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“Garth? You awake?” Trent whispered quietly.

The Chesnaught peeked an eye open, darting towards his trainer in his sleeping bag. “Yeah, Trent...is something wrong?”

“Um…” Silence followed, Garth waiting patiently for a response. Eventually, Trent shook his head. “No, I guess not...I just thought I heard something. Don’t worry about it.”

“If you say so. I’ll keep an ear open...might be lots of sounds around that mean nothing, though.”

“Yeah, I know.” That didn’t make it easier; Trent realized he was being a bit jumpy, but he couldn’t help it, his nerves were on edge. He was a fairly new trainer, though he’d known Garth for years, he had been his older brother’s Pokémon but always seemed to get along better with Trent, and when he’d become a trainer he’d been gifted with the Chesnaught. They’d been traveling together for a while now, but this was the first time they were really all out on their own; they’d been traveling with various other trainers up until then, or staying in the cities when they were alone.

It was both unnerving and exciting to actually be out with just Garth, just the two of them making their way off the beaten path. The main route to their next destination had been turned into a disaster zone by a chaotic Pokémon melee, so they had to take a detour off the developed trail; it was a chance to really see nature for what it was, and Trent was looking forward to it. However, he had to admit, being out in the middle of nowhere without anyone else to talk to was frightening; he was starting to get paranoid, thinking that something would come out of the darkness to attack them. Garth was strong, it wasn’t a lack of confidence in him, but the Chesnaught had to sleep too.

He laid back down, trying to get himself to relax and get to sleep. There were a lot of unknown noises all around, and like Garth said, most of them would be totally meaningless. Paranoia wasn’t going to be helpful, it was just going to rob him of sleep. He had to trust that Garth would have things under control, and that there weren’t any demons out to ambush him at his most vulnerable. People did this all the time without getting any problems whatsoever...why should he be any different?

Garth watched his trainer intently, trying to gauge whether he was getting any closer to slumber. Being a Pokémon, he was naturally more inclined to vigilance even while asleep, and he was certain any real threat would be caught by him before it would create any danger. But it was tough to convince Trent of that - the human would have a hard time imagining that, since they didn’t have quite the same capacity to shrug it off. So he was trying to remain awake until Trent fell asleep, so that he wouldn’t have an added thing to stress over. It meant less sleep for him, which was hardly a fun idea when he’d likely be battling plenty tomorrow, but he’d still be in better shape than Trent would be.

It was rough, watching over a novice trainer, but he wasn’t bothered by it. Eventually he wouldn’t be on his own doing it, but Trent wasn’t quite confident enough to work with more than one yet, still fussing over so many things that he would later realize weren’t that important. He’d never had that experience with his brother, since he’d had several other Pokémon before Garth, so he was learning some of his own adjustments as well, like how to be properly protective without being overbearing. His nature was more towards the latter, but he felt he was slowly getting better.

Eventually, he heard the soft sounds of sleep emanating from the human; looking over, he could see that Trent seemed to have finally slipped off. Now he could, as well...his eyes closed and he rapidly sank into sleep, hoping that it would be a nice quiet night for both of them.

---

From the shadows of the bushes, Arece watched with an evil grin as the two targets drifted off into slumber. Oh, yes, tonight was going to be a night for fun, indeed.

The Grumpig’s dark color blended in well with the night, keeping him from being spotted even despite his close proximity to the trainer and Chesnaught. He’d made a bit more noise than he intended to and it almost got him caught, but fortunately a very quick, very light bit of psychic suggestion had quelled their uncertainty. Lucky they hadn’t noticed, even though he’d been very gentle with it...he didn’t want to put them on guard for when he really got going, otherwise they might catch him before he could make the Chesnaught have his way with the human.

Of course, he wasn’t planning to hurt them; he enjoyed playing with people’s minds, but he wasn’t a monster. However, he did have a bit of a weakness: nothing turned him on more than flipping the script on a trainer, having the Pokémon become domineering and powerful. Especially with large Pokémon, watching big powerful beasts putting humans in their proper place was arousing beyond imagination.

