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“All right, Faro, let's show this dumb git who's really the master!" Damien yelled as his Charizard popped out into the field of play with a dominant roar.

“Don't listen to that dipshit, Keen!" Emil fired back to his Typhlosion, who was looking ready to rumble as he got into his attack stance. “He's nothing, we can take him down easily, just like last time!"

“You cheated last time, that doesn't even count!"

“Cheated? You were the one who wanted to have a battle near a waterfall, it's totally fair to use that to my advantage! Besides, I had to get you back for showering mud all over me the time before that!"

“You deserved it after that cheap shot on Faro last month!"

“Oh, right, it's a cheap shot because I need to actually fight something that can fly! You're the one who's cheap if anything, telling him to lob attacks from the air when you know I can't counter! That's not a fucking battle!"

“It's called strategy! Maybe if you weren't such a fucking idiot-"

“Who're you calling an idiot, idiot?!"

“You, idiot!"

The shouting match between Damien and Emil only ramped up from there, the slurs getting steadily more vile as they voiced just about every slight either of them had ever experienced in their shared history. Neither one noticed that their Pokémon had completely dropped their battle stances and were glaring at their trainers in frustration.

“Or, you know, THEY could be the ones fighting," Keen snarled. “Hello? Battle over here? Two ready and raging Fire-Types wanting to let off some steam?"

“Every fucking time," Faro growled irritably. “Rrgh...what's it gonna take to get them to shut up this time, you think?"

“Hell if I know, Emil was spending the whole day battle planning...or so he said. Maybe he was just thinking about what he was gonna yell at Damien the whole time. And they call US the hot-heads."

“Well, I'm getting plenty hot, and it's gonna come out on someone...if they don't get a clue pretty quickly it's not gonna be you."

Calling themselves friends would have probably been a stretch for Faro and Keen, but compared to Damien and Emil they looked like best buds. The two trainers and Pokémon had known each other for around two years now - it had started bad and only gone downhill from there. There wasn't any real event that precipitated it - it just seemed like Damien and Emil were two who were more or less destined to grate against each other. Bad blood had gone worse as they sparred against each other - neither one was willing to give way, they went out of their way to antagonize each other and try to get one-up on their match-ups against each other. Faro had the edge on victories in their history, but Emil was routinely insistent that some of those didn't count for whatever reason, which only added to the trouble.

In recent weeks, it seemed like the two trainers were more interested in squabbling than actual battles against each other, which was giving Keen and Faro common ground in irritation with their humans. They were as fierce of rivals as could be themselves, but not bitter ones - they each saw the other as a challenge to conquer, not a thorn in their sides, and though they both had hot tempers that were more than apt to boil over in the heat of battle they were at least able to let bygones be bygones. Lately, though, getting a good match out of each other was getting more difficult, as their trainers were trying schemes to get at each other more than fair matches.

“Do we actually need them to fight each other?" Faro grumbled. “Might actually be a better battle at this point if we just go off and do it ourselves...they probably won't even notice."

“They'll just piss and moan at each other for 'not keeping your Pokémon under control' like the last time we tried that," replied Keen tensely. “We're not the ones they need to keep under control, at this point...if they can't even look at each other without going into a row there's something wrong with them."

“No kidding...I've pretty much had it with both of them. Half a mind to just take off and let Damien learn a harsh lesson about his bad attitude, but that wouldn't give me a chance to vent at your trainer at all."

“Right. They both need a lesson. Right now they're not even acting like trainers, they're not showing why they should be in charge of anything...if they can't keep themselves in check how could they keep us in check?"

It was almost like that clicked at the same time for the two Pokémon; their heads turned towards each other, dangerous grins forming on their faces.

“You thinking what I'm thinking?"

“I think I am. They need a lesson in what happens when you can't keep control."

“Oh, yeah. I think they need a lesson in what happens when you're not in charge."

“I can think of one that'll leave a nice impression. Think we should start with ours, or the opposite?"

“Opposite. Heh, let's put a match on it. How fast can we get them mewling under us? I think I can beat you to it."

“Hah, you're on. This'll be a lot more fun than a normal battle anyway."

