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Cities in the pokemon world are often peaceful places. There are plenty of resources to go around most of the time, but even then, there were those at the bottom of the ladder and those that could be taken advantage of. Teams banded together for various reasons and sometimes those reasons involved unending ambition or just a little desire to make some trouble. A type of ambition or trouble that would threaten to swallow those around them and oftentimes big cities were the perfect place for them to hide. There was only so much that investigative squads could do and sometimes, these teams operated in perfectly legal ways. This led to many problems in the cities where these teams were situated. Sometimes, it meant there was a building or two that would be under attack by a team with a specific goal in mind or something that they wanted to steal but other times the effects were a bit quieter and understated. Pokemon and individuals who were essentially trained to work as criminals and nothing else often had nowhere to go or be when they were cut off from their teams. Many people didn't want to hire them or work with the trainers, and the pokemon were often too aggressive to work with new trainers. That was where social workers came in.

You couldn't beat sense into these dredges, and couldn't force them to better themselves, so a more clever approach was needed on a case-by-case basis. However, the department of lost causes wasn't exactly a department with a lot of funding. Sometimes it could be viewed as a hopeless endeavor. After all, why even bother with someone who had ruined their own life, with a pokemon that was more likely to bite someone's arm off than to bond with another trainer? That being the case, the individuals who worked for the department understood their own situation and had the heart to work despite that lack of funding.

The department's main office building was located near the crack end of the city inside of the former base of a disbanded team. Partially, it was symbolic, but also the location itself was good for picking up stray cases. The building itself was an old brick one with the air conditioning chugging along and struggling to deal with the heat. Inside, there was a main floor that was used by the department and most other floors weren't really necessary considering there weren't too many. Good thing about that is most got their own office spaces.

At the moment, beneath the creaking of an old ceiling fan stood an agent in an old coat looking down at a desk while his boss typed something on a computer. Erel had his fingers on a new case file and he wasn't exactly thrilled about it. He opened it while his boss began with a yawn, “All right, so all the details are in there but just to make sure you don't want me to pass this buck onto someone else, I'll give you a briefing."

He nodded while opening the folder, while flipping through a few pages, and muttering, “The only time you give me work personally is when you think it's too much trouble for anyone else. So spill, what's the problem?"

His boss chuckled, “You could really do better than a junk position like this with a clever head like that." When all Erel did was look up and raise a brow, the old man cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat, “Right, so the file is thick but not a book. The case you'll be working on is a scrafty fresh out of a small team that disbanded in a pretty nasty way. Talking violence, theft, the usual stuff but extreme enough that they were too obvious, too easy a target for local authorities. So, the scrafty in question went in knocking a few teeth and attempts to talk to the fella or treat him with a little bit of sweetness result in bites or a few colorful signs being tossed our way. Obviously, authorities can't handle this and so they sent his case to us."

Erel scratched the side of his head while humming, “Got it. Tough customer, grew up tough, and got in with the wrong crowd. I could probably get him with a trainer easily enough but it seems like he doesn't want to get with a new trainer or really anyone. Someone tried talking to him yet?"

“Ah, you know how it is. From what I caught, the ones that went in to talk to him basically squeezed him for information or had less than savory things to say. So, no. No one talked to the scrafty. Goes by the name Pick by the way." His boss said while tapping something on the keyboard.

A small smile tugged at the side of his mouth and he chuckled, “Pickpocket named Pick?"

Despite the boss being a good-humored individual, he cleared his throat and shook his head without so much as a snicker, “No, unfortunately. That would have been cute but uh, his claws are certainly sharp."

Realization dawned on him and he opened his mouth slowly while passing a hand through his dark hair, “Got it. Violent little thing. Well, might as well go fetch him to let him know the situation."

“Sure you don't want a different case?" His boss asked while peering over the computer screen at him.

Erel peered down at the case file with amethyst eyes, a quiet gleam hanging in the air from his stare before he picked up the file and shrugged, “I'll let you know if this one is too much trouble and I'm always careful. I've got my own protection and I don't really think this one is going to snap if I show up without the intention of bludgeoning him with a book."

As he turned around, his boss spoke up, “Make sure you stay out of trouble. I know your heart is in the right place but your main role should be to correct behavior."

He stopped at the door to the office and gave the wooden frame a pat while shaking his head, “Can't correct behavior without understanding it first, boss. Anyway, don't worry about it."

Before anything else could be said, he stepped out the door with the folder under his arm. It would be a coin flip whether or not he would actually be able to establish a connection with this pokemon, and well, it could go terribly wrong. He could make an attempt and ruin any chance of getting that pokemon out of a dangerous situation and mindset, or he could break any chance of establishing trust. All it took was one wrong word, one suspicious little thing, so of course he was feeling nervous as he made his way out of the building. Despite the circles under his eyes and the indifferent expression he wore, Erel wanted to help. He wouldn't be working where he was if he didn't but that didn't mean he felt some sort of trepidation.

A pokemon called Pick and not because of petty thievery but because of razor-sharp claws. Judging someone too early in this business was liable to put you in a situation where communication could break down right from the first word but that didn't mean he didn't think about what was said. Erel could defend himself, and well, he had experience with getting loose from pokemon even if he didn't have his own. He didn't want there to be a fight. Even if sometimes that was the only way some pokemon understood anything and even some people were just the same. A contest of might makes right wouldn't help in the end, not with a situation like this.

With a sigh, he pushed the concerns he had to the back of his head and made his way to the corrections facility nearby. The corrections facility where they mostly held pokemon and people waiting for their cases to be solved was a short walk away. It was in a better-kept building but not by much. There were cameras posted on the light posts near the steps heading up to the door and a few officers standing around outside doing nothing with their time but looking busy. He put a hand up and was greeted by one of the guards who recognized him. Another case, another time passing through the doors to meet a pokemon behind bars.

The pokemon here weren't being held indefinitely, no one was. They were all just waiting for someone to pick them up to bring them to court, or to take them out on probation. As a social worker for troubled pokemon specifically, he was a sort of day-to-day guide for the pokemon that took in. He made sure that they didn't get up to anything terrible and tried to work with them as best as he could to make sure that they could actually bond with another trainer. Some social workers ended up taking the pokemon they worked on in themselves but thus far, he hadn't had a case of that happening for himself. Most of the pokemon he worked with he sent off to other trainers, or found good enough places for them around the town. It wasn't like every case was a success but he had a good enough rate that he felt confident.

He was checked for anything dangerous before being admitted into a small interrogation room. He took a seat and waited for the pokemon to show up while putting the case file way in the pockets of his coat. When the door opened, he leaned back in his seat and watched as a pokemon was pushed into the room. A yellow and orange-scaled scrafty whose hue was a bit darker than normal, eyes a deep blue. He wore a long hoodie and that was about it. He didn't look pleased to be here and actually spat in the direction of the officer who had pushed him before the door was shut, leaving them alone.

“Take a seat." He said quietly while motioning toward the chair across the table.

Pick looked toward him and began to sign several rude words among a few others at him.