After all, that’s how it should be...Pokémon are powerful, they deserve to be at the top of the food chain, not subservient to these wimpy humans.

It drove Arece crazy that Pokémon willingly put themselves under human trainers; to him, it was just all wrong. He wasn’t the only one, either; he numbered among quite a few Pokémon, especially Psychics but recently many others as well, who felt the same way and wanted to do something about it. Their numbers had grown enough that they had formed their own coalition, the Dragoon Cabal, dedicated to creating their own paradise where humans served Pokémon rather than the other way around. It seemed too much to hope that they could change the entire world, even if some did have such grand ambitions...most were content with establishing their own domain where they could rule freely, and humans would have to recognize it.

Arece didn’t really even go that grand; he just liked taking random trainers and switching up the order, especially the weak-looking ones. And nothing accomplished that goal quite like subverting the typical roles, putting the Pokémon in charge and the humans under them...starting with sex, it was easy to make the rest of it follow. So if any trainers entered his domain, he liked to make sure they got a much different experience from what they were used to. A nice dose of mind control, and suddenly the Pokémon were the masters, and the humans were the bitches. Of course, he was a nice guy - he made sure the humans enjoyed it, too, after they got started. Not right away...he wanted to make sure they felt fear first, because that made the transition to happiness much more effective, as well as being more likely to fool them into thinking that was what they wanted in the first place.

He never applied it more than once - that was too risky, they usually woke up knowing something had been toying with their minds. When that happened, usually it meant that the effects wouldn’t last - a shame, but at least he’d given them a taste of it. Though there’d been a few cases where they’d decided they liked it and there was a definite sign that they would continue...and then there were the best cases, where they didn’t really realize they’d been toyed with, and when he read their minds he could tell that the human had been made the bitch permanently. Best when there were lots of Pokémon available against just one human...one-on-one was a bit less impressive, but he’d take what he could get.

Quietly he stepped out, focusing his mind on the Chesnaught. A Fighting-type, they were the most fun - so susceptible to control, and the best for imposing physical dominance on those weak humans. Even the strongest human he’d seen was nothing compared to one of them, and this one wasn’t a hundredth of that. He’d know what it felt like to be truly mastered by a Pokémon soon enough.

For now, his concentration was purely on the Chesnaught. He still had to be careful - they were weak to psychic control, but also sensitive to it, so he couldn’t start out light or else he’d alert him and wake him up. And Arece wasn’t exactly skilled at direct confrontation; if he had been, he wouldn’t have had to resort to such shenanigans. So he mustered up all his concentration before directing his psychic assault on his foe, making sure he had every bit of power he could gather put into it. He wasn’t going to get cocky and slip up on this one, not a chance.

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Garth awoke with a start. He’d been in the midst of a pleasant dream when it had suddenly turned rather overtly sexual, and with Trent as the target; that had never happened before, and that had broken him out of it. But the feelings didn’t leave with the dream...in fact, they’d gotten stronger. His lust was bubbling far hotter than it had been in recent memory, not helped by the dry spell since going on with Trent, who wasn’t fully versed in those sorts of needs...Garth had planned to tell him once he was more at ease with the whole trainer thing, and figured he could last until then. It hadn’t been a problem until just now…

It took only a moment to realize he was in the grips of a psychic assault. It wasn’t difficult to sense, he’d learned it pretty well from pranks played by one of his former companions, but that didn’t make it any easier to fight, his nature made him just so vulnerable...he tried to act against it, but his body wasn’t obeying him fully. He could feel the lust ramp up, his cock coming out of his slit, rapidly growing bigger and harder...the spiked organ was already leaking, desperate for use, and there was a particular target in mind, or rather being put there.

Yes...take the human, claim him, show him who’s in control, show him who’s stronger…

Garth clenched his teeth, trying to fight the intrusion, or make some noise, or do anything to prevent what was being intended from actually happening. It wasn’t working...involuntarily he was rising to his feet stepping over to Trent, the sleeping human’s body heedless of the unexpected threat. His hand grabbed at the sleeping bag, tearing it away, revealing the nude body of his trainer underneath...it looked enticing in his current addled state, adding to his lust.

