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Adam had found himself having these dreams before. They had started a few months ago, and for the first couple of days after they were little more than a hazy memory. They had grown stronger with every day that followed, growing more vivid as time went on. Although he didn't exactly find it to be a bad dream, it was so strange that he didn't know what to make of it. It was always the same; blank white walls that surrounded him on all sides.

He was dressed in a pair of red and black checkered pajama pants, a plain white shirt on over top – it was the same outfit he always wore to bed. The shirt was a bit short for him, emphasizing the muscles in his biceps, as well as the flat stomach he had. Standing at six feet tall, he was a bit of an imposing man, his skin tanned from constant days spent travelling. Adam had spent a lot of time on his pokemon journey, and his body certainly reflected it. His brown hair was cut short against his head, more so out of practicality than for fashion reasons.

It might have been unnerving if he had been alone, but he always had a companion in these dreams. His gardevoir, Celeste, always stood across from him. There was little to indicate his gender besides his flat chest. It was a curse of his species that even the males appeared feminine, with soft facial features, long eye lashes, and shoulder length green hair. He would usually stand there staring at him for a few moments, before beginning to approach him. After a week straight of these dreams, it had started to strike him just how unusual it was to continually dream about him.

The dreams had started off innocently enough at first, with the gardevoir simply standing across from them. Eventually, though, they had started to grow much lewder. The psychic pokemon had started to approach him eventually; at first, the dreams had always cut off before he reached him. After a month it got to the point where Celeste had managed to touch him, little more than a gentle caress of the cheek. It had felt so realistic that he had woken instantly, practically jumping out of his sleeping bag from the shock.

Adam wasn't exactly willing to tell his pokemon-especially Celeste- about the dreams he had been having. They had only gotten stronger in recent weeks, more vivid and more personal than he would have liked. In his dream, the gardevoir had surprised him once by dropping his dress to his feet, allowing his lithe, slender body to be seen. There was no reason he should have known what the psychic type looked like under his dress, but some part of him knew that this was accurate.

His undergarments were very similar to what a human woman would wear, especially when it came to his body type. Celeste wore a bra and panties, both a bright white in coloration with small frills on the side. They hugged his body tightly, emphasizing his groin and pert rear end. No matter how hard he tried to keep his eyes away, he couldn't resist allowing them to drift down to the -admittedly small- bulge in his panties. These dreams had continued for a while, and after the second time he was ashamed to admit that he woke up with a hard-on. It had become a bit harder to look the gardevoir in the eye during the daytime after seeing so much of him in his dreams.

The thought that he might be attracted to other men – and a pokemon at that - disgusted him. In truth, he was more repulsed by the idea of being with another man than a pokemon. Pokephillia wasn't against the law, but it wasn't exactly accepted by everyone. Even with the stigma attached to it, he couldn't deny that there were some pokemon that he found attractive. They had always been the more human figured ones, which made it all the harder for him to resist the desires he had started to feel for Celeste.

When he laid down in his sleeping bag for the night, it had seemed like he had only closed his eyes for a second before finding himself here. Right away he could tell that this was new, the subtle smile that usually graced Celeste's face was replaced by a smirk he had never seen before. His arms were crossed over his chest, the aura of satisfaction rolling off of him. Even when he was a kirlia, he had been rather reserved, but when he evolved into a gardevoir he never seemed to be truly, outwardly happy. As he watched, the psychic pokemon slowly lowered his arms to his side and began to walk towards his trainer.

The sound of his footsteps seemed to echo off of the wall, the white dress he wore swishing around with each step. Adam always found himself correcting others when they assumed that the psychic type was a female. It wasn't hard to understand why they would think this, and although it always seemed to upset Celeste, the pokemon never said a word. The human couldn't move so much as an inch from his position, forced to watch the approach of the grinning pokemon. The look on his face had grown almost vindictive, but that grin never shifted.

As he walked, his eyes briefly flashed with psychic energy, before the zipper on the back of his dress began to undo itself. The dress simply fell away from him, revealing the pleasing sight that had graced his dreams for so long. The psychic type brought his hands up to his chest for a moment, allowing his long, three fingers to trail along the front of his bra for a moment. There was clearly nothing there for him to show off, but that didn't stop him from opening his mouth in a silent moan. His hands didn't stop roaming himself for a moment, his green tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he continued to approach him.

Celeste didn't stop until he was a mere foot away from his trainer, the shorter pokemon reaching up slowly with one hand. His skin was incredibly soft as it touched his cheek, just barely caressing him like a lover would. The gardevoir's touch reflected his psychic nature, skin incredibly soft and smooth; it felt so real, too. To his surprise, he would find himself beginning to lean down towards him, his body almost moving against his will. His heart began to race when he saw the shorter male's lips puckering, hand holding on to his face a bit tighter as he began to move up to meet him.

Their lips met together firmly, his eyes going half-lidded as the smaller male's arms draped around his shoulders. Adam was at a complete loss, his hands pressing against the small of the gardevoir's back before slowly running down his spine. It all felt so real, especially when he found himself with a handful of the fem boy's rather plush, soft rear end. This caused the smaller male to moan into their kiss, their lips spreading apart and the tips of their tongues meeting.

Everything went black for a moment, before he suddenly jerked upwards. It took him a few moments to remember where he was, a cold sweat covering his body. The sense of panic that filled him had already begun to diminish. The familiar sight of the inside of his tent slowly began to bring him back to reality, his hands trembling as he threw his blanket off. By the light shining in through the side of the tent, he could tell that the sun was just barely starting to rise. As he moved into a sitting position, he would reach up and rub his eyes; he still felt exhausted, even after a night's rest.

He groaned loudly as his eyes landed between his legs, at the rather large bulge that pressed up against the sleep bag. Heat rose to his face before he fell back onto his bedroll and sighed loudly. As if it hadn't been bad already, this last dream just added a whole new aspect to his predicament. It took a few minutes to try and calm himself down, his racing heart beginning to steady. “Arceus damn it, Adam…" He closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath before allowing them to open once again. The light was shining into his tent a bit more strongly now, making him begrudgingly accept that he had to get up.

The thought of how close he had gotten to his pokemon in his dream was at the forefront of his mind. It stuck with him even as he got out of his sleeping bag and began to get dressed for the day. He tried to convince himself that it was just a fluke, that it was just another dumb dream like all the others he had had over the last few months. Even as he pulled on a pair of well-worn blue jeans, however, he couldn't deny that there had to be some reason he kept dreaming about him. He completed his outfit with a clean white shirt, and a black and red trainers' jacket to go over it.

By the time he was dressed, the worries had started to diminish from his mind. It never really stuck with him too long, his mind quickly moving on to more urgent business. As he unzipped the entrance to his tent and stepped out, it was already completely forgotten about. The campsite he had picked was tucked against a hillside in the center of a copse of trees that helped hide it from sight. It had become rather lived-in after the last couple of months; there was a small fence made of branches and fallen trees that his sceptile had taken the time to gather.

They had been out here under Adam's command, ever since their embarrassing defeat on the way to the Elite Four. He still remembered it, when he was just about to leave Victory Road, his rival, Vanessa, had stopped him. She was, at least in his mind, a total bitch. She had purposefully waited till he picked a treecko and then chosen a torchic for herself. The type disadvantage had plagued him whenever they ran into each other, with her planning her team around his own pokemon.

He had gotten so close to beating her as well, the both of them having gotten down to their last pokemon. Celeste was his last pick, still a kirlia at the time, going against Vanessa's mienshao. It filled him with envy that she had such a rare pokemon; a family member in Unova had sent it to her, as she so happily bragged. Adam had specifically planned this out throughout the battle to make sure he had the type advantage in the final match up. The female mienshao seemed nervous about her chances, but…Celeste choked, badly. It almost seemed like he was pulling his metaphorical punches when he delivered his attacks.

Vanessa had managed to rally her mienshao at the last moment, urging her on to use detect to block Celeste's psychic attack, then poison jab to finish it. He still remembered the sight of the psychic pokemon falling to the ground, as well as the laughter of his rival. That was what brought him out here in the wilderness so far from civilization, where the pokemon were more aggressive and plentiful. They had spent the last two months training every day, whether it be through sparring with each other or the wild pokemon that lived around here. It had taken a month of training for Celeste to evolve from a kirlia to a gardevoir; after his vibrava evolved, he would take the chance of returning to try again.

