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It had been days since we last had good weather, but in a pleasant change of pace, the sky was blessedly clear, and bluer than I'd remembered, as we walked toward the horizon. The hours passed in quiet conversation between Claire and Tempest, which, thanks to the growing bond between Claire and I, I was privy to.

"What do you mean it feels good when he hurts you? How does being hurt feel good?"

"It feels good to let him. His power, his intensity. He doesn't show it much, it's amazing when he lets it slip. That I get to show him I can handle it is really just a plus."

"I guess I get that. I love it when he's dirty with me, marking me like I was his territory, teasing the wrong parts of me in all the right ways, the way he looks at me when I don't give him a choice, and drink every last golden drop in the morning. He'd never admit it, but he loves treating me like a filthy slut. He wouldn't show that side of himself to anyone else."

"Exactly! He'd never let his guard down enough otherwise. He's only like that with us. Nobody else in the world will ever know who he really is. He trusts us with that."

"And he's different with you than with me."

"You think?"

"He's always gentle with me. I still have to push him to be really dirty. I still get feelings from him, bordering on guilt when he knows he enjoys it. When he knows he wants to go even further."

"I don't think it's so different. I have to get him started, and I know he still holds back. We might play in different ways, but he worries about us just the same. Part of the thrill though, you know? He's afraid of going too far."

"You know what that means."

“Yeah, we haven't seen anything, yet. Do you think…"

My concentration on the conversation, much to my annoyance, was disrupted by a loitering trainer, who insisted on barring my path bodily, demanding a battle.

The conversation carried on a few moments longer while I sized him up, his goading and insinuations irritating, like a mosquito buzzing by one's ear. I got a good look at him, him and his team, as it happened.

In a word, he was a punk. Not the good kind, either. Unkempt, like he lived his whole life in a half-hearted fashion. His team reflected it too. I didn't even know them, but I knew they weren't in a hurry to fight for him. Everything about them reflected a vague sense of annoyance, and of resignation.

I laughed, I didn't mean to. But I did. The punk growled and that got Tempest's attention. Whatever conversation they had in those moments put aside in an instant as she moved between us, baring her teeth and snarling. It was enough of a show to put him on the defensive.

"You don't want this fight, and I don't want your money." I said, pushing mentally on Claire to pick one of the girls on his team, and let me know which one. "Even six on two, you're not half the man Tempest is. Hell, I bet Claire has the bigger dick. No, I'm not interested. So if you want to fight, we're going to make it interesting."

His response was mostly expletives, attacking everything from my height to my "bitch team". It was almost impressive in its intensity.

"I said you don't interest me." I repeated, as Claire flashed an image of a shy, miserable looking eevee obscured halfway by the leg of a machoke who had more or less physically brushed her aside at the start. I'd missed it myself, but she had a commanding view of things. "So I tell you what, I beat you, you trade me one of your pokemon. You beat me, I gotta do the same. Winner's choice. Or are you going to puss out now?"

Hook, line, and sinker. It was on.

The open meadow was a perfect place for the fight, Tempest's natural speed running circles around the machoke he lead off with, leaving the bastard winded, and aggravated by the trainer's demands. I called few commands, waiting for the opening I knew she'd create. A few glancing blows were hardly enough to ward her off. More and more it seemed she was just goading him. It was working.

The bite came swift and sudden, clipping the back of his leg, behind the knee, hobbling him. Whatever attack he'd been aiming to muster was thrown off by the pain as he crumpled halfway to the ground. A leaping attack found purchase off of his lowered arm. Her weapons, hidden beneath her fur, landing flush against the side of his head. She withdrew to my side as the giant was felled.

I switched up, calling her back to catch her breath as Claire moved in against a nidorino. It was a joke. He tried to close the distance, and she just kept hopping back, the growing wave of psychic pressure wearing him down until he collapsed in agony on the field. The poor beedrill that followed found herself on clipped wings from the get-go, Claire's fire knew where the bug was headed, and got there first.

