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Ben stood at the bottom of the gangplank in the shadow of the cruise ship, a cold sweat coated his palms as he imagined what might be waiting for him at the end of his intimidating ascent towards the deck. He had heard rumors of places like this, places where people were reeducated to better fit society's standards. This one however, wasn't for homosexuals. Those reeducation centers had been done away with years ago. This one was for... another reason.

The suitcase he was carrying had become burdensome. It wasn't overly heavy when he started, but his parents had dropped him off several blocks away before speeding off with barely a half-sincere “Good luck". Now his shoulder and arm were becoming sore and stiff. Ben set the suitcase down and flexed his hand to get some feeling back in it before reaching in his backpack and pulled out the letter which had the checklist of required items for the trip, reading it over once more for good measure.

“Hello Benjamin!

Thank you for volunteering for your next exciting adventure!

We have been informed of your particular illness from your loved ones and we promise

_that by the time you make it back to land, you'll be ready to reenter society with the _

friends you make upon the high seas

The trip you'll be embarking on will be a long one, so we ask that you come prepared.

Please bring the following:

- A weeks worth of clothes. Our trip will take roughly one month so the vessel has

been fitted with washing facilities. However, you will be responsible for your own

laundry. This trip is to help you find your way back as a functioning member of

society, and taking care of yourself is crucial.

_- Toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, etc. Plan accordingly. We will

give you replacements should yours break or run out. But remember; this is not

a vacation._

_- Partner: Your partner that you shared your unnatural affection for will be required

to be present as well. We have been told that their participation was consensual and

so they must be educated as to why what the two of you have done is not allowed.

Should they not be present, you will not be allowed to board and the authorities will

be called as part of the contract signed with your parents/guardians. Once you

board, you will be separated until the staff and crew feel the both of you are ready

for a normal trainer/pokémon relationship again._

_- Yourself: Should you not sign in before departure with the items listed above, the

authorities will be notified._

_We understand the hesitation and can appreciate the hard decision you had to make.

If you follow our instructions, we promise happy and healthy lives for both you and

your pokémon._

We're happy to welcome you on board the S.S. Tranquility!"

“For the best," Ben said shakily, repeating what his parents said when they signed him up for this. He said it again, trying to convince himself.

He closed his eyes and thought of his Blaziken. How she confidently held herself in front of others, the ferocious tenacity she showed in battles; and yet she was so tender with him when they were alone. All the ways she helped him through the years, from when he was just a young man and she his Torchic, until now as an eighteen year old and his Blaziken.

All those images raced around in his head, all the years together until they were caught. His parents were furious and nearly sent him to jail and euthanized Blaziken. But he was lucky. His mother had a friend of a friend who had the same thing happen to their son and sent them off on this ship. A trip that lasted a month or more and when they came back, not only were they cured of their poképhilia, but they had found a human partner.

Prison and death, or brainwashing. Those were his options.

At the very best, this way she wouldn't be killed.

“For the best," Ben said with forced confidence and drew in a deep breath, taking his first step onto the plank with baggage in hand. He would fight them. He would pretend to break for her, and he knew she'd do the same for him. They'd lie and act as though they had been cured, but as soon as they got back to land, they'd run. A month of Hell for a lifetime of happiness together.

He was the last to board it seemed, the last one to step onto this seafaring prison. The walk up the gangplank felt like an eternity. Every step Ben took towards the ship became heavier, and he took deep breaths as the nervous adrenaline took over and he fought himself to control it. Eventually he stood before the ticket taker who smiled cheerfully at him.

“Hi there! Have your ticket?" the woman said pleasantly and held out her hand. Ben hesitated for a moment, taking time to process the cadence of her voice. He had expected a rude, possibly even violent greeting and had even prepared himself for a dehumanizing experience, but this was somehow more unsettling. Realizing how he must look with his jaw hanging open, he quickly closed it and clumsily fished his ticket from his pocket and handed it to her.

“Thank you!" She scanned it on a small machine on a nearby table before dropping it in a locked box next to her. “Officer Miles here will take you to your room."

“Officer...Miles?" Ben managed to say before turning around and coming face to torso with a man who towered over him wearing an police uniform. Ben stood before the intimidating figure, speechless and forgetting to breathe. The nervous adrenaline that had been fighting was now released in full force. This man was the personification of what Ben had been expecting.

Officer Miles stood at nearly seven feet tall, broad shouldered, strong jaw and looked as if he was built entirely out of muscles. The uniform he wore seemed barely fit over his massive frame. He held out a hand which could have covered Ben's entire face and looked strong enough to crush a rock. This man eclipsed Ben who was barely five-and-a-half feet tall but still growing. But compared to the beast before him, he felt like he was a child again who was trying the patience of his father.