Adam took a moment to slowly look around the surrounding area. His pokemon chose to sleep outside of their balls at night, but they never got too far away. High above the camp in one of the larger trees he could see his sceptile-his first pokemon- still fast asleep on a branch. Next to him, with wings tucked up around itself was his vibrava, the dragon pokemon's flank slowly rising and falling. When he heard the sound of metal scrapping on rock, he looked towards the hill his tent was set next to. His aggron, the only female on his team, had taken the liberty of digging into earth, creating a small den that she shared with his absol. The large steel type was pulling herself out with a bit of a grimace, dirt showering down on her when she finally managed to step free.

There was a yelp from deeper in the den before his absol darted out, shaking its white coat free of the dirt that had fallen on him. As a mostly nocturnal creature, Adam had been doing his best to force him to sleep at night so he could train with the rest of them during the day. This had left the pokemon noticeably exhausted, it's eyes barely even keeping open as it moved to lay down next to the remains of the fire from the night before. He didn't even give Adam so much as a look when he came over, curling up on his side and turning away from the human. The tension in the camp had gotten very high over the last few weeks, stoked by the constant, grueling training Adam had been forcing them through.

The last two members of his team weren't in sight, but he wasn't worried about it. His manectric was always an early riser, the electric canine taking the liberty of patrolling the land they had staked out. That would leave only Celeste to find, but it only took him a few moments of looking before he noticed the psychic type. He was sitting cross legged on a stump near the edge of the copse of trees, eyes closed tightly. The psychic type had told him more than once that he preferred not to be disturbed while he was meditating like this; he always got so moody when Adam tried to get his attention.

Adam knew why the psychic type was so testy. He was mad that instead of being handed a dawn stone and allowed to evolve into a gallade, he was forced into this incredibly feminine body. Celeste had made his anger about it known multiple times in the past, and it wasn't until after he evolved that he found out the real reason he had lost. The psychic pokemon had been attracted to the mienshao, and as such had been very unwilling to hurt her. He had been so worried about creating a better type match up that he didn't consider his pokemon had a personal reason for his shortcomings.

He had told Celeste more than once that there was nothing they could about it now. He didn't appreciate his trainer's callous regards towards his emotion and made it very well known. At times he worried that he had taken it too personally, as if he had just decided to do it to spite him. Intentional or not, Adam didn't see any real reason he should apologize; he was the trainer, he knew what was best for the team.

The camp began to come to life as he began to stoke the fire that had burnt out overnight. Leaves fluttered down around his head as his sceptile began to stir, the sound of claws on bark signaling his beginning descent. The loud hum of his vibrava's wings filled the air before he saw the insect like pokemon dart out of the branches. It hovered in mid-air for a few moments before shooting down and alighting on his aggron's shoulder. The larger pokemon didn't spare him more than a look as she moved to the side of the fire and sat down, grunting as her large tail curled up around her.

“Morning, guys." Adam barely so much as mumbled a greeting before throwing a few more branches on the fire. He could tell they were getting tired of the constant, daily grind, but he wasn't going to be satisfied until he knew for sure they were ready. “Today I want Hera and Lance to go to the river outside of camp. I want you to practice your moves in running water. Don't give me that look, it's for your own good." The vibrava seemed to cringe at this, crawling back a bit further back on Hera's shoulder as the aggron simply frowned at the order. “I know, but the sooner the two of you learn to put up with it, the sooner we can move on."

The sound of bushes rustling nearby caught his attention as his manectric pushed free of the vegetation. It's blue and yellow coat was covered with leaves and small twigs, the canine trying to shake them free even as his natural static electricity kept them clinging to his fur. He regarded his trainer much the same as Hera did, with barely veiled contempt. Adam didn't spare him much more than a glance before gesturing towards the campfire where his absol lay. The dark pokemon could barely keep it's head up, red eyes struggling to stay open as his trainer regarded him. “Ion take Rancor and see if you can help with his reaction time. I swear if I come back and he's napping again then you're both going back in your balls tonight."

As he turned away, he didn't see the manectric sticking his tongue out at him, but the look on the other pokemon's faces alluded to it. It was an immature, childish display, which he fully expected from the youngest pokemon on his team. Rancor had already laid his head on his paws before the manectric lightly pressed a paw against his side. The two looked at each other for a brief moment before the dark pokemon growled and began to stand. Even if they didn't at all approve of it, they had to obey their master's orders. Adam kept speaking as the two walked off towards a clearing outside the copse of trees.

The memories of his dream had already been forgotten as he once again directed Hera and Lance to their destination. The look the aggron woman gave him was enough to chill his bones; he was just happy she was willing to obey his orders. Having eight gym badges definitely had its advantages, especially after everything he had been through with his pokemon. They had always spent a lot of time training together, with Adam trying to push them to the extent of their limits. It had never been like this, however, nor had it ever gone on for so long; the sense of comradery had diminished to the point his pokemon were even short with each other.

Adam watched the two pokemon leave before he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. The heavy scent of pine trees hit his nose, signaling right away whom was behind him. “I know what you're thinking, Etch, and don't even start with me." The sound of a sigh reached his ears before the forest pokemon's fingers pressed down a bit more firmly against his shoulder. “You and I both know why we're out here. You were just as angry as I was when we lost." Adam crossed his arms over his chest as he turned his direction away from the pokemon behind him. “I shouldn't have to constantly remind them what we're here for…"

His eyes finally landed on Celeste who was still meditating on the stump outside of camp. Adam was about to take a step forward before the hand on his shoulder suddenly grew more powerful, almost squeezing him enough to hurt. It was enough to finally make him spin around on the sceptile, but instead of anger he saw concern on the sceptile's face. After everything they had been through together, he was the one pokemon whom he always felt comfortable confiding in. After the last few months, their relationship had become extremely constrained, however. The pokemon had found his trainer disregarding him more and more often, especially when it came to just what they were doing out here.

“I'm not going to lose to her again. And I'm going to be damn sure you're all ready when we get to that point." Even if the sceptile couldn't speak human, his facial expressions were usually more than enough to convey what he was thinking about. “Let it go, Etch. You need to be sharpening your leaf blades and working on your solar beam charge time. You've gotten sloppy." There was a tense moment where the two simply looked at it each other, neither willing to budge on the matter at hand. It only ended when the sound of a loud yawn filled the campsite, which immediately drew Adam's attention to where Celeste sat.

The gardevoir had begun to stir finally. His feminine body stretched out as he raised his arms above his head, working out the stiffness in his body. Celeste would only spare a look full of contempt in their directions, and after seeing they were both staring at him his face curled up a bit. His long, silky green hair was hanging in his face, obscuring half of it from view as he cocked his head to the side a bit. Adam would feel a brief sense of light headedness, the same feeling he always got when the psychic pokemon began to probe his mind. It never ceased to unnerve him; ever since he had evolved, the feeling seemed…different.

“I'd accuse you of staring at my chest, but whenever I catch you staring, it's at my ass." The gardevoir's voice rang through his head courtesy of the psychic's telepathy; it was soft with a feminine tone, but there was a clear tinge of annoyance. “I had the nicest dream, you were there, and you weren't a complete asshole." The annoyance had shifted to his face as he began to stand up, the bottom of his dress fluttering a bit before he stepped to the ground. “Should have known it was too good to be true." There was moment when the two's eyes met, the human seeing a brief flash of something in the pokemon's eye that wasn't obscured by his hair, but then it was gone.

Adam stood there for a few moments before roughly reaching up and swatting the sceptile's hand away from him. “Get to training, Etch. I'm not going to tell you again." With this comment, he left the grass type's side and quickly walked over to where the psychic type stood. There was only a soft wind blowing through the glade, but it was enough to kick up the bottom of his dress. It was brief, showing little more than the pokemon's lithe, green legs, but it was more than enough to make him hesitate. The memory of his dream came back to him, how he had groped his ass; it curtailed his bravado almost instantly, bringing a hint of red to his face.

Celeste didn't even need to look up from his stretches before commenting on this. “Take a picture, it will last longer." The pokemon's long, slender arms reached up above his head as he tilted forward, standing on his tiptoes. When he did this, one of the shoulder straps for his dress slipped down. It made him scoff in annoyance, before he grabbed it and quickly tried to force it back into place. “I still don't understand why you couldn't at least buy me an outfit that actually fits. You know, one that doesn't need a pair of fat tits to fit properly."

