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"Look, I don't particularly care what's going on between you two," the receptionist cut in. "You can either take a room or be 'escorted' to one." Both of them turned to look at the medicham, who countered with an annoyed glare.

"What?!" The one who shouted back, a human male of average build, highly doubted she was serious. The medicham 'morph frowned in response.

"That was your last chance. I'm not tolerating your attitude." She subtly pressed a button hidden under her desk. A microphone sprouted in front of her. "Escort time!" Before they could even comprehend what she was saying, two machamp walked into the lobby from a door near the front desk. They wore black jeans and sneering grins.

"Couple o' troublemakers, huh? Don't worry miss, we've got it covered," one of them said. "You go on your break. We'll take it from here."

"Check it out bro," the other added. "We've got ourselves a human here! You two on a date?"

"Screw you," the human replied, crossing his arms. The one accompanying him, on the other hand, looked away with a blush.

"Just jokin', man, but seriously, what're you and your friend here doing shouting at each other like that?" Immediately he grabbed him with two of his arms and lifted him up, carrying him out of the room. "Now you gotta go to the penalty box."

"Hey, put me down!" He squirmed and kicked as hard as he could, but his attacks were no match for the machamp's chisled physique. The machamp saw fit to restrain his arms and legs as he moved him.

"Hey, I saw the way you was starin' at that guy," the remaining machamp said, sounding sincere this time. "I can tell you two aren't romantically involved, but you wanna be that way, right?"

"Heh, well yes." He blushed again as he thought about Ren. There was just something about him that was so appealing, despite his stubborn, thickheaded nature.

"I'd ask what a handsome suicune like yourself would be doin' with such a pest, but I won't. The way I see it, you're gonna have to be aggressive if you want him. Maybe you'll even have to knock him around. I sure would."

"What? I couldn't possibly..."

"His parents should have beat some sense into him a long time ago," he said offhandedly.

"Actually... they're gone. He's been an orphan his whole life. I'd take him in, but I want him to trust me first."

"Oh... I see. My apologies. Anyways, I've seen his brand before. He's the kind of punk who thinks he can beat anyone. I'd say now's your chance to wrap him around your--"

"I get it, I get it! Just..."

"How's this for incentive? If you don't claim him, I will. Now, I need you to follow me." With that the machamp took his hand and followed the path Ren was taken along.

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The room the two had been escorted to was approximately the size of a small studio apartment. Not much breathing room existed, with the only source of ventillation being the hole in the wall the staff dared call a window. There was a bathroom, but the "door" was a series of stringed-up beads that served as poor censorship.

"Welcome to the Penalty Box, you two," the first machamp 'morph said. "Enjoy your stay." He quickly left, mumbling something about a match he had to get back to.

"Now remember what I said John. We'll let you two out in a few days, but you better come out with your problem solved." The door closed, isolating the human and the suicune 'morph from the rest of the world.

"This sure is a crappy room," Ren finally said, breaking the silence. "Lighting sucks, there's some cracks in the walls, and... why is there only one bed?"

"Because you can't seem to keep your mouth shut, Ren," John responded. He took a deep breath as he braced himself for the worst and called upon his less pleasant memories of the human. "We would've had a much better room if you'd just stop making a nuisance of yourself earlier." They suddenly heard the door lock. "Looks like we're trapped in here."

"You can't be serious." He got up and looked, only to see, to his horror, that the door had disappeared entirely. "What the fuck? What kind of place is this?"

"The kind meant for people like you, and I don't mean your species, disgraceful as many of them can be?" His own anger was not something he was used to since he prided himself on his extremely long fuse. The more he stared at Ren, however, the more he realized that he really would have to cut loose at some point.

"Well what's so great about being a suicune?" the human retorted. "I bet you've never tasted a soda before, John."

"That's not true if I drink out of a container like everyone else. For the record, not everything about my body has just water. I wouldn't be standing here if that was true." He walked to the window and stared into the darkness, hiding his growing blush. "I don't know why you have to be so difficult. Did I wrong you somewhere in the past?"

No response, as usual. Ren never admitted to anything. He calmed down and tried a different approach.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm not gonna force it out of you. Our friends brought us here to fix whatever issue we have with each other." John sat on the only bed in the room and took off his jacket, exposing his upper body. "Much better." Working out was no problem thanks to his sisters constantly encouraging him to do so.

"Ugh," Ren said in disgust, "did you have to do that?" He had been hoping to get a compliment out of him, some acknowledgement of the fruits of his labor, but as usual he was disregarded.

"Looks like I'm going first," he stated, "and I plan on being blunt since no one can hear us." Memories drifting to their time in and out of high school, he continued. "My issue with you is this: what do you have against me? I like going without a shirt on like most pokémorphs. Is it really such a crime when I do it?"

"What are you talking about? I don't like it when others do it too." Denial, just as he expected. Immediately the suicune 'morph decided to press further and crossed his arms.

