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“Come on! I’m not even going to go that far!”

“The answer is no, Kessel. I don’t want you wandering off on your own.”

“Braaaaad! I’m a Pokémon, not a human kid! It’s not like I’m gonna get in trouble or anything!”

“I won’t know where you are, and I have no way of contacting you. If I need you in the shop, I won’t have any way of getting you to me. You’ll have to wait until I’m not busy.”

The Raichu pouted furiously. “You’re ALWAYS busy! And when you’re not, you’re too tired to wanna go anywhere! I’ve got NEEDS, Brad! They involve not being cooped up around here and not being cut off from other Pokémon because you don’t ever get out and you can’t handle me not being around! Come on, be reasonable for once!”

Brad sighed, and looked down at the electric mouse. “Let me give you a reminder, Kessel: large and in charge. You’ll survive not being able to go wandering about wherever.”

Kessel was getting really tired of hearing that. And few would probably be able to blame him. The Raichu was going pretty stir-crazy by this point. It hadn’t always been this way - when they were traveling around, as quite a few growing young trainers did, things had been really good. It seemed like a perfect fit, too, the human was fascinated by electricity and electronics and Kessel was eager to help him learn. Eventually they settled down, and Brad built an electronics shop attached to the house, where he would repair electronics for a living and occasionally build devices on commission, provided the parts were available. And Kessel enjoyed helping out from time to time, his nose for shorts and such proving quite useful.

But lately, Brad had been getting a little bit TOO invested in the work, to the point where he wasn’t really doing much of anything else. And Kessel was suffering for that, because Brad wanted him around at all times to help with the things he didn’t have the natural sense for and an electric mouse did. And when Kessel started pushing back, Brad had started defaulting to a new ‘rule’ he’d instituted: large and in charge. He was the bigger of the two, thus he called the shots. It really didn’t seem fair to Kessel, who probably had far more means to overpower Brad than Brad did to overpower him…but he was unwilling to use them. Frustrated as he was, he didn’t hate Brad, and he didn’t want to hurt him. He just wanted the human to be more flexible.

He could use it, too. He doesn’t have much in the way of life outside of this. I can’t remember the last time he had a partner…even if he didn’t want sex, he’s basically alone except for me, and he isn’t letting me get any closer than I am.

Truthfully, there wasn’t that much Brad could do if Kessel decided to leave anyway. He never really DID anything if Kessel didn’t follow the ‘large and in charge’ rule - but he would express his disappointment and sadness, and that sometimes was worse than actual punishment. He always apologized, but deep down he had a feeling Brad knew he was the one out of line, not Kessel, and that was why he never went any further. And while that was something, what Kessel really wanted was for him to abandon the whole rule and reignite that fervor for life that Brad used to have.

But that wasn’t going to happen today, it seemed…Kessel just sighed and plopped down, resigning himself to being a stick in the mud. He wasn’t in the best of moods, of course, but today it was worse because he was feeling pent up in multiple ways. He enjoyed trips out to the local Pokémon daycare to enjoy himself with some of the mons there; it was way more satisfying than trying to find a wild mon who fit his tastes, those ones were there for action and eager to get it. The scent of arousal in the air always inflamed his desires so much more effectively, and even better, he could usually find one to his preference - namely, smaller than he was. Much as Kessel didn’t like the ‘large and in charge’ rule, he could understand the appeal - he liked to be that way when it came to getting down and dirty. It seemed that would have to wait for another time, though.

I’m not sure when, though, it’s been three weeks since he’s even gotten out of the house long enough for ME to get out of the house. Maybe if I started jerking it he’d get the hint…nah, he’d probably just tell me to stop and invoke the stupid rule again. Argh, if HE were getting some action, maybe he’d loosen up a bit, but I can’t just try to bring home random humans to try to seduce him. As if he’d even take it…he always acts like no one could want him lately. A guy who’s reasonably fit, looks probably fine for a human, has a good job, I don’t see why he WOULDN’T be wanted…except for the fact that some days it seems like he doesn’t even want himself.

That was probably the most frustrating thing for Kessel…the knowledge that it was extremely likely that Brad was just as unhappy as he was, and his ‘rule’ was probably just because he was afraid Kessel was going to walk out one day and not come back. Perhaps even a subtle challenge to the Raichu to push him into it and get it over with. And Kessel had no intention of biting on that…he wanted things fixed, and abandoning his longest and dearest friend wasn’t a fix. He just wished he knew what WAS.

He saw Brad grab another object and a screwdriver, making sure to unplug it from the test cord before he started working on it. He blinked a bit, confused…surely that couldn’t be what it looked like. “What’s that?”