Etch released a small chuckle of amusement when Celeste went on like this. To him, it was a refreshing change to see Celeste seemingly making light of his form. Too often the sceptile had to listen to him complain about his current predicament; it gave him just enough peace of mind to go about his training. His fading footsteps signaled his departure from their side, leaving the two to their own devices.

“I'm not about to go all the way back to the city just to buy you clothes. Besides, we're the only ones out here, it's not like anyone cares." Adam grumbled under his breath as the gardevoir finally finished his stretches. Even if he complained about his dress not fitting, when it slipped once more on the final stretch, he didn't bother moving it back into place. It allowed Adam to see the corner of the white bra he wore, the slight frills apparent. He hadn't realized it, but his jaw had dropped a bit. He told himself it wasn't the same garment as in his dream, that it was just a coincidence. “And, uh…besides, I thought you didn't like dressing like a girl."

A chuckle from the psychic pokemon met his ears as the shorter male reached up with one hand. His fingers trailed slowly along his slender arm before he grabbed the strap and moved it back into place. “Oh, believe me, I have my reasons…" He trailed off after saying this, and before Adam could look into his statement, he turned away from him. “Do you have anything else you want to waste my time with? I already know what you're going to tell me to do, anyways." The look he gave him out of the corner of his eye, the smile forming at the edge of his lips, it all made Adam wonder just how deep the psychic pokemon could probe into his mind.

The first night he dreamt of him, he had worried that the gardevoir would immediately call him out on it. It wasn't exactly easy to keep a constant resistance up to his psychic probing; even when he was a kirlia, he had managed to dig deep into his memories. They had discussed the limitations to this, of course, as he didn't want him invading his privacy like this. It was a conversation they had never picked back up when he evolved, however. Adam had waited with tense anticipation over the weeks, wondering just when he was going to admit that he knew.

“Go use my psychic to pull up trees, rocks, bushes, yada yada yada. You know, a lot of the pokemon around here are getting pissed at us. Rancor was so tired the other day that he burned down two trees with his flamethrower. I still don't know why you insisted on teaching him that." The red eyes of the psychic type narrowed accusingly at this, before he raised one hand and pointed towards the direction the aggron and vibrava had taken. The bulky steel type had worn a trail through the tall grass, pushing aside small trees in her path. “Hera doesn't mean it, but she keeps using earthquake whenever one of the water pokemon get pissed at her. You've had her stand in that damn stream for weeks now." His eyes narrowed a bit before he scoffed at his trainer and shook his head. “I would be such a better trainer than you, and I'm not even human."

Adam's face had started to grow red from being called out like this. His lack of supervision had indeed caused quite a few problems around the area, but it was of little concern to him. “Yeah, I'm sure that you would." He scoffed a bit and before he could stop himself, he roughly grabbed Celeste's shoulder and turned him to face him. It surprised him by just how easy it was to move him, the pokemon not resisting at all; if anything, he seemed to shudder when he touched his shoulder. “Remember, you're the reason we're out here. Not me. I'm not the one that couldn't get over a stupid infatuation."

His fingers tightened on the pokemon's shoulders, the feel of his soft skin so tantalizingly familiar. A cold shiver went down his spine when Celeste's hand suddenly reached up and clamped down over top of his own. It was impossible for the psychic type to overpower the human, but for some reason he felt fearful. Seconds felt like minutes as the two stood there, before he felt it. A soft touch along the top of his hand, before he realized that it was the gardevoir's fingers tracing along it.

“It's easy to get over an attraction, huh? Is that why you keep dreaming about me?"

The question stunned him, and even when he tried to pull his hand away, he found he couldn't do it. The three fingered hand of his pokemon didn't stop for a moment, the touch gentle and almost teasing. His mouth went dry as his heart began to race in his chest, uncertainty filling his face. It was only when the psychic pokemon turned to look at him-that same vindictive grin on his face from his dream- that he realized it. “You…always knew, didn't you?"

“Who do you think has been giving you them?" He scoffed in amusement before spinning around to face him. Adam didn't know how to react as the soft fingers of the gardevoir landed on his shoulders, slowly rubbing them as he looked up at his trainer. “It was so annoying when I first evolved…did you know that most male gardevoirs only feel attraction to other men?" The probing touch in his mind had come back, this time pressing deeper than it ever had before. There was a brief moment of pain for Adam, almost like a needle was being driven into his forehead.

“I certainly didn't. I don't think they like to talk about it too much…" The pain in his head had already faded away, but he quickly found himself reliving his dream. His body stubbornly refused to move as the psychic pokemon pressed himself against him, his almost flowery scent hitting the trainer's nose. “Arceus, I was so damn pissed at you. I completely lost interest in Mimi, and then you had to go and treat me like I was the cause of it…So yes, I dug into that dense little rock you called a brain, and I had some fun." The mention of the mienshao's name brought a smile to his face before it slowly drifted away. “I didn't care that I was attracted to men when I was a kirlia, because I wasn't so desperate to be used. I wasn't a subby little bitch until I evolved. I was more than willing to give AND receive, but now…I just want to fucking bend over for anyone."

The way the psychic's red eyes flashed in anger caused his body to tense up. Adam's lips trembled as he tried to find something to say, only for Celeste to press one of his long fingers against them. It was embarrassing being treated in this way, and the only saving grace was that there was no one around to see it. Normally, he would have pushed him away, would have been furious that he had gone so far.

“Sure, at first I saw that look in your eyes whenever you came around me. 'Oh man, I hope he doesn't know I got a boner from seeing his butt!'." His tone flattened out as he mocked his owner, before his grin faded away into an angry scowl. “My mother always told me that when I found my trainer, I would do anything to protect him…" He leaned up on his tiptoes, their faces now mere inches apart. “I can't remember the last time I felt that way about you. Now myself on the other hand…all the others come to me with their problems, since I'm the only one that communicate with you."

Celeste's palms pressed gently against his chest. They were incredibly warm to the touch, rubbing his pecs through his shirt. His eyes had started to glow red, signaling the use of his psychic energy. It felt…strange. It was as if things had started to become more muted, all of his senses dulling. Still, he could not so much as open his mouth to argue this.

“So eventually I realized it…I would do anything to protect them." The probing touch came back to his mind, and with it the same pain he had felt before; it almost felt like his head was being split apart. No matter how much he tried to block it out, he couldn't stop the psychic's voice in his head. “Isn't that what a trainer is supposed to do? Protect their pokemon at all costs?"

“Do you know how easily the mind can be manipulated? You humans are so…malleable, so open to suggestion, watch."

His eyes flashed even brighter red for a moment, and before Adam could stop himself, he had reached around and firmly grabbed onto the gardevoir's ass. It was incredibly plush and soft under his fingers, even through the dress. The touch was enough to draw a moan from the smaller male, even if it seemed reluctant.

“I barely even needed to plant that idea in your mind…I've seen every inch of that little noggin of yours. I know everything about you…and I know you're not going to change your ways."

The pain had become intense, darkness appearing on the edge of his vision. It drilled into the center of his forehead, making him feel almost nauseous. Still though, Celeste didn't let up. By now, his warm breath was exhaling directly into his trainer's face, surprisingly sweet and reminiscent of pecha berries. By now, Adam couldn't hide his hard on, nor could he stop himself from squeezing his rear even tighter.

“It took me so many times invading your mind before I finally felt confident I'd get every scrap of what makes you…you. I've heard about it before, with spiritombs holding so many consciousnesses. They had some good advice for singling one out." His fingertips had begun to press into his chest now, almost painfully hot. “Those lucario would talk about the 'aura' that all beings possessed. You humans even call it a soul. Well…to me, it's just another part of your mind and just as easily manipulated." Celeste's eyes were glowing a bright red now, piercing deep into his trainer's eyes. “I can feel your heart racing…I'm not going to mess up, if that's what you're worried about. That's why I took months practicing…I don't want you getting off easy."

The two looked into each other's eyes for a brief moment, before Celeste kissed him hard on the lips. It felt exactly like it had in the dream, the pain in his head reaching a crescendo and forcing himself to squeeze his eyes shut. There was a sudden sensation like he was falling, his arms scrambling desperately at the air and clinging to the first solid thing he felt. It didn't last long, but he still found himself gasping for breath as his eyes opened. For a brief moment, he was confused as to why he couldn't see out of one of his eyes, but when a gust of wind kicked up, he got his answer. There was long, green hair hanging down over half of his face; it wasn't nearly as worrying, however, as the fact he was looking himself in the face.