“Pokéball," Officer Miles said in a tone that made it clear it wasn't a request.

Of course, Ben complied. His hand shook as he pulled the pokéball from his belt and held it over the officer's palm. It was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life, letting the ball of his lover go. The ball seemed to fall so slowly, and a heaviness set in his chest as the nervousness became overshadowed by the pain of betraying his Blaziken, which solidified when Officer Miles' hand closed around it.

“With me," Officer Miles said, turned, and started walking with a steady gait that only those in the military had. Ben grabbed his luggage and quickly followed without question, never taking his eyes off of Blaziken's ball. He paid no attention to the doors and hallways they passed through until they finally stopped.

The outside must have been a clever facade, because the relaxed exterior of the ship hid what Ben had been expecting. They were standing in a dimly lit, claustrophobic metal hallway that reeked of stale sea water and sweat. The walls were covered with rust and he noticed that it was uncomfortably quiet and cold. Ben glanced around and found only a handful of ventilation ducts from where he stood, most in disrepair.

The two of them stood before a worn steel door with a small hole to the right. Officer Miles shrunk the pokéball, placed it inside then lowered the metal hatch, locking her inside.

“If it's not in there, you'll be escorted off the ship," Officer Miles said without looking at Ben.

“I read the letter," he said, trying to sound confident despite his shaking voice. A quiet whirring noise came from behind the hole, followed by a light flashing green above it. Ben felt like he won some sort of small victory. However, it was short lived when a muffled mechanical whirring noise started and he heard her pokéball being shot up the wall by a hidden tube.

Ben knew they were going to be separated, it was an inevitability of their situation, but his heart still dropped knowing Blaziken was being moved somewhere deep within the bowels of the ship. He wanted to say goodbye, to wish her luck, and to promise her that he wouldn't let them win. Instead, he was left staring blankly at a wall until the mechanical whirring stopped and the door next to him automatically opened.

Officer Miles placed a massive hand on Ben's back and guided him into the room, which was no better than the hallway. The room was small, metal, and illuminated by a single flickering light on the ceiling. Inside, there was barely enough room for a cot hanging from the wall, and a worn chair against a metal desk. All of which were fastened to the floor in some manner. It was cold, ridged, confining, and oppressive.

This was a prison.

“The ship will be departing in an hour," Officer Miles said, “Take this time to settle in." And with that, the door shut and locked behind Ben, but he didn't notice. His mind was still reeling from the situation he found himself in. This was his worst nightmare come to reality; he was alone here. His bags fell off his limp arms and onto the floor before he practically collapsed onto the cot, oblivious to how uncomfortable it was.

This was it. Ben wanted to scream or cry or punch the walls, but couldn't find the strength to do anything. Every emotional reaction he wanted to give fell into hollow numbness. Instead, he closed his eyes in an attempt to find solace in sleep and hoped he would regain some of his lost strength upon waking.

..........

“Attention passengers!" The room was suddenly filled by an overly happy voice covered by static which screeched off the metal walls, “The ship is now entering international waters. Your rooms will now be unlocked and we ask that you find your way to the auditorium. The crew will be happy to help guide you there. We know you all have many questions, but ask that you hold them until after the introductory meeting has been adjourned!"

Ben jolted up from his bed and looked around the room in a panic. It took him a moment for his hearing to return and make sense of what had been said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. How long had he been asleep? The door clicked and slid open, revealing the hallway and the many solemn faces that trudged by. Steeling himself, he stepped into the hall and followed the crowd, guided by the crew who were staring stoically as they passed. It didn't matter though. This was day one of hell and Ben was determined not to be beaten.

“Once you enter the auditorium, please line up according to your last name!" a woman yelled through a bullhorn from on top a small platform, “We have packages designated for each guest. Everyone must have theirs before we can begin!"

Ben did as he was told, entering the exceptionally large room and lined up behind several other people until he got his package. It was a small wooden box with an electronic lock on it to keep it closed. He didn't even try to open the box, it was clear that he wouldn't be able to. Instead, he kept with the crowd into the center of the room.

The auditorium was fairly impressive in size, easily large enough for an official pokémon battle. However, it was clear that wasn't the purpose of this room as it was designed for more casual gatherings. The floor was covered in carpet and the walls had painted in a wine-red color. Towards the front of the room was a stage with the curtain drawn and a microphone set in the center.

Eventually, everyone had their package and was waiting for something to happen. Crew members made their way through the crowd, shuffling people around so there were a few feet of space between everyone. The doors were shut and the largest crew members blocked the crowd to make sure no one left. Aside from the shuffling of feet, there was no noise in the auditorium until the lights dimmed and a man stepped from behind the curtain to the microphone. A single spot light set upon him as he began to talk.