He put his hand up to interrupt while closing his eyes, “I'm not here to interrogate you. I'm here to pick you up. I don't know what anyone has told you but let me fill you in." When he opened his eyes, the scrafty had taken a seat and crossed his arms. Better than violence or outright belligerence and so he continued, “You're being let go into the care of a social worker, that being myself, and you'll be undergoing a rehabilitation process and probationary period. Meaning, I'll be annoying you for a while to make sure you learn your lessons. That's the official rule book but the only thing I really care about is that you show up with all your blood inside of your body. Safe and sound. So, yeah, we'll be learning a bit together about functioning without clawing someone's eyes out, and we'll be learning all about the rules that make our fair city run nice and safe, but I'm not here to lecture you or tell you how much you squandered your life."

The pokemon raised a brow before bringing up a hand to start a rude gesture that turned into a few signs that said, “So you're my new babysitter?"

“That's a good way of looking at it. You'll even be living with me for a while but I'm not putting you in a ball. No sense in doing that since we aren't partnered and forcing that type of thing isn't healthy for anyone involved." And before Pick could react, he leaned in and added quietly, “You don't have much choice. It's either this or go back in the cell waiting for a bigger cell. Former criminals don't get second chances around here too often and my department isn't exactly given a lot of faith but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try. So, here's the thing. Come with me and behave enough to get a chance at freedom. Once you're loose, do whatever the hell you want. Maybe you find that what I show you is a bit better, and maybe you'll try to kill me in my sleep. Whatever happens, I can promise you a second chance is better than none."

Pick rubbed his chin for a bit before moving his fingers, “Huh, laying it out straight? You're a weird suit, old man. Guess if I have to live with you for a bit just to get out of here, I wouldn't mind. Tell me you'll be feeding me something better than the shit we got here."

He thought about what he might want to eat after being fed slop and he tilted his head while sniffing, “Pizza work?"

Pick's stomach growled loud enough to give him an answer, and all he did was lean back while smiling a bit. Smooth first encounter. Now to see how things would progress. It was obvious that this pokemon didn't trust him and was just looking for a way out but that's what he needed to start things off. It didn't matter if the scrafty wanted to raise hell so long as Erel could keep the guy talking on occasion, thinking about what was happening, and maybe eventually even changing. However, from what he had been told and what had been said of the scrafty, he had expected a much more difficult first meeting. He had to wonder how much of what was on the file was exaggerated, and how many beatings were provoked.

It didn't take an expert to see that the pokemon was nervous. Sure, Pick had a stone-cold stare with a bit of a characteristic scrafty tiredness to it but if you looked closely you could see it. The fingers twitched at the ends of the long sleeves, the gaze occasionally checking behind him. He didn't ask Pick about his past, didn't ask him about his goals for the future, just took him right out of the corrections facility and started walking down the street. Maybe he should have asked some questions just to make himself seem a bit less suspicious, actually, now that he thought about it, it might've been more suspicious to just be good to the poor guy right out the gate. He could almost read the pokemon's thoughts. What the hell is this fucker gonna do to me? Am I being watched? Am I being recorded right now?

Well, he had his ways of breaking through barriers and suspicion and the first thing to do was a meal. They stopped by a pizza place that mostly ran on selling pizzas and sometimes questionable calzones. The calzones were questionable because they were gushing fountains of grease. Maybe you'd get a lip burn or two but they had somehow mastered the art of greasy food. The pizza was much less greasy but still delicious. It wasn't a very pretty place, wasn't even clean for the most part. The floors were a bit dusty and the counters up front were old wood that could have used a bit of polish, or a replacement. That all being the case, the scents coming from the kitchen were enough to pull anyone inside and blind the eyes. You could almost see a beautiful bistro instead of an inner-city slop shop.

He ordered an entire pie, large, and sat by while opening his hand out to the scrafty to indicate that he should pick first and freely. It honestly didn't take that much encouragement before the pokemon took a slice and started to bite down. One slice became two, and then three. He was glad he picked the large and he had to wonder when was the last time the guy had eaten, and more importantly, had they even fed him at the facility? They were supposed to but sometimes they were a spiteful bunch.

Erel watched while tending to a drink, lost in his own thoughts when he heard a tapping on the table. Raising a brow, he looked toward Pick and saw that the pokemon was motioning toward the pizza. After a few attempts, Pick set down his own slice to sign out, “I feel awkward eating by myself here. At least grab one so I don't look like a total slob. Besides, you gotta be hungry too doing whatever it is you do."

With a small smile, he took a slice and bit down before shrugging through a mouthful of cheese, “Eh, working cases and paperwork you learn how to take lunches a bit later than usual. Thanks for reminding me though, I was liable to just think on it while you ate the entire thing."

The scrafty looked down at the food for a moment before signing slowly, “What do I owe you?"

“Nothing. I offered food and here it is." He said after swallowing, “I'm not here to extort you. I already told you what I'm here for. If you don't trust the system, then at least believe me when I say that I want to help."

Pick picked up his slice and stuffed it into his mouth, holding it there while signing out one last thing, “Okay, but like, do you really mean that you don't care if I do something bad? I mean, I could rob this place blind or something and you'd get in trouble."

He closed his eyes and nodded, “Sure would and I'd probably chew your ear out a bit for doing something so obvious. I'll correct your behavior but I'm not going to stop you. I'm not your mom, not your dad but I am your babysitter so I'm supposed to make you mostly stay out of trouble. To me, though, I just don't want to see pokemon or people getting hurt. Life. That's the important shit."

Erel opened his eyes in time to see the scrafty signing out the words, “You're some kind of dumbass."

Instead of getting upset, he simply shrugged and kept on eating. That was that, for their first conversation out of the facility. Not too bad, all things considered. Could have gone worse, and no real progress could continue unless there was a place to start. Once their meal was finished, he paid and led his charge out of the store to start heading home. At the same time, he had to think about what activities they were going to be doing. While he was more lax about certain things than other correctional officers and social workers, he still needed to keep up some sort of schedule to report in for his job and he needed to keep a close eye on what Pick did.

Speaking of which, he looked toward the side to see that the Scrafty was catching up. He could have been relieved that the pokemon hadn't run away if not for the fact that he held a wallet in his hand. Quietly, he took it and muttered, “And where did you get this?"

“Figured I'd pay you back for the pizza. Thank me later. Think there's plenty in there and some more. Identification too if you need it." The scrafty said with chin tilted up and a grin on his face.

As nice as it was, he also recognized that this was the sort of thing he was supposed to discourage, and so he shook his head and sighed, “All right. So, how about you return this to where you got it and I'll stand right here, or, we can go together and I'll make an excuse."

The grin turned to a frown, and a few fingers began to move to signal what he might have thought were rude words but it actually seemed like the scrafty was struggling to come up with the right ones. Eventually, he just settled on crossing his arms and huffing.

“Listen." He started, “I get it, you're trying to repay me for the food. This is your idea of a good thing and the thought counts, really does but this is the sort of thing that could get both of us in trouble. So, let's just say we found this on the sidewalk."

There was a moment where he thought the scrafty might make a fuss about it but instead, he sighed and threw his hands up before turning away to start walking. The owner of the wallet was an old man wearing a suit who was more than a little grateful when they showed up. Gullible but maybe it was better that way for both of them. The trouble came, however, when the old man tried to touch Pick.

“Ah, such a good pokemon. I bet this one here sniffed out my wallet. Keen eyes on these." Said the old man as his hand made contact with Pick's head.