“I have to say-woah, listen to me! I actually sound like a man!" A sudden squeeze to Adam's rump made him yelp in surprise and jump upwards closer to him. It was barely noticeable, but he could see a faint hint of red around the irises of the human's eyes. One of his body's arms wrapped around his flank, pressing him up against his side as he laughed in delight. “Oh Arceus, I can't feel the tug of my pokeball, I don't feel the urge to obey you…is this what being human feels like?" He grinned big down at him, his free hand coming down and gently brushing the hair from his face. “How do you feel? Everything still ticking up there?"

For his part, all the gardevoir could do was stammer, trying to find some way to answer him. It was too strange to be looking at himself, let alone being felt up like this. Celeste's former body was incredibly sensitive. The silky soft dress rubbing against his long legs would cause him to shiver. “I…I…" Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the warmth as his white face reddened with a blush. “This isn't…happening…"

“Oh, sure it is, 'Celeste'. Arceus, I always hated being called that; you know that's a girl's name, right?" He shook his head a little before chuckling a bit. The smile never left his face at this point; he was practically giddy with excitement. “Not that I have to worry about it anymore, I guess this makes me 'Adam'." With one more firm squeeze to the pokemon's ass, he finally released him.

It was incredibly disorienting for 'Celeste' as he tried-and failed- to keep his balance in this new body. He yelped in shock when the back of his legs collided with the stump the gardevoir usually meditated on. The impact as his back hit the ground was enough to knock the air out of him. At the same time as his back hit the ground, the bottom of his dress slipped upwards, the soft fabric pooling on his chest. The laughter of the new human standing above him caught his ears, and the realization that he was on display came moments later.

“Man, I never realized how uh…small I was. I was bigger as a kirlia, you know."

With his dress having slid so far up his form, his long legs and groin had been exposed. The sight of the white panties he had on, as well as the barely noticeable bulge left him staring in stunned silence. It took him a few moments to realize just how much he was being gawked at, before he grabbed the edges of the dress and quickly pulled them down. “T-This isn't funny, Ce- “

“Adam. That nickname was so dumb. You humans give us names like nothing; I had a name from my mom…that you made me forget, for a girl's name."

“I…I didn't mean to, but please, C- “

“It's Adam, now…and maybe not to you, Celeste," He smirked a bit and moved around the edge of the stump. He took his sweet time, knowing that he wouldn't run off. “But damn, is this ever hilarious to me. A few minutes in your new body and you're already showing off for me." One of his hands came down and gently gripped his cheek, his thumb pressing down firmly. The touch was surprisingly appealing; his hands were rough and calloused, a stark contrast to the pokemon's own. The redness had never left his face, his racing mind trying to come up with some kind of solution to his problem. It was getting a bit difficult to concentrate on that, however, as his thumb drifted lower, brushing against his lips.

“You know, as a gardevoir, I could never get the thought of having something in my mouth out of my mind…what do you humans call it? An oral fixation?"

The human reached down with his free hand to wrap it around the small of his back, helping him move into a sitting position. He didn't give Celeste a chance to respond to this before he rather rudely shoved his thumb into his mouth. The brazen act made his eyes widen in shock, even as his lips wrapped tightly around it on instinct. The shock was apparent on his face as his tongue twitched in surprise, before timidly brushing against it. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the feeling of having something in his mouth was rather pleasant.

“Heh, yeah, I thought so. Do you know how damn hard it was not to offer a blowjob to Ion or Rancor? I was alwayyyys staring at their balls."

The thought of the two canines instantly flashed into Celeste's head after he mentioned them. How many times had he seen them around the campsite, not to mention whenever he sent them out for battles? The two canines didn't seem to have any kind of modesty, their tails usually raised out of the way of their rear ends. Rancor's especially came to mind, as his shorter tail didn't do a very effective job covering his fluffy ass. The thought of those large, white balls sent a shiver down his spine, his heart beginning to beat faster in his chest. He didn't even realize it, but he had started to gently suck on his new trainer's finger.

“My, oh my…does that excite you? You know, I bet those damn dogs don't care just who they stick their dicks into. I bet if you went up and asked them, they'd let you suck them right down to their knots…"

Celeste couldn't keep the thoughts out of his mind any longer. His confusion and desperation at his situation could only keep them away for so long. Every word, every touch from Adam made him crave more and more. At first, he had been able to ignore the pressure that was building up between his legs, but now he knew for sure. Even with the dress on, he could feel his new manhood pressing against the front of his silk panties. Every movement was enough to make him gasp, the area near the tip so sensitive that it made his toes curl whenever it was touched.

Adam had leaned closer to him, his hot breath billowing out against the pokemon's ear. His thumb caught on his lip, pulling it down a bit and allowing his mouth to hang open a little. It was absolute heaven to see the confused look in the fem boy's eyes, the way his mouth trembled with uncertainty. “Don't worry, I won't keep you away from them when they get back…but I think I should do with you what you never did with me…" He let this trail off for a few moments, before his thumb finally slipped free of his mouth. “Some 'personal bonding'…trainers and their gardevoirs are supposed to be incredibly close, after all…"

It was almost disappointing for him when the finger left his mouth, his lips twitching from the sudden emptiness. “I... I don't want that" His voice cracked as Adam's fingers pressed against the small of his back, tracing along it slowly. The touch made him arch his back a bit, before Adam suddenly leaned down. He wasn't prepared when he pressed his lips against his neck, planting hard kisses along the soft skin. It made him shudder, his eyes closing a little; his body betrayed him as he moaned out softly, even as he tried to hold it back. “Ce…Adam…please…" His voice quivered as he referred to him like this, knowing that it was the only way he was going to get to him.

“Please what?" His breath was incredibly warm against his neck, the tips of his teeth pressing against his skin almost threateningly. “Please give you relief from all those selfish desires? Of how badly you want to get bent over, or to suck a cock? I don't think so…" He moved his hand away from his back before grabbing at the bottom of his dress. “If you had evolved me into a gallade, this never would have happened…now I'll just have to see if Mimi likes humans." He chuckled a bit at the thought of the mienshao, before flipping the front of his dress up.

No matter how hard Celeste tried, it was just like in his dreams. He couldn't make his body move no matter how hard he tried. His mind was a swirling maelstrom, his breathing coming out fast and heavy. His pride was practically destroyed, all he could think about was other men, and now he was being molested by his own body. There was no solution in sight, nothing that could help him focus on finding a way out of this situation. With a sickening thought, he realized that he didn't want to get away.

Ever since he had lost against his rival, he had blamed himself for not being good enough. It had always been at the back of his mind, gnawing away at him. It made him unwilling to show his face in public, and his main reasoning for wanting to come so far out in the wilderness to train. The crushing defeat had left him unwilling to try again; his lack of perseverance insulting to the pokemon that worked so hard for him. Now, though, all he could think about was the man whose hand had begun to slowly drift up his inner thigh. His mouth had started to water against his will, his eyes rolled upwards when he felt Adam's teeth catch on the sensitive skin of his neck. “A-Ahhhh…gosh…"

Adam hummed softly around his neck, allowing his teeth to press down a bit harder. He didn't stop teasing him until his finger tips pressed against the front of Celeste's panties. The touch was rather gentle, probing along the small bulge of his manhood, but being careful not to touch the incredibly sensitive tip. “Mmmm…you don't need to worry about that pride of yours anymore, all you need to worry about is all the boys you're going to have in you." Celeste could only pant in desperation, trying not to let himself fall into the role that his former pokemon had chosen for him.

“I was strong enough to resist my desires. I can only imagine how it must feel for you…" His words were soft and playful, but the faint tinge of lust was evident with every word. “To have all these desires…and only one way to relieve them…" Celeste felt his fingers brushing a bit faster along the base of his shaft; the constant teasing had him almost bucking his hips in need. The human was practically playing him like a violin at this point, clearly aware where all of his sensitive spots were and exploiting them. “Let's be honest with each other, Celeste. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to break this ass in, and then everyone else on the team is going to get a shot at it."

His words were emphasized by his fingers stroking faster along his shaft, nearing the tip with each stroke. The further up he went, the louder his partner would moan for him, growing more shameless by the moment. By now, a wet spot had clearly appeared on the front of his white panties, but Adam didn't even give him the grace of pulling the garment down. His breathing came out hot and heavy against his neck, underscoring just how aroused he was. Celeste allowed his eyes to drift down towards his old body's crotch, the sight not at all surprising him. There was a clear bulge in his pants, straining against the front of it a bit as the human shifted uncomfortably in his position. “P-Please, Adam…please…it's t-too…too much!"