“Hello everyone," he said in a cool and relaxed voice, “It is good to see you all here. I'm sure you all are tired and angry to say the least, so I'll do my best to keep this brief. My name is Marcus Rowe, and I am the captain of this ship and founder of this re-education center. I would like to begin this trip by saying to everyone that... I am terribly sorry!" The man lowered his head and bowed, as did the rest of the crew. Everyone who stood in the center of the room looked around, confused and apprehensive of what was happening.

“I am sorry of the way things had to be handled in order to get you all here. The letters, the police, and some of you had a spectacle made out of you. I am sorry that we had to send some of our staff to come and convince your families. I am sorry for the brochures and half-truths. For the undue stress we have caused you all. I am sorry for misleading you even when you boarded. I made you wait in the cramped quarters after for separating you all from your pokémon. That should never have happened, and as long as you are upon my ship, it will not happen again. This I swear to you all."

Ben stared at the man on stage while the murmurs of some of the other guests filled the room. They looked at the stage, the staff, to each other in confusion, but Ben and several others stood their ground and waited. Some may have just been baffled by the sudden change in atmosphere, a few were probably still coming to terms with their situation and were simply apathetic to what was happening. But after hearing the apology, Ben had to know where this was going.

“I know that words alone aren't enough to prove my sincerity, but I hope that this is a good first step towards trust." The man on stage straightened himself and pulled out a remote from his pocket and pressed a button. All of the boxes in the room let out simultaneous beeps and unlocked. Inside Ben's velvet lined box were a bottle of pills without a label, and what looked like a set of hearing aids.

“The box you were given as well as the items inside are my first gifts for you all. Please, put the devices on and be sure to take care of them, because we do not have many extra to spare."

Somewhere in Ben's peripheral a man shouted a curse and threw the box at their host. It arced hard and fast over the heads in front of him, spiraling wildly on its course to connect with the man on stage while the contents inside were flung out onto the floor. However, just before impact the box stopped and hung motionless in the air, suspended by a purple glow. Marcus didn't flinch nor did the crew move to help, instead they all seemed unimpressed, unfazed and even a few of them looked bored by the actions of the single member of the crowd.

“Again, please take better care of these boxes," Marcus said sternly, plucking the box from the air and holding the lid open. The dropped contents lifted from the ground with the same purple glow and carefully flew back into the box neatly before their host shut the lid once more.

“The crew on this ship are here to assist and aid you in any way you may need, but they are also here to protect everyone. Keep in mind that the rooms you came from below us are mostly just for show, but another outburst like that and you will be left in there until the crew feels you're safe enough to be let out again. Even if it means leaving you there for the duration of our voyage."

With that warning, the box lifted from Marcus' hands and returned to the member in the crowd who went back to their silence. Most thoughts of rebellion fled from Ben's mind. He had heard of other re-education centers using physical means to deter the root of the issue, however, what they just witnessed were clearly psychic abilities. But neither Marcus nor anyone else in the room showed any signs of using psychic powers, and human's psychic capabilities are far overshadowed by pokémon's, not just in strength, but distance as well. Ben knew it was best if he did as he was told and put the hearing aids on his ears.

“The second gift I have for all of you is once again in the box. Please, remove the pad the bottle and ear pieces were on." Marcus returned to his formerly pleasant self, a hint of a smile curled the corners of his lips upwards as he patiently waited for the audience to follow his instructions. Ben fit the pills back in place and carefully lifted the padded bottom out from the box, revealing a key-card with a number on it.

“A new room has been prepared for you all, and I promise that they are much more comfortable and accommodating than your last ones. They are equipped with: a kitchenette, a shower, television, a bed, and plenty of floor space. Tomorrow, after everyone is well rested, you will all be called here again and everything will be explained in much greater detail. I hope that your first night here on the S.S. Tranquility will be enjoyable."

Marcus bowed his head again and walked off stage and into the darkness. The crew, who stood patiently until then, began ushering the crowd from the room. Some voices raised in protests but were quickly silenced with the threat of being forced back to the rooms they came from. Ben stood still longer than most, pondering the strange combination of items inside the box until there was a gentle tapping on his shoulder.

“Time to go now, sir." A cheerful voice said from behind him. Ben turned quickly, his heart rate speeding up suddenly as he was pulled back from his thoughts with a gasp, desperately clutching the box to his chest. The young lady's smile calmed him down enough to relax his grip on the box and exhale. Her hair was a brilliant red which hung down her back and was tied at the end with a bright blue bow. Ben stared at her name badge hanging from her uniform, trying to make out the letters on it, but either the stress of the evening was getting to him or her handwriting was so atrocious that he couldn't read it.

“S-sorry. I was kinda lost in thought."