Tempest stepped forward, and Claire stepped back without my even saying anything. The geodude flinched almost immediately and seemed to just fall apart under her furious onslaught. The shots he got in, she made show of shrugging off, though I knew her better than to believe it, calling her back once more, feeling her wince as my hand brushed against her side. She didn't make notice of it, just snarled and snapped in the punk's direction, her tail wagging at my touch.

All that was left was a meditite and the eevee.

The meditite had not made much show of emotion during the first rounds, and surged forward with a speed and tenacity that caught Claire and I both off guard. Unlike the others, Claire had no advantage from her psychic abilities and took hard shots from the pokemon, relenting in her assault to bring up her guard and try to back out of the way.

I knew which way the wind was blowing, and realized the meditite was the source of the punk's arrogance. Someone else had trained her, he just reaped the benefits of that.

"Claire! Sorry hon, but this one's gonna hurt. Light her ass on fire, no matter the cost! Trust us!" I called to her, reaching down to run a hand over Tempest's head. "If she falls, you have to go in, hard and fast, no feints, no cleverness. Won't do you any good. Just hit her until she doesn't get up, got it?"

Claire's effort was valiant, and brave, taking two hard shots to counter with a gout of nearly white-hot fire, which, at that distance, fully engulfed the meditite, visibly burning her to severe degree. As she scrambled back, wincing against the pain and her exertions, it was my turn as a trainer.

"Claire, switch it up! Tempest, get in there and make her regret being born!"

Claire was grateful for the reprieve, exhausted by the fight, and battered by the force of the meditite's blows. She was bleeding, the fur near her mouth stained a deep crimson where the meditite had hit her. Tempest seemed spurred by Claire's hurts, and moved in a way neither Claire nor I had ever seen before. It was beyond simple aggression. She was going for the kill.

It didn't matter that the meditite tried to defend itself, Tempest was in a fury. Bites punctuated with full body checks, stone protrusions and savage rakes of her claws digging into the poor girl's burns. It seemed everywhere she aimed to hit was open to her.

The meditite gave up on defense, and launched vicious attacks, but Tempest was having none of it. Each impact landed with a dull thud, but didn't seem to register at all. She had no intention of backing off, and kept biting, kept tearing into her until she fell. Such was her fury that it took Claire and I both calling to her for her to stop attacking her downed foe, who had feebly tried to shield herself from the worst of it, in the end.

Battered, exhausted, and satisfied in a way I'd never seen her before, she looked up at me, her tail wagging as she listened to the punk lose his shit.

That was putting it mildly. But despite the outburst of shouted profanities, he seemed suddenly a lot more worried about his pokemon than he had been before. She was hurt, severely. But the fight wasn't technically done.

"You still have that eevee." I said, my hand reaching down to brush against Claire. "And I'm getting bored. So let's wrap this up."

"No, man..." He said, as he shrugged off his messenger bag, crossing the grass to the meditite. "You won. Just... let me take care of her before I give her to you. Let me do that, at least."

I was surprised, genuinely at the sudden change. I wanted to laugh, but I also wanted to let him dangle a bit. "That's fine. Least I can do."

It was probably a quarter hour later that he could even look up at me, and did so from wet eyes. "You gotta promise me, man... you gotta promise me you'll look after her. Fuckin' promise me."

"No." I said, waiting a moment more to fully tip my hand.

"What?" He asked, bewildered. "She's going to be part of your team, your crew. I don't know what you did exactly, but those girls fight for you, man. In a way you don't have to say a word for. That's what I want for her. That kind of loyalty. That kind of life. You gotta promise me."

"No." I repeated, placing my hand on his shoulder. "I want you to promise me you'll give her that kind of life. I'll do the same for your eevee." I paused, and regarded his team, what was left of it, turning him to look at them. "They deserve better from you. Promise me."

