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God, this fucking SUCKS.

Most first-time trainers jumped at the chance for a Pokémon partner. Even when they didn’t have as many choices as some others, just getting that first Pokémon by one’s side was a huge deal, something that would shape their lives for years to come. Kevin, however, wasn’t very excited about what had happened with him...he hadn’t had a choice, it was take it or leave it, and leave it meant it would probably be a long time before he had another shot.

Being a Pokémon trainer hadn’t been Kevin’s first idea of a path to success - he’d always envisioned himself as becoming the billionaire CEO of a hotshot corporation and having a great idea that would get him revered long past his heyday. Kevin had always thought very highly of himself, a legend in his own mind…not so much in the minds of others, who saw a lazy, shiftless freeloader who was always angling for the reward without the effort. He’d struggled his way through his schooling, claiming that the teachers just didn’t understand his excellence while the teachers actually couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t do the homework, or what he was writing in his essays, which often had only a limited amount to do with the actual material.

But he’d grunged his way through regular schooling. And he was sure that he’d flourish at university, that the misunderstood genius would find his calling there…he hadn’t even made it through a single term, failing out of every course. The leeway he’d been granted in earlier schooling wasn’t present at the higher levels, and the abysmal performance was enough to have them tell him not to bother coming back. It was an embarrassment and humiliation, which of course Kevin blamed on them and not himself - they just didn’t understand who they were dealing with, he’d own all their asses someday, they would all see! But that wasn’t fixing anything for him NOW.

That was why, at age 17, he’d changed tactics a bit. A Pokémon journey…most started out on it earlier, in their early to middle teens, but in theory there was nothing stopping anyone from trying at any age, at least once they were old enough to get a trainer’s license. It was meant to be a period of self-discovery and understanding, something that would help one figure out their course in life, which was why it held special appeal for teenagers, many of whom had nothing truly established in their lives yet and were in the process of making sense of their own identity. Kevin figured that the genius he was needed to be realized somehow, and maybe this kind of thing was just the way to find out how to do that. So he’d ditched the idea of trying to repair his standing with the university and had tried to get a Pokémon instead.

And even that took far longer than necessary - he wasn’t able to get his license until he was 20. It almost NEVER took three years - ofter by the time 1 year had passed the message had been made loud and clear, and most simply gave up. Kevin couldn’t pass the tests, and couldn’t understand why - it wasn’t even that much granular knowledge, there was a lot of dreck on there about how to treat and care for Pokémon, ethics rules and nonsense like that that he was pretty sure were just fluff. Over and over he tried, ignoring the rejections for ‘behavioral concerns’ and the entreaties of some of the admins to stop wasting their time. Eventually, though, he’d gamed the system - whatever the answers he wanted to put, he knew they were looking for something else, so he started studying the results and remembering which questions they wanted him to answer. The tests didn’t change that much over time, so he got to know what he SHOULD be saying to get them to comply, whether he believed it or not. Would that he’d had this option in school, but they didn’t let you retake tests infinitely.

Finally he’d managed to put up a good enough score to be allowed a Pokémon, much to the frustration of the admins who knew he hadn’t really learned anything, but they weren’t allowed to overrule something like that. It had been a day of smugness for Kevin, finally starting to turn things around, and he’d eagerly gone to get a ‘starter’ Pokémon, ready to take his journey properly. That smugness had vanished when he got there, though, and saw what was waiting for him.

That FUCKING Abra.

Kevin had first seen him when he was 13, passing him as he walked along the path to his school. An Abra of no real consequence, just sleeping like Abras always did…and it rankled him. He never thought highly of Abras, they were known to be annoyances among Pokémon - teleporting away when you tried to catch them, not learning any moves on their own, examples of laziness that you usually saw in something like Slakoth or Snorlax. Kevin detested those types, a Pokémon should have been more worthwhile than that, and he wouldn’t tolerate laziness in someone who was supposed to be serving him. (The irony was lost on him, as he rejected any notion of his own laziness.)