“Oh, that's okay! That happened to me too my first night here. I was actually pretty scared."

“Your first night?" The young lady placed a finger on his lips with one hand while doing the same to hers with the other.

“Shh," her voice softened to a whisper, like a child trying to tell a secret, “I can't tell you. Not yet at least." Pulling her hands back she moved next to him and linked her arm with his.

“So what room are you in?" She asked, speaking normally again and gently started coaxing him towards the exits with everyone else. Ben cautiously lifted the lid and pulled out the card for her to see the number printed on it. “Oh! That's almost the other end of the ship. C'mon, I'll escort you there."

Many others had their own escort accompanying them out the doors, just like Ben. It was mostly the crew who initiated conversation, mixing in with the sound of footsteps as the crowd dispersed out the exits. When the young lady spoke, Ben responded with short answers, careful not to say too much just in case this was a test. He moved the box to his free arm, tucking it close to his side and clutched the card in his fist. She noticed, but only chuckled at his actions, leading him away from the main herd to follow a small procession up to a higher level leading along the length of the cruise liner.

The ship would rise and sink with the ocean's gentle waves, the sun cast its dying red light across the water and against the ship. Ben stared over the serene view as they walked, feeling the cool ocean mist freckling his face while the sun cast the last of its heat onto him as more of it sunk past the horizon. Ben almost forgot where he was and why he was on the ship. In his head, it was her arm linked with his and they were sharing the ocean breeze together. Her hand would run up his arm to his shoulder, claws pricking at his skin. He turned his head, expecting to catch Blaziken's eyes but his heart sank again. The one standing there was the young lady, her hand rubbing small circles on his shoulder.

“It's okay. The hardest part is almost over. I promise," she said softly, reaching up to adjust his earpiece and wipe away a tear he didn't know was rolling down his face before guiding him to a nearby door. She reached over to his guarded side and slid the card out from his hand, then tapped it against the handle to unlock the door. Inside was less like a guest cabin and more like a hotel suite with everything that was promised by their host. “Welcome to your new home for the next month."

“This is..." The words were lost before they could form. Relief mixed with anxiety which mixed with anger which mixed with confusion until they all fell away. He dropped the box on the floor and fell to his knees. “Why are you doing this? What's going on?"

“Mister Rowe said it before; 'We lied to you.'" For the first time since they met, the young lady lost her smile. She knelt down next to him and collected the dropped box and set it to the side. One hand lifted up to run her fingers through his hair on the side of his head, gingerly pulling the earpiece off. “And I am so sorry."

The conflicting noises made him feel dizzy, like wearing a broken headset that sounded distant on one side. But instead of sounds coming in from far away, the ear that had the earpiece removed heard only breathy growls. Ben stared at her as she knelt next to him, she opened the dropped box and pulled out the bottle of pills, placing them in his limp hand.

“I still remember my first night here. I was isolated, pulled away from my partner and surrounded by strangers. I afraid and wanted nothing more than to tear this whole ship apart and run away." Her words were still mixed with growls, neither of which matched the movement of her lips. Ben was only semi-aware of the whirring noise coming from behind him as the young lady replaced the earpiece back to where it was and that cheery smile returned. She stood and walked to a sliding panel next to the door and pulled out a pokéball.

“I'm so glad I didn't. I know she will be, too." She placed the ball on the large bed before turning towards the door. “Be sure to take one of those pills every evening starting now. Good communication is key to every relationship, and it makes things easier when both partners can understand each other without aid."

The young lady tapped her ear as she opened the door, hinting at his earpiece. The last of the evening's light died just as the automatic lights flickered on. Ben could have sworn that for a moment as the young lady stepped out, a pokémon took her place. But the door closed and as she walked past the window she was still the cheery faced young girl, waving to him through the curtain as she passed.

Ben rushed to the bed and grabbed the pokéball. The pills rolled away, but that was of no concern in his racing mind. He was moving automatically, desperately, not even waiting for the pokéball to finish expanding before he tossed it across the room. A blinding white light illuminated the room and took form where the ball lay still. She stood before him tall, strong and feminine in ways only he could see.

“Blaziken? Is that r-really you?" They didn't wait for her to respond before running to each other, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his face into the down feathers on her chest. Those strong arms and talons wrapped around him, clutching him tight against her body. They stayed that way for several minutes, clinging to each other for dear life while Ben desperately tried hold his composure and not collapse into a sniveling mess of relief against her.

“Benjamin, it's really you." The voice was melodic yet composed. He had never heard it before, but it was so familiar. Ben lifted his head to look up at her. The corners of her beak turned upwards into a smile, her eyes shined with tears of relief. Blaziken raised her talons and cupped his cheeks, touching the tip of her beak to his nose, a sweet cooing coming from her throat. “My sweet human."