He could see the scrafty shaking, Erel made his move as carefully as possible. His hand clasped the old man's to give it a shake as he stepped between the pokemon and the old fellow. As he shook he spoke quietly, “Glad you can see that my pokemon's got a keen eye here but Pick doesn't really appreciate the touch from strangers. If we're ever around again we'll be sure to say hello, but just make sure to keep a better eye on your belongings, sir."

With that, he turned with an arm hovering between the scrafty and the old man, his eyes fixing the pokemon with a hard stare. Pick was showing a few of his fangs, but eventually clucked his tongue to turn and start walking. When they were far enough away, he muttered, “We'll talk about it when you're ready but I don't think I have to remind you not to maul people."

“Fuck that guy." Came the immediate few signs, “Who the heck does he think he is just touching me out of nowhere? Ugh, I hate that kind of shit."

He nodded while slowly moving his arm away from the pokemon while humming, “Yeah all right, I get that but there really isn't a need to just fly off the handle. You can push his hand away instead of throwing out the teeth and claws."

Pick spat while his fingers formed the words, “Whatever. I just think that if he wants to touch me he should pay or at least get me dinner first."

Erel choked and placed a hand on his chest to steady himself, “All right, I hope that was a joke but I figure you know selling your body isn't exactly encouraged behavior, right?"

A small smile touched the scrafty's expression as he looked toward the man and signed, “Seriously? That's what gets you to stutter? I talk a bit about skin and you get tripped up? Thought a guy like you would have been more hardcore but I'm starting to think you might be softer than a piece of taffy."

He frowned and sighed, “Well, I just didn't expect it. I mean, how could I expect anyone to talk about something like that out of the blue? It's a sensitive topic that most people keep to the bedroom."

“Yeah, but I'm a pokemon and well, most of the humans I knew weren't exactly shy about it. I mean, you should have seen this one guy who would whip his—"

Erel turned away so as to not see the rest of that sentence while he snorted, “Okay, enough about the good old times. Let's just keep walking."

Whatever Pick had to say or show him, Erel didn't pay attention. He walked ahead while ignoring the pokemon making a sound like a hissing cackle. A bit of humor at his expense wasn't the worst thing but at the same time, he felt mortified. Just a little mention of sex, just a tiny suggestion of something debauched and he found himself cracking like a nut. Warmth on his cheeks, his head feeling a bit dizzy. He wasn't that much of a prude but his upbringing certainly had something to do with it, and maybe the fact that his experience was a bit lacking in that department. Well, not lacking as if he had never done anything in his life, but sparse. Married to his work is what some might joke around about but either way, he needed to put it out of his mind. A passing mention of sex work wasn't supposed to make him lose his cool.

It took a bit for his composure to get back to him, a bit more than he'd like thanks to a certain snickering pokemon but he eventually found the temperature of his body back to normal and his thoughts less chaotic. There were still a few too many thoughts in his head that were turning certain images. What did the pokemon even look like under that hoodie for instance, but he was calm enough to be able to talk again and calm enough to note that they were at his apartment building.

As he opened the door to the front lobby, he breathed out, “All right, I'll fetch your things later but for now it'll be good to get you settled in. Seeing as I'm bigger than you, if you wanted as hower you could borrow something in the meantime to wear like that hoodie, or just keep that on if you're good with that."

Pick stepped ahead of him into the cool air-conditioned lobby while turning a few times to look at it all before looking toward him with a small smile. Hands came up then to start talking, “Nah, think I'd rather just go naked. Lots of pokemon do that, right?"

It was true, lots of pokemon did go in the nude and so he simply kept on walking while nodding, “Got me there on that I guess, you're free to do mostly what you want so long as you clean after yourself. We'll talk more about rules and things of that nature more when we get inside, for now, we'll head up the stairs."

That wiped the smile from Pick's face, “Seriously? There's an elevator. I can see it."

He chuckled and headed around to the right where the door to the stairway awaited. As he opened the door, he grunted, “It'll be good exercise. You'll be my walking buddy. A healthy mind and spirit starts with the body, so we'll be doing a bit of this type of thing now and then. Oh, and hope you don't mind me dragging you along to the gym."

Pick narrowed his eyes and sniffed while signing, “There are funner ways to tire me out but if you wanna see me sweaty and panting, sure. Whatever floats your boat, old man."

Erel frowned more at that last comment, his fingers idling touching a silver hair hanging in front of his eye as he muttered, “Old man, huh? Nowhere near old enough to get called that. Now c'mon, third floor."

The pokemon shrugged before heading through the door to start the trek up the steps. He followed right after and kept quiet for a bit. The offer of the gym and exercise seemed to annoy him more than anything else, but he really did need to keep Pick busy. At the same time, he did recognize that he couldn't just push and drag the guy around everywhere. There had to be some sort of connection, some sort of back and forth that would allow that connection in the first place. In the end, he'd also have to discuss what Pick wanted to do with his life after all this. A new partner, a position working for some organization, or maybe even the rural life. Something, anything better than endangering himself.

As he kept on walking up the steps, he aired his thoughts aloud, “So, you didn't seem too crazy on the gym idea. Don't think that'll be negotiable seeing as I need to watch you and I figure it'd be a good way to keep you busy but do you have anything that you'd like to do? Anything at all on your mind? The worst I can say is no if it's something crazy but I'd like to know about what keeps you entertained or busy while we try to sort this out."

At the door to the second floor, Pick stopped to turn with a slap of his tail on the ground, fingers moving quickly as he huffed, “Sort this out? What's there to sort out even? This is just some stupid exercise to try and get me to be good or whatever. In the end, you're just gonna drop me off on some trainer who barely gives a shit. Who the hell would care about something like this? Oh yeah, I heard those cops talking, I heard them muttering about how few chances I get out here and it wasn't as if I didn't know that. My last trainer was keen on saying it, keen on telling me how fucked up I'd be if the team ever went under and it did go under. So my choices are the streets, find another team, or fuck off I guess."

A snap was expected. Sudden anger and possible violence but this felt sad. It didn't feel frightening, he just felt something else shaking from the pokemon and so he answered softly while taking the last few steps to the second floor, “Yes. I'm here to put you with a new trainer, or make sure you get your choice of where to go. It is going to be difficult, a lot of people are going to look at you funny knowing your history but I'm not going to leave you hanging dry. Did I yell at you for taking that wallet? Did I throw you to the curb after that?"

The pokemon's chest rose and fell, eyes darting away for a moment before the words came next, “No, you didn't and I guess, if I think of something I'll ask. Just know that I'll push you. I'll get you to do something stupid with me."

He brought his hand down to the pokemon's shoulder but stopped a few inches away while smiling, “You'll probably get your chance to make me do something dumb. So long as it isn't dangerous I won't balk too much."

The pokemon looked at his hand for a few seconds before clapping onto it to press it to his shoulder. He then turned around and pointed toward the stairs. So, with his hand on Pick's shoulder, he started heading up the third flight of stairs. This was progress. Even if they had a few bumpy nights, he was sure he could get this situation more than under control, or maybe it would spiral horribly but there was no sense in thinking like that. The fact that the pokemon was letting him touch was a good sign and maybe if he could just show him that there was such a thing as positive connections then maybe there would be a better chance at success. That being the case, he still wasn't sure what the pokemon's deal was. At some points, he seemed calm, at others mischievous, and others entirely in flux. However, could he really blame the guy? After all that he had been through, there was no way that he wouldn't be a bit strange about it all. All Erel could do was have a bit of patience.

