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You lie awake during the dead of night your head resting the tan furred chest of Luca. You hear his heartbeat thumping in a soothing rhythmic beat and his breathing making his chest rise up and down in a ocean like motion. It has a sort of calming effect on you, which is good, because you are nearing your limit.

You are terrified, just like you were when you first arrived here. Finding yourself naked and alone in an unfamiliar forest seems bad enough. But realizing that you are no longer in your hometown and in some twisted world is like hitting rock bottom.

You no longer had a say. You were forced to stay at an orphanage, sent to a school where you were sexually harassed constantly, then you hit your breaking point by being forcefully mated by Luca.

You hated him for that… You hated him so much that you tried to kill him… You couldn't… You were too scared to kill someone who was truly infatuated with you…

Luca isn't some Pokémorph that wanted to use you like a toy to be fucked and played with. He wanted to spend every ounce of his love for you, to let you know just how special and important you are to him.

And he succeeded…

You know he loves you more than anything and while you won't admit it to Luca, you are starting to return his feelings a little bit.

But now, you are back to feeling terrified. Terrified of your new found emotions. After the locker room event, watching just how enslaved the humans were to their own lust made you scared of returning his feelings and becoming like them.

It scarred you. You seen the porn, you heard of the actions, but to see it with your own eyes… You can never look at any human normally again. It was a grim reminder that it isn't about you anymore, it's about humanity’s masters.

You clench your eyes shut and feel tears trickling down your cheeks. You hate this place so much…

“Come here Reeder…” You hear above you, feeling his arms wrap around you and hug you close. A paw digit wipes your tears away as his red eyes looks down at you. “You had a bad dream?” He asks, a paw petting your hair to keep you calm.

You stay quiet, not even sure how you could explain this to him. You just lay on his chest and let your tears continue their fall.

Luca gives you a sad smile and hugs you closer. “I'll be here for you Reeder. I love you.” He says, giving you gentle kiss on your forehead.

You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat, letting his words sink in as you drift asleep.

---

“Have a good night Harold.” An Umbreon waves to the older Lucario.

“You too.” He waves back as he exits the orphanage. Harold checks the papers in his paws, straightening them inside the folder as he walks back home.

It isn't normal for Harold to be out so late, especially being retired. But he has to retrieve something for his son, in hopes to help his mate Reeder.

He steps inside his home, closing the door to the cold winds outside. He locks the deadbolt and climbs up the stairs. His bones ache a little from the walk, his physique not as strong as it used to be.

Being quiet to not wake up his sons, he tiptoes to his office and shut the door quietly. “Okay…” He mutters to himself, “Who raised you Reeder.” He says as he opens the folder on his desk, files and pictures of you spread about inside. Though… it seems awfully lacking in contents.

Name: Reeder

Species: Human

Date of Birth: Unknown

Place of Birth: Unknown

Parents conceived from: Unknown (Blood tests comes up negative for any Pokémorph specie.)

What the…

Recovery Report:

Officer in Charge: Ken Blazek

He was recovered in the Moonsun Forest on the northwestern front. The poor boy was completely naked and exposed to the elements. He has several deep cuts and scratches along his arms, legs, and back, likely from a cliff fall. Despite his injuries, the kid put up a hell of a fight. Throwing rocks and makeshift spears, he could've killed someone if he landed a hit with his spears. Whoever left him in the forest is a real cruel son of bitch.

The older Lucario stops for a moment and glances at the closed door, slowly understanding your unusual coldness.

We finally caught the kid after 2 weeks of tracking him down. He knew how to mask his scent, so it made it incredibly hard to find again when we lose him. We took him back to our truck kicking and screaming, the sedatives took a while to kick in but when it did, he finally stopped struggling. In the shape he's in, we had to take him to the hospital for serious medical analysis and recovery for his injuries.

End of Report

Reeder… What happened to you…

Audio Recording of Questioning:

Present in the Room: Detective Wilde and Reeder.