You’re right there...take him, use him, dominate him! Show him where humans deserve to belong!

Garth’s hand reached out to grab Trent...and then paused. Shaking in the air, as if trying to progress and trying to pull back at the same time. Garth’s jaw hardened further as he pushed back against the control harder, desperation mixing with determination to fight the control more fiercely. His mind may have been vulnerable, but he’d fought it before...he hadn’t succumbed to every prank played on him through that means, it had been a while since he’d been tested but the tricks were coming back to him. No...I won’t do it.

Do it, damn you! It would be so easy, you deserve it!

I won’t do it!

DO IT! NOW!

“I WON’T!” Suddenly his voice came back to him, tearing out loudly from his body in a rage, and the control snapped. He was freed, and immediately he rounded on the culprit, a Grumpig standing not far from them who looked completely shocked at the turn of events. With a primal yell he charged, trying to lay a devastating blow on the Grumpig who just barely dodged. Before it could recover, Garth launched a Seed Bomb at him, the attack connecting with a harsh crack and sending him sprawling. The Chesnaught launched into an attempted body slam, getting within inches before the Grumpig let loose a psychic force that threw him back onto the ground. By the time he was on his feet again, the attacker was gone, scampering away in the darkness...anger made Garth want to pursue, but duty made him want to stay back and ensure Trent was safe. He had no way of knowing if he’d be coming back to try to attack Trent directly...with a grunt he shook his head, the fury wearing off, leaving only the untouched lust working his mind. That was going to be a pain to deal with, too...it likely wasn’t going to leave until he took care of it, most likely a few times. Stupid Psychic weakness...

---

Trent’s sleep had been relatively peaceful for a while; despite the issues getting to sleep, he’d stayed there pretty well, dreams unhindered by stress or anxiety. He could have stayed in that peaceful state for a good while, if it wasn’t for events in the waking world that brought him out.

At first he wasn’t sure what was going on. He could see something kneeling over him, something big and dark...it almost looked like it was reaching over to try to grab him...there was a moment of silence, uncertainty, before the creature gave a loud yell that his still sleep-fogged mind didn’t quite register. It was only after the creature pulled away from him and starting going after something nearby that he realized it was Garth.

Slowly his awareness returned to him, and he was able to see more clearly. Garth was fighting something, it was hard to see in the darkness and he didn’t know all the different Pokémon anyway, but whatever it was it had made him really angry. He could also tell that Garth seemed to have an extra limb exposed...he felt himself redden a bit as he realized what it was, he and Garth had always tried to be discreet about exposure like that at his request, so seeing it out in the open like that was new to him. The two Pokémon tussled for a bit, but the other one escaped...they were alone again at least.

Garth was panting hard, seemingly calming down, his big body standing tall in the darkness...the moonlight gave enough glow to show his whole body fairly well, including his impressive shaft, looking rather wicked in size and shape. Trent found himself unable to look away from his Pokémon’s fully exposed body. It wasn’t just curiosity...no, even as inexperienced as he was, he knew his excitement when he felt it. It was startling, he’d never thought of Garth in this way before, never even considered it...but now that it was there, it wasn’t going away. He felt an odd draw to him, a desire for something that he’d never really wanted before. His mind called back to how he’d been woken up, with the Pokémon looming over him, rock hard, threatening, looking about ready to take him at his own whim...he felt himself shiver, and it wasn’t in fear. Something about that was exciting…he swallowed hard, trying to push the thought away, but it wasn’t going easy.

“G-garth? Are you...okay?”

The Chesnaught jerked his head over to him; Trent hoped he couldn’t see his erection, even though Garth was sporting one as well...at least that was his thought, but he wasn’t making any move to cover it again with his sleeping bag. “Y-yeah...sorry about that...a Grumpig, he tried to attack us. He was…” Garth stopped, hesitating, but eventually went forth with it. “He was trying to make me rape you. Never had that happen before…”

“Wow…” That explained Garth’s odd reaction...now Trent needed to figure out why the thought of being raped by Garth wasn’t terrifying him. If anything, he was turned on more. That simply wasn’t right, he knew it wasn’t, yet… “He’s gone, right? We don’t have to worry about him anymore?”