When they got to the door to the third floor, they slipped through and started heading toward his apartment. The room was on the far side of the hallway and he couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Pick grumble as they passed the elevator doors. He took out his keys when they got to his apartment, unlocking the door before heading on in. The halls of the apartment been mundane enough. Carpeted floors that were kept clean. White walls that were also just clean enough to pass inspections. His apartment wasn't much different except for the addition of a kitchen separated by a bartop, and a couch in the living room complete with a television. He tossed his keys and wallet on the bartop and opened his mouth to start saying something when he turned his head to notice that Pick was signing something.

“So, I can get comfortable around here?"

He took that question with a small smile and nodded, “Of course. This'll be your home for a bit."

What he had not expected, was for the pokemon to strip right there with the door open. The hoodie came off and was held in one arm, the pokemon sighing with a small hiss as he stretched. Nude pokemon weren't an odd thing, but there was something a bit different about seeing one strip. Scrafty were usually covered by something, pants made out of their pre-evolution molt but the pokemon he saw right now wasn't wearing anything at all. Balls and cock on display, every little curve could be detailed on those scarlet and orange scaled thighs. There was a litheness to his form, a litheness that made him wonder if the pokemon would want another meal but those thighs and hips were plump. When he found himself staring too much, he cleared his throat and walked past the pokemon to shut the door.

Pick was chuckling, actually chuckling at his reaction. No doubt he had done that on purpose to get a rise out of him but instead of allowing it to get to him too much, he headed into the living room and spoke as steadily as he could manage, “Well, I can get you a tour of the home. Got a guest room set up as well. Got your own bathroom in the guest room too so when you want to shower that's all yours. Feel free to raid the kitchen too, unless you'd like me to make you something."

The pokemon wandered into the living room as well, looking all around before tossing his hoodie onto the couch. He then took a seat on one of the stools by the bar and signed out, “You can cook?"

“A bit. Have to learn if you're living on your own for a long time. It's either that or get take–out every day and suffer for it. Anything you'd like?" He hummed while stepping into the kitchen.

“Sandwhich." Came the first sign with a chuckle, “Nice and toasty."

He shrugged and got to work, “Coming right up."

The pokemon's chuckling stopped there and instead, he leaned on the counter with his arms folded atop it, head tilted while he watched Erel work. He didn't get many opportunities to cook for other people so even just getting to prepare a sandwich seemed like a nice change of pace. Some proper bread that would have probably gone stale in a few more days, cuts of spice deli meat, and a few greens all put together with a bit of honey mustard. He put it on a pan and toasted both sides as carefully as he could before he flipped it onto a plate and placed it on the bartop for the pokemon.

Pick looked stunned for a second and for that moment, he thought that he might get a heartfelt thanks, instead Pick whistled while his fingers moved, “Didn't think getting naked would get me quality service. Hey, if I go down on you, could I get something fancier."

His cheeks burned and he turned away while he heard that hissing cackle again. Erel sucked in a breath as he yanked the fridge open, reaching in to grab a can of something fizzy before turning back around to set it on the bartop and respond, “Shut up and eat."

Another cackle came from the pokemon but not another word uttered with those fingers. He was pretty full from the food before so he didn't see the need to grab himself anything. A glass of water was all he took from the kitchen before settling down at the far side of the bar top. He downed the cool liquid while closing his eyes, and drank every single drop in one go mostly because he figured it would cool off the heat he was feeling. Nude pokemon weren't strange. A pokemon asking if he'd like a blowjob was. Most pokemon he worked with weren't inclined to make such advances, and the people certainly weren't either. There were plenty of successes that didn't even regard him as anything but a co-worker of sorts, or an annoying boss, and really, he preferred it that way. There was no sense in seeing this job as anything but professional.

At the same time, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander a bit when he opened them a bit. The scrafty was still enjoying the sandwich while seated, and while seated he was still as nude as ever. Even when he forced himself to look at his empty glass, his eyes still twitched to the side on occasion to trace little edges of the pokemon's shape while he committed them to memory whether he wanted to or not. Even now as he closed his eyes he could see the plumpness of those thighs, that slender body waiting to be grabbed.

Interrupting his heated thoughts was a sudden tap at his side, a sudden press that caused him to open one eye and look down to see the scrafty peering up at him with a tilted head, “Hm? Something the matter?"

Pick smirked and made a few signs, “Looking a bit red there. Something sit wrong with you, or maybe you're just hot? Maybe you should think about taking off your clothes too."

He stared at the small pokemon, read the tease in his expression, and Erel brought his hand up and then down onto the pokemon's face causing Pick to sputter while he grumbled, “I think that I'll turn the AC down. Those balls of yours will be freezing by the time I'm done and you'll be less of a nudist too. For now, how about you take a cold shower?"

The scrafty slapped his hand out of the way and huffed while making the signs, “Don't touch me like I'm some sort of house pet. Do that again and I'll bite your hand."

They shared a look for a few moments before he brought his hand up. Pick growled for a few seconds before stopping as he placed his hand atop the pokemon's head while getting up to start moving, “C'mon, I'll show you where the bathroom is."

Whatever the scrafty had to say in response to that, he didn't listen and kept on walking. It was better this way. Better with a bit of back and forth instead of him sitting there with his cheeks warm and his mind thinking about things he shouldn't be thinking about. Being a good host also took his mind off of the warmth, and so he started on the tour with the grumbling pokemon in tow. The guestroom was a simple place with a single bed and some shelf space just in case there was anything guests wanted to put up. There was also a door on the far side of the room which led to a personal bathroom. It didn't take much convincing for the pokemon to step into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Soon he caught the sound of spraying water, of whining pipes, and similar noises. Hopefully, a shower would wash away some of that mischief. At the same time, he recognized that he had his own mischief he needed to put down. Right now, he found himself wondering if he could open that door and see the pokemon's nude form dripping with water. He wondered how it might seem to have it wreathed in steam while his fingers hid behind it all. A moment in the showers, a moment behind closed doors where no one could see them. Would his professionalism really get in the way of something so sweet? Was it sweet? He barely knew the pokemon and he barely knew if the pokemon wanted to actually improve. It seemed like he had been standing there forever, and soon enough, the pokemon was stepping back out into the room with a towel over his hair. He had the chance to walk away right there while the pokemon was drying himself but instead, he stared at that nude body dripping with water.

Pick paused and looked up, for a moment, cheeks flushing and eyes growing wide before he let the towel slip to the floor, fingers moving, “Gonna stare or are you gonna man up?"

“No, sorry. Just uh, making sure that you had a towel." He coughed.