The Abra was there day after day, him passing by and having to see him sleeping, taking it easy and only just sometimes changing positions. And the more he did, the more it irked him, enough that he started to antagonize the Abra. Mostly verbally, calling him a freeloader, saying he hoped he got chomped by Poochyena, insulting him every way he could think of and then learning more specifically to insult him further. The Abra never responded, which irritated him more - okay, yeah, he was asleep, but how was Kevin going to get his satisfaction of wounding him if he was never aware of the wounds?

He’d escalated to physical antagonism at one point when he was 15, but that didn’t last long. Once he’d thrown a rock at the Abra, and as he’d walked away snickering to himself something whacked him on the back of the head, leaving a nice bleeding wound - the same rock he’d thrown at the lazy thing. Another time he’d walked over and stepped rather forcefully on the Abra’s tail - a couple times, since he wasn’t getting any response - and then as he walked away, he suddenly tripped and fell flat on his face. A few more incidents like this and even Kevin could pick up the message - waking up the Abra by getting physical with him would invite retaliation. And he couldn’t complain to anyone, because Pokémon had every right to react to such things…so he went back to words, which was less satisfying but less painful.

And so it had continued…when he’d gone to university, he had put the Abra out of his mind, but on his unceremonious return, the Abra was still there, and even though he wasn’t regularly going to that school anymore, Kevin still went out of his way to antagonize him more days than not. Including regularly talking about how once he got his starter Pokémon he’d come over and have them whale on him day after day to train them up before he actually left. Those were mental images that gave Kevin a fair bit of glee, just about any Pokémon he could get would be more worthwhile than that worthless Abra.

Which was why, when he got to the local lab that day, he was in no way prepared for what awaited him. The local administrator told him that they only had one Pokémon available - and it was the Abra. Kevin had protested, but the admin had shut him down - as he put it, Kevin was lucky to get anything, considering the admin didn’t believe that he was truly capable of raising a Pokémon with proper treatment, and if he turned this one down it would be proof of his unsuitability, which had a real chance of getting him blacklisted given his history. Kevin had sourly accepted the Abra, while privately vowing that that admin would be one of the people he’d make sure got his when he was rich and successful.

That had been about ten days ago…and Kevin still hadn’t stopped stewing about it. An Abra. A fucking ABRA. Might as well have stuck me with a damn Magikarp. At least they might flop threateningly at someone...what the hell is a useless lump that’s always sleeping going to do? He glowered at the Pokémon, still sleeping of course, though up in a tree where Kevin couldn’t actually touch him. They were on a fairly novice path, and even that wasn’t going well…Kevin had hoped that he’d find another Pokémon to catch who could actually do something, but it was like there wasn’t a single other Pokémon to be seen. Which felt almost impossible, but somehow he had the feeling that the Abra was responsible.

Pathetic desperate little shit, probably trying to hog my attention because it’s the only thing he’s got it his worthless life. I’d chuck him into the river if I didn’t know he could teleport out of it anyway…well, maybe I oughta anyway, see if that gets the message across. I’m never going to amount to my potential having this useless lump to drag around…

Those thoughts were satisfying, but ultimately he knew he wasn’t going to do that - any inquiry into the health of the Abra would reveal what he’d done, and that would assuredly get him barred from training ever again. Even though he hadn’t really wanted this path, it was a means to an end, and he needed to be able to see it through. The better option was to pawn the Abra off on some other idiot trainer who didn’t realize what he was getting, and get a better Pokémon through the trade. Maybe he could even pretend he’d given the Abra a lot more training than he had…he couldn’t misrepresent the type of Pokémon, they would be able to see before the trade, but he could puff up the Abra to someone who was dumb enough to think they were useful. Or maybe the Trade Roulette, that was an option, though he really wanted to make sure he didn’t get saddled with some other worthless mon…

He laid back on the ground, looking at the stars above, and giving a little glare towards the Abra flopped onto a branch. Not how I wanted my start as a trainer to go...well, maybe this is the troubled origin story I need to really sell my rise to the top. Given a shit Pokémon and expected to make something of himself from nothing...it’ll make the first real partner I have seem like an even better story.