"How come I'm getting all the attention about it, then? On a related note, what's with putting condiments and paper balls in my hair?"

"I was bored." Nothing irritated him more than a lack of rhyme or reason for an action. There was a reason for all this singling out, and he was determined to discover it. Ren seemed to only recognize him as a target or a sandbag, and it was high time that changed.

"Of course you'd say such a bland copout," he growled, startling him. "Well you know what, since you get your rocks off attacking me, and it's clear you won't tell me why, why don't we settle things like gentlemen?" He stood up and took the rest of his clothing off, revealing his entire body to the human in a fit of boldness. "Bring it on, Ren. I'm right here."

"What the hell? Y-you're fucking insane," Ren stammered. John knew the human stool little chance against him and decided to take his time approaching him. Ren himself had an average build, but it was one meant for agility instead of combat, something the room was designed to favor.

"No, I'm fucking pissed, and you've forced my hand. There's a huge difference. No authorities or laws to hide behind, no one to get in the way... You hurt me so many times in the past, Ren, and it's about time I exacted my toll." Immediately the human darted to the bathroom, only to be promptly grabbed and pulled out.

"Let go!" he cried. He kicked him in the balls as hard as he could, but the 'morph only laughed before reforming his infuriated expression. Mentally he kicked himself for what he was about to do to Ren, but he knew that if he were to succeed, he would have to beat him into submission.

"I can take stuff like that, Ren, even if you're wearing your shoes, but good try. I'll enjoy this." He shoved him against a wall, restaining his legs with his twin tails and his arms above his head. With gritted teeth, he pulled back one blue fist and punched him in his chest, making him cry out. "Not a bad sound you make... wouldn't mind hearing more."

"Sh-shut up! Agh!!" Another blow to the chest. John made sure to hold back and hit him through the coat Ren wore, though he felt his heart breaking when he realized he still caused some significant harm. Tears threatened to flow as he gathered himself to try harder.

"You know, I don't care too much about you," he lied. Another punch, slightly less restrained than the previous one, struck Ren. "You've been a thorn in my side for reasons only you seem to know." This time a punch was launched to his head. Blood began to pour out of a newly formed wound on his lip, though he was more concerned about the angry and insane suicune that was holding him.

"P-please...! Let me-- Oof!"

"I tried being especially nice to you, the one human I actually have feelings for, yet you treated me like a pest. You didn't give even one hint that told me how you felt, you bastard." Ren braced himself for another hit, only to feel something warm against his bleeding cheek. The grip on his arms relented, but before he could strike back, he felt his coat slip off of him.

"The fuck?" John pulled back his tails, making the human fall headfirst onto the floor. The impact dazed him and kept him to the ground. John looked away as blood began seeping out of Ren's head.

"I see how it is now." John grabbed the sheets off the bed and tossed them aside. "You're one of those psychopaths who tries to cause as much harm as possible without getting in trouble." He stood over the pained human and picked him up.

"N-no I'm not... you are!" He coughed up a small amount of blood when he was slammed back down. More of it poured from the back of his head, and the suicune 'morph was sure it could get infected soon.

"You're an orphan with nothing going for you except a job you can barely stand, a school that you're failing in, and me. You wouldn't be missed by anyone if I decided to end your disgraceful self right here, right now," he snarled. He pulled off Ren's shirt, revealing a bare, bruised chest. He lifted him up by the neck and readied a fist.

"WAIT! PLEASE DON'T! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" he begged. John threw him onto the floor in disgust and horror, causing him to cough up more blood. He tried to breathe as much as he could.

"Hmph, you're a bloody mess. Why shouldn't I reduce you to even more of one?" He grabbed the sheets again and twisted them into a thick, rope-like shape. He heard an audible gasp in more fear, and he imagined Ren thought John was preparing to snuff him out. Just a little more... and he could drop this horrid front...

"I... I felt the same way... but I thought it was wrong..."

"So you saw fit to attempt to compromise my image? I should destroy you... but I won't." The suicune 'morph walked past him and dropped the sheet on the bed. "I believe in second chances, and you seem sincere enough. If you're willing to do as I say, I'll be willing to let bygones be bygones. Those seem like acceptable terms, yes?"

"I'll... I'll do anything. I'm sorry, John, so sorry." With a smirk, the suicune 'morph sat on the bed and spread his legs slightly.

"Blow me."

"Huh?"

"Scratch that. Take off those clothes and then blow me. Show me just how sorry you are." He stared at him with a neutral expression, but it had the desired effect of making the dumbfounded human discard the rest of his clothing as fast as he could. He caught him as he fell forward and repositioned him between his legs, holding him by his shoulders. "Eager to please, I see."

"Umm..."

"What's the matter? You've never seen a cock before?" He could barely suppress how giddy he was about the fact that his human had very little (if any) knowledge on the concept.