“Power strip. Owner said it wasn’t working, wanted me to see if it could be fixed.”

“Wait, really? Those are cheap as hell. Why not just buy another one?”

Brad shrugged. “That’s what I said, and he told me ‘none of your business.’ Long as he’s not too skinflint to pay me for the repair, I don’t have a good reason to say no.”

It sounded weird to Kessel, but then again, he found lots of humans weird, so maybe it wasn’t anything unusual. Still, it wasn’t a common repair, so he hopped up and got a little closer; at least it was something a little more interesting than sitting and being grumpy. Brad had just undone the screws on the bottom and was trying to pull the casing apart, without much success. “And here I thought you’d been working out, Brad.”

“Hush, you. Sometimes these old things stick a little bit.” Brad grabbed a flathead screwdriver from nearby and started trying to wedge the casing open. “A little bitta elbow grease oughta do…the trick…hng…”

Kessel watched as Brad tried to work the stubborn casing open, surprised that it would be that hard to get into. Most devices didn’t really pose much of a challenge in that regard, and he didn’t think power strips should have been that much more resilient. As Brad forced harder, though, he started to feel weird…like there was a charge in the air that shouldn’t have been there. He looked around nervously, wondering if the strip was still plugged in, but it wasn’t connected or even close to anything that could be giving it juice. And nothing else in the shop had been touched…he couldn’t think of any reason why it should be charged up.

At least, not until just before it stopped mattering. Brad strained as hard as he could, trying to pry the casing open, and it seemed like it was starting to give…and that was when Kessel’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening. But it was too late, before he could even open his mouth, the power strip burst open violently, throwing Brad and Kessel back and sending something shooting out. The light went eerie in the shop as both human and Raichu pulled themselves to a sitting position and looked up…to the sight of a very angry lightning spirit hovering around agitatedly. “You jerkass! I was enjoying it in there!”

“Wh…what the hell?” Brad asked numbly. “A Rotom?”

“Well, that’s why you couldn’t get it open,” remarked Kessel, rubbing his head. “Anything they possess doesn’t yield easy.”

“Why would a Rotom be in a power strip? I thought they liked to possess appliances more than anything.”

“Excuse me! Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” zapped the Rotom furiously. “And for your information, I was in there because I wanted to just relax and eat! Maybe I can’t turn it into anything interesting but I can still possess it to chow down on the amps coming in! Which I was doing quite happily until you forced me out!”

“Well, uh, I’m sorry, but I was tasked with fixing that power strip,” Brad replied, trying to keep an even keel. “Whoever brought it in wanted you out, and that’s what I had to do. Maybe you should ask someone next time you want to hang around in one of their electronics.”

“Brad, don’t antagonize the ghost…” Kessel warned.

“What else am I supposed to say? I can’t very well let it back in.”

The Rotom bounced around in irritation. “Fzzt! How rude! Who are you to tell me what to do or not do? I’m not some little trained pet like that rat there!”

Brad sighed. “We have a rule in here. Large and in charge. If you’re not going to abide by it, then I’m going to have to ask you to go.” Kessel groaned internally - that was definitely NOT the right time to bring that up. Brad probably thought it wouldn’t do much other than convince the Rotom that he wanted out, but Kessel wasn’t so sure that was a wise way of thinking.

“Oh, so that’s how you do things around here? Well, then, here’s what I think of THAT!” The Rotom began sparking and glowing eerily, and Brad’s eyes widened in horror. It looked like a potential EMP - something that would fry just about everything in the shop, an unqualified disaster! Even Kessel was afraid of that, which was why he suddenly hopped up and tried to open his body to suck up as much of the charge as possible, it couldn’t save everything but it would have to at least mitigate the damage…

But what came out from the Rotom wasn’t a pulse at all - rather, it was a bolt, and not of regular lightning, but an odd pale surge that didn’t even respond to Kessel’s intervention. And it didn’t target any random spot in the shop - it hit Brad himself, making the human cry out loud. Kessel could only watch in shock as the figure of his trainer rapidly diminished, fading into the mass of his clothing as the garments flopped down around him. Only when the surge ceased could he run over and try to rescue Brad, pulling away the clothes to try to find his trainer. When he did, his eyes went wide as saucers.

Brad was still Brad…but on a much smaller scale. He couldn’t have been more than a bit taller than a Pikachu, but with his frame he didn’t look nearly as large. He appeared to be in something of a daze, eyes unfocused and head spinning. “What…what did you do to him?” Kessel asked in a panic.

“I cursed him but good!” cackled the Rotom. “Who’s large NOW? That’ll take care of some of that arrogance, ahahaha!”