“How can... I can..." Ben couldn't complete any thoughts until he felt one of Blaziken's clawed fingers brush over an earpiece. He swallowed a building lump in his throat and blinked away tears before pressing his face back into her chest, quietly sobbing his relief into her feathers.

“My wonderful Ben. I was strong for you. Were you strong for me?"

“Yes!" His sobbing slowed.

“I knew you would be. That's why I took you as my mate." She placed her beak on the crown of his head and began to preen his hair. “Will you stay strong for me?"

“Always!" He pulled away and stood straight for her, reaching up to wipe away the few tears that had built in the corners of her eyes despite her clear efforts to hold them back.

“I knew you would. Tell me, have you taken what was in the bottle that young lady gave you?"

“You mean those pills? No, I dropped them somewhere. Besides, we don't know what's in them!"

“You're cautious; I'm so proud. But this time you need to take it like you were told, so you won't have to wear these things on your ears forever." Blaziken leaned forward, nipping his earlobe with her beak which sent a shiver down Ben's spine while a claw lightly scratched over the earpiece. “Now, let's find those silly things."

His trust in her was boundless, so if Blaziken said it was something he needed to take then he'd take it without question. The pills were found without difficulty, the bottle having only rolled a short distance under the bed. Blaziken claimed the bottle first and fished a pill out, placed it between her jaws at the tip of her beak and pulled Ben against her body where he belonged. She opened his mouth with her free hand and pushed her beak past his lips, dropping the pill on his tongue then nibbling on his lip as she pulled away in her own avian version of a kiss.

“I have so many questions." Ben swallowed the pill in his mouth and dropped his head, his vision becoming blurred with tears once more.

“Don't focus on worries, my mate. We are together now, and won't be separated again." She lifted his head again, leaning forward to lick the tears away while her own rolled down her cheeks. “We both fought our challenges. Now, let's celebrate the way we always have after a battle."

“A-are you sure? I mean, we don't know if - Woah!" She picked him up and carried him like a bride to the bed. Laying him down, she took off his shirt before crawling over him onto the mattress.

“Of course I'm sure. This is the first night of many here. Let us forget how today started and focus on how it will end."

They could never kiss in the conventional way, but they found ways to show their affection despite her limitations. He smothered her beak and cheeks in kisses, emboldened by her words to throw away his caution and enjoy their first real night together. Blaziken trilled at Ben's affection, his hands had steadied and were busy trailing down her sides. Despite where they were and what the past twenty-four hours had thrown at them, this was the first time he felt this confident about being open with their relationship.

Hands and claws ran through feathers and over skin, their voices mingled with the others as soft moans and chirps. This was far from their first time, but Blaziken was disinclined to pull away from Ben's affections. But, preparations needed to be done and her hands were busy supporting her body over him. So using her feet and flexibility, she hooked a foot talon under the rim of his pants and underwear and started working them down, rubbing her hips along his smooth skin that was being freed. He assisted her the best he could by raising his hips and kicking them off once they were around his knees. However, their tender moment was short lived when Blaziken heard and felt a THWAP hit her ass. She sat up and couldn't help but laugh.

“It's always been fairly easy to convince you."

His cheeks turned as red as her feathers, trying to think of a way to deny what she said but he knew it was true. Blaziken reached back and took his length in her hands, working it up and down in her firm grip until she felt that slick droplet form at the tip. Gathering the wetness up with her claw, she pulled her talon back and dragged her tongue around her finger, lapping up the pre in wet strokes. The fire built quickly in her nethers and the slickness building between her legs faster than she expected. After all, he had the same effect on her as she did on him. Shifting herself up his body, Blaziken held her hips over Ben's face, her slit barely visible through the fine feathers hiding it. A familiar fire had built up in her, and neither finger nor talons could satisfy what she needed.

That fiery, feminine aroma filled Ben's lungs, a scent that he had experienced on occasions, but was eager to become better acquainted with. Blaziken spread her thighs out more and lowered herself down onto Ben's face, chirping as she slowly rocked her hips over his lips and nose, dampening his skin with her femininity. She was more aggressive than she usually was, but so was Ben. He wrapped his arms around her thighs in an attempt to hold her still and dragged his tongue along her pussy lips, twirling it over her clitoris. Blaziken's entire body flexed, the enthusiasm of the young human matched her own eagerness and she squawked loudly into the room, holding onto the headrest of the bed to steady herself as that nimble tongue began to explore her depths.