He closed his eyes, sighing as he drifted off to sleep, trying to dream of a dream partner that he hoped would come soon…

———

Something weird was going on. It was the middle of the night, and he felt like he was awake...yet, he also felt like he was asleep. Kevin couldn’t look around, couldn’t move himself, couldn’t really do anything except wonder why he was aware when he shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t until he heard a voice in his ear that something started to come together. “Pretty pathetic...calling a Pokémon worthless just because it’s not the one he wanted.”

“What?” Kevin didn’t speak it, he thought it. but he heard it like he was speaking it. Something was wrong…he didn’t recognize where they were, it wasn’t where he’d gone to sleep, there was dense forest canopy where there should have been an opening to see the stars. “What’s going on? Who said that?! What are you doing to me?!”

“I can answer all of those questions.” The Abra suddenly entered his view, laying on Kevin’s chest, arms folded under his head. “‘What’s going on’ is that we’re alone and you’re in trouble. ‘Who said that’ is me, and while I’m insulted that you never even bothered to ask my name, it’s about what I expected out of you. Adzic, by the way, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it. And ‘what are you doing to me’ is something very special, because it’s what you deserve. Didn’t you ever hear that you should never underestimate a Psychic?”

“What’s going on? Am I asleep?”

“Sure. You’re asleep, just like I usually am. As in, totally aware of everything going on around me, even though I’m sleeping a lot. It takes a lot to develop this brain, you know...staying in a low-energy state unless I need to be fully alert is beneficial for me. Something you didn’t seem to understand, despite being more than able to figure out on your own.”

Kevin was still confused, still not sure what was actually going on - so he was in a weird halfway state, but he didn’t know why. “Are you doing this? What’s the big idea? Let me go!”

Adzic raised an eye ridge. “Oh? Why don’t you make me? Since you’re so important and I’m so useless.”

“I...uh…” Kevin fell silent. He didn’t really know HOW to make the Abra let him out of this...especially since he couldn’t move a lick. How was it that Adzic could move and he couldn’t? It didn’t make sense, if they were in the same states, why was his body so locked down?

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Seems like you’re the useless one here. For your information, and yes I can hear your thoughts so don’t bother asking, I can move because I have psychic powers. And I have strong enough psychic powers that I don’t even have to ‘puppet’ myself - I can simply run them through my nerves to make them act like I was awake.” A quiet, derisive huff-laugh escaped Adzic’s nose. “What’s also pathetic is how little you can appreciate the powers you’re dealing with…what, the ability to literally reshape reality to one’s whim wasn’t good enough for you?”

Kevin felt a prickle of nervousness. “But all you do is sleep! You don’t DO anything!”

“Tch. You don’t do anything either. You just pretend you do, while I don’t bother pretending. You DO realize that Abras are rather sought after, right? There’s a reason people gripe about how hard we are to catch, it’s because they try to catch us. Alakazams are considered quite potent battlers…they have to come from somewhere, right? Not right out of the egg, that’s for sure.”

That somehow had never occurred to Kevin…he hadn’t even thought about the prospect of Adzic evolving. He’d even thought at one point that an Alakazam sounded like an awesome Pokémon to have…somehow his mind hadn’t put the two together. “Fine, fine, I’m sorry, you’re not useless like I thought. Let me up now.”

“Mm, no, I don’t think I’ll be doing that. For a variety of reasons. First, that’s not a real apology, because you aren’t actually sorry about how you treated me - you just want to mollify me in hopes that I’ll obey you. Second, because you’d throw a bitch fit when I told you I wasn’t going to evolve.”