They took off, sights set on their rival's trainers, who were still locked in verbal warfare that sounded like it was going nuclear. Neither of the arguing trainers was ready for their counterpart's Pokémon to suddenly impede their vision of each other, Faro landing in front of Emil and knocking him over with a gust from his wings while Keen took down Damien bodily, pinning him on the ground.

“Hey, what the hell?" Damien yelped. “You're supposed to be tackling Faro, not me!"

“Oh, really? You didn't seem to care that much about that before," Keen said with a malevolent grin plastered on his face. “Ignoring your Pokémon in battle? And you call yourself a trainer? Don't seem like much of one to me...maybe you need a lesson in what a non-trainer has to deal with with a Pokémon!"

“Gah! What are you talking about?! Where's Faro? Get off me!"

“Mm, how about no. You're not my trainer, I don't take orders from you. Maybe you should be the one taking orders from me!" With a sudden rush of flame from his paws, Keen began to rapidly claw away Damien's clothing, turning the fabric to ash and cinders quite rapidly. The human yelped in terror, trying to squirm away, but the Typhlosion's weight and strength was more than enough to keep him from escaping.

Before Emil had a chance to rise up from being blown over, a heavy reptile foot came down on his stomach. He looked up in shaky fear at the Charizard...he'd never realized how big Faro was. “Wh-what are you doing? Where's Keen?"

“Occupied. Just as you're about to be. Seems he doesn't like it when he's ignored by his own trainer for some stupid spat. Come to think of it, neither do I."

“H-hey, wait a second! It's not my fault, Damien started it!"

“Either of you could have ended it a lot sooner than this," Faro replied as coldly as a Fire-type could have. “Guess what? You didn't, so we are. And we're doing it our way. You think you can stop me? You can't even control yourself, much less your own Pokémon, much less a Pokémon who's had it with your bullshit. If you can't control yourself, maybe it's time you were put under someone who CAN control you…" He leered down at Emil, grinning toothily in a way that made the human's terror spike. “Well, look at that...I think I'm just the guy for the job."

“I don't want to be controlled! Get off me!" For a moment Emil thought he had a chance as that foot came off of him...then he cried out in alarm as flames blew over his body. The blazing hot bath felt quite painful for the few seconds it was in contact with him, but he came out unburned, though a bit red all over...and his clothes had apparently gone up in smoke or ash, because there was barely anything left of them. He scrambled a bit, but another wingbeat thumped him to the ground, and he was soon pinned underfoot once again.

“Perhaps you misunderstood...I'm not giving you a CHOICE in the matter."

Damien's disrobing had been somewhat less efficient but no less satisfying for the Typhlosion, nor any less distressing for the human. He too had redness against his skin, in more claw-mark patterns from where Keen's nails had come close or even slightly raked him. No blood, but Damien was no less uneasy about it. “What the hell did you do to me? Get off me, you overgrown rodent!"

Keen, before responding, placed a paw directly on Damien's chest. Suddenly the human got a nasty shock, yelping loudly as electricity pulsed through him - the Thunderpunch that Emil had taught him as a counter to Faro's Flying-type nature was now being turned on the trainer. A mild buzz remained in him as the effect ended - not a paralysis but he could feel it slowing him a touch, and the warning loud and clear that it could happen again. Keen came up face to face with him, eye boring into Damien's. “Let that be a warning to you about who's in CHARGE here. Not some idiot human who can't even keep his temper in check."

“That...that's not right…"

“Oh? You think a Pokémon can't be in charge? Well, then, I think I'm just gonna have to show you exactly how a Pokémon asserts his dominance...whether it's over another Pokémon or a human." Something slick and extremely hot was sliding up against Damien's exposed genitals...he yelped as he caught sight of the red, hot cock growing between the Typhlosion's legs. Keen just laughed maliciously as the human began squirming more. “Hah, getting the picture now? You're gonna get first-hand experience with this...or should it be first-ass experience?"

“G-get that away from me!"

“Make me." To illustrate the point, Keen grabbed Damien and forced him over onto his stomach with less than significant effort. The human was pinned underneath him, arms trapped behind his back with just one of the Typhlosion's surprisingly strong paws, and now that cock was hot-dogging the cleft of his ass, giving him precious little recourse to prevent it from doing anything. “That's right...you can't. You can't even control yourself, so don't think you can control ME. Heh, you think you're hot stuff, but it's about time you learned what REAL heat is."