Unable to help herself, Blaziken rolled her hips over Ben's face. Despite his best efforts to be in control, she was still significantly stronger than he was, not that he minded. Instead, he pressed his lips into her mound, lapping at the juices she was leaking, even trying to fish out more. His nose was pressed against her clit as she gyrated, leaving him with no other option than to fill his lungs with those wonderful sexual scents. The bed rocked under them now that Blaziken was now riding Ben's tongue as it rolled around in her folds. Both of them were so caught up in their love making, neither noticed when one of Ben's earpieces fell off from the rocking.

“Arceus above, Ben! Don't stop!" She shivered pleasantly as she inhaled, reaching down to clutch a handful of Ben's hair in her talons. Again, Ben heard her voice coming in mixed between that beautiful dulcet human voice combined with the heated cries of her avian pokéspeak. “Tell me, my mate; How do I taste?"

She tasted divine, that's what he wanted to say, but his lips and mouth had better things to do than speak, so he doubled his efforts as a response. Ben always loved the taste of her folds, but rarely got to partake in this delicacy because of the necessity for secrecy. But now they had all the time they in the world, and he was sure he'd be eating her out far more often than they used to. So using what little wiggle room he had, he pull his tongue from her depths and focused all of his attention on satisfying his pokémon. He pressed his lips to her clitoris, sucking on the swollen nub while assaulting it with his tongue which lit her every nerve on fire.

The wood of the headboard audibly squeaked, nearly cracking under her grip. Ben's tonguing was relentless, and Blaziken felt her body tense as she was pushed over the edge. Wisps of fire sparked from her beak as she curled over, her thighs tightened on the side of the human's head while her slick tunnel convulsed and spasmed. Her heated pussy juices spilled out past her lips and down Ben's chin while her body locked up in pleasure. Despite the frighteningly tight grip she had on him, he managed to shift his head to her lips and opened his mouth to lap up the sweet nectar that was spilling rhythmically from her depths. Those powerful legs of hers shook and shivers shot through her body, making her feathers stick up on end as the flames of her orgasm rushed through her veins.

As the waves convulsing through her body slowed, Blaziken released her vice-like grip on Ben's head. She caught herself before dropping all of her weight onto the young man's face, barely managing to hold herself over the human, her arm shaking as she gripped the headboard. The endorphins lingered in her limbs, and her fingers and arms tingled in the most wonderful way. Still, that slick muscle of Ben's continued working at her sensitive nethers, cleaning up the delicious mess he helped make. The world slowly came back into focus as she opened her eyes. Below her was the mess of hair still in her grasp and next to her knee was the earpiece, and that's when the afterglow was replaced with worry.

“Oh no!" Blaziken snatched the earpiece up in a panic and moved herself backwards off of Ben's face who was still drunk off of her pheromones. Pulling him up to sit, her fingers stumbled trying to fit the piece back onto his ear. “Ben! Can you still understand me? Please tell me this thing still works!"

“B-Blaziken, stop! It's working just fine. I can understand you still. You don't have to worry." Ben caught her wrist, stopping her desperate movements with one hand and petting her cheek with the other. She exhaled a sigh and touched her forehead to his. This time it was Ben's turn to comfort her as tears of relief dropped down her beak.

“I'm sorry," she said shakily, “I wanted you to understand me for so long; to tell you how I actually felt. I want you to hear me speak in your language, not how I normally do. My pokéspeak must sound terrible without the translator."

“Blaziken, your voice is the most beautiful one I've ever heard, with or without this earpiece. So please, let me hear both of your voices." Ben pulled her talon away from his ear along with the translator earpiece. A chirp was heard in one ear and a relieved chuckle in his other. She picked up his discarded shirt and wiped away the slick mess on his face with it.

“Fine then, have it your way," she said, tossing the shirt onto the ground, “My mate, you've always taken care of me, now it's my turn to take care of you."

Looking behind her, she saw his thick shaft standing upright, swollen and harder than she had seen it since their first time. Blaziken raised her hips and moved backwards, her mound still slick with the mixture of her honey and saliva which dribbled onto the mushroom head of his dick. The physical differences in species were obvious, but the couples reaction to a bare human cock touching the feather covered pokémon slit between her legs made it seem like their relationship was the most natural thing in the world.

That first downward thrust onto his shaft sent shocks through her that took her back to when they lost their virginities to each other. Her hot, wet tunnel enveloped his cock in a slick embrace, welcoming it once more into her body where it belonged. Inch after inch slid inside her slick hole, spreading her wide while feeding the fire once more. She called out into the room again, neither in human or pokéspeak, just a primal cry of ecstasy when their their hips met. Breathing through her nose, Blaziken gazed at the young human below her; he was far from a child yet not fully grown. Still, he spread her this wide and deep. Her insides clenched in excitement around his dick, knowing that she'd be the one to experience his growth.