“What?! Why wouldn’t you evolve? Why wouldn’t you want to become more powerful?!” Kevin didn’t even realize he was validating that second point, too fixated on what Adzic had just said.

“More powerful…hm, you know, it’s a funny thing. Our line is particularly unusual…most first-form psychics aren’t so reserved, you know? They learn plenty of moves naturally, express their potential early on. We don’t…and as a consequence, we develop differently. The Abra form is about storing and building up psychic power which can be unleashed much more potently when we evolve. But all that buildup is needed because the brain of an Alakazam is an enormous energy sink…building up that power early on provides a deep reserve that sustains our kind even when we are projecting that energy rather than using it, and makes it easier to refill during down time. But an Abra that doesn’t evolve, they just keep building more and more of that energy, because it doesn’t need to go to feeding that greedy hyper-powerful brain. And not often to moves, either…I’ve actually learned a few moves, you know, mostly by observation, but I don’t need to use them much, so they don’t take away from that building energy. Which, I’ll remind you, is the power to literally dictate to reality what I want it to be rather than what it is. So while I might not be a more powerful battler…” Adzic finally smiled, though it was a devious one that sent another prickle through Kevin. “In other ways, I’m FAR more powerful than an Alakazam.”

“O-okay…I get the point…” Kevin wasn’t sure how to respond to all that, he didn’t have a sense of what power Adzic actually had - how could he? “You can…you can let me go now, I’ve learned my lesson…”

“Oh, no no no, you’ve not learned much of anything. I can tell what goes on in that mind of yours, Kevin. I’ve known it for years…every day when you passed by, hurling insults at me, treating me like I was less than dirt, I heard every word of it. Of course, the petulant whining of an immature brat is nothing to take personally, but the loathing you had for me, for just being what I was…THAT was something I took personally. And the way you see me now, I take that personally too…to you, I’m nothing more than a tool for your success, something to be used until I’m no longer useful. That’s how you see all Pokémon, which might be why you couldn’t pass that test for so long - they want to try to avoid having too many trainers out there who do that sort of thing. It’s impossible to stop them all, but those tests can filter some of them out…it took you longer than most to figure out how to game the system, but I knew you would eventually. And Pokémon don’t deserve to have you inflicted on them…you would have been an utter failure of a trainer, eternally convinced of your own prestige and blaming them for every failure, treating them like they were nothing unless they pleased you, abusing them when they didn’t live up to your expectations.”

“How dare you! I’m not…you can’t say I’m like that when I haven’t even had Pokémon for more than a few days!”

“And in those few days, how many times did you try to feed me?” Kevin’s ire fell back, realizing that he hadn’t actually given Adzic any food at all. “The only reason I didn’t go hungry was because I procured my own food. Which would be fine, if that was an arrangement agreed on…but a trainer’s duty is caring for those who allow themselves to be trained. You didn’t try, even once, to care for me, because you thought so little of me that you would have rather I died than you put in the effort.”

It was starting to sink in to Kevin that he wasn’t going to be able to talk his way out of this…he had never liked Adzic, it had never really occurred to him that Adzic might not like HIM. And now he was in the domain of the Pokémon, where he wasn’t suited and Adzic was… “What...what are you gonna do to me?”

“Heh, someone’s finally catching on just a little bit. You know, I’ve been an Abra for…a little over eight years now. About seven of which have been infected by your unfortunate presence. I’m not going to pretend this is all noble, teaching a lesson to a human about treating your Pokémon right…it is, but this is also about personal vengeance, putting you in the place you DO deserve to be, and it’s not the stratospheric pedestal you envision. But I think it’ll work out for you, too…you won’t be anything you envision, but you never would have been anyway - you would have been nothing but a miserable failure on every single front, living a shitty life with no future and no happiness. MY vision for you won’t have any of the glamor you sought, but I think you’ll be happy in it and you’ll be doing something worthwhile…serving Pokémon, and myself in particular.”

