. <You really want to be my breeding bitch?>

Thomas nodded, heart in his throat. <Yes Master.> He looked to Jeremy's eyes for an answer.

The Kommo-o leaned over to whisper in Thomas' ear <If you can get my knot inside you without my help, you'll have earned the honour, and my cum will be yours whenever you want it.>

Thomas' heart went from his throat to his stomach as he felt the massive ball of flesh throb beneath him. He wanted it inside him before, but now it was absolutely vital. Thomas pushed down hard, allowing gravity to do as much as possible until he could feel his feet lifting from the sheets. It wasn't enough. Gulping as his eyes scanned the room for something - anything - that could help, Thomas spied an ornate belt cast from the bed in Jeremy's rush to bed Thomas. It was rather wide, with a large gold buckle in the shape of a draconic hand clutching a pokeball attached to one end of the black leather strap.

He pulled himself off the pokemon and stooped low to pick it up, then gently threading it under Jeremy's hips he held the two ends tight. With a deep breath Thomas mounted Jeremy again and sank low on the curved pink rod until once more his cheeks graced the throbbing bulb of Jeremy's knot. Again, Thomas lifted his feet enough to keep balance but this time he pulled the two ends of the belt up as hard as possible while slowly grinding backwards and forwards. The attempt at getting Jeremy's knot inside him slowly built into a rhythm that his Master became very fond of. The frill inside Thomas was being massaged rather well given the cock itself was barely moving from it's spot, the angle of the man's hips doing all the work in that regard. Jeremy groaned happily as his pet demonstrated the resolve he'd come to expect.

Thomas groaned in frustration as he was so close to being knotted, he just needed to stretch that extra little bit. He knew he was capable of taking a cock around that width - maybe not quite as wide, but close enough to it. All he had to do was get the right angle. He looked to the contented and cheeky grin of his Master and knew Jeremy was just waiting for him to either succeed or give up. And he wasn't about to throw in the towel just yet. Thomas wrapped the belt around his hands again, strengthening his hold on the pokemon's waist as he bucked downwards, the first pang of pain sparking through his rear as the knot gained a modicum of ground. “Ahn!" He cried, trying not to tear up at the sensation of being pushed to breaking point. He desperately wanted this, willing his body into submission and hoping he would be able to take every inch of Jeremy's new form. Otherwise, what good would he be?

The absurdity of that thought pinged around in the back of Thomas' head as he returned to grinding atop the Kommo-o. It was a thought that he'd have completely dismissed as madness a month ago, but in that moment, it was a real, purposeful driving force. Zye was still locked away, and he'd asked not to be manipulated unless absolutely necessary, so it couldn't be them. Was he doing this to himself? A feedback loop of desire? He paused his gyrations for a moment, closing his eyes in an attempt to summon forth that strange coloured sight, but he couldn't calm his mind enough, or focus, or whatever he needed to be able to do so.

It was Jeremy's claw stroking down his thigh that snapped Thomas' mind back to the captain's quarters. <Thomas, are you okay?> The pokemon seemed genuinely concerned as his pet blinked himself back to reality. <You seem… you don't have to keep trying, we can->

<No.> Thomas gulped, shaking his head. <I- I can do this, I just have to->

<Thomas.> Jeremy barked, getting the man's attention. <I will not have you hurt yourself for my benefit.> But Thomas just stared at his Master, conflict within himself rising to levels he'd never considered. His master's command versus his own promise. Except Jeremy hadn't commanded him, and Thomas had only promised not to climax first. Neither of them had more than a few whims and their own pleasure at stake. Which meant Thomas had everything to prove. He was his Master's pet, his pokemon's lover. Their fun may have begun with the intent to simply enjoy each others bodies, but Thomas had been given a challenge. A challenge to be worthy. And until his Master specifically forbade him, he would continue.

A fire burned through Thomas, his muscles re-invigorated, his body calm as he stared his Master in the eyes. Without a word in response to the Kommo-o's pleas, he tightened his grip on the leather belt and pulled with all his might.