She could feel it inside of her, how close he was. Just as surprising was how close she was again, but she could feel her body preparing another orgasm while her wet depths rippled over the human's cock. That instinctual need to breed mixed with her purest desire for him rushed her towards another finish, making her move her hips relentlessly up and down. The sound of feathers crashing on skin, the slick noise of his cock being fed into her pussy, and their heavy breaths wove onto one another to create a symphony of pure passion.

Ben took her talons in his hands, holding her steady as she bounced on his lap, riding him like a beast possessed. Feeling those muscles inside her pressed tight around his flesh, he thrust up into her as she came down, making her cry in euphoric delight. The young man tried his best, he really did, but he stood no chance against her avian depths which felt as if they were designed to house his length.

“D-don't hold b-back! Cum in me!" Those were the last words she could say, the last calls in pokéspeak she could muster, before she gave in and shot a blast of fire straight into the air as the most intense orgasm she'd had ripped through her. Blaziken's talons tightened in a relentless grip around his hands, her feathers stood on out once more, and liquid heat spilled out of her slit, completely soaking both of their crotches.

It was a miracle he lasted as long as he did with her silken walls tensing and milking around his dick. His hips met hers, smacking small droplets of her feminine cum across their groins. Ben's thrusts became shallow and urgent and he ground his pelvis against hers as another intense shot of her orgasm was pulled from her.

That was all he could hold against, her orgasm pulled his own from him. Shot after thick, sticky shot sprayed into Blaziken's vagina, painting it white with the cum of a different species. Another shot came from him as he bottomed out in her, spraying it against her thirsty cervix which eagerly pulled the load into her womb. Ben grunted and panted with each flex of his dick as it released another heavy, viscous rope into her.

What cum her hole couldn't contain mixed with her own, coating his flesh in their slick release which shined in the dim lights of the room. But she was a greedy pokémon, and when she felt the thick fluid start slipping from her swollen lips, she lowered her hips back down, keeping Ben's shaft snug inside of her as he finished unloading into her depths. His cum doused and cooled that burning itch deep inside, which, as far as she was concerned, was better than what any pokémon could ever do.

After having two mind blowing orgasms, Blaziken could no longer hold herself and fell on her side next to Ben. That length that brought her so much pleasure wetly slipped out of her, still semi-hard and glistening with their combined orgasms. Without his penis to keep her vagina plugged, his comparatively cool cum started to drip from between her worn lips and trail down towards the sheets, but the couple were too busy trying to recover to do anything about it. They could only lay next to each other, covered in sweat and both smelling of the others sex as their breathing slowed to normal. Their hands touched and weakly linked fingers, but that was all they needed at the moment.

“Ben, I-" she said as turned to face him but went wide eyed in concern, seeing tears rolling down his cheeks. Had she hurt him?

“I was so scared!" Ben wrapped his arms around her, crying without restraint. “I thought they were going to take you away! That I'd never see you again!"

“It's okay." Blaziken whispered and preened his hair, holding him tightly against her body. He could never show her genuine affection back on land, always having to suppress and hide what they had. But the facade was gone, there was no reason to hide any longer. For him, or her. A lump grew in her throat, strangling her voice while tears came down her beak and dampened his hair. “I'm here, my mate. And I'm never going to let you go."

The moans that had filled the room only minutes before were gone, now the two were free to cry at their reunion.

..........

Steam slipped through the crack in the door as Blaziken finished washing up, lamenting having to clean her body of the proof of her sexual conquest. But, it's not like that was going to be her last chance to wear it. She opened the door as quietly as she could so not to wake Ben who was sleeping soundly on the bed. He fell asleep curled up against her and she didn't have the heart to wake him from his first restful sleep in who knows how long.

From now on, she would be crawling into bed next to him after her shower, but another distraction would keep her from doing that for a minute longer. She walked across the room, and just as quietly, opened the door to their cabin. A Zoroark had been kneeling down with the side of her head against the door, but fell over against Blaziken's legs when she opened it. She sat up and looked at the mildly irritated fire pokémon who was guarding entrance to the room and chuckled quietly.

“S-sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything."

“We weren't doing anything," Blaziken said and folded her arms, “Now, what do you want? It's late and I'm trying to get to sleep."

“Oh really? That's not what it sounded like earlier." The Zoroark teased with a smile, but was immediately knocked backwards by a fist hitting her cheek. Blaziken stood over her, fists clenched and her cheeks blushing a darker red than usual.

“Ouch!" The Zoroark cried and rubbed her cheek.

“Keep it down!" Blaziken said, her voice came through as a mix of a yell and whisper, “You're going to wake him up!

“You hit me!" replied the other pokémon in the same way.

“You were spying on us!"

“Was not!"