Celeste immediately regretted saying this, as it caused his hands to squeeze up around his manhood. The soft silk of the panties was driving him crazy, the fabric growing damper with each drop of pre. His hips bucked upwards before he could stop himself, his eyes glazing over with the pleasure as it all rushed through him at once. His head tilted backwards, allowing him to avoid Adam's gaze as his hips bucked upwards with desperation. Celeste's small shaft twitched like mad before his small balls unloaded, causing him to groan in satisfaction. The white panties he wore caught all of it – barely three squirts, but enough to soak the white fabric and turn it partially see through.

After his climax in his new body, Celeste could only grin upwards at the sky, his tongue falling from the corner of his mouth. His face was just as red as it had been before, and he hardly noticed when Adam moved to set him on the ground. The shame of having climaxed like this came soon after, especially when he felt the sticky, damp sensation of the cloth grinding against his softening prick. “O-Oh Arceus…o-okay, you're done…now st-“ The sound of a zipper being pulled down caught his attention immediately, reminding him of what was to come next.

“You liked that, huh? Just a little rubbing is all it takes?" Adam seemed to be having a bit of trouble getting his jeans off, having never used clothing like this before. “I knew that I was sensitive, but oh man, you just can't hold back, can you?" He grinned down at the pokemon, watching him trying to regain his composure. By now, he had dropped his pants around his ankles, the front of his boxers bulged out by his manhood. One of his hands drifted down to rub himself through the fabric, before he let out an eager groan under his breath.

“Damn…you're way bigger than I thought you'd be. If I had known you were packing something like this, I probably wouldn't have been able to resist..." Adam made sure to watch Celeste's reaction as he pressed one hand against the bottom of his covered shaft. It amused him, seeing the conflicted emotions running through the gardevoir's eyes. “You want this, little psychic slut? You want to suck your own cock?" His hips rocked forwards a bit, showing off the bulge in his underwear. “I mean, I would have fucked myself, if I could have. A sexy, tight assed little gardevoir…when I was a kirlia, I would have killed for that."

The tone of longing in his voice sent a shiver down his spine, even as his face grew all the redder. As a human, he had never had another male lust after him; it was almost enough to make him prideful about it. To be desired, to have his body ogled like he was little more than a piece of meat…it excited him. His breathing came out a little faster as he watched Adam taking a seat on the stump. The human gestured with one finger, beckoning him closer and setting his hands at his side. “Come on, now…just tell me that you don't want to be treated like a whore. Just saying it."

Celeste's mouth felt incredibly dry, the words having difficulty forming as he moved so that he was sitting up. They were only a few feet apart from each other, his eyes locked on that large bulge. The slender gardevoir allowed his dress to fall back over his groin as he shifted to sitting on his knees in front of him. “A-Adam…please…I…you can't make me do this…" By this point, calling him by this name just felt so natural; Celeste was a name for a gardevoir like him after all. Although it was formerly his body, he could no longer consider it his own, nor could he possibly fathom using his name. Celeste just…sounded so appropriate. “Adam…please…" Even as he tried to deny it, he knew in his heart that he wanted this.

“I'm not making you do anything, little lady." He looked down at him with an almost predatory grin on his face, his legs spreading out as wide as they could go. “I'm just sitting here - and I can't believe I'm saying this - watching my new whore of a pokemon try to resist me." The callous tone only fueled Celeste's growing desire; he was so cocky, so confident that he had won. The feeling of his manhood pressing against the front of his wet panties made him shiver, his face growing all the brighter when he realized he was already growing hard again. “Bet you never had that problem, huh? If you so much as offered yourself to me, I probably wouldn't have been able to resist, and well…this probably wouldn't be happening right now."

Before he could stop himself, he had edged forward on his knees, his soft hands pressing down on Adam's thighs. His mouth was watering now, and before he could catch it, he felt a small trickle of drool running from the corner of his mouth. The shame, the embarrassment, all of it was building up in him, making his manhood throb with desire. Did he really enjoy being demeaned like this? Forced to prostrate himself before a more powerful man, even if it was his old body? Part of him wondered if it was just the instincts of a male gardevoir – like Adam had explained – or if some part of him had always craved this and was too afraid to admit it.

Since a gardevoir's hand only had three fingers on it, it took him a few tries to become familiar with using them. His fingers moved forward hesitantly, just barely brushing against the bulge in his boxers. It should have seemed more familiar, considering how many times he had used it in the past, but now it seemed incredibly foreign to him. Unlike Celeste, he had always known how big he was, an above average seven inches; he had always been proud of it. His fingers trembled when he pressed them a bit more firmly against the bulge, slowly tracing along it. He could feel the taller male's body stiffen as he touched it, slowly running his hand to the tip of it.

“Ahhh, that's it, that's what you want, isn't it? All a whore needs in life is a hard cock to be happy." His voice nearly trembled with excitement, his breathing a bit labored. As Celeste moved closer to him, he moved his hands to the gardevoir's shoulders. This served to both pull him closer and allow him to get to the zipper on the back of his dress. “You don't need to worry about anything else, anymore…just finding a man with a hard cock to please…" He almost sounded encouraging to Celeste's ears, his fingers catching on his zipper and beginning to pull it down. “Tell me…what are you, Celeste?"

A chill ran down his spine when he felt his slender, green shoulders being exposed to the open air. The act of being undressed like this by another man, his hands all over his privates, he just couldn't deny it anymore. The demanding look on Adam's face told Celeste what he was expecting to hear, and it made his white face glow all the redder. “I-I'm…" His voice cracked with the effort, but that didn't stop him from timidly grabbing the top of Adam's boxers. “I'm…a…whore." He could no longer bare to meet Adam's face, the sound of his laughter embarrassing him to no end.

Celeste's fingers caught in the elastic waistband, before he quickly pulled them down, leaving Adam completely naked from the waist down. The sight of his former manhood swinging towards his face left him gasping in shock. It seemed so much bigger now that he was on the receiving end of it. His jaw dropped as he admired the heavy balls, the girth of his shaft, and the purple tip that just begged to be touched. He had never noticed just how perfect it was; it made his mouth water shamelessly, his hands trembling when he set them on his inner thighs.

“That's right, and what do whores do? What makes a whore happy?" By now, he had pulled the zipper all the way down to the middle of his back. It was a little uncomfortable when he started to tug on his dress, and he reluctantly pulled his hands away from Adam's crotch. After lifting his arms above his head, he was able to help Adam slide the flowing garment off him with minimal effort on his part. “Tell me, what would make YOU happy?" Even as he asked this, his eyes roamed along his body, almost every inch of him exposed. Adam tossed his dress to the side with contempt before looking over his prize.

He was long legged, with a very lithe body and a flat stomach. There was no discernable trace of muscle anywhere on his form. Left dressed only in the white, frilly bra that covered his flat chest, and the bulging, soaked panties, he was completely exposed to the human's eyes. It allowed Celeste the first chance to really look at his new body, to see just how slender his arms and legs were, neither looking like they could do much physically. It was a stark contrast to his old body, which had packed on plenty of muscle from their time spent on the road. He swallowed hard when he realized that Adam was staring at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. It took him a few moments to form the words, before he looked down in shame and grumbled softly under his breath.

“…s-sucking…cock…"

“Speak up, slut! I don't even have my cock in your mouth yet, and you're already mumbling!"

“Sucking cock. I want to suck cock." Ever since Adam had forced his finger in his mouth, he had found the need to put something back in. It almost made him anxious, his tongue running slowly along the inside of his mouth. “I want…to suck…your cock."

“Well then, be a good girl and stop making me wait." Now that his hands were free, he pressed one of them rather roughly against the back of Celeste's head. The human clearly enjoyed his new strength, pulling his face down towards his crotch rather roughly. It caused his face to nearly be pressed against his hard manhood, the sharp tinge of sweat and musk hitting Celeste's nose and making it curl up a little. When Celeste was still Adam, he didn't like taking a bath every day in the freezing cold water of the stream, but now he wished that he had. The tip of his shaft poked against his cheek a bit, before his shaft ground slowly along his face. “Come on, don't make me tell you twice."