Kessel’s gut lurched a bit. Of course it was a curse…Ghost-types could do a LOT to someone with those curses, and they weren’t prepared for them at all. He could only try to get Brad’s head back in the game, as the Rotom whizzed off through the wall, laughing as it departed. Of course, this day just had to go from bad to worse.

It took a minute, by which time the glow in the shop had faded and the lighting returned to normal. Brad moaned a bit, and then grunted as he came back to his senses - all sounds that were far higher-pitched than normal and didn’t sound entirely like him at all. “What happened…what…what the…why are you so big?!”

“I’m NOT big, Brad, you’re small. Take a look around.” Kessel helped Brad upright, so that the human could see what was going on.

The expression on Brad’s face got steadily worse as he saw everything around him at a far greater scale than he was, even his clothing - not a thing left on him, and no chance he had anything to wear as it was. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, about what I expected.” Kessel shook his head. “You REALLY shouldn’t have brought that up to an angry ghost…ironic curses are their favorites, you know.”

“Ugh…I figured it wouldn’t want to listen to the rule and would just storm off. I guess I pissed it off by kicking it out of that power strip more than I thought.” Brad rubbed his head, groaning. “We’ve gotta try to go after it. I can’t stay like this!”

“We are NOT going after him,” Kessel said immediately, shooting that down cold as he helped Brad out of the shop and back into the house. “You can’t force a Ghost-type to undo a curse they lay on you. Odds are it’ll just curse you further. We’re going to have to get you fixed another way. Find a curselifter and do what they need to get you back to normal. I very much doubt there are any in town, but we can look online or something, maybe there’s one that’ll make a house call.”

“Freaking hell…” groaned Brad. “Well, I guess that’s what we gotta do. What are we waiting for? Let’s get started right away, I don’t want to waste a second.” He started trying to walk forth, clearly intent on trying to get to the task despite the obvious complication of his size…but he didn’t get far before Kessel’s tail wrapped around him, pulling him back towards the Raichu. “Ack! Kessel!”

“Now, hold on there a second.” Brad’s expression got nervous as he saw the sly look on Kessel’s face. “Why do we need to be in such a rush? After all, it’s not like there’s a strict time limit or anything…so long as nothing locks the curse in for good, they can pretty much be removed whenever. And, well…how often am I gonna get the chance to be the one who’s large and in charge for once?”

“K-kessel…” mumbled Brad nervously.

“Ah-ah.” Kessel put a finger over the human’s mouth. “You’re not gonna try to tell me that rule doesn’t apply now that you’re not the one in control, are you? Because that would make me pretty unhappy. And considering I’m the one who knows how to get around everything at this scale, it’s NOT a good thing if I’m unhappy, don’t you think?”

Brad winced, and then shook his head as he pushed the paw away. “No…no, I…I can’t do that, can I? I guess you’ve got me…you’re large and in charge, Kessel. What do you want?”

“Oh, trust me, I have a few things in mind. But at the top of the list…” the paw that had silenced Brad before now reached down to grope at the human’s groin, sending a little spark through it and making Brad twitch and moan. “I haven’t had a proper chance to get my rocks off in a few weeks now, thanks to you. And you haven’t gotten yours off in Dialga knows how long. So I think we need to clear our lower heads so we can clear our upper heads, don’t you?”

Brad squirmed a bit, grunting as he got worked over by those sparking digits. The human’s endowment wasn’t much to look at, especially at his diminished size, but it certainly was responsive to the treatment, hardening and leaking in short order. Eventually he slumped into the Raichu’s grip. “All right, all right, you win. I’m gonna take a wild guess and say I’m gonna be taking your dick up my ass…”

“Well, this puny thing isn’t going to be giving me any help trying to reach inside. How DO you humans get by with such paltry sizes?”

“It’s what we’re made for. Just like you Pokémon are obscenely oversized.”

“I guarantee you’ll like ‘obscenely oversized’ better by the time I’m done with you,” snickered Kessel as he unwound his tail, holding Brad against him now; his cock was making its appearance, and it certainly got close to Brad’s descriptor given the scales they were at. On an absolute level it was hardly comparable to that of larger Pokémon, but when one was drastically reduced, the relative appearance was daunting at a minimum. Especially when he started rubbing it against the underside of Brad’s cock and balls, making the human stiffen as the sparking sensations surged through him. “Ooh, among other things. I knew you liked electric stuff, but I didn’t realize you liked it like THAT.”