On the other side, Emil was getting full sight of what was coming for him, his eyes widening as the pointed, steaming shaft Faro bore was coming out in its full glory. The Charizard's malevolent grin was getting even scarier as he tried to squirm out from under the reptile's foot. “W-wait...I, I don't want to-"

“What's that? You 'don't want?' Well, I don't want to be caught in an endless squabble between two idiot trainers that have a petty feud over nothing, but it looks like I can't get what I want, so why should you?" Faro reached down and grabbed Emil's shoulder before releasing him from underfoot, hauling him upright and securing him by the body and thigh, his thinner arms far more forceful than Emil would have guessed. He tried kicking out, but his foot couldn't even make an impact that Faro felt beyond a tickle.

“You think you're anything but useless against me, I'm gonna disabuse you of that right quick." Tilting Emil forward, he had the human almost hanging as he lined his cock up with Emil's tight rear. He smirked as he saw the human's own cock hanging, stiffening up in spite of the resistance. “That's a cute little baby dick...I was better hung as a Charmander. No wonder you're so pissy, you're just a bitch who hasn't been put in his place yet. Don't worry, I'll make damn sure you know where you belong, and then Keen'll make sure you stay there."

Emil wanted to say a lot of things in response to that, but when that fat, pointed poker slammed into his ass, nothing came out except a strained cry. It didn't quite hurt as much as he expected it to, but it felt so incredibly hot, so huge, it stretched him out in a way he never had been in his life and he didn't really know how to handle it at all. He wasn't really given a chance to figure that out on his own, though, as Faro jerked out again and slammed back in, getting another cry out of him.

Damien reacted much the same way to Keen's forceful entry, a loud cry escaping him as his ass was ruthlessly pierced by the Typhlosion's blazing-hot shaft. It was slightly smaller than Faro's, but not nearly smaller enough to not get the same reaction out of the other human, that same feeling of overpowering stretching and burning that permeated through his body. He balled his hands into fists, trying to endure the treatment, but it was hard to get used to anything when Keen was ramming in and pulling out with such speed.

“Feel it, bitch," snarled the mammal into the human's rear as he rut him without hesitation. “Bet you've never felt power like this before, have you? Never known what it was like to be pushed to the limits of your body...that's something I have to deal with DAILY, and like every few days at YOUR hands. Maybe once you've felt this, you'll know who your betters really are...how weak and inferior you are to us, and you won't be taking us for granted anymore."

There wasn't much Damien could do or say in response, his breath had been driven from him and what could make its way out was only weak, faint cries that mostly went into the ground. His body was making weak protests against the grip Keen had on him, but nothing substantial enough to allow him escape. The Typhlosion really was that strong...and with him so close, a potent smoky and sulfuric scent was invading his nose, almost burning inside. That scent, it was making his heart pound, he felt...powerless, helpless against such a powerful beast...his mind wouldn't get off of that immense strength, the sheer force with which his ass was being violated, the choking heat in the air around them that held Keen's musk around them. His mind was starting to waver a bit, falling prey to the subtle chemicals in the smoky air, and as he tried to cling to his anger and resistance he failed to notice that his struggles were weakening and his lust was growing…

The same experience Emil was starting to get, as he was pounded by Faro, forced to take that thick shaft deep inside him and feel the liquid heat getting left behind. The air was laden with a dry musky scent, the same sulfuric tones offending his nostrils and working their way into his brain, bringing the raw power of the reptilian beast to the forefront. He couldn't help it, he couldn't stop it any more than he could stop Faro's claiming of his ass...he wasn't exactly in position to put up much of a fight, but even what he could put up wasn't coming to him. And he was starting to become aware that he was PAINFULLY hard, in a spot he really didn't want to be…

“Heh...enjoying it, bitch?" Faro's taunting growl didn't help, sending a spike and shiver through his spine that was less fear than it should have been. “Just as I thought...you've been needing to be put in your damn place for a while now. All that bitching and yelling, just begging for someone to get the control over you that you never had, wasn't it?"