He did pause, however, to note that the scrafty's cock was starting to bounce up. Was it the attention? It took a bit too long for him to stop looking, a bit too long before he decided to turn around and leave before things got more awkward. Erel breathed out and headed back to the living room to sit down on the couch and turn on the television. Something to get his mind off of the pokemon's body, and something to get his mind off of messy relationships. Managing these thoughts wasn't an easy thing, and as silly as it seemed, it was part of the reason why he didn't have a partner of his own. Erel didn't have a pokemon, didn't really live with anyone else and it was mostly because he didn't think he had the time for it. All of his energy was spent on his job and the slower days were usually the case when he had to work with someone directly like this. Most of the time, he was neck-deep in paperwork or following a trail to someone who might need help. He didn't have time to think about grabbing slender bodies and doing awful things to lovely rears.

He flipped the channel a few times until he got to something noisy enough to drown out his thoughts. Erel then leaned his head back on the spine of the couch and closed his eyes while turning the gears toward other things. Well, he tried doing that until he realized that everything was already underway. He needed to wait before making another move, before testing this pokemon on anything or even testing the waters of their connection. With a grunt, he opened his eyes and sat up straight as he heard the door behind him opening.

The scrafty moved to the back of the couch, leaning over it while clucking his tongue to grab Erel's attention. He looked to see what the pokemon wanted and read the signs, “Let's go out tonight on a walk. I wanna do some art."

“Art? Seems like a weird time to do some art supply shopping but, all right I guess." He said with a shrug.

“Yeah, I mean, this will be good for me or whatever. I'm not gonna be doing art for a team or art for anything or than what I want to." Signed the scrafty while looking away, “I thought about it while taking a shower and I mean, there's not much that I like to do that I can do without it being a problem. I like to get into fights but who would wanna brawl with a pokemon like me? Food's pretty good but you can't eat all day and all the time, and uh well, I don't know man. You asked a tough question and I figured since you fed me twice I should actually respond."

Erel sniffed, “All right, two ideas on that then. Tomorrow we sign up for that gym and I introduce you to someone who makes it his business to work with troubled folk in the ring. Both pokemon and people. You just gotta prove you won't be a menace for a bit and we'll get you battling. As for food, how about I teach you how to cook? I mean, if you don't know how."

The scrafty raised a brow before answering, “Teaching me how to cook? What, trying to make me wife material already?" When his cheeks started to turn red, the pokemon cackled and began to twitch his fingers to cut off whatever Erel had to say, “Relax man, I think it sounds fine but like, don't get your hopes too much. I'm sure I'll just burn shit."

“Everyone starts somewhere. And if you burn something, I'll still eat at least some of it just to tell you what's wrong." Erel said with a chuckle.

For some reason, he swore he saw the pokemon's cheeks changing color but as he leaned in to look, Pick flicked his fingers, “Whatever weirdo. Get food poisoning for all I give a shit when you show me how to cook. How about you move aside and let me pick what we're watching."

“Oh? We're watching something together now? Sure, why not? Guess we already discussed a good path going forward. Not like we got anything else to do and the only business left is before I sleep I need to write down the day's events." He said with a sigh before sinking into the couch to look toward the screen.

Pick hopped over the spine of the couch and landed with a grunt. He had to frown a bit at that but the remote was snatched from his hand before he could say anything. Sighing, he shook his head and looked forward to seeing what was going to be selected. As it turned out, a thriller. He wasn't much of a horror fan and winced at the scenes on screen but remained relatively calm. The scrafty, on the other hand, seemed perfectly relaxed on the couch almost as if he were about to fall asleep to the movie. When they looked at one another for a second, he realized that Pick was smirking. Bastard. This was just another way of trying to get under his skin. What was up with that anyway? He could understand a prank or two but Pick had been teasing him the entire time in a variety of ways. All of them were harmless so he was willing to let bygones be bygones. He supposed the best course of action was just to show that nothing would phase him, and so he crossed a leg over one knee, crossed his arms, and gave a stoney stare toward the terrifying imagery on screen.

By the end of it, his stance had tightened hard enough that his fingers were digging into his arms. The scrafty prodded his side causing him to wince as he looked toward the pokemon who signed out slowly, “You okay there? Seem kinda pale. Need me to get you a doctor or something?"

He pinched his brow and breathed out, “No. I'm just peachy. I'm not very good with horror movies."

A cackle escaped the scrafty as he sighed, “Seriously? Don't you see fucked up shit all the time in a position like yours? Bet you even get some pokemon gunning for your neck! That's gotta be scarier than some fake movie with ketchup and corn syrup gushing everywhere."

“I don't like it in real life either but it is different." He scoffed, “I am entirely in control of my own situation and don't have to worry about the plot deciding that I'm going to be scared shitless of a sudden monster or murderer with a knife."

The scrafty looked down for a second before looking up into his eyes with a tilted head while his fingers moved, “So how do you feel about ghost types?"

He thought about that for a second before he sniffed, “Never had to work with many but I mean, yeah, I guess they do scare me a bit but again, I am in control of the situation and a ghost-type is a thing that exists and can be dealt with."

After a few moments of silence, the scrafty chuckled again and signed out, “Wanna watch another?"

He glared at the scrafty for a few moments and then noticed that Pick held his hands together as if pleading, a small smirk on his face ruining the effort but even then he rolled his eyes, “Fine. Guess this is my life until the evening."

And surprisingly it was. Surprisingly, because he found himself sitting there for nearly the entire time, and in part because there was a marathon of old thrillers going on. He got used to the frights eventually but the loud noises and the tension that came with him still got to his damn heart. Anytime he jumped or squirmed, the scrafty would cackle. Still, he would rather jump and squirm instead of look at the scrafty's body again and be reminded that the pokemon was decidedly still nude. The distraction was good, the activity was something simple to do, and when night fell he was still plenty awake because of all the damn thrillers. There was one other thing that was keeping him awake, however.

Pick had decided on choosing something else to watch, and maybe he thought that it would shock him, or that it would make him get upset but he was determined not to show anything like that to the pokemon. Mostly, he didn't want to give Pick the win so he was being stubborn in his own way. Regardless, the scrafty had turned the channel to something a bit more sensual, something a bit more pornographic in nature. He kept his mouth shut even as he looked to his side and saw the pokemon spreading his legs and teasing his rear with a finger. Not even touching his cock, just idly poking and pressing at his rear. The porn ahead of him didn't do much for him, but his shaft started to bounce and grow.

When the pokemon looked toward him with a little grin, he cursed quietly and looked away. The pokemon's tail caught his attention as it draped over his lap. Not only that, but it slipped into his pants and curled around his shaft. He opened his mouth to bark something before grunting as he felt those cool scales squeeze around his member. Keeping him quiet as well was the pokemon's sighing, the pokemon's moaning that was driving him crazy. He could probably grab the little brat by the ankles and fuck him raw but that wouldn't be right. His head was feeling foggy but he wasn't that stupid. Even as that tail tried to stroke and squeeze his mind away, he decided enough was enough and he got up.

“Let's uh, let's take that walk." He said while clearing his throat.

It was too late to stop Pick, a bit too late to stop himself from looking as well. The scrafty pumped his shaft and pumped it hard. He kept his hand gliding along that thick thing as Erel looked, as Erel watched the real-world pornography unfolding before him. Without an ounce of shame, the pokemon pumped out a load over his hand and onto the floor while groaning aloud and sighing. He turned away and coughed, signaling that maybe they should leave. The pokemon obliged with a chuckle and turned off the TV before hopping off the couch to clean up. He didn't help, and didn't look, or at least, tried not to. The pokemon's shaft was dripping, and he couldn't help but remember that the scrafty had been teasing his ass, had been moaning so intensely while doing that too.