*Recording starts*

W: Alright kid, I'm gonna ask you a few questions and you can go. Sounds good.

*3 minutes of silence*

*Wilde sighs*

W: Reeder… I want to help you. We all do. But we can't do anything if you don't tell us who did this to you.

*6 minutes of silence*

W: Kid. Please talk to me.

*Sounds of bones popping and a handcuff clacking on the table.

W: Oh Arceus. He broke his hand.

*Audio cuts out as sounds of struggle abrupts.

Medical Report:

Reeder suffered several cuts and bruises, but nothing too severe. He undergone blood tests and vaccinations and will be assigned to a therapist to help with his distrust towards Pokémorphs.

Being gone only a day, he's back with a broken hand from his attempted escape. Security has been increased.

2 Weeks had passed and he's gotten a little better mentally and his hand recovered nicely. He still attempts escapes and has been apprehended multiple times. Bed straps may be required.

End of Report

Harold closes the folder, unable to continue reading. He rubs his temples and sighs deeply. He figured you had issues when he first saw you, but not something like this. He covers the folder in papers to hide it and leaves his office. He shuts quietly behind him and he passes by Luca's bedroom.

He pauses, taking a step back to face the door. Careful to not make a noise, he opens the door a crack and sneaks a peek inside. Luca is sleeping soundly on his bed with you laying on him, your head resting on his chest just an inch away from his spike. His paw gently pets your back in slow gentle strokes, keeping you close and comfortable.

He smiles at the sight, you look so peaceful despite what you been through. He closes the door and goes back to his bedroom, eventually finishing the folder of your past.

---

“Come on Reeder, you gotta wake up.” You barely hear, your senses muddled and confused.

“5 more minutes…” You mumbled, waving the voice away with a flick of your hand.

“Reeder, come on babe. You need to get up.” He whines, the voice becoming more clearer. You finally realize Luca is talking you.

You grab the blanket and pull it over your head. “I don't wanna go.”

He sighs in a slightly annoyed way. “Reeder… You need to go with me.”

“No I don't. I stopped needing to go to school when you fucked me.” You remind him.

You certainly stopped his train of thought, he fumbles for words and tries to retort back. “W-Well… I um… You still need to learn some stuff like history and… um… stuff…” He knows you're smart for a human and definitely smarter than a lot of Pokémorphs at the school.

“Suuure.” You say in a sarcastic tone.

He grabs the blanket and tugs it off of you, leaving you naked on the bed without warmth. “H-Hey!”

His face still blushes at the sight of your naked body, his eyes occasionally glancing at your privates before shying away. “Come on Reeder. Let's get you dressed.”

You groan, rubbing your eyes as you sit up.

Luca watches you with admiration, like some valuable painting in a Museum.

You stand up and ignore that nagging feeling in the back of your mind. “Here you go Reeder.” You hear Luca say, his paw holding out a set of folded clothes.

“Thanks. I guess…” You mutter, putting on each piece individually till he has nothing in his paws. His face has a little smile, either enjoying your gratitude or being helpful to you, you're not sure.

You slip on your shoes just before the Lucario scoops you up in his arms. You swear he is just overly affectionate when it comes to you.

Seems like his parents are asleep as he walks through the quiet house to the front door. A simple twist of a knob and a shoulder push then you're outside in the cold morning. He nuzzles your head lovingly as he walks down the sidewalk. “So Reeder, You are gonna have a fun day today.”

Oh boy…

“As much as I want to, I can't take you to my games, so you get to hang out with the other Fighter's mates at the mall and get your prom suit.

Oh god…

“Could we just get it ourselves. I really don't want to be with… them…” You try to weasel out.

“Come on Reeder, what cutie like you doesn't like shopping?” He teases, stroking your hair all the while.

“This guy…” You mumble, folding your arms and adopting an upset face.