He was a sobbing wreck when I left him, in a huge group hug, minus one. Claire told me later she'd picked up mixed feelings. A huge surge of relief at not being parted from the meditite, and overwhelming guilt at having never been a good trainer to any of them up to then.

Camp that night was somewhat somber, I just held my girls, three of them, now, by a low fire, in silence.

The eevee accepted her lot in it without protest, but didn't make eye contact, didn't seem to respond at all to Claire, or to Tempest. Just... kept moving forward, because she hadn't been given much choice.

It was morning when the the conversation stirred me. My bleary eyes fought vainly to keep the dawn away just a few moments more, but my mind was already a whirlwind.

"All I felt from him was guilt. He believed in us, fully, but the situation... he feels like he did wrong. Like he mistreated us." Claire's voice, the usual bright, gentle tones were muted. They sounded almost worried. I felt a twinge of guilt at it, though it was nothing compared to what I felt yesterday.

"As if we would lose." Tempest was confident as usual. I knew for a fact she'd be nursing a few deep bruises. I was surprised that it wasn't worse. Either way, it would put our training on hold, probably for a few days. Still, she took it like a champ, I couldn't deny that. Grit and willful intent were in a lot of ways her hallmark, but I'd have to work on her temper, she could really hurt someone if she didn't get a handle on it.

"What if we had?" It hurt me to hear Claire ask that. I asked myself the same thing a thousand times yesterday. I failed them. They came through for me. I was lucky. Very lucky. And very, very stupid.

"He'd keep you, obviously." As much as I hated knowing it, it was true. It was true, and I'd have lost someone who meant the world to me because I was arrogant, and short-sighted.

"You think? He loves you, too, you know." I did. But some things go beyond that.

"I know. But look, he has a responsibility to you. To all of us. You'll have to come first, someone had to. I'm not mad about it. We didn't lose, so why worry about what didn't come to pass?" Tempest had the right of it, I supposed. No sense worrying about what was done, it was what it was. It would never happen again.

"I guess you're right. I know him though. He won't ever put us in that position again."

"Almost a shame. I never had a fight where everything, my whole life, was on the line before." I could admire Tempest's courage. She seemed wholly unperturbed by it, while I was shaken to the core.

"I'd rather not do it again." It was a sentiment my own heart echoed, though, I knew better than to believe there would never be another moment where it was do, or die.

"I might wait a while." I wondered how long that was going to be. All I could do was try to prepare them, and myself, as best as I could. That was my duty to them.

"And what about her?" There was a question I could have avoided thinking about for a while. Claire knew I was awake. She was asking me as much as Tempest, though she didn't give up my eavesdropping.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think she'll choose him, too?" I doubted any of us could have honestly answered that, then. Least of all the eevee we took with us. All we could do was just keep going as we were. She'd only be hurt more later if we gave her a false image of ourselves.

"Like I know? It's up to her, and him. She didn't run away, and maybe she'll be happier here. But we did just turn her whole world upside down. Give her some time." I should have felt surprised, maybe. But I got the sense that she'd had her own frame of reference to work with, when Claire brought her home to me.

"You do have a soft side!"

I couldn't hide the grin, but they weren't looking at me. “More than one, if you could believe it." I didn't mean to project my quip to Claire, but there was no helping it. She laughed, but Tempest misinterpreted it as being teasingly directed at her.

"Stuff it. Actually... I wouldn't mind that, and from the looks of it..." It was with no small amusement that I realized how alike our thinking was sometimes.

No point in laying there, and a little hard to, with Tempest peeling back the blanket to expose my morning erection to the world. "Morning, girls." I said, opening my eyes to the pre-dawn light filtering through the light green canvas of the tent wall.

Claire watched, rubbing herself slowly as Tempest bathed my rod with her tongue, daring to dance lower, and lower, that broad, moist tongue cradling my sack as she made me tense and writhe to her affections.