They came out the apartment complex doors at around nine, Erel stretching with a wince as he found the negatives of sitting down for too long. Pick walked ahead of him wearing the same hoodie as before but carrying a pack he hadn't seen before. There must have been something in the closet, either way, he followed along as the pokemon took the lead. Wherever they were going, he only hoped that the pokemon really wanted to do some kind of art instead of doing something inadvisable. That being the case, Pick did seem a bit more cheerful. There was a casual sway to his tail, a little bounce to his step that he couldn't ignore either. Progress was worth a little back pain and temporary fright. Temporary fright that might dip into his nightmares, but whatever.

After a bit of walking he grunted while rubbing his neck, “So is this place close by?"

The scrafty looked from left to right before slipping into an alleyway. He was about to rush forward, his instincts telling him that this was a ploy to escape before he paused as he saw the scrafty's hand from out the corner beckoning him to follow. Frowning, he followed along and tried his best to keep up. There were a lot of obstacles for him to walk over or climb over. Boxes and crates, metal barrels, and random junk that made him wonder where the hell they were going. They went underneath an archway cutting to the left and headed into what appeared to be a little tunnel leading to nowhere. From out of the pack the pokemon pulled a familiar lantern and turned the dial to make the entire place shine bright. There were walls all around them and not much else, certainly not a place to buy art supplies or a place to do art.

When he looked at Pick to ask what was happening, the scrafty had something else in his hand. Cans of spray paint. Immediately he walked over and hissed quietly, “What are you doing?"

Pick tilted his head and set the can down along with the bag before signing, “Art. Figure I'll make a garden or something. No one comes down here anyway."

He opened his mouth a few times before breathing in calmly and letting out his complaint, “Okay, that sounds beautiful, but I think it would be better if we found a place we had permission to paint or maybe just a piece of paper instead."

The scrafty leaned down to snatch one of the cans before tossing it over. As Erel caught it, the pokemon hummed while signing, “Nope. I like this spot. You can either get out of my way or help me. Besides, if you help me, there'll be something good in it for you."

“And what could that possibly be?" He asked dryly.

“A blowjob, a kiss, I don't know. Something to get you off my back." Signed the scrafty while cackling.

He frowned and shrugged out of his coat, tossing it to the ground before he leaned down to grab hold of a can of spray. Erel then shook the can and muttered, “You know what? Fine. Doesn't sound dangerous and I'm tired of you teasing me. A blow job once we're done here."

The scrafty's eyes grew wide, but surprise turned into a crooked grin as the pokemon signed out, “Seriously? Not only are you gonna commit a crime with me but you're gonna have sex with your charge? You're getting wild or maybe seeing my body drove you crazy."

Erel snorted, “Well, I told you. Most anything goes as long as we keep it safe. I meant it when I said I want to care about your wellbeing, that I want to see you in a better place. That's the whole reason that I started doing this and I can't just not connect to what you want to do. Art is something beautiful and I guess this place is as good as any if you're going to make murals." He then sniffed while looking toward the wall, “And yeah, you have been driving me up the wall with your teasing, so excuse me if I take it out on your throat."

The whole time, his cheeks were burning and his mind was sparking with embarrassment and irritation alike. He was going to do something stupid for his job, and he was going to do stupid for a blowjob. Both of these things were true and one of these things was influencing him more than the other. Keeping him out of trouble was a fine excuse and all but maybe being teased all day was actually driving him up the wall. That being the case, he was also curious. He seemed genuine about wanting to do art, so why not see what he had to put out on this empty wall surrounded by decay?

They got started after a few moments of silence, and to be honest, Pick did most of the work. The pokemon pointed out a few places where he could use a bit of help and he was glad to do what he could do but it became obvious that he was mostly in the way. Soon after that discovery, his job became more about handing off different spray cans and occasionally watching. He thought about asking where the hell all these came from and just how much rummaging through his apartment had Pick done, but he was mesmerized at the moment.

Flowers came to life on a backdrop of black, a garden of roses and different petals curled in different shapes and swathed by paint. Unnatural and strange, but entirely beautiful. He walked up to the mural and muttered, “You could do a lot of good if you put this on paper, y'know?"

The pokemon shrugged and he looked toward him as he started signing, “The attention from one or two people is all I need. You saw it, and well, anyone who might come down here can see it too." After a bit, he moved his fingers slowly, “You really think it's good, like, art gallery good?"

He put his hand on the pokemon's shoulder and squeezed, “Probably. Think you could work with a trainer that likes a bit of art, right?"

For a moment, the scrafty looked down before answering, “Don't know about that. Can't imagine just sitting there helping some dickhead with their artwork, or them helping me. Can't even think about that kind of trainer accepting me."

“Hey, I accept you." He said quietly.

The scrafty looked up at him before sniffing, “You know, I already promised a blowjob. Don't have to put sugar on me."

He coughed and dropped the can in his hand. Erel had forgotten about that and figured he should correct the record, “Listen, I got heated. I shouldn't have agreed to that. I'm not in a position to accept that type of proposition and it just isn't respectful to you, y'know. You just showed me something beautiful when I thought you were just gonna do something stupid that I'd have to talk to you about later and you know, I still plan on talking to you about this later because we can't do it every night. Hell, we probably shouldn't have done it in the first place but I'm in awe, I really am."

Pick's expression became hard to read. A passive stare with a small line instead of a frown or smile. The pokemon seemed to take in his words until suddenly both of his hands signed out a single word, “Dumbass."

An apology was at the tip of his tongue along with a question about why the sudden insult but whatever he had to say remained in his mouth. Fingers grasped onto his pants firmly, thumbs pressing along the fly up to the button to pop that right off. He coughed and thought about pushing the pokemon away but when his hands met Pick's shoulders, the scrafty hissed at him. The zipper came down next and his pants were tugged down along with his boxers letting his shaft out into the air. At the moment, he was limp and trying to search for the words to let the scrafty know this wasn't necessary but again, speaking was a bit difficult with everything happening at once. Lips were planted against the side of his shaft while the pokemon's claws tugged his pants and boxers down just a bit more to give him room to start squeezing and kneading Erel's balls.

It didn't take long before he started to twitch to life, his body shaking while he finally managed to breathe out, “Hey, c'mon, I said that you don't need to do this."

There was more he had to say about this, more he had to let out because it just didn't feel right but his body was slowly losing out to that sensation being pressed onto him. The tongue slid along the side of his member, the slickness wrapping him in warmth as each inch of his member was treated to a lovely glazing of drool. When he was fully erect, the scrafty kissed the base of his shaft, fingers moving away before Pick backed up and looked up at him with a big grin.

And his fingers started to move to make the signs, “Shut up. I offered this, I've been teasing you this entire time and you seriously were thinking about me? Anyone I knew would have taken advantage right away with or without asking and I wouldn't have given a damn but you, you actually care? That's so fucked up. I like the attention you give me whenever you narrow your eyes, whenever you grunt and grumble about something. You're stupid, so damn stupid and I love it because you actually care. I get upset thinking about the fact that you actually care when I'm trying to get a rise out of you, and yet again, here you are caring about me. So, how about you fuck my throat like you said you were going to? Then we can go home and see what else we can do?"