In his sleep-state, Kevin looked far more tranquil than he felt - it was almost creepy how little his body reacted to what his inner feelings were. “No! No way! I’m not gonna be under Pokémon! You can’t make me!”

“Actually, I very much can. Remember what I told you about Abras being able to store up more energy? I’ve been an Abra for eight years...most evolve after two at most. All that extra psychic energy being sucked up by those big brains, they can deliver some powerful attacks, sure, but bending reality doesn’t come from attacks, it comes from applying raw energy. I think I have more than enough to make you into something that works for me…”

“H-hey, don’t you...don’t you dare fuck with me! You’re gonna pay if you...ngh…” His last gasp attempt to intimidate fell completely flat as he felt a buzzing through his body. He tried to deny it, but his mental protests were ineffective at stopping the buzzing or getting him moving...the sheer helplessness he felt was infuriating, and even worse, that fury was entirely internal, he couldn’t even express it. Even his mental voice was cut off at this point, except for the groans and grunts from the effects of what was happening, whatever that was - he wasn’t quite sure yet, nothing seemed different yet.

“That’s enough out of you for now. Now then...let’s start with these bothersome coverings. I don’t wear anything, so I don’t see why you would need to, either, as my servant.” Adzic pulled at Kevin’s shirt in demonstration, before his eyes flashed bright. In an instant, the shirt was ripped apart by an unseen force, reduced to shreds before even the shreds were wiped from existence. Terror struck the human - that had been brutal, and Adzic looked like it hadn’t even taken him a lick of effort! The power the Abra had, he never would have suspected...and now he was hoping that wasn’t the fate HE was destined to face.

“Much better.” The Abra laid back down on the human’s bare chest, sort of on one side, smirking a bit as he trailed a finger along the flesh. “Goodness, I didn’t know humans could learn Flash. Have you even been outside a day in your life? And scrawny as you are, you make ME look muscular. But then again, I suppose you expected your Pokémon would do all the work for you? Effort never seemed to be on your mind, just the rewards and adulation. If you’d ever looked at those expert trainers, you might notice that they’re all in quite good shape...they work hard, even try to keep up with their Pokémon. But, you won’t have to worry about that at least, you’re not going to have that to aspire to.”

If he could have asked, Kevin would have, but still his tongue was tied. All he could do was watch as the same treatment was given to his footwear, and then his pants, leaving him in nothing but his briefs. Adzic was mocking him, he knew that was the case, he could have done it all in one fell swoop but he was drawing out the humiliation...for what? To prove his point? He’d proven it already, what more needed to be done? For a moment he hoped that that was all the farther it would go, but then the white glow his his briefs...he winced as the tearing commenced, eradicating his last garment, though the invisible blades never graced his skin just like any of the previous times. Now he was fully exposed, which wasn’t a good position to be in...not that anything before this had been.

“Oh, my…” Adzic sounded smug and derisive as one of his fingers hooked under Kevin’s flaccid dick and raised it up a bit. “Really? This is it? Goodness, I’d heard unsavory things about humans, but if this is what you’re all packing, no wonder you’re so insecure. This isn’t even as big as mine.”

“That’s a fucking lie!” Kevin’s mind suddenly burst out. He wasn’t sure why he could say that of all things, but he was still adamant about it. He knew he wasn’t exactly a prime cut down there, but there was no way a dinky Abra was any better!

“Well now...it’s easy enough to prove. If I do, you have to admit and accept that truth and everything it means.”

“Fine, whatever. Prove it, if you can.” Something clicked in the back of his brain, but Kevin hardly noticed.

“Gladly.” Adzic floated up a bit, bringing himself so that his groin was more or less aligned with Kevin’s. The human could see something parting in that area, a slit that was hard to see unless it was opened up like that...all he could do was watch as something pushed out, slowly growing from there. At the same time, he felt a buzzing in his cock and balls that made him groan, and he felt himself involuntarily getting hard. Dammit...is he just a pervert? Molesting me while I can’t do anything about it...