Luca sighs and stops in his tracks. “It's just one day Reeder. You need to go out and do stuff too, you know.”

“I rather do it by myself. I don't like them.”

“You don't like anyone Reeder.” He continues his walking pace, the school approaching as the Fighter's bus sits parked by the front along with a family van. The van has those humans from yesterday inside, chatting and laughing about something you couldn't care less about.

“Maybe I could go to your classes, take your notes while you are away.” You plea, wiggling in his grip in a vain attempt to slip out.

“It's gonna be fun Reeder, I swear.” He comforts, opening the door to the humans loudly voicing their jealousy of Luca's love for you.

“I'm allergic to fun.” You mutter as he buckles you to the seat.

He chuckles at your retort as he kisses your cheek. “It's just for a few hours.” He places a credit card in your jacket pocket. “Take care of yourself and have fun Reeder. I love you.”

“I really hate you right now.” You say, firmly folding your arms.

He sighs and caresses your cheek before closing the door.

You watch him step up to the bus, looking back at you one more time before disappearing from your sight.

You groan amongst the chattering, you would rather be with him than these social butterflies.

“So Reeder, how was he last night with the big ol D?” You hear Alex say, giving you that dumb smile.

“Oh fuck off.” You say, turning your attention back to the window.

“Reeeeeder~ Don't be like that.” He pouts, his hands being awfully touchy and grabbing onto any part of your body.

You ignore him, pulling your hood over your head and resting against the window. It's a bit uncomfortable to be honest, but it's better than listening to those boys. You close your eyes and try to sleep this away. Maybe you could sleep in the car the whole time…

---

You feel someone shaking you lightly as you arouse from your sleep. “Come on Reeder, we're here! Get up!” You hear Alex’s rather feminine voice.

“Fuck you…” You groan. You hear the door next to you click and barely register it being opened. You sit up and watch the door open out, the other boys stepping out as their voices seems to grow louder.

You wonder if this is why Luca loves you.

“Come on Reeder! Don't be a stranger!” Alex says, your seat belt being unbuckled.

“Jesus Christ.” You groan as you are physically being dragged out of the car to the incredibly large building.

The last time you were dragged like this, you were scared in the woods. Now you are just irritated. “Couldn't you just leave me in the car?” You complain, your arm locked inside Alex’s own arm.

“Nope, because we gotta get your dress for prom” He chirps.

Goddammit Luca…

You hear the door fans blow loudly as the buildings AC keep the inside at a cozy temperature. It's nice and cozy, and you definitely like to explore this place, but you want to be alone and less annoyed next time. “God dammit.” You mutter under your breath, looking at the approaching store Boy's Storehouse.

This looks familiar…

“Can you stand up, you're heavy.” Alex cries out, still dragging you to the store.

You wiggle out of his grasp and get to your feet. Finally having some freedom of move. A soft hand wraps around your and pulls you into the store.

So much for freedom.

You see several suits and dresses on display, various boyish mannequins brandishing their latest fashion designs. Some are masculine and handsome while others are very feminine and graceful. A crossdresser’s haven.

“Welcome to Boy's Storehouse.” You hear from the counters. From behind the counters, a Female Mienshao in a nice black tux. “How can I help you two adorable gentlemen.

Alex blushes while you groan internally. “We're here to get Reeder a dress.”

“Suit.” You correct him, with a bit of venom in your voice.

“What? Are you crazy, you would look so much better in dress?!?”

You feel your eyebrow twitch, “I swear, I will smack a bitch.”

“Ooookay…” The Feline separates you two before you commit. “Why don't you wait while I measure your friend?” She tells Alex.

He looks upset at her suggestion. “But how can Reeder look beautiful without my advice?” He pouts.

“He'll be fine. Now shoo, go on.” She waves him away while pushing you into a private room.

You let out a breath of frustration you been holding in, one more word and he will be crying.

“Now that he's gone, what do you want to wear?” She says, gathering a clipboard and measuring tape.