The only thing Celeste could do at that moment was stare at the large shaft, even as he pushed his hips forward to rub it along his face. He was once again having doubts, but they paled in comparison for his desire to follow through with what he said. It made him wonder if he could have gotten the same treatment if he propositioned the gardevoir when he was still human. His lips opened slowly, his hot breath billowing against the base of Adam's shaft, causing the dominant male to groan softly in response. “That's it…don't second guess yourself, you want, no…you NEED this, don't you?"

It made Celeste's lips tremble, every word pouring over him, filling him with the forbidden desires that he just couldn't shake. His eyes closed a little before his green tongue pressed free of his mouth. It was slender and dainty, just like the rest of his feminine body, but as it pushed against the base of Adam's shaft, he knew it was all he would need. The human's body started a bit at the touch, before pressing it up closer to his mouth. The first taste completely flooded his mouth, extremely salty and masculine, making him crave more of it almost instantly.

Adam would groan when he felt the psychic's small tongue rubbing along his base, before it slowly trailed to the tip. It trembled over every inch it passed, the fem boy's mouth hanging open in awe of it, his eyes clouding with desire. Adam knew at that point, that he had finally won, and he cemented it by pulling his face closer, grinding the tip against his lips. “You wanted to suck, didn't you? That means suck, you slut." He emphasized this by slowly rubbing his tip along his lips, smearing a little bit of warm pre along them. Even if he wanted to hold himself back, both of their bodies were still virgin, and neither quite knew how to use them yet.

Although he tried to resist it, Celeste's eyes slowly rose upwards, meeting Adam's own in a sign of submission. His lips pursed a bit around his tip, before his green tongue pressed against the bottom of it and he drew it into his mouth. It instantly struck him just how natural this felt, how much he wanted it. The realization hit him at once, that he couldn't stop himself, and that he was no longer able in control himself. His hands pressed against Adam's thighs, spreading them out a little wider in preparation for what came next.

His movements were clumsy, amateurish, but he clearly made up for it with his passion. The psychic pokemon closed his eyes as he began to bob down a little, allowing three inches of his shaft to enter his mouth. When his teeth would brush against it, he would get a warning tap against the back of his head, reminding him to be gentle with it. His tongue didn't stop its motion for a second, running all along the bottom of his shaft. This all felt so natural for him, his gardevoir instincts guiding him along and allowing him to adjust to it a bit faster than normal.

It would prove to be a blessing, as Adam didn't give him much time to get used to it before he pressed down a bit harder on the back of his head. “Oh Arceus…that's right, you like my big cock, don't you?" The grin on his face screamed satisfaction, that he knew he was in charge. He leaned back a bit on the stump, feeling the gardevoir gagging around him as his tip pressed into his throat. “Breathe through your nose, it's not that hard." He scoffed a little at just how quickly he had run into trouble, grabbing a handful of his green hair. “You better get used to this, because that mouth is going to see more traffic than the Slateport harbor."

The sensation of his shaft pressing down his throat made him squeeze down tightly on Adam's thighs. He had always had a sensitive gag reflex, having gotten nervous whenever he had anything too deep in his mouth. It had always been purely mental, however, and now he was going to have to get over it. With the trainer's hand on the back of his head, he couldn't move so much as an inch back. Hot drool ran from the corners of his mouth as he worked desperately to try and breathe through his noise like he suggested. Every breath he took was tainted with the scent of the more dominant male's musk, reminding him just what position he was in.

Thoughts of using his teeth to discourage the forceful deep-throating faded away almost instantly. He couldn't imagine doing something like that to another male, even if he was practically being choked on his cock. There were only a couple of inches left to go by this point, and Celeste seized on the chance. Before Adam could force him to take it, he willingly pressed his head forward, his nose pressing into the thick pubic hair around Adam's groin. The scent of it nearly made his head spin, so potent that he temporarily forgot the obstruction in his throat. He had taken all of it, he had swallowed a seven-inch cock…and he didn't want to let go of it.

The sound of the human's pleasure hit his ears moments later, his hips bucking against his face. It caused the coarse hair around his groin to grind against his nose and lips, making Celeste wish he had shaved it when he had the chance. His red eyes trembled before slowly opening, gazing up almost longingly at the pleasure stricken human. The two of them could only look at each other at this point. At that moment, neither had to be psychic to realize that both were happy with their positions.

Adam's hand loosened a little on the back of his head, before it slowly trailed through his green locks of hair. “Goooood girl…that's just what you wanted, right? You don't need, mmmph, to worry about being a trainer…or silly rivalries…" His hips continued to grind against his face, making the gardevoir's face curl up a little from exertion. Adam could feel his throat relaxing around his shaft as Celeste got used to the feeling of having it so deep in his mouth. “Now…all you have to worry about…is pleasuring the men in your life." His chest was rising and falling quickly, the salty warmth of his pre already leaking out onto his tongue.

With his hand no longer holding the back of his head so tightly, Celeste was given a small amount of control again. It still stopped him from pulling all the way off, but at this point that was the last thing he wanted to do. His lips were spread in a lewd 'o' around his shaft as he pulled back a few inches, the tip tickling the entrance to his throat again. He had to remind himself to breathe steadily through his nose, finding it easier to do when he was pulling the cock from his mouth. He only allowed three inches of the human's glistening shaft to escape his mouth, before he began to descend on it again.

It struck him just how quickly he was picking up on this; the discomfort of having his throat stretched not nearly as bad as it originally had been. He couldn't stop himself from drooling around the thick shaft, his tongue trembling whenever it touched against a bulging vein. The gardevoir's panties were tented out as far as they could go, but his hands stayed planted firmly on Adam's hips. To him, it almost seemed like it was more important pleasuring Adam's manhood than his own. It almost came as a relief to him as acceptance washed over him at that moment.

His trainer's manhood, his trainer's pleasure WAS more important than his own. Celeste's cheeks burned red as he slowly closed his eyes, his head cocking to the side a bit so he could get a better angle. His trainer's pleasure came first, of course, he was just a gardevoir, and that meant he had to follow Adam's every command. He couldn't resist murring in delight at this realization; as his former pokemon had said, a gardevoir and their trainer were supposed to be incredibly close.

The human's moans had gotten deeper and huskier by the minute, his shaft throbbing in his mouth now. His hand had reaffirmed its grip on the back of his head, and he had even started to push up a bit. It caused his shaft to nearly press against the back of his throat, making his red eyes shoot open in surprise. The human didn't give him a chance to get used to this before his other hand came up and he forcefully grabbed a handful of hair. When he suddenly sat up from the stump, it nearly pushed Celeste onto his back; when he grabbed tighter on his head, he realized Adam's true intent.

He had only a moment to ready himself before he suddenly pushed his hips forward, his balls smacking lewdly against his white chin. The sudden, forceful movement surprised Celeste, but as his trainer repeated the thrust, forcefully deep throating him, he found himself enjoying the rough treatment. It allowed him to sit there and slurp heavily on the hard cock in his mouth, his throat bulging out a little from the size of it. He was staring straight up now, seeing the look of concentration on Adam's face, the formerly boastful male rendered silent by his desire to get off.

The hard face fucking only went on for a minute before he suddenly slammed Celeste's face against his groin. The psychic pokemon's lips fluttered around his shaft when he felt the first, hot burst flowing down his throat. With how deeply he was planted in his mouth, it ensured that every drop of his seed was delivered straight to his stomach. The taller man didn't release his head at all, his fingers trembling a bit before they slowly began to run through his hair. “G-Good…good girl, Celeste…" He whispered under his breath softly as he tried to regain his composure, a sultry grin on his face. One of his hands came down to caress his cheek just like it had originally, his thumb brushing against his stretched open lips. “What did I tell you…oral fixation, just can't resist it, can you?"

Adam chuckled a little to himself, practically beaming with pride as he began the slow process of extracting his cock from his mouth. The gardevoir seemed to fight him for every inch, lips trembling around his glistening meat as it pulled free of his mouth. His tongue traced along the bottom of it, and when his tip was the last bit to pull out, it immediately darted up to lick across the sensitive gland. The response was a loud moan from Adam, and a few drops of his salty cum landing on his tongue. It was his first taste of seed, since his load had fired straight down his throat, and he quickly found himself wanting more of it.

Reluctantly, he was forced to release the last of it, once again filling him with that anxious sensation. It was easy to ignore, but he couldn't stop thinking about getting his shaft back into his mouth, especially when Adam pressed the wet length against his face. “I have to say, you're a natural cock sucker." His shaft ground against the pokemon male's face, smearing a bit of his saliva around on his cheeks. It seemed to only soften a little, before returning to its full hardness; even if he was a virgin, the former pokemon had been waiting a long time for this moment. “Tell me, whore. Doesn't it feel so much better to serve? You were never meant to give orders, were you?"