But he soon had another concern, because while his had reached its full size, Adzic’s was still growing. And he could only watch helplessly as the tip pushed past his own, and the girth swelled out to cover his. And not even by a little bit...by the time things seemed to have stopped, it was clear Adzic significantly outclassed him, half-again as thick apart from the pointed tip and close to two inches longer. Are you...are you fucking serious? There’s...there’s no way…

“Well now...looks like you can see the truth for yourself. What do you say to that?”

Kevin didn’t want to say anything, but again there was a click at the back of his brain, and his mind responded involuntarily. “Yes...you’re the superior male.”

Adzic’s grin widened. “Indeed, that I am. And that means I should be in control here, does it not?”

“Yes, sir.” Why did he say that? The thing was toying with his brain...then he remembered. Adzic had said he had to admit and accept that truth and everything it meant. He knew Psychics could do things to people, one of those things were getting them to agree to ‘contracts’ that they could enforce with their powers - and whether the person knew it or not, if they agreed, it gave the Psychic an opening to enforce it that couldn’t be revoked. If he’d been awake, his body would’ve been trembling…he’d just given Adzic a blank check to act on him, and surrendered any possibility of resistance.

“Now then...since I’m the superior male, you must agree that it doesn’t do for me to be the smaller one here. So, let’s go ahead and fix that right now.”

More buzzing through his body, and NOW he was definitely feeling a change. It felt like he was being compressed, a pressure on every possible point of his body pushing inwards, making him shrink down smaller. It wasn’t painful, but definitely strange and uncomfortable, and he was grunting and groaning and moaning as he endured it, trying to break out of the hold he was in and failing miserably. Smaller and smaller he got, and larger and larger Adzic looked...Abras had never once seemed imposing to him, but as he felt himself get brought down the size of the sleepy creature looked more and more daunting. He felt an inner intimidation that was fighting the mental protests, trying to silence them and remove yet another barrier from Adzic’s complete control of him.

Adzic wasn’t content making him the same size; he was at least a few inches shorter by the time the shrinking stopped. It seemed like a lot more, though, as now Adzic was kneeling over him rather than lying on him, and his larger frame loomed over the human. “Much better...now you’re in the proper size for a servant. Hehehe, and down here, you’re looking like a right total bitch…” He pinched the human’s diminished cock, which was indeed tiny at this scale, making him whine a bit. It wasn’t even a comparison to the monster that was still engorged between the Abra’s legs, he was so puny that the shadow of that dong almost totally concealed him.

“This’ll be useless for anything. And you won’t need it anyway, you’re a servant and servants aren’t sticking it in anything, they’re getting it stuck in. So I’m sure you won’t mind if your master sucks up that tiny bit of maleness for himself. After all, it’s not like you have much left to lose.”

Again an involuntary “Yes, sir,” slipped from his lips; the changes were making his fight decrease more and more. Didn’t he always think bigger was better? Wasn’t that a dogma he lived by? So surely the Abra was better...so if he wanted something, he had a right to take it, didn’t he? As this assertion came through, he felt another sensation, this time a pull, like the very essence of his being was being dragged out of him...both he and the Abra were glowing, and there was a faint waviness in the air between them, going from him to Adzic. What little he had left downstairs was shrinking, and despite the discomfort it felt strangely good…

As he was shrinking, Adzic was growing. Not just downstairs, he was getting a bit more muscular overall, and gaining a couple more inches in height. The power of his mind seemed to be amplified, too, even though that seemed unnecessary by this point...Kevin could just feel that radiance from him, telling him to give in to him and worship him like the master he was. Though, he still couldn’t do anything - he was technically still asleep. All he could do was witness the disappearance of his cock, and the formation of an opening between his legs as the writhing and twisting in his core intensified, a restructuring to put something new in place. When it was done, he could see the effects of the Abra absorbing his maleness...a fair bit more physical size, tone, and power, and another inch or so of slightly thicker Pokédick.