You think of something simple and blurt it out. “Black suit and blue tie.”

She smiles at your choice and writes it down. “Blue huh? To match with your Lucario mate. That's pretty cute.”

You feel flustered, she hit a spot you didn't think you were sensitive about.. “S-shut up.”

“Aw… Don't feel bad.” She teases you. “Now I need you to undress for me.”

“Alright then…” You pull your jacket and shirt over your head and set it aside.

She looks at you expectantly.

“What?”

“I mean all of your clothes. I need exact measures.”

You feel your cheeks flare up. “I don't have any underwear on. Can we just do this without measuring?”

She taps her pen on the clipboard and shakes her head. “Nope, your mate wanted your suit to be perfect. So you gotta strip.”

Fucking Luca

You swallow the lump the in your throat. You kick off your shoes and unbutton your pants. With incredible hesitation, you drop your pants. You feel the cold air on your lower half and you try to cover up.

Her jaw dropped at your maleness. “W-Woah…”

“Shut up…”

“There's no way…”

“Shut up…”

“He must of ride that at some point…”

“Shut up!”

1 hour later…

You are handed a receipt from the Mienshao as you cover every part of your body from her prying eye.

“We'll have your suit ready by tomorrow, have a good day.” She waves you off. “Hook me up with your mate.” She whispers before sending you off.

You stuff the paper in your pockets, you feel violated despite the lack of touching or any sort of harassment. Might be her comments… Yeah…

“Reeder!” You hear before you are swarmed by multiple hugs.

Why?

“Come on Reeder! The new designer sets are out.” Alex exclaims, dragging you to the already human packed clothing store.

No!

Right before you hit the crowd, you duck out of your group and slink away from them. You watch from a safe distance as they merge into the group.

You sigh in relief. You walk to the center bench, already occupied by multiple bored Pokémorphs.

Looks like they were also dragged here…

You sit in an unoccupied spot and lean back, maybe you can get some shut eye.

3 hours later…

“Come on Reeder.” You hear, someone tapping your shoulder. You groan and look at the disturbance. An old and worn out Samurott, looking equally as tired as you. “I wanna sleep too but we gotta leave…”

You sigh as you stand up, looking behind the old guy to see multiple shopping bags of clothes.

“What the fuck?” You mutter.

“Come on, let's get going. He says, grabbing some of the bags as the other humans come out of the store with bags of their own.

“Thanks granddad for coming with us!” You hear Morgan say. The Samurott smiles at him as he continues leading us to the van.

As soon as the door clicks open, you hop inside as the boy figure how to put all their stupid shit inside. Can hear the struggles as the bags get put in and the arguments of whose is more important to be on top.

Several minutes pass before they finally get it and themselves in the van. Though now your seat is uncomfortable as you are covered in bags that can't fit in the back.

“I hate you guys… I really do…” You say, trying to ignore the perfume in the bag. It's a really potent smell as the bag reeks of it.

“Always the joker Reeder!” Alex laughs at your comment, clearly missing your true intention.

The ride home consisted of listening to gossip or clothing banter, both topics equally annoying as the other. They try to include you in the topics, but each attempt was met with silence on your end.

You hope you made it clear you want no part with them.

You see a familiar street as the van pulls up to the school, the Fighter's back from the trip and awaiting for the boys return.

The van slows to a stop and engine dies. The doors open and the sounds of bags and greeting laughter rings out. They all run to their mates and hug them, telling them how it went and how they miss them. Then there's you, walking to Luca and resting your head against his chest. “Let's go home…” You groan.

He chuckles, patting your back and hugging you. “You had fun? Where's your stuff?”

You groan in his shirt. “I didn't get anything. it was all stupid…” You say in a muffled tone.

He only grins at your comment. “Come on Reeder. I'm sure you could use a cuddle.” He says as he picks you up in his usual bridal style and carries you home.