Erel moved one set of digits atop the pokemon's head and he closed his eyes while looking up. He then sighed, “Again, you're tempting me to do something inadvisable. I sure as hell can't put this on my report, so I'll just say we got into a bit of a routine together. Exercise routine."

He grunted and opened an eye to look down as Pick took one of his balls into that warm mouth. A long tongue wrapped around his sensitive flesh, a tight suction pulling his ball in a bit deeper before Pick let go of it with a wet pop. The pokemon then took a step back and brought his fingers to the side of his mouth, hooking onto his maw to spread it wide as he let his tongue hang out. It was an open invitation, and a demand to shut up and get this show on the road. Erel had been through his own sexual experiences but it had been such a long time. The more he thought about it, the more nervous he got, the more he found that he wasn't sure what to do but his body knew what he wanted, and so he decided to go with what his gut wanted.

One hand grabbed onto his dick to slap it onto the reptilian pokemon's tongue. The other hand looped digits through the strands of the pokemon's hair to create a tight hold as he eased himself inside that lovely mouth; shame and concern melting away as arousal began to bubble up through his entire form. He could just start going wild right now, bucking his hips as if he had never had this sort of pleasure before, but that was just it. Erel had been left dry for quite some time, and feel this slick warmth on his cock was enough to make him want to take it nice and slow. He savored the feeling of his shaft sliding against that lovely tongue, savored the sensation of that throat closing over his member, and even loved the feeling of the pokemon's hands moving to grab his thighs. When his balls kissed the chin, he started to move with a bit more vigor.

Back and forth, back and forth his hips moved. He knew had wanted to savor the feeling a bit more of that tightness around his shaft but they were out and about in the open even if they were in a tunnel of some sort. They were still in public and still breaking some sort of law, and so he started to pump faster with the intent of ending it sooner. Erel looked down to see that the pokemon wasn't struggling with this increase in speed at all. His eyes were glazed over, drool slipping from the sides of his mouth. There was a crooked grin on that expression, a crooked smile wrapped around his member that only encouraged him to keep on going.

“Fuck." He muttered, “Not gonna last and not like I should considering where we are."

For a second, that brought the light right back into the pokemon's eyes and it was for mischief of all things. Pick hugged around his legs, held him there while burying his snout against Erel's crotch. He grunted and tried to pull the pokemon back gently, but eventually had to curse as he tore the pokemon away and began to pound in with more of his strength. Now he could hear Pick gagging a bit, now he would feel the claws on his thighs pushing, but still that twisted smile was there wrapped around his shaft as if the pokemon was proud of what was happening at this moment. He wanted to make it last a bit longer, wanted this to keep on going forever, but as he thrust forward one last time he knew he had to finish it.

Erel breathed out and leaned forward, hand against the wall now while he let his throbbing shaft release all of his arousal. Drop by drop flooded the pokemon's maw, his body shaking as he felt the heat lancing out of him along with portions of his energy. By the time he was finished, he was panting and looking up at the ceiling trying to wonder whether or not he could keep this situation calm or not. There was no way he could keep up with this type of relationship. His morality just wouldn't accept it however, Erel found himself becoming more flexible in that morality as he looked down.

Pick pulled his mouth back slowly off of every inch of his cock, maw opening to let his tongue show as he slipped off of the tip with a wet pop. His tongue was stained in seed, his seed that was soon dragged to the back of the pokemon's throat as he swallowed before closing his maw to look up at him with a big grin. He got up and placed a finger down on the massive bulge pushing up through his hoodie. Erel opened his mouth to try and say maybe they should cool it until they got home but he had trouble doing that. Pick tugged his hoodie up and began to grab onto his cock, tugging and yanking it while sighing and purring, hissing and growling. The lithe reptile then surprised him by turning around, tail lifted high, body bending over to show his rear while he kept on pumping as if he expected Erel to dig in right there and there dry.

There was still a chance that he could back off from this, that he could tell Pick that this was going too far. Instead, he reached down to grab the pokemon's fat rear and watched as if transfixed as the pokemon stroked his own pulsing shaft. Slowly, he got down onto his knees to plant a kiss along the pokemon's rear, his mouth moving down to the balls to help in the pokemon's work. Pick cackled and hissed before suddenly moaning as Erel's tongue slipped out to slide along those smooth orbs. He licked and kissed, suckled on one before getting his tongue to the rear. His nose pushed against the base of the tail while his tongue dipped in deep, his eyes closed as he took in the sharpness of the salt stinging his tongue, the light scent of earth and something sweet bringing him closer, and he dug his tongue in deep not only to pleasure the pokemon, but to let himself fall.

How could he resist such an offer, how could he stop himself from wanting such temptation? His job was his focus, his duty was his primary reason for existence but this was so much more than that. As he pulled his tongue free of the pokemon's ass, he breathed out before cupping Pick's balls, before passing his tongue along each of them nice and slow. He was going to break this rear tonight, he was going to give this rear every little pent up frustration he had been building up in these latest years.

When he got up, he did so only to watch as the pokemon painted the ground with his load. Erel shuddered as he saw that thickness spill on the ground, smiled a bit as he heard the pokemon moaning aloud, and he leaned in with a hand touching the pokemon's hips, his lips muttering quietly, “All right, let's go home then. You win."

What could be said between them didn't need to be said. The admission had been enough. That defeat meant that he wanted to dive into this full force and maybe he was just too tired to fight back against the urge of warmth, the urge of passion, and something else. It was intrinsically a move made on his gut alone, and his dick. The morning after he'd come to see whether he regret or not, but right now he did not care. On the trip home, he ignored the cackles, the hisses, and the occasional pokes and prods of the pokemon because he knew that he'd be benefiting from this too. At the same time, he did push back a few times just as a bit of fun.

When they got to the apartment, they worked separately for a moment. Bags had to be dropped off in their proper place, keys, and phones as well. It was a moment of stillness, of silence that teetered on the edge. He fetched a few things from his room before heading to the guest room. Condoms, lube; the important things for a night like this. He kept his stride nice and steady but it seemed that the pokemon didn't want to wait. Pick was already nude, was already standing there with a big grin while looking toward him.

When he tossed the condoms and lube on the bed, he looked toward Pick and saw him sign, “Aw, what? Not gonna fill me up?"

Even now that he had accepted what was happening, he still found himself getting so easily embarrassed by the pokemon's words. As he shrugged out of his clothes, he grumbled, “We should at least try to stick to some of the rules. Condom on and lube."

While he stripped, he obviously couldn't see what the pokemon was saying but also would have expected to hear more grumbling, more growling maybe. Instead, all he could hear was the ceiling fan along with the hum of the air conditioning flowing through the home. When he was standing there fully nude, he turned to the pokemon half expecting to see him sitting at the edge of the bed with arms crossed and a pout. What he saw instead brought a shiver down his spine and called his shaft to twitch to attention.