“Sh-shut up, I don’t…nnnh…” Brad huffed and puffed a bit as he was was teased and tantalized by the Raichu’s staff. The shocks weren’t super intense, but that was all the more reason they were having such a dramatic effect, they were just the right amount to make him really feel every one of them at the most pleasurable level. His breathing quickened, his voice descended to moans, and he gripped Kessel’s body tight as he tried to fight the magnitude of the pleasure…it was no good, barely twenty seconds in, he let out a gasp and fired off a load onto the floor. The thin streaks of seed were hardly comparable to what he could have produced at normal size, but far from insignificant given his current state, painting some distinct lines of white onto the floor.

“Damn, you WERE pent up if you were going off that quickly,” chuckled Kessel. “Well, we can’t have THAT happening every time, otherwise you’re going to be drained far too quickly. Don’t worry, though, I have a plan for that.”

Brad, still panting, shook his head a bit. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

“Relax. I’ll let you go off…I just wanna make sure you do it on MY terms. Large and in charge, remember?”

“This…is not…what that rule was…ah! Meant for!” The shocked sound came from Brad feeling the thin tail wrapping around the base of his cock and around his ballsack. Suddenly, he felt a current running through them, making them feel amazingly tense and yet also absurdly stimulated. The buzzing through them was constant, relentless, pushing him hard…but the tightness was also there, and he had a feeling he knew what that was meant to do. “Kessel! Ah…”

“Now, now, Brad…you’re already getting more than I am, you should be thankful I’m not trying to play catch-up.” Oh, Kessel was enjoying this a little too much, he was well aware, but it was a good way to get some well-deserved payback (in his eyes, anyway), and if he could use it to free up Brad’s head a bit, even better. He brought Brad down with him onto his side, holding the miniaturized human in place as he shifted his cock towards the human’s pucker, feeling him tense down as that charged cock nudged a sensitive spot. “I’d tell you to relax, but I somehow think you’re gonna have trouble with that.”

“Just a little.”

“Well, good thing for you, I can do that too.” A burst of precisely-tuned electrical energy, and Brad jerked in Kessel’s arms, then went limp; he wasn’t paralyzed the way a Pokémon would normally do so, just had a bit of disruption to his nerves that forced a relaxation into his body. Before it could wear off, he plunged in, burying his cock deep into the human, the jolt to him breaking the effect quite sharply and getting a cry out of Brad. “Oof, you feel nice and tight either way, I’m gonna have fun with this.”

“Ghh…that’s just…because you’re so big!” groaned Brad, squirming slightly in the Raichu’s arms. “How could anything smaller than you NOT be tight?”

“Hee, true. Doesn’t mean I can’t comment on it, though.” Kessel gave Brad a cheeky lick, already he could feel Brad loosening up just a little bit on the mental side of things. Not the physical side, but that wasn’t too important now, he was already in and he was gonna make sure Brad was nice and broken in. “By the way, you know how Electric-types are pretty speedy? That’s how we fuck, too. Get ready, it’s gonna be a ride.”

Despite the warning, he didn’t really give Brad much time to prepare, holding tight and starting to pump in and out at his favored speed - which was quite a rapid clip, certainly faster than Brad would ever have experienced. Even laying on his side, it wasn’t that hard for him to thrust in with a healthy intensity, his hips rocking back and forth, slamming him in nice and deep. His thick cock had to work for it a little at first, but as his leaky pre started to get soaked up, the glide became smoother and easier, and each pump went much smoother. “Damn, Brad, didn’t know you had such a good ass, I mighta done this before…might not’ve been quite as much of an experience for you at your proper size, though.”

“Gnnh…haah…Kessel…” The cute noises Brad was making were perfect - clearly pleasured, but also a bit tense and strained, as Kessel would expect considering he was being stimulated pretty hard and yet blocked from getting to the natural endpoint of that stimulation. Of course, that endpoint would have come FAR too early for Kessel’s tastes - Brad needed some time to enjoy this before he was too worn out! His tail kept a firm grip around the human’s nads, making sure he wasn’t firing off until the Raichu was good and ready for him to. Which meant he could hump to his heart’s content, and let loose his other stimulating shocks through his cock, sending pleasure bolts off deep inside Brad, jolting his passage and surging into his prostate, combining electrical with impact pressure to overwhelm the sensitive organ.

The longer it went, the more Brad seemed to surrender to it, pushing back into Kessel and moaning more loudly and freely than before. Kessel could feel Brad’s heartbeat, the thumping, rapid-paced work of that organ as it was worked up…thet extra excitement in the human’s body was turning him on something fierce. Brad’s scent was changing too, the subtle scent of arousal reaching Kessel’s nose…it was a scent he hadn’t smelled in a long time, just how long had it been since Brad had really enjoyed something erotic? Certainly far too long…he would have to make sure that changed.