“Ho, wow...I did not expect that RUSH...damn, that must be something like what Fighting-types feel…” Adzic shook his head a bit, then looked down over his handiwork. “Now THIS is more like it. The perfect size and shape to serve Pokémon. And what better, I think, than to start with your master…”

Kevin’s body started to move - at first he thought the Abra was controlling him like a puppet, but there were no pulls on his limbs, just a movement that he wasn’t in control of. Turning over onto all fours, his face brushing against that daunting Abra cock...he tried to tell himself to struggle, but his brain was refusing to concede to his efforts, and he realized that even that token resistance of his mind wasn’t that strong, conflicted by a growing desire for his master’s power. He was so big, so much stronger, so authoritative, exactly the image of a master that he always held in his head, the figure he’d always aspired to...this was completely unfair, it was bad enough that Adzic had roped him into the psychic contract and warped his body like this, now he was using Kevin’s own mind to break him! And it was working far too well…

“Isn’t this so much better?” Adzic remarked as he poked his cock at the human’s mouth, Kevin starting to lick almost involuntarily. “You would have been a miserable person, one of the worst kinds of trainers...odds are you would have lost your license within a year, if you lasted that long before one of your Pokémon snapped and went off on you. This way, you’ll be a lot less worried about some stupid reputation and you’ll be making Pokémon happy...sounds like everyone wins, really. And I can already tell how enamored you are with me...heh, you’re gonna make a really eager bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Even though his mouth was occupied, Kevin’s mind could respond perfectly fine, and of course it was in the affirmative. He took the tip of Adzic’s dick in, pushing himself down on it and letting his hands take hold of the Abra’s legs. It was so big compared to his current size, he could feel it stretching his jaw as he worked it in, poking the back of his throat...no gagging, it was like he wasn’t even allowed to, though that was kind of a blessing in some ways. It wasn’t helping the feeble protests in what was left of that part of his mind that Adzic’s taste was actually quite appealing - light, slightly sweet, vigorous without being particularly musky. He could hear himself moaning as he pushed down further, slurping over the tool and reveling in the taste of it, and being rewarded with spurts of precum into his mouth and throat. The more he swallowed, the quieter that resistant part of his mind became, and the more he felt comfortable and happy under the control of the Abra.

But he didn’t quite get all the way there before Adzic pulled out of him, leaving him to whine a bit in disappointment, though the taste was still fresh on his tongue. Adzic snickered at the reaction. “Don’t worry, pet, you’ll have plenty of time to taste me. Right now, though, I want to get this all settled in for good, so that I don’t have to feel reality trying to fight back any. So why don’t you lean back and spread your legs for your master? I’m sure you’re feeling a nice need to be filled right about now…”

Just as soon as Adzic said it, Kevin DID feel it, a heat and tension in his new cunt that made him start to squirm. Even though he was completely unfamiliar with this, his mind was telling him that that was what it felt like to need a cock inside him - no doubt Adzic was making sure he knew that. He leaned back in the grass, stretching his legs wide open and exposing himself to the Abra, that quiet part of his mind trying to break in and tell him to think about what the Pokémon had said, that doing this would make sure he would stay that way, and failing miserably as another part of his own mind told him how much he wanted that. His heart was pounding harder as Adzic stepped over and bore down on him, his thick tool pressing against Kevin’s wet snatch. Even that first touch felt incredible, a pleasure he couldn’t remember getting from any masturbation session he’d ever had before this.