Pick had stretched out over the bed, had gotten on all fours, and brought his chest down to the covers. His rear was hiked up in the air and his tail lifted, his hands coming back to grab onto his plump rear to spread it apart and show him right where the pokemon wanted it. He was almost tempted to grab the lube first and go in raw, but instead, he tore into a condom and slid it over his pulsing shaft. The lube came next over his covered dick before he poured out a healthy amount onto the pokemon's rear.

The scrafty was chuckling, hands still spreading his ass while Erel got his fingers to work. Two fingers slid in nice and easy, and a third went in without a problem as well making him wonder how many times had the pokemon done this. Whatever he was thinking, however, soon got brushed aside as he heard Pick moan. A soft sound that urged him to dig his fingers in deeper, a gentle and loving growl that brought movement to his digits in the hopes of speeding up the process. He stretched the pokemon carefully, spreading his fingers while pushing them in before locking them together as he yanked them out. He repeated this motion over and over again until he was certain that the pokemon could handle it. When he pulled all of his fingers out, Pick wiggled his rear from side to side as if to give him a moving target.

Erel caught the pokemon by the base of the tail and hip, holding him there for a second and making sure he would stay there with a yank. Pick seemed like the type to enjoy a rough time and he recalled how much he had wanted to empty out his frustration in the pokemon. It was easy to let himself loose like that when such a beautiful thing was presented to him. He grabbed hold of his member while maintaining his hold on the pokemon's tail and slowly he pressed the tip to the pokemon's rear. He eased himself inside bit by bit, grunting as he did so, the pokemon uttered a sigh of delight as he plunged himself into the shallows.

Breathing out, he began to ease himself in, began to take it nice and slow before remembering how the throat fucking had gone. He thrust forward to get half of his cock inside and the pokemon yelped. A cute response that brought a smile to his face, and that smile grew as he heard Pick growling. When the pokemon turned his head to face him, he thrust again, and again until their balls were kissing. At that point, the pokemon was shaking and had returned his gaze to the sheets below him, little moans and huffs joining the growls. He backed up slowly, loving the feeling of those tight insides clinging onto his shaft. It would feel so much damn better raw but he had to be good, had to be lawful. Erel couldn't be the chaotic one in this type of relationship, or could he?

He tried to put it out of his mind and instead focus on the pleasure erupting from all sides of his cock at the moment. His thrusts began with a gentle rhythm, a rocking that took him in as deep as he could go with each push. The pokemon moaned, toes curling and legs clamping around his thighs as if to tell him to go faster. He obliged that silent sentiment and grunted as his hips began to pick up speed with every movement now. Each thrust pumped out a bit more of his sanity, a bit more of his logical resolve as he kept on grinding forward. He really shouldn't be doing this but it was too late to stop, and too late to even think about that course of action.

Why would he stop? Why would he end this pleasure? In fact, why wasn't he getting more into it? Erel growled as he leaned forward to grab the pokemon by the hair, pumping his hips forward like motorized pistons crashing into the pokemon at a constant pace. Each thrust threw his hips against the pokemon's fat ass sending out a lovely clap that echoed in the room. The pokemon's hisses had all but disappeared, no more growls either. There were only moans left as the pokemon seemed to cry out, a whimper and sound that he took as begging for more. More strength, more grinding. He was healthy enough to keep going for a while and this time, this time he could hold back his desire just a bit.

The constant grinding, the pleasure he felt, and more seemed to circulate in a pressure that thumped against his stomach begging for release. However, right now they were in his home and he could damn well take his time with this. Out there in public, he had to hurry but right now he could enjoy this. He slowed down as he thought about this, rolling and rocking his hips forward while grunting. Erel let go of the pokemon's hair to instead embrace him now, pulling him close to his body to let the temperatures of their forms mix. Cool scales against his hot skin. Their breaths mixed into a fine mist that curled into the air.

Finally, he fully lost it. He pulled out and let go of the pokemon. As he did this, Pick turned onto his back and signed out while his chest rose and fell, “Why'd you stop? Something the matter?"

He grabbed hold of the tip of his cock and muttered, “Not good enough. I need more." Pick seemed about ready to say something else, maybe wondering what he meant, but the pokemon got his answer as Erel grunted, “I'm taking this damn thing off."

The condom came off bit by bit, slipping from his shaft until it came off with a latex crack. He tossed it to the bed and took hold of his shaft to plant it back into the pokemon's tail hole. Pick's eyes were wide, and his grin was even more so. Those wide eyes narrowed into half-moons while his insides were suddenly spread apart again, while Erel groaned and uttered a curse of his own while plunging back in with all his might. The pokemon's raw insides were tight around his shaft, and far warmer than he had expected. Without the condom he could really appreciate the fact that he wasn't inside of a human, he was inside of a pokemon, a beast that could tear him apart at any moment. He still needed more. There was still something missing.

Erel moved down and grasped the pokemon's cheeks with both hands, his eyes shutting as he breathed out, “I think I want to keep you."

The pokemon's body began to shake, the grin fading from his mouth as Erel took their lips together into a kiss. He rocked his hips nice and slow, making love to the pokemon rather than outright pounding into him. The speed continued, but that gentle rocking did not change for quite some time as he allowed himself to sink into this new sensation. Every time he pulled his lips away, it was just to breathe, and during these moments he would mutter his claim over Pick. The reaction was something to be treasured. Pick's eyes seemed to mist at the edges but he couldn't express what was on his mind or heart with his hands clutching the sheets at his sides. Instead, the pokemon was left to moan over and over again before his noises were silenced yet again in a deep kiss full of warmth and stickiness.

His thrusts started to get meaner again, started to get rougher as his passion ignited further. The pokemon's legs wrapped around his hips as if he would pull out, as if he would ever think about that right now. His own mind was full of mist and desire, the heat carrying him forward while he held onto the pokemon's sides to pin him down and keep on pounding. Their mouths had finally parted again, lines of drool connecting their lips snapping off one by one before the pokemon suddenly reunited their lips into a feverish kiss. The muffled moans and groans between them struck the wall and came back to them, vibrating through the room as a lovely song while the pokemon clung to his body.

Claws were dug into his back and for a moment, he returned to his grouchy self as he thought of lecturing the little bastard on not using those in bed but his lust kept him going instead. The claws deepened their press on his back, his hips kept on rocketing forward, his eyes shutting tight as he found himself getting closer and closer until with one more thrust, he was erupting. Seed shot from his shaft, thick and heavy cum rounded by heat. He painted those lovely insides, marked the pokemon as his own as he kept on pumping away his sanity and the steam in his head. When he was finished, he pulled his lips away and leaned back to look down at the panting pokemon. His eyes trailed down to the pokemon's rear, his body shuddering as he watched himself pull out. As he pulled out, it seemed that the pressure was too much for the pokemon to handle as that thick scrafty cock poured out a climax onto his belly, the pokemon groaning aloud. What he was next was the steady drip of heat. That warmth of his spilling out of the scrafty's rear. Going raw was the right choice.

The pokemon brought his hands up slowly to say something, but he grabbed both and leaned down just inches away while muttering, “We'll talk tomorrow. For now, shut up and be mine. Let me train you, to be my pokemon."

It seemed those were the right words because Pick seemed to shrivel, his cheeks flushed with color and his eyes peering away. And so, he planted his mouth on the pokemon's neck and held him close.