Garth shook his head. “I hope not. I didn’t get him, but I think I put the fear of Arceus in him. If we’re lucky, he won’t mess with me again.” He looked down at himself, face screwing up a bit at the sight of his cock. “Though I’ve still got to deal with this here...ain’t easy dealing with psychic lust.”

“R-really...are you gonna be...all right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine...just gonna get cramps in my hand is all. Sorry about this, I know it’s weird...not what I expected coming out here.”

“Me either...you’re just gonna, um...jerk it out? That...doesn’t sound very satisfying.”

Garth shrugged. “It’s not, but it I’m not gonna be waking up some poor Pokémon trying to find a lay, especially not leaving you alone. Just gotta deal with it, I guess.”

“Well...um…” Trent hesitated, but the feelings were too much to refuse. The image of Garth leering over him wasn’t going away, he knew what he wanted from it. “If...if you want, I can...I can help you. I...I want to.”

Garth couldn’t have looked more shocked if he’d been hit with a Volt Tackle. “What? Y-you...but I couldn’t...not after what just happened!” Even in his own head he sounded like he protested too much...he had fought off the psychic control but the images planted in his head hadn’t vanished, and they were still sounding like a good time to that part of him.

“I’m fine with it...I mean, um, I’m really...actually finding you kinda hot...and I guess I owe you something for putting up with me and all…”

“No, no, you don’t owe me anything, I’m not bothered at all...you shouldn’t think like that…”

“But I do...I mean, you’re always protecting me, teaching me, battling for me...and I just kinda stand there and be awkward. You’re even better at deciding how to battle than I am, I don’t really do all that much...I know I’m new at this but I still want to do more. And...right now you need help with something, I should help you.”

Garth didn’t want to be convinced by it, but he was struggling to find his counterargument. “Are...are you sure?”

“Yeah...I’m sure.” Trent didn’t sound quite as sure as his words suggested, but it was tough not to be intimidated by the big Pokémon...which was kind of why he wanted it anyway. He pulled himself out of his sleeping bag and rolled himself onto the grass, down on all fours, his naked body exposed for the Chesnaught to see clearly. This was finally enough to get Garth to act...slowly he stepped towards Trent, looming over him a bit...not intending to be imposing but coming off that way, giving Garth tingles within himself. Finally he knelt down behind Trent, his glistening cock lowering towards his rear end, arms planting around Trent. He could feel that muscular chest above him...so strong, so suffused with muscle, the sheer power was driving him crazy.

Garth prodded gently at Trent’s hole, still hardly daring to believe this was going to happen. Just as he was about to push in, planning to go in slowly and gently, he heard the human’s voice beneath him. “W-wait…”

Instantly he stopped. “You don’t want-”

“N-not that…” Garth felt ashamed at himself for being relieved. But the next thing out of Trent put that out of his head. “Wh-when...when you take me...I...I want you to...to go in hard...not gently...d-don’t go easy on me...I don’t care if it’s big or if it hurts…”

He couldn’t believe what he heard. “Y-you...really want that? But...that’s so close to...what the Grumpig tried to make me do…”

Trent swallowed hard; he knew if he said anything, he wouldn’t be able to take it back, but he couldn’t let it go...he didn’t want the first time to be anything short. “I...I know...I...I want it to feel like you’re raping me...not like r-regular sex, but like you’re forcing me, showing me how strong you are and how weak I am…”

It was insane, Garth couldn’t believe that was actually what Trent wanted. Surely he couldn’t be serious...but no, Trent seemed slightly more at ease after he said it, like he’d been wanting to get it off his chest...he couldn’t have been joking about it. Even worse, he was actually considering it...he knew he shouldn’t, but those images that the Grumpig had put in his head hadn’t gone away, and hearing Trent saying he wanted it like that was only fueling their potency. It wasn’t like he didn’t like it rough, he was a Fighting-type, rough was normal for them, but he’d never intended to go this rough…but Trent wanted it, and he...he wanted to do it. I’ll stop, the moment he sounds like he can’t handle it…