The eevee sat in the corner of the tent, her eyes locked to Tempest, tension evident in her posture. She couldn't look away, and yet everything about it made her uncomfortable.

I pretended to not notice, instead running my hands through Tempest's fur, coaxing and encouraging her with soft moans of pleasure as she found all the right spots.

Claire was getting wound up, I could feel her own needy emotions, a slowly rising wave of want, as she dipped a digit into herself. A very clear sentiment of dissatisfied difference between what she had, and what she wanted me to give her.

Tempest let out a pleading whine, as she turned around, looking squarely at the eevee as she hiked up her backside, neck to the ground, waiting for me to take her. She wanted to put on a show, and I was glad to do it. Claire had the best seat in the house, and leaned in, watching closely as I penetrated her friend.

Tempest had gotten used to the treatment, it was a daily and sometimes more occurrence that she'd take me inside her, flush against the deepest parts of her canid pussy, She impressed upon me quite clearly that she wanted it rough, wanted it to hurt at least a little... and in the exchange, she was more than happy to let me take her whenever I damn well pleased, and often found herself with some part of me dipped inside her during idle hours.

She made a big show of pushing back against me, her tail wagging hard as I took her, pounded her in front of the eevee. Every sound she made a mixture of intense pleasure, longing, and a hint of pain that she vocally, -very- vocally begged for.

"Harder! Give me that dick! Breed me, and show me where I belong!"

Claire moaned, but I picked up on amusement, as much as lust as she pleasured herself. My brush of contact against her mind opened the door and she gave me a glimpse of everything she saw. Figurative and literal.

It was obscene, and beautiful. That pussy was tiny compared to the cock inside it. She was stretched around me, to her limit, and every time it hit her back wall, she was pushed forward. She struggled for grip and tried to push back, but really, she was half pinned and off balance. All she could do was take the fuck she'd been begging for.

She meant it, wanted me to put my seed in her. For how it felt, and when I wasn't looking, how it tasted. She'd come to love the idea of tonguing my seed out, and Claire let slip accidentally that the two of them often did it to each other. My response was simple, if a bit obvious. That was a sight I wanted to see.

She seemed to love putting on a show, too. Her eyes never left the eevee's. I got a sense that half her pleasure was being shoved inside her from behind. The other half was trying to turn that eevee into a desperate, needy mess.

It was working. Claire's brush against the eevee delivered a jolt of white-hot warmth to my cock, and it only grew as I left Tempest breathless, fucking her with almost savage intensity.

She trembled and writhed and tried to take more of it as I came inside her, flooded her with my seed. I leaned in, curled around her as my arms guided her whole body down a little harder on my cock, my whispered words just for her.

"Someday, we'll find out if I can breed you... either way, we're going to keep trying. Because you're a good girl, and you know you want it that way."

I thought she was tight before, but she clamped down on me as she came. I held her still, all but impaled on my cock as her senses returned. Finally, she twisted to lick at my chest and arm, a whimpering, begging whine catching in her throat as I redoubled my efforts, cock and fingers teasing her eager holes. It was wordless, but utterly clear, her begging for it, for exactly that. The idea of having me really try. Really try to have her bear children for me. Of everything we'd ever done, every idea we'd ever shared, that one got to her in a way nothing else had before.

When I was done with her, she wobbled, half crawled next to the eevee, and more or less fell over, with a satisfied sigh as she let my seed trail out of her pussy near the bewildered girl.

Claire laughed, and came to me, kissing me deeply, before lapping at my fingertips, putting on a show of cleaning each one in turn, and making my once spent shaft rise anew. It, in turn receiving her teasing tongue, her eyes locked to the eevee, who seemed utterly transfixed on it all.

Her mental brush painted a picture of a conflicted girl. Scared and yearning. Desperately needy, and guilty. Imagining all the things I would do to her with awe, fear, revulsion and fervent, burning desire.