Emil tried to shake his head and respond, but that cock speared in again and out came not a refutation, but a cry that was distinctly more pleasured than the previous ones. And his cock betrayed him as well, shooting a jet of pre into the air that rapidly sank to the ground and vaporized in the intense heat. Whether it was fatigue from the heat or the activity, or the musk working into his brain and melting the fight right out of him, he was slowly succumbing to the full domination of the Charizard, slowly giving in to his power and control. The less he fought it, the more space there was for the bizarre pleasure that was filling him, the heat becoming more alluring, the stretching becoming more desirable, the submission to the powerful reptile more proper and right.

Damien was succumbing as well, perhaps even more rapidly. The cries were clearly pleasure-tinged now, the struggles all but gone as he conceded to Keen more and more every time he felt that dick push into him. Keen wasn't letting up, triumph driving him to fuck more ferociously, impose himself more completely on the human who was about to be made his bitch. One of two...that thought was making him even more eager, the knowledge that his own trainer would be just as easily brought under, put in his proper place and given the treatment he deserved. Though, taking down the opposing one had an appeal to him...maybe Faro would agree that they would make their current bitches the ones they worked the most.??The more Keen fucked, the more Damien bucked. Even as part of him still tried to convince himself that he needed to resist, the rest had fully given in to the signals of submission induced by the Pokémon's dominance-laden musk, his subconscious reactions already reflecting acceptance of his new role. His dick was throbbing fiercely, enjoying every second of his defiling and subjugation, and he was now squirming into the treatment rather than against it, making sure Keen could bury himself inside without a trace of resistance. His mind was teetering on a razor's edge, needing juts a slight push to go all the way over…

And then Damien's orgasm hit, and that push was more like a ram. Somehow he found the breath to yell out euphorically, craning his neck and back as he fired off his load into the grass below him. Each shot was an impulse that beat down that last bit of resistance, fully making him accept his state as Pokémon bitch, welcome it as the state he should have taken. And then the coup de grace was hearing Keen yowl out loudly and finish the job, his volcanic cum shooting deep into Damien and branding him in that state, possibly for good, he didn't care. He squirmed and clenched around the Typhlosion, trying to milk him and take in more of that wonderful fire that burned deep within him.

Emil's fight was totally gone even before his own orgasm hit; he hadn't the resilience to mentally fight the imposing musk, and had basically cracked completely, freely moaning into the air and ceasing all struggle against Faro. The Charizard continued to drive into him, snorting and growling as he tried to work his own orgasm out of him, intent on making sure the bitch was marked. He had Keen's cry and knew his own trainer was being seeded at that moment...and he realized he loved that idea, that them marking the other was better than their own trainers. Primacy over the ones who had had the least power over them to start with...perfect.

That alone might have driven him over the edge, but Emil's sudden cry and the sudden extra pressure around his cock as the human came for him sent him careening over. A roar with a jet of flame escaped him as he unloaded into Emil, his own magma flowing deep into the human bitch and searing his innards with a heat that Emil couldn't help but love, couldn't help but NEED within him. Each pulse further ingrained his new position, and he loved every moment of it, wanted it more than he'd ever known.

The two Pokémon kept it up until every drop they could muster had been emptied into the humans. When they pulled out, both Damien and Emil were sweaty, panting, exhausted, and fucked to completion, and nary a hint of their prior furies had remained.

“So...which one of us won?" spoke the Charizard finally.

“I think we both did," snickered Keen. “Wasn't paying attention to who cracked first, but I don't think it matters. Damn...if I'd known this was what it would take to shut them up, I would'a done it long ago."

“Yeah, I think I like them better this way. A lot more quiet and a lot less chaos," Faro agreed. “I think we can teach them all about control, better than anyone else could."

“Too true. You don't mind if I keep Damien most of the time, do you?"

“Hell no. I love it, for all the shit he's made me put you through he deserves it. Same for Emil."

“Hah, least the two of us are on the same page. Enough time, I think we can get these two to behave better with each other, too." Keen grinned up at the Charizard. “Still, I think switching up and reinforcing these positions wouldn't be a bad idea, you feel me?"

Faro growled approvingly. “Absolutely. They clearly can use a lot of...control."