Suddenly Trent felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder, and shove his upper body down to the ground, raising his ass up a bit higher. The grip was incredible, almost painful but stopping just short, more than enough to display his unmatched power. His other hand yanked the human’s leg up, spreading him wider apart for his cock...Trent felt it press against his rear, it felt even bigger than it looked. Garth gave him no warning, no time to prepare; in an instant, the huge, spiked shaft drove in, buried to the hilt in a single brutal thrust. His breath was torn from him, fingers clutching down in the dirt as he took the blow, much more powerful than he ever could have anticipated...but it felt good, there was pain but he found it made the pleasure that much more powerful, driving it well past anything he’d ever gotten out of his own experimenting.

Garth didn’t stop at that thrust, he forcefully yanked himself out and drove back in, pounding him hard and fast without any time to adjust. He couldn’t deny that it felt fantastic, going all out in a sexual frenzy, even if it was his trainer on the receiving end...or maybe that made it even better, maybe there was a bit of a thrill in perverting the normal order of things, made all the better by Trent wanting it. Maybe he wasn’t as in control of himself as he wanted to think, it was becoming less and less clear that he could stop himself if he really wanted to...but maybe it was hard to think that because Trent was loving it as much as he was, his breathless cries and moans not betraying any discomfort at all. If he wanted it, why should he worry about stopping? He was definitely less and less concerned, getting into his role as the rapist just as much as Trent was the victim.

It sure felt like the real thing to Trent...he was completely under Garth’s control, at the total mercy of his power and his lust. His body was forced to stretch around that massive length, forced to take the powerful impacts of his thrusts, forced to endure the harsh rubbing of those spikes on his insides...Trent loved every second of it, what he was feeling was nothing short of the wildest, most sensational rush he’d ever known. The ache couldn’t compare, couldn’t do anything except help fuel the rush, he would have almost been begging for it if he had had the breath...he was glad he didn’t, it might’ve fouled up the illusion, made Garth second-guess himself, and he wanted nothing except the Chesnaught’s utmost confidence in fucking him senseless.

And it wasn’t just physical; the powerful fucking was satisfying in a fantastic way for his mind too. All those feelings of inadequacy, those doubts and uncertainties he had about being a trainer, he’d felt for a long time like he didn’t deserve to be in charge. Being drilled so forcefully by Garth, it felt like he was taking control, putting himself where he should be, where he was more apt...it was only right, he was the more experienced one, he knew his way around the world and didn’t have any doubts about himself or his ability. It was a bizarre satisfaction to be used like this, reduced to a tool for pleasure for his Pokémon...he wasn’t good at anything else but he could be good at that, and it made him feel good to be exploited for what little he was worth.

And as it was clear that Trent was enjoying it, Garth was getting fully into it as well. His body moved mercilessly, slamming into Trent with such force that it seemed to threaten to break the boy, cock plunging in and stretching him out without a second thought for his care. It felt so damn good to cut loose, take what he wanted how he wanted it...it was a side of himself he’d not really known, and would’ve been more frightened of if Trent’s cries of pleasure weren’t smoothly erasing any unease. After all, he’d asked for it, practically begged to be used like a bitch...Garth could easily have sated him gently like a lover, but he hadn’t wanted it that way. It gave him a delicious feeling of power, doing it this way...one he was starting to realize wouldn’t be satisfied just being fed once.

His heartbeat accelerated as he felt his orgasm approaching, the spikes on his cock becoming firmer, harsher as he swelled a bit more. Trent cried out as he felt it, the punishing thrusts becoming even more so with the added girth and texture; a couple of the spikes raked his prostate on every thrust, giving him added bolts of pleasure every time Garth moved. It was too much, all of it coming together overdid it for him, his voice quavered and broke as his orgasm was forced out of him, his comparatively small cock shooting bolts of cum in forceful squirts out of him, some of it getting onto his chest and even his face while the rest painted the grass below them. It wasn’t much of a contest, but it was easily the best orgasm he’d felt, beating out everything he’d ever done playing with himself by a long shot, not only in the magnitude but the longevity, it felt like it was lasting an incredibly long time rather than the few seconds his hand ever bought him.