The searing pain of having his hole stretched so utterly was nigh debilitating, with the man having to force himself to keep ahold of the leather strap. But he could feel his ring give bit by bit, the taut skin hugging tight what little of the knot had passed it. Thomas maintained eye contact with his Master, his lids twitching through the effort and pain as he pushed himself harder and harder. Thomas felt one knee start to shake as his body cried out for him to stop, but he was undeterred, shifting what weight he could to the other leg as his arms tensed further.

And then there was movement. Thomas' ring shifted almost to the halfway point and picked up speed as gravity was able to be the decisive vote on the feuding problem of 'large object small hole'. Once past halfway, Thomas' body sank like a stone, his cheeks landing on the Kommo-o's yellow pelvis with a satisfying slap. “Arceus…" Thomas moaned as he felt his arse finally relax along with the rest of his body. Jeremy could see the man about to topple over from the relief, and reached out to grab his shoulders as Thomas dropped the belt. <I- I'm sorry Master.>

Jeremy leaned in to kiss Thomas on the forehead. <For what, my love?> He chuckled, honestly having no idea what the man was on about after the truly magnificent accomplishment of taking his partner's massive knot so successfully.

<I spoke out of turn.> Thomas whimpered, a weak smile on his lips. Jeremy looked at him confused. “Arceus." He said in his human tongue.

Jeremy laughed. <I can give you a pass on that.> He growled. <I don't think the God would mind.>

<Master?>

<You've more than proven yourself tonight, Thomas. I want to hear you cry my name now.>

“Jeremy?" The sound of his own name was music to the pokemon's ears. He loved the Master/Pet dynamic they had, but after all that, he just wanted to be with his Thomas. Jeremy sighed happily and nodded for Thomas to continue <Thank you, for letting me prove myself.>

Jeremy stroked Thomas' chest with his thumb claws. <You've more than proven yourself to me. Every day for the last month you've proven yourself to me.> He sighed, kissing Thomas gently on the lips. <And you've done enough of that tonight. Let us just enjoy the time we have.> The two grinned, nodding in understanding. Thomas leaned forward, prompting Jeremy to allow him to fall gently onto the Kommo-o's chest. The two lay embracing one another, tied together for a while Thomas caught his breath and allowed his muscles a moment of respite. With a big sigh, Thomas looked to Jeremy and smiled. <Are you ready?> The pokemon asked.

Thomas' smile turned into a cheeky grin <Are you?> He pulled himself up, then crouched, attempting to pull himself off the bulbous pink knot. He was stuck fast. The sensation of being held so tightly inside was one of the most erotic experiences of Thomas' life. Not to mention Jeremy, who'd only had the particularly knotty member for only a few hours. They moaned in tandem as Thomas sank back down, grinding his cheeks against Jeremy's hips.

For Thomas it was a slice of heaven. For Jeremy, it was far more. The knot inside Thomas was being squeezed and massaged by his lover's movements, but so was the flared tip of his massive member. Thomas could feel the frill throbbing inside him, but for the pokemon, the sensations were far more intense. Thomas could tell Jeremy was having a hard time keeping a straight face, and moaned <You look like you're having fun.>

Between panted breaths and a gulp, Jeremy quipped <And you're not?>

Thomas couldn't argue there. Instead he just picked up the pace, gyrating his ass against Jeremy's hips in an almost figure of eight motion. Jeremy's lust-fuelled groans became staccato breaths, his hands grasping at the sheets as his orgasm approached. “Jeremy…" Thomas moaned trying to get his lover's attention. It took a few moments for his voice to sink in, but eventually the Kommo-o looked up at his trainer with glazed eyes. Thomas grabbed the pokemon's big hands and placed them on his hips.

Jeremy looked down to the torn sheets where his hands had been clenching. <I-I don't want to hurt->

Thomas took a deep breath and leaned in. <Mark me as yours.> He stroked the top of Jeremy's hands, running his fingers down the sharp claws as they pressed against his fragile human flesh. <I love you.>

Jeremy swallowed, his heart in his throat. <I love you too.> He leaned in to kiss Thomas, but the man dodged his head to one side, putting his lips close to the Kommo-o's ear.