Celeste's face burned brightly, but he couldn't stop a small smile from forming. The taste of his trainer's cum was still fresh on his lips, the grinding of his shaft against his face making him groan softly. “It…it does…it feels sooo good…" He could feel his manhood twitching against the front of his damp panties, making his hips rock forward a little. His green tongue slowly ran along his lips, cleaning the last of his seed and a bit of saliva away from them. It was hard to deny that he had enjoyed that, especially when his tongue brushed against the prick grinding against his face. He almost whimpered as Adam pulled it away, sitting back down on the stump with his glistening cock standing tall. “I want more…p-please…"

Any desires for females had completely faded away as he slipped so naturally into this role; the conflicted thoughts no longer clashed in his mind. He knew what he wanted, and it was standing in front of him, as hard as a rock and covered with his saliva. Adam didn't need to so much as open his mouth before he timidly got to his feet, drawing one of his hands up to his face for a moment. He was nervous, although he wasn't sure why; some part of him worried that he would be rebuffed. It proved to be unwarranted, as Adam's hands wrapped around his back to receive him as he stepped forward.

It surprised him that Adam was being so gentle with him now, his hands slowly rubbing along the small of his back. He pulled him down into his lap, allowing the lithe boy to straddle his lap. The position caused his shaft to press against the front of his wet panties, drawing a gasp from Celeste. “I want…more…master…" Admitting this came hard for him, but it didn't matter anymore. His long arms wrapped around Adam as his trainer's hands moved lower, grabbing the back of his panties and beginning to pull them down.

“Don't worry, babe…I'll give it to you…" He growled softly into his ear as he leaned further over his shoulder. Celeste had to lean up a little when he felt the silky cloth beginning to slip down his inner legs. He was no longer trying to dissuade him, every movement he made was to assist his master. “That's it, good girl…you know what you want, don't you?" His reward came in the form of their shafts pressing firmly together once he dropped back down into his lap. The first thing he noticed was that his erection was a dark green in coloration, looking almost like an uncircumcised human's shaft with dark pink head hidden under a layer of skin. His balls were about the size of ripe oran berries, small but allowing him to almost constantly drool pre. It was dwarfed in size by Adam's own, not even half the size of the human's prick. “After all, I doubt you'll ever get a chance to use that useless little thing."

He chuckled a bit before grabbing the back of his bra next, expertly undoing the straps that held it together. It fell away, revealing his flat chest, his nipples a soft pink in coloration like the tip of his erection. He had a small, pink horn in the center of his chest like all Gardevoir, but it wouldn't get in the way. To Celeste, it felt weird being completely naked like this, his pokemon instincts making him want to cover back up. He hadn't realized just how comforting the bra and panties were, even if wearing them embarrassed him to no end. The worry due to his lack of clothing didn't last long, especially when Adam's hands returned to his supple, green ass and began to rub it. “Alright, babe…I undressed you, now finish doing it for your master."

As he gestured to his jacket and shirt, Celeste giggled shyly before slowly nodding. “A-Alright, sir…" His hands were trembling as he reached down and grabbed the front of the jacket, beginning to pull it off of him. Already he had forgotten just how muscular he was, his fingers tracing along his arms when he freed his arms of the jacket. The three fingered hand of the gardevoir slowly ran down his biceps, making Celeste coo under his breath softly. “Oh gosh…nnngh..." He could feel his shaft throbbing eagerly against Adam's cock, making him press his hips upwards a little bit more eagerly.

Adam clearing his throat reminded him of his duties, and no matter how badly he wanted to admire his body, he had to keep going. “S-Sorry, master…" The rather air headed giggle that left his throat made him blush all the brighter. He had been so mesmerized by the muscular male that he had shirked in his work. No longer able to contain his excitement, he grabbed the bottom of his white shirt and began to pull it above his head. This time, as the shirt pulled above Adam's head, Celeste was the one to initiate the kiss.

He couldn't help himself, their lips pressing tightly together as Adam raised his arms to allow it to slip off of him. As soon as it did, his strong arms wrapped around Celeste's back, drawing the two into an even deeper kiss. The gardevoir couldn't resist bucking his hips a bit faster against the larger shaft, desperately grinding against it. It felt so good, doing away with all of his inhibitions, giving up on the worry that he was doing this for another man. This was what he was meant to do, he told himself, his gardevoir nature corrupting his thought process.

When Adam's tongue pressed against his lips, he willingly opened his mouth, allowing it to dart in right away. The human wasn't gentle with his actions, immediately dominating the smaller male's mouth. The hands-on Celeste's back moved lower to once again grab a hold of his green rear, massaging and playing with his ass cheeks. They were soft yet firm, jiggling a little under his attention before his finger dipped into his ass crack. The first touch against his tight, pink pucker sent a jolt of desire through his body. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss so he could moan into the open air, feeling the finger pressing a bit more firmly against his rear entrance.

“What do you want?" Adam's eyes blazed with lust, locked on Celeste's own as he pressed his face closer to his. “What. Do. You. Want." He punctuated this by pressing his finger harder against his rim with each word. It was irresistible to the pokemon, and he certainly knew it.

Celeste's lips quivered in need as he pressed down against the exploring finger, Adam drawing it back whenever he tried to take it in. He felt like he was going to lose his mind to the desire, especially when he felt a second fingertip grinding against his pink rim. “I…I want…you! I want you to use my ass, master! P-Please! Ahhhhh!" His eyes rolled upwards, and he suddenly cried out with bliss, his hands squeezing Adam's shoulders tightly when he felt them slip in. His jaw dropped as his sensitive ass was forced to accept the human's thick fingers. It hurt a little without lube, but his body was made for this kind of rough treatment. “Yes, master! I want you!"

He unintentionally arched his back, almost like he was trying to pull away from the trainer's fingers. The feeling of his knuckles pressing against his hole made him whimper as they bottomed out, even as his tight ass squeezed around him. It wasn't enough, even when he pulled back and thrust them back in, the feeling wasn't enough for him. His mouth hung open, drool pooling on his tongue. His gaze dropped to look at the thick shaft between Adam's legs, the memory of how deep it had plunged into his throat fresh in his mind.

“You'll get it. Oh Arceus, you're going to get every inch of this cock." He growled loudly under his breath. He had started to pump his fingers quickly in and out of the psychic's ass, doing his best to stretch him out for what was to come. He had played with his ass when he used to inhabit Celeste's new body, and he knew just how sensitive it was. Even if it was a virgin ass, the way the gardevoir begged for it let him know that he could take it. “You were a pathetic fucking human. Now you have a use, a purpose, don't you?"

“Y-Yes, master! I have, nnngh, a purpose now!"

“And what is that? Tell me, little gardevoir whore…what reason does your master have for keeping you around?"

“I…I need cock! I need YOUR cock, master! I need it so badly!" His eyes glistened with lust and desire. He pressed his hands against Adam's shoulders, trying to bounce on the fingers. His teeth clamped tight together when he felt a third finger tip pressing against his puckered rear end, the grin on Adam's face fueling his lust. Celeste forced himself down on it, allowing all three fingers to stretch his rear open before he dropped down to the knuckles.

“Not just mine. Everyone's cock." His fingers rammed deeper into the gardevoir's tight ass, feeling his welcoming rim practically swallowing his fingers. “Etch, Rancor, Ion, even Lance's when he evolves. You're the team cock warmer, aren't you?" His voice trembled as he urged him on, his desire flooding over. Being a pokemon trainer clearly complimented him well, especially in Adam's old body. He sounded bolder, his confidence stronger than it had ever been before. Just like Celeste, he had settled into his new body well; with the gardevoir bouncing on his fingers, it wasn't hard to enjoy himself.

“I'm the team cock warmer! I'll…I'll fuck any man you want me to, master!" The last of his resistance had already faded from his eyes. Now all he could do was look at Adam with pure need, being used by more powerful men the only thing on his mind. “I'll fuck E-Etch, and suck Rancor and Ion's cock dry, I'll do whatever you command, just please, fuck me!"

The passion between the two males had hit the breaking point, especially when Adam saw this look of desperation on his face. He made sure to take his time pulling his fingers from the embrace pokemon's sensitive ass, delighting in the sight of his face curling up from the feeling. “Alright then, psychic slut…I think your boy pussy is all ready for me, don't you?" Once he finally pulled free of his tightly gripping ass, Celeste took the initiative.