Adzic grinned as he leaned down towards Kevin...even though he wasn’t speaking out loud, he was modulating his voice to sound like a whisper in the human’s ear. “Hah...I can feel you twitching down there. You can’t wait for this, can you? Don’t worry, I’ll show you exactly what you have to look forward to as my servant…” And with that he thrust in, burying himself deep inside Kevin and filling him with that smooth cock. The human cried out audibly, his body reacting in its slumber to the intense stimulation, back arching and pussy clenching around the invader, like it was trying to keep it inside. The pure rush of pleasure racing through his brain, unhindered by any reservation or uncertainty, was making him shiver and tremble in bliss, dealing a fierce blow against that last bit of his mind holding out.

And Adzic continued to pile it on, thrusting in with surprising speed and force. He was clearly using that new muscle to great effect, driving in to the hilt on every thrust. The human’s body put up no roadblock to that cock going as deep as possible, like it was wired to accept him totally and completely, ensuring that Kevin could get the maximum fill that he could possibly experience from the Abra. He could feel the Abra’s hand on him, holding him firmly and sort of pinning him to the ground as he pounded in over and over, spreading his precum all over those walls and making the sensations more powerful by the moment as he added a bit of psychic buzz to Kevin’s loins. Each action got the human moaning and crying more, and as the pleasure built in him he could feel sudden bursts of orgasmic glee hit him, making him rock up and down and strengthening the submissive desires even more...though, each one only wound him up further, pulling him closer to the edge of something even more momentous. Something he very much wanted, and was encouraging the Abra to bring to him…

“Yes...sing for me, show your master how much you want him, how much you need him…” Suddenly Kevin realized that was Adzic’s actual voice. And it hit him, at some point he’d woken up, as had the Abra, and they were going at it in the waking world, not just in slumber. The darkness was still all around them, but everything else was so much sharper with his mind totally out of the fog of somnia - including the violent pleasure coursing through his body, especially his groin, driving him much more quickly to the edge of his release. And finally, everything broke through, and his last hint of reluctance crumbled as he cried out loud, “Yes, please, master, seed me and make me yours forever!”

Adzic did just that, ramming in over and over at top speed and powering himself to the pinnacle. It took only a score of seconds for him to finally reach that finale, and he cried out as he slammed in one more time and unloaded, spurting his potent spunk into Kevin. And that was all it took, the ecstasy crashed over Kevin, making him see stars as he gushed along with Adzic, his own new strain of cum splashing around that dick and joining that psychic jizz as his world rocked hard. He felt his mind snap into his new mindset fully and completely, no trace of fight left as the contract was sealed and his body was locked into its new shape. All he cared about now was that Adzic, his wonderful and powerful master, was filling him so full it was making him stretch a bit inside, and it felt so absolutely wonderful that he couldn’t imagine ever NOT having wanted it.

He felt Adzic fall on him, holding him tight and keeping his cock buried inside as he enveloped the minute human in his arms. He seemed a bit worn by that exertion, though not nearly as wiped out as Kevin was, he felt a great deal of fatigue from the power of that rush of euphoria that was only just fading away. His cunt was still plugged up with the psychic’s cock, and he wasn’t sure he ever wanted it to leave...though, he knew even if it did, it would be back soon enough. “Thank you...master…”

“My pleasure,” Adzic responded smoothly. “See, isn’t this so much better? You’re going to make people happy other than yourself...and you know you’re going to be quite happy as well.”

“Yes, sir...I’m looking forward to it. You’ll make sure I’m in that awake-sleep if you do that to me again while I sleep, won’t you?”

“Of course. Asleep or awake, I won’t deny you your pleasure ever...you’ll get to know all kinds quite well before long. And you’ll know a lot of different cocks, too...you’ll wonder how you ever went without.”

“I really hope so, master.”

“Good, good. But it’s still late, and I still feel like sleeping for real...so let’s get some shut-eye before we start practicing.”

Kevin nodded, and nestled into the Abra as he quickly drifted back off. It was going to be a very different path than the one he’d envisioned, but now he could see that what he wanted before was never going to be what brought him satisfaction...this would be so much better. And he would be able to look forward to it every day with his new master, and enjoy the power he had that he couldn’t have appreciated before.