<Claim me.> Thomas whispered with a grin before kissing the side of Jeremy's muzzle. Claws dug into the man's hips as Jeremy began moving the man to his own rhythm. Thomas was thrust forward and backward, up and down with what little verticality he could be moved with the knot still firmly wedged inside him. The lack of agency and having the pain of his love's entry finally subside allowed Thomas to finally approach the orgasm he'd been holding off for so long. He could see the determination in Jeremy's eyes as he was thrown around like a sex doll, the Kommo-o grunting with each thrust of his hips upwards. <Yes, Jeremy…> Thomas moaned. <Fuck me Jeremy!>

The desperate voice of his lover brought Jeremy to the edge of bliss, his orgasm hiding behind just a sliver of sensation that he couldn't quite achieve, the edging and whole knot ordeal having taken its toll on the pokemon's libido. He was about to try a different rhythm when Thomas decided to grab both ends of the belt and make one final heave into Jeremy's lap, ramming the pink cock deeper than it had ever been.

The pokemon's world went white as a mind shattering orgasm rippled through him. His flare puffed wide, spreading Thomas' insides before unleashing a spray of draconic seed that felt like it would have put a firehose to shame. An overpowering tingling sensation spread through the pokemon's bulbous member, into the several sets of testes inside him and out into the rest of his body. Sparks of orgasmic energy zapped through his nerves like lightning through clouds, spreading out in branching arcs that lit every part of him aflame. His feet, his hands, his tail, all tingling with pure sexual bliss as his mind felt like it was trapped in a vice of pure pleasure. He was barely able to move from the sheer sensation of it all.

Thomas felt Jeremy erupt inside him and his own climax quickly approached. Blast after blast of hot cum poured into him, Thomas amazed at it's warmth until he opened his eyes to look at Jeremy properly. His love was glowing. The armour plates giving off a dim orange light that was growing brighter with each pulse of his cock. The Kommo-o's grip was also growing tighter by the second, claws pushing hard against Thomas' skin, threatening to breath through every second as he was forcefully held in place in Jeremy's lap by the large, glowing claws. Thomas wasn't sure what would happen if the plates got too hot while he was still straddling Jeremy's lap. It was a consideration that was certainly harming his mood, but as he felt Jeremy's claws finally break skin to dig into his thighs, he felt his body react.

The searing pain of thighs being simultaneously sliced and cauterised overloaded his senses. What should have been pure pain broke the fuse in Thomas' nervous system and sent bolts of sensual bliss through him. That was all he needed to be pushed over the edge, and as Jeremy held him tight, scales and claws getting hotter by the second, Thomas came. He felt his rear tighten around Jeremy's knot, their bodies locked together in utter bliss as cocks twitched and sprayed in time. Jeremy's chest became coated in the human's pearly jizz, while his own was contained exclusively inside his lover, plugged up not once, but twice. Volley after volley of hot pokemon cum sloshed inside Thomas' bowels as his arse seemed to rhythmically squeeze around it's intruder, milking Jeremy for every drop.

It was when his plates reached near-scalding levels of heat that Jeremy was able to open his eyes, his glowing plates bringing Thomas' safety to the forefront of the pokemon's mind. Blearily, he tried pulling Thomas off him but stopped short when he noticed the blood dripping down his claws. From burning plates to deep wounds, Jeremy began to panic, but Thomas was calm, and simply put a hand on the pokemon's chest. <I am fine. Relax.> He cooed, eyes closed as he rode out the tail end of his own climax.

<Thomas, I- I-> Jeremy's mind was racing with excuses and courses of action, but Thomas would have none of it.

<I knew the risk. And it was nothing compared to the reward.> He released the leather strap to stroke Jeremy's muzzle. <Besides, you come first.> He quipped, smiling.