It surprised Adam a little when the girly boy sat up, stepping closer over top of him and lowering his plush ass. Celeste felt the tip pressing up along the crack of his ass, the slick sensation of saliva grinding against his taint making him tremble. Although he was taking control for the moment, Adam's hands spreading his ass cheeks apart reminded him that he was still the sub here. With the assistance of his trainer, the tip would finally press against his tight rim, causing both of them to shudder with desire. After that, Celeste couldn't stop himself; with his hands planted firmly on Adam's shoulders, he began to lower himself down.

Celeste had to admit that it was interesting seeing the look on his former face when the tip managed to squeeze into him. With the vigorous fingering, he was more than ready to take the first few inches, but he still reminded himself to go slow. He wasn't too worried about the discomfort he was certain he would feel, but rather he wanted to savor every moment of this. “M-Master…" His fingers trailed along his shoulders as Adam's hands began to pull down on his ass, helping lower the psychic type onto him.

The sensation of being spread like this made Celeste's eyes flutter, his mouth dropping open in a silent moan. The tip quickly surpassed the point where his fingers had reached, forcing his virgin ass to stretch to accommodate him. It was made easier by the saliva that coated his shaft; it wasn't the best lube, but it was certainly better than nothing. The campsite filled with the sounds of the two men, from Celeste's high pitched, eager moans to the soft grunts Adam released. His hands pulled away from his ass before settling on Celeste's hips, guiding him down a bit better this way.

Half of Adam's shaft had already slipped into Celeste's rear, but the psychic pokemon was far from satisfied. His face reflected his neediness, how desperate he was to take it all in. Although he had wanted to savor it before, now all he could think about was getting every last inch in him, although Adam wouldn't allow that to happen. The way he cried out for it, desired it so strongly only made him want to toy with his pokemon all the more. He was finally acting like the wanton slut that he had always dreamed of controlling. At that moment, he was almost happy that he had been evolved into a gardevoir, as he never would have had this chance otherwise.

“Calm down, whore. You're going to get all of it." He grumbled a little in annoyance at all the whimpers and whines greeting his ears. It caused him to purposefully slow his descent, the last couple of inches still left outside of his tightly gripping ass. The pokemon's ass was incredibly tight and hot, squeezing around him just as well as a female's pussy. Every time he tried to pull back, he could feel Celeste tightening up around him, trying to stop himself from relinquishing so much as an inch of his master's cock.

The gardevoir struggled to think of something to say, of some way to request more from his master, but words completely failed him. He could only moan like the anal slut he was, giving whatever control he had left over to his trainer. When his hold relented on his shoulders, that was when Adam slammed him down hard into his lap. It took Celeste by surprise, his eyes widening before he tossed his head back and shamelessly moaned to the open sky. His hips bucked madly against the air, his small pokecock constantly drooling pre. “Ah! Oh Arceus, yes!"

Adam chuckled in amusement when he watched the gardevoir's puny cock bouncing against his stomach. He had almost lost it when he bottomed out in the girly boy's butt, especially with how surprisingly tight of a grip he had on him. With his hands pressed down against Celeste's hips, he could feel just how much desperate tension there was in them. His whole body was tense like a coiled spring, making him certain that as soon as he released his hold on him, he was going to lose all control.

Before he allowed this to happen, he smirked at Celeste and sighed contently under his breath. Celeste was looking at him so intently; it reminded him of how a growlithe would look at their master, eager to please. The last thing he wanted was for this to end, but he knew he couldn't hold on much longer after all this.

“What's my name…whore?"

“Adam! You're my master!"

“And yours?"

“Celeste! I-I'm your cock warmer!"

“Good girl."

That was all that he needed to hear to affirm that he had won. His hands finally released Celeste's hips and he set them on the stump he sat on.

As soon as his hands moved, Celeste pressed her hands down hard on his shoulders and pulled up quickly. His face was the picture of bliss as he felt every inch trailing along his sensitive ass, and he didn't stop moving till he got to the tip. It was a bit uncomfortable, but the pleasure and the knowledge that he was pleasing his master was all he needed. He almost allowed it to slip out of him before he quickly lowered himself back down on it, crying out in a high-pitched voice at the feeling. His ass landed in Adam's lap with a lewd smacking noise, but he didn't stop for a second.

Celeste huffed as he began to quickly build up a steady rhythm riding his trainer, both men moaning in delight with each movement. He could feel the human's shaft twitching in him, invading deep into his ass each time he hilted. It was the most pleasurable whenever he reached the deepest part of his ass, part of him recalling that it was supposed to be incredibly euphoric when a male's prostate was touched. It seemed to go double for male gardevoir, as on one particularly deep descent he felt it. Immediately, his shaft twitched before his lips quivered in pleasure, his eyes rolling upwards as he lost control of himself.

Everything was a vague blur after that, his hips rocking madly against Adam's lap as fast as he could go. His inexperience didn't seem to matter at that moment, his instincts taking over and guiding him. He didn't allow his lover to go more than a few seconds without being buried in his ass. After every few strokes, he would feel the human's tip ramming against his prostate, drawing pleasurable cries from him. He couldn't think, his body moving autonomously and constantly bouncing him on Adam's lap.

The only sounds he made were desperate cries of pleasure. His eyes had started to glow faintly, not that he could notice it; before he could stop himself, he had rammed his lips back against Adam's. He opened his mouth willingly for his trainer, his heart exploding with joyful passion from all the attention he was getting. The strong emotions had caused his psychic abilities to begin manifesting, but at this point they did little more than fill the two with an added level of sensation. The horn on his chest felt warm against Adam's skin, reflecting his passionate energy and making the human's skin tingle.

Celeste could feel Adam's shaft throbbing into him, the human's tongue dominating their kiss entirely. He was desperate to get off himself, but something told him that he needed to finish this, to receive his master in the way he was made for. Celeste could feel just how much sweat had built up on the human's body, practically drenching the psychic type in it and marking him with the scent of a more powerful male. It reminded him that he was owned, that he was meant to be used and marked by whatever man had his way with him. With great reluctance he broke the kiss, his lips trembling with desperation as he whispered one word to him.

“Master…"

Calling him this proved to be enough for Adam, his hands roughly pulling Celeste's hips down all the way onto his lap. This caused his tip to ram straight against the gardevoir's prostate one last time, sending the pokemon over the edge. The human cried out along with him before Celeste felt the warmth of his master's seed filling his ass. His own seed squirted all over his stomach, the measly load little more than a few strands of cum. The pearly white seed contrasted his green skin, making it very apparent. It didn't matter to him, it was the most satisfying climax he had ever had in his life. The edge of his vision went black as he collapsed against Adam's chest, allowing the human to wrap his arms tight around him.

The gardevoir lost track of time as his master held him there, neither male wanting to move. He could feel Adam's shaft twitching as he continued to milk the last few drops from his shaft. When Adam reached up to caress his face, he could only smile at him and giggle softly under his breath. He was absolutely euphoric; his own cock having remained semi-hard with the human grinding constantly against his prostate. It made him realize just how happy he was to continue, to do and experience more with the rest of the team. At that moment, however, he was content to serve as a cock warmer for his trainer, just like he wanted.

“That was…heh…that was really, really great." Adam chuckled as he said this, breathing a bit heavily to catch his breath, even as Celeste leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “I knew you'd get into it, but damn…you REALLY got into it." He stuck his tongue out at him playfully, before kissing the gardevoir back on the lips. “Don't worry, little slut…you're going to have plenty more opportunities to enjoy this." Although Celeste hadn't noticed his eyes glowing, Adam certainly had. He hadn't exactly been worried about it, especially since he hadn't had a chance to try and use his own powers since they switched bodies.

It didn't matter too much to him anymore. He had an eager, slutty pokemon sitting in his lap. He was a trainer now, and he was going to decide what they did next. Adam took a moment to brush the hair from Celeste's face, admiring the blush that lit up his face as he gave his ass a tight squeeze with his other hand. “When the others get back, you're going to offer them the same thing you offered me. After they've had their fill with you, we're going back to town. I'm going to find Mimi and Vanessa …and well, we'll just see where we go from there." He smiled a little, before lightly pressing one of his fingers to the gardevoir's nose in a playful manner. “Remind me, who's your master, slut?"

“You are, Adam."

“Good girl."