And already he had an idea of how he wanted to do it. “Enjoying yourself, Brad? Enjoying ME?”

“F-fuck…Kessel…” Small fingers gripped Kessel’s pelt tight, not nearly tight enough to hurt, though.

“That’s what I thought. But I’ll bet you’re really wanting to cum, aren’t you? I’ve been shocking your prostate so much you must feel like you’re about to EXPLODE…just because my little ol’ tail is holding you back, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes…Ah…Kessel…I…I need…please let…go…”

“Well, I might consider releasing you just a little early…” Kessel gave a devious little snicker, thrusting in and sending another jolt through Brad, getting another amorous cry out of the human. “But I’m not just gonna do so for nothing. You want early release, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

“Ngh! K-Kessel! Ah, please…” Brad writhed in Kessel’s grip, trying to pump his hips a bit, which only had the effect of pushing him back into Kessel’s thrusts when he jerked back. “I, I want…”

“Oh, you do? Well, I want to be ‘large and in charge.’ Not just for today, but for as long as I want. That’s what I’ll trade to let you off quickly. Otherwise…” Kessel shifted one hand down to touch a pawpad to the tip of Brad’s cock, sending another mild surge through it and making the human let out a strangled cry. “I wonder how much I can do to you before letting you actually loose? I’ve got a lot of ideas…”

“Ah! Ah! Kessel!” Brad bucked a bit, trying to break free of the effects once again, just as fruitlessly as ever. “I, I’ll do it! I’ll do what you want, just, please, I need, I need-!”

“Deal!” Kessel suddenly unwound his tail, and immediately Brad cried out hard as he came, much harder than before, jets of his spunk further staining the floorboards as he squirted vigorously his pent-up seed. Kessel now focused on trying to prolong this intense orgasm, letting his sparks fly as he hammered into Brad, continuing to molest the human’s cock with his paw and send more electricity through it. He was getting close himself, his own dick throbbing with anticipation as he pushed it towards the limit. And Brad jerking and squeezing on it in his bliss was only speeding things up…

Finally the Raichu let out his own cry and a rather potent discharge as he pumped his load into Brad. He gripped the human tighter, grinding the base of his cock into that tight hole as his charged seed pulsed deep inside Brad, a much heftier load than anything the human had produced over both of his orgasms combined. Then again, HE was pretty pent up, too, even without the backing-up he’d given Brad…he could even see the bulge forming in the human’s gut as he was filled up so nicely, his spasming hole so tight that almost nothing was leaking out. It was a blessed relief for Kessel, finally getting a proper unloading after weeks of waiting…he hadn’t expected this to be the way it happened, but he sure wasn’t complaining.

Neither was Brad, at least once he could speak again - which took a while after they both came down from their respective highs. He was limp in Kessel’s grip, heaving and gulping down air. “Are…Pokémon…always this…intense when they fuck?”

“Heh, not always, but more often than not…rough is stimulating, and we’re built for roughness. You’ll get used to it…trust me, I’m not gonna give you any chance NOT to.”

“I guess I can’t really argue with that.” Brad groaned a bit as he shifted; the feeling of being stuffed wasn’t going away no matter how much he tried to adjust. “So…do I want to know how long ‘as long as I want’ is?”

“Hm. Well, Brad, that’s going to depend on you.” Kessel murred as he rubbed the human’s body, particularly the bulge where his staff and emissions were plumping him up. “I have a goal in mind: a better you. You’ve been unhappy, you’ve been stuck in a rut, and you’ve been passing that misery along to me. I don’t think that’s doing either of us any good, do you? So I’ma try to revive that spark in you. We’re gonna get you out more, enjoying the fresh air and sunlight, and bring you back to the simple pleasures of life. We’re gonna get you happy with yourself and with others, get you learning how to interact with people outside of the customer-client relationship again. And we’re gonna loosen you up physically, too…get you to stop ignoring your needs.”

“…So that’s the rub, huh.” Brad let out a strained chuckle. “You just won’t give up on me, will you?”

“Not on your life, buster, and I’m not letting you give up on you either. I don’t know what’s got you thinking you’re not worth something, but I’m gonna change that no matter how long it takes.”

“Guess I don’t have a choice but to accept that challenge. But if you can do it…well, I guess I can’t rightly say it won’t be a good thing.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Mainly because it sounded to Kessel like Brad had a little bit of hope - perhaps something he’d been lacking for a while. And Kessel planned to milk that hope for all it was worth to bring Brad back to being himself again. And if he was lucky, when he had to give up being large and in charge, it would become a thing of the past overall - and they could get back to what they were supposed to be.