Jeremy was a little annoyed that Thomas was willing to put himself in that much danger just to sexually gratify him, but the man was right to a certain extent. They both realised that particular effect was a possibility no more than an hour earlier, they had every possibility to stop what they were doing and consider it, but they didn't. They chose their path, and come the end of it - save some pink patches and claw marks that should definitely be seen to - they both ended up safe and sound. Jeremy leaned over to inspect the damage, holding up his claws to compare the weapon to the wound. His claws had heated up as much if not more than his plates from what he could tell, the seared flesh inside each mark indeed showing signs his claws had cauterised them.

Jeremy looked again at Thomas' face, the man seemed to have no concept of the pain itself, which greatly concerned the pokemon, but for now all he could do was hold his trainer close and comfort him. Jeremy took a deep breath and smiled back, <I certainly did.> His plates having cooled sufficiently for his liking, Jeremy swept Thomas up into a tight embrace. <Thank you, my lovely Thomas.>

Thomas reciprocated best he could with his weak arms, the whole ordeal finally taking it's toll on his body. <And you, my gorgeous Jeremy.> He grunted a little as the pokemon shifted his hips around, the knot pulling at his arse as they remained firmly attached to each other. “Gah…" He gulped <Guess we'll be like this for a while, eh?>

<Somewhere you'd rather be?> Jeremy asked sarcastically.

Thomas sighed, curling up on his Master's chest. <Nowhere else in the whole wide world.> He muttered. They had a week of sailing at least ahead of them, which given the last month felt like all the time in the world. With Vandimland behind them, and Johto ahead, Thomas might have considered what lay in store for them upon their arrival. He might have thought about what the best way to continue to Unova would be, or prepare for anyone they might face along the way. He would have, but at that moment, he couldn't care less. The two rolled over, and like he'd woken up all those mornings prior wrapped in Jeremy's arms in the dark cave after his first fight with Bruno, Thomas fell asleep in Jeremy's arms in the Captains quarters.

Safe, for now.

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Bruno stepped through the opening into the dark room, his Electivire and Magmortar only a step behind. He nervously adjusted his tie as he strode past two armored security personnel towards the darkness at the rooms center. He took a deep breath and swallowed, knowing he wouldn't like what came next. “If you'd permit me to-"

'Explain?' The booming voice echoed through the chamber, or through the man's mind; he couldn't tell. 'Explain how you lost the Zygarde to a homeless man who only became a trainer a month ago?' A sickening chuckle reverberated through the chamber as sweat began building on Bruno's brow. 'Please do, I am in need of Entertainment…'

Bruno took another breath, albeit a little more panicked that time. “His pokemon, they- they're not normal. The Hakamo-o-"

'Should have been dealt with.' The voice sounded as though it was spoken through a thousand gritted teeth.

“Well I almost-"

'ALMOST IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!' Bruno and his pokemon cowered before the sound, the man wiping his now bleeding nose on the back of his hand.

“My- my niece. She spotted them on the S.S. Dianne. They're headed-"

'Were.' The word bounced around either the room or the trio's mind for several seconds before it's owner explained. 'It seems your little organisation is more pathetic than I was led to believe. One of your men informed the machine-obsessed zealots. Fools caused the Drake to flee.'

“Well, there can't be that many places he could hide." Bruno offered, gesturing to the doorless entryway leading to a stone hallway beyond. “I can go-"

'You will go nowhere.' The voice growled, a hint of malicious intent in it's tone. 'You have proven yourself unworthy of my attention, Drekavak, and are no longer needed.'

A thousand ribbons of light hummed into existence, illuminating the humanoid shape in the darkness before slicing into Bruno's body. The man was dead before he hit the floor, his pocketwatch striking the stone surface and skittering to land next to his electivire's foot. The two pokemon looked from their master to the darkness, then to each other. The Electivire snatched up the pocketwatch before breaking into a sprint, his buddy right behind. As a pair they dashed for the exit, the security personnel whipping around to take aim with their rifles.

'No.' The voice called out to it's minions. 'Let them run.' heavy footsteps echoed through the chamber before a massive black hand came down on Bruno's waist, yanking the pokeballs off their holster. A trio of white eyes stared at the orbs in the darkness before the fingers curled into a fist, crushing them in a crisp protest of plastic and metal. 'I wish to see where they run to.'

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