"N-no," he confessed weakly as the injuries drained his energy. "The idea of physically satisfying someone, much less a male, had never crossed my mind."

"How very amusing indeed." He didn't wait for a response, instead opting to force him against his developing length. He pried his mouth open and forced it in. "Suck," he commanded, maintaining his grip on his head. Soon enough, he felt Ren's tongue poke and prod his sheath, coaxing his member out of its hiding spot. He sighed in bliss once that same tongue enveloped him. He felt the first drops of pre flow out of him and let Ren go. The human gasped for air as he broke away and felt his face.

"What just happened to me? My lip isn't burning, my ribs feel normal again..." He looked up at the smirking John for an answer.

"We're not just known for our ability to purify water. The minute you tasted just a few drops of my essence, your pain disappeared. That's one of the little-known facts about my kind."

"One of the--"

"You better keep going before the pain returns in full force. I plan to have you moaning in bliss." With a slight panic, he went back to licking and sucking his engorged member as if his life depended on it. John watched him close his eyes in relief as his pre worked its magic. "Good..." He ran a hand through the human's hair, encouraging him to continue. Ren cupped his orbs and massaged them as he resumed.

"I-- thank you," he muttered, vibrating him. John sighed in bliss and leaned back as he held him between his legs. It had taken a long time, but he finally had Ren right where he wanted him. The suicune 'morph was a bit disappointed that he had to be so crass, but it made his wet dreams come true. Before he knew it, he had blown his first load down Ren's throat. Some of it seeped out of his mouth and onto his chest, the orgasm too much to take in at once.

"How do you feel? I was holding that one in for a long time," he stated. He pulled him onto his lap and embraced him, finally noticing the human cock prodding at his belly.

"Amazing..." he breathed as his shaft was tended to. "You were heavenly, J--master."

"Huh?" John looked at him in concern and paused, only now seeing just how lost and vacant his human looked. The suicune 'morph was no stranger to sex--being bisexual gave him lots of options-- but this was an experience that threw him for a loop. He wasn't used to hearing someone treat him like a superior, but he had to admit that it felt so right, especially since it was the love of his life saying so. He wondered if Ren was acting like this purely out of fear.

"Please be gentle, master," he murmured, sounding more like a lost, frightened little boy than the haughty young man he looked like. The sight only compounded the guilt he felt.

"Listen, I hated having to do that," John confessed, letting go of him. Ren merely nodded, his mind growing fuzzy from the pleasure. "It was all an act. It's not fair to you or me. I was never serious with my threat, but I knew I had to push past that stubborn exterior of yours with something extreme."

"Yeah." At this point Ren wasn't even paying attention. In spite of his guilt, he couldn't help but smile, taking solace in the human's much more comfortable state.

"Ren, I love you. Always have. I would like to start over. I hated doing that to you. Please let me know how yo-- ohhhh..." Ren's answer had been to impale himself on his shaft entirely, much to his surprise. His tip entered easily, with the rest having been forced in.

"M-m-master... it was my fault... ah," he whined, moving up and down as well as he could. "You tried, but I... I did not listen." John immediately embraced him again and kissed him in an attempt to soothe the pain.

"You're so adorable like this. The moment you entered my life, I knew you and I were meant to be."

"Please forgive me, Master!" he moaned. John decided to play along for the time being. He was getting close anyway.

"I forgive you, Ren." With a shrug, he gripped him as tightly as possible and pounded him with all he had. Ren's moans sounded as good as he dreamed they would be. It wasn't long before he felt the human's orifice clench tightly around him, bringing him close to his own peak. He pulled out and pinned him on the bed before splattering his pent-up load all over Ren's face, marking him permanently.

"Thank..." he trailed off as he passed out, his energy rushing out of him along with his own cum. Satisfied, the suicune 'morph took his place and placed him on his furry chest. The bed sheet was only large enough to cover Ren, but John didn't mind since he had his fur. Ren clung to him in his sleep.

"Interesting," he murmured as he rubbed him. There was not a scratch on him, as expected, but the sudden replacement of his stubborn mental state with one of total submission was surprising. It was then he thought back to earlier reports he read featuring pokémorphs and humans who had gotten intimate together.

"Right, I remember now." Humans lacked the durability that pokémon and pokémorphs like himself had. That meant that any moves that reached them had a significantly greater effect. He remembered a report where an ursaring pokémorph had used Sweet Scent on an unsuspecting female human. The intent had been to lure her into a stink bomb prank, but instead he ended up with a new girlfriend. John hadn't expected his natural scent to have a similar result, but he wasn't about to complain. Still...

"I can't keep him like this forever, as fun as it is." He would have to seek out a psychic as soon as their stay here ended. For now, however, rest was all that mattered. Eventually he would have a new family member, but he needed to do something about this "master" business first.