“Then why did you have your ear against the door?" Blaziken pointed back at the open door while still glaring at the pokémon on the floor. Zoroark stuttered before giving a defeated chuckle; she was busted.

“Fine, you caught me." She put her claws in the air as an admission of guilt and stood up. “I'm supposed to keep watch on several rooms."

“So it's not just us you're spying on?"

“I'm not spying!" Zoroark almost forgot to mind her volume but quickly corrected herself when Blaziken growled at her. “I mean, it didn't start out that way. I'm security, assigned to this section of the ship. I escorted Ben and others to these rooms and am responsible for keeping them safe"

“Safe? From what?"

“Well, everyone on board is technically a criminal, some have either been hiding or running for a long time before they were caught. So not all humans and pokémon were as ready to accept the situation as you and Ben were. Some acted... Drastically."

“Oh." Blaziken nodded. When she was first released in the ship, separated from her mate, the situation had to be explained to her. She had caused a bit of a ruckus herself, but when you put several hundred angry pokémon and humans on a ship in the middle of the ocean, certain precautions have to be taken. “How many have you had to stop?"

“I've been told fourteen so far have been put back down below." Zoroark said solemnly before shaking her head to focused her attention back at Blaziken. “Anyway! That's not the reason why I'm here. I'm supposed to pass on a message to every room. Yours was just the first to stop making the cries of 'The-Beast-With-Two-Backs.'"

“Get to the point!" Blaziken said through her clenched beak, her blush growing again. Zoroark smiled mischievously but continued.

“Mister Marcus gave all of the humans gifts when they boarded because they needed them. The translators let them understand us, and as long as the humans take them like they're told, the pills will replace translators in time. But as long as you and your human behave and do as your told, Marcus and his partner want to give you another special gift."

“What kind of gift?"

“What would you like?" Zoroark said with a shrug, “Humans aren't as physically strong as we are, but they're powerful in a lot of different ways. And Marcus is the most powerful human I've met. If you ask for it, he can do it. I've never heard someone request something he couldn't do."

“Well..." Blaziken put a knuckle to her chin while she thought. Very little came to her mind at the moment, other than wanting to slip back next to her human and fall asleep with him tucked in her feathers. “I want my mate and I to go home together. And to not have to worry about the other humans doing something like this again."

“I mean, that's a guarantee no matter what. So think bigger! Marcus made the translators and pills, and was able to convince the other humans on land that he could 'fix' us." She rolled her eyes at having to say that. “When I tell you he can give you anything you want, I mean it. Now think hard. What's something that would make you and your mate really happy."

Blaziken looked behind her, through the door and at the sleeping form on the bed, curled up under the blankets. She thought back to when she was given to him as a birthday present as a child. Since then, he had provided her with everything she ever needed; love, warmth, support. They grew up together, starting out as childhood friends now together as lovers. She didn't notice her hand moving unconsciously to her lower stomach, the look of longing she was giving the sleeping human, or the hint of a frown at the ends of her beak, but Zoroark definitely did.

“Ohhh, so that's what you want?" She chuckled and poked Blaziken's talon with her claw. The avian held back a chirp of surprise, nearly swiping at the illusion pokémon but was able to hold her composure.

“That's simple enough. I mean, you're not the first to want that and can be done easily, but you really should talk to him before that decision is made."

Now it was Blaziken's turn to stumble over her tongue while the fox-like pokémon stepped away her, smiling like a little kid.

“Well, it's late and you're probably exhausted, so I'll let you go... Unless you'd like to invite me in to share that cute little human of yours." A surge of flames shot from Blaziken towards Zoroark, over the railing and off the side of the ship. When the fire faded, the fox pokemon was no longer there.

“I'm just joking!" Zoroark laughed playfully and waved to Blaziken from the railing above. “He is cute, but I have my own that I get to curl up to. You two take care now."

And with that, she was gone. Blaziken stayed outside of their room for a minute longer, only the moon and stars shining down on her as she looked back towards the bed. She placed her hand on her stomach again, wondering if what the other pokémon said was actually true, if it was worth allowing herself that bit of hope. This past day had shown her miracles she never thought she'd get to experience, but decided it was best not to get ahead of herself.

The bed called to her, and the shifting form on top of it did look cold. Luckily, she knew exactly how to fix that issue. The fire pokémon only rarely got to sleep next to her mate before, but now half of that bed was hers. Their rightful spots were next to each other, and they would continue to be even after the voyage was complete. An excitement she hadn't felt before welled up inside of her as she walked back into their room, shutting the door behind her. But for now, night one was winding down, and her mate needed to be kept warm.

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_ Edited 5/9/21 to meet SoFurry's AUP's guidelines. _

_ Ben was supposed to be an adult, but clarified it by stating he was 18. _