Well before it was over, Garth let out a yowl, and Trent felt the Chesnaught pound inside him one more time, before letting out a flood of thick, sticky cum deep inside him. He gasped as the warm, viscous fluid spurted inside him, coating his depths with his essence, marking him as Garth’s. It was heavy, made him feel filled more and more as the seemingly endless rush packed inside him, pushing in more and more until he could hardly stand it...but he didn’t want Garth to pull out one bit, he wanted to be forced to take it all regardless of how it felt, especially if Garth wanted it that way. It felt incredible, like the Pokémon was taking ownership of him, and he was eager to be taken that way...serving him felt better than anything else, and he found himself wanting to be under the Pokémon’s whims more and more with each pulse inside him. If it meant more of this, how could he ever refuse?

It was a good minute of unloading inside Trent before Garth finally pulled out, letting his cock drip the rest of his offering into his new bitch’s body. He could feel the switch in the two of them, despite no words having been shared; he felt freed, almost like he’d been released from a cage he didn’t even know was there, powerful and in charge, and looking down at Trent, he could just sense that the human had given himself to him, and not just on a momentary basis either. They’d still play their “proper” roles as decorum required, but there was no question who was really in charge now. “This...is just the start of it, bitch,” he said quietly, rubbing Trent’s head; it wasn’t threatening, just serious, like a sincere promise. “I’m gonna want attention a lot more frequently from now on...and if anyone else wants to join in, I’m going to let them whether you agree or not. And I think we’ll be going well off the beaten path a whole lot more from now on...fewer trainers, more wild Pokémon, more dangerous Pokémon...and they’re gonna smell me on you and know you’re fair game. You don’t stand a chance of fighting them off…”

Trent shivered a bit at the ideas Garth was planting in his head. He could almost envision what the Chesnaught was telling him, a wild and frightening prospect...and it excited him something awful. If he’d known it would be this much fun, he would’ve gone into the untamed wild a lot sooner. Things were going to be a whole lot better now...he’d be a lot safer and more secure with Garth in charge, he knew that the Chesnaught would never let him truly be hurt, no matter how many Pokémon got a chance at his ass. He’d sleep a lot more soundly...if he wasn’t being nailed, that was.

His silence was enough for Garth to take as acceptance. He flipped the human over and jerked his legs apart, then slammed his still-hard cock deep inside him once again, feeling his sticky cum making him cling a bit to the snug walls. It would be a bit before the lust from the Grumpig’s attack wore off and would let him finally have relief...but somehow, he wasn’t too bothered by that anymore.

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Watching again from the shadows, Arece breathed a quiet sigh of relief. That had been too close for comfort...he’d never had a Pokémon break out of his brute-force control before, though there had been a couple of close calls in the past…there had been times where he’d gotten cocky and they’d broken out before he asserted control, this was just another way he’d have to be cautious in the future.

In the end, though, he’d remembered one of the most important things about psychic manipulation: sometimes, less was more. Where brute-force had failed, a subtler touch had prevailed - he’d applied just enough of his will to them that they had done what he’d intended anyway, with the added bonus that they were convinced it was their idea rather than his. Normally this wasn’t his preferred style, it generally meant less of the overt dominance he enjoyed so much...but this time had been very different, he’d tapped into things even he hadn’t anticipated. Even the human likely hadn’t known he had a rape fetish, and the Chesnaught had been surprisingly willing to indulge him once he’d brought it up. What he’d only intended as a consolation prize had turned into a result better than he could have dreamed of...exactly how it should be, with the Pokémon calling the shots and the human serving.

He chuckled quietly to himself as he continued to observe the forceful screwing, rubbing his own erect cock to the scene. This was definitely giving him some excess energy to work off, as well as fuel for his fantasies. He would keep watching these two for a bit...maybe he could take control again, and this time the Chesnaught probably wouldn’t be so quick to throw him off. That would purely be body control, though...there was no need to play with their heads any further. It was so much better when the turn happened mostly on its own.