So she put on a different show, her voice in my mind coaxing me to gentle lovemaking, the promise of our deepest perversions later, when the girl wasn't our captive audience.

She made a display of pushing me back, riding me, her hands guiding me to touch her in all the right ways. Building slowly, wave by wave, pleasures that connected her feelings, our feelings, to Tempest, and to the eevee, our climax changing fear into guilty hunger as the eevee stared at our union.

As she held me, and I her in the afterglow, Tempest made her way back over, curling up at my side and sharing a long, lewd wet kiss with Claire. I wrapped an arm around her, and we stayed like that a while, before I had no choice but to get up.

I ruffled the fur on eevee's head, and dressed quickly. She made no attempt to shy away, and even followed me out, without being told to.

We were off the beaten path again, the lowlands brought us to a pretty little lake that had fed us the night before. I took my time, making breakfast and had a mostly one sided conversation with the eevee.

“Claire, Tempest and I… we're really close. I trust them, and they trust me." I said, as I built up a little stack of twigs and dry tinder to start a fire.

“I'd never do anything they weren't ok with. That goes double for you." I promised, as she watched me.

“So you don't have to worry. I won't ever ask you to do what they do." I reassured her, as I managed to spark an ember with the tools I kept.

Carefully, slowly, I breathed life into the little flame as she observed with deep interest.

“I want you to be happy. If you don't want to fight, you don't have to. If you don't want me to pet you, I won't. The girls will be good to you, too. They know how much this means to me. Okay?" It was the least I could do, honestly. I should have felt guilty at the morning's demonstration, but I knew it was better that she knew. A secret like that would be a bad thing to find out the wrong way.

Her response was a shy, slow wag of her tail as I skewered berries to roast.

“And if you change your mind, I'll support you as best as I can. We're family now."

Her tail sped up at that, or perhaps at the sweet, tart scent of hot, caramelized berries. I was reminded of meeting Claire for the first time, and began to feed the eevee by hand. She hesitated at first, but after a few, whatever she was worried about hadn't come to pass, and she relaxed.

She seemed to forget where she was, as I fed her the last berry, and lapped at my fingertips for errant berry juice. A moment passed before she realized what she was doing. Her posture changed immediately, shrinking back, ears lowered with an anxious whine as she looked up at me.

“Tasty, right?" I asked, chuckling softly as I set up a fresh skewer. “Still hungry?" I asked, trying to deflect the tension as she stared. Her posture slowly relaxed, until, with a timid step forward, she curled up a few feet away. A no on the hunger, but at least she hadn't run off.

We spent a relatively quiet day, winding our way through the rolling hills and countryside. Claire and Tempest kept up an idle conversation about food, with the occasional brush of minds to let me know she was listening. It was a welcome comfort, to have her close at hand. I'd come to rely on her to understand what was on everyone's mind, and realized with some sense of guilty pleasure how fortunate I really was to have her. The feeling I got in return from that was one of pride and quiet amusement.

The eevee got tired, a few miles in, so I scooped her up, carrying her in my arm. She protested only a moment, before she looked up at me, shy, happy wagging of her tail at the treatment.

We set up camp early, even by my standards. It was a few hours until sunset, and I enjoyed the idle luxury of that moment. Claire had chased off a few bird pokemon, and Tempest dealt with a few beedrill that caught me by surprise. But otherwise, it had been a very uneventful afternoon.

The eevee didn't fight, just let me carry her. Watched. Almost as if studying me.

That night, Claire and Tempest kept each other company. The conversation brushed against lewd, but drifted aimlessly until they dozed off. I fed the fire, and watched the stars as they slept in the tent behind me.

The eevee kept watching, and, after whatever sign she sought was not forthcoming, circled the flickering flames to curl up against me. Her breathing slowly deepening to slumber as I pet her. It wasn't long before I joined the girls in their sleep.

It would be her pattern for weeks.