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Wakefulness came with a surprising amount of clarity, bereft the usual bleariness that Olin began his mornings with, and bereft the presence of his Pokémon as well. Absent too was his blanket, no sound of some demonstration or another taking place at the government offices across the street from his apartment building, and there was no morning call from Krieg to tell him that a last-minute entry for the Guide Project would demand his presence for the day either. Everything was dark and quiet, but Olin was quite sure that he knew where he was.

The Lastwall Campaign Headquarters had a distinct smell to it, the scent of old wood and brass polish. He recognised the mattress that he was reclining on as well, and as his sight acclimated to the gloom, the place in which he had started his adventure as a member of the Guide Project came into murky focus. It was the dead of night, and somehow, he was at work. Perhaps this was a dream? No, his thoughts were far too clear for that. He reached for his belt and confirmed that no Pokéballs were present, and the pocket of his jeans did not contain his mobile phone either.

An environment that was normally bustling with activity, alive with the presence of a great many Humans working with purpose, felt strangely sinister when so silent. There was no distant tune of Chatot humming out a jingle extolling the virtue of Krieg's father and his worthiness to sit at Parliament, no grinning Smeargle dashing down the hallway with some fresh batch of Guide Project illustrations. And no Gardevoir scowling over her coffee cup, either.

Why was he here? That was the obvious question. How was he here? That was another worth asking. A pity that there didn't seem to be anyone to ask them to.

He sat up on the mattress, put his finger and his thumb to his chin, and furrowed his brow in thought. Gardevoir had said that she was going to punish him for all of his impure thoughts. Maybe locking him in the Lastwall Campaign Headquarters for the night was her idea of retribution? Only Arceus knew how she could have done this, though. The last thing he remembered was curling up with his Pokémon to sleep. Damn. If he'd driven her to this extreme, then he should probably apologise for whatever particularly egregious fantasy of his had so offended her. Maybe it was that one about the lacy collar – that always seemed to tick her off.

Olin wouldn't stop, though. Gardevoir looked rather cute when she was angry. She would scowl and twist her face into something unpleasant, but there always seemed to be a little spark of delight behind it. Like she was having fun. A good Pokémon like Gardevoir deserved a little fun now and again. Whoever she chose as her Master in the end, he was very jealous of them. A pity that she was so disinterested in him, or he'd certainly ask her to be his.

The large man grinned. Well, she'd got him this time. Perhaps he should join the game himself? Replace her usual energy drink with that dreadful sugar-free version? She would hate that. He'd have to trick Krieg into delivering it though, otherwise she would just read his mind and see right through the ploy. Damn. Olin didn't quite have the guile to trick someone as smart as Krieg. Back to the drawing board.

There were two obvious options. Either he followed the wall to the door and did his best to remember the way out of the building in the dark, or he just lay back down on the mattress and back to sleep until everyone came in to start work at dawn. Olin shrugged, and he fell back onto the mattress with a soft sigh. Gardevoir was a good girl, so she would have told his Pokémon about this little caper of hers to stop them from worrying about him. A pity she hadn't left him a blanket. Though he should probably be grateful that she had let him keep his clothes. Time to go back to sleep.

“Are you an idiot?"

A voice in the darkness. A psychic voice, perfectly androgynous. Not Gardevoir. Olin sat back up, peering into the gloom to no avail. He had a good idea of the space, but only the smallest amount of streetlight filtered through distant window blinds, rendering what on another world would have been called Edwardian Décor into nothing but murky shapes in the blackness of night. He gave a slight self-depreciating smile, “Gardevoir says that a lot. Are you a friend of hers?"

Something moved by those window blinds, a large shadow cast by an unknown creature, “Why are you not afraid?"

A bit of an odd question. Should he be? For some reason there was no real sense of danger, no feeling of impending peril. Maybe it was a little abnormal for him to be so relaxed about his situation, but Olin was the type to take all but the most severe developments quite in his stride. The large man shuffled back against the wall, “Can't you see inside my head? I've been told my mind is real simple to read."

The entity shifted slightly, tilting its head, “I do not wish to read your mind." They seemed to ponder for a moment how best to clarify their meaning, “I am a powerful Psychic Pokémon. The most powerful Psychic Pokémon of all. If I were to look into you even once, then I would know you so absolutely that talking would be pointless. And I would be deprived the pleasure of conversation with you."

“Oh… that sounds kinda lonely." Olin gave a slight whistle, and slapped his hands to his cheeks, “Well – I guess I'm not going anywhere for the night. The most powerful Psychic Pokémon of all has kidnapped me for a conversation." He grinned, rather amused by the development, “It wasn't how I imagined I'd be spending my evening, but I ain't opposed to keeping you some company. Uh – I'd appreciate it if you told my Pokémon that I'm okay, though. Dusty might do something pretty crazy if I've just vanished."

A slight pause, a small glint of purple, “It is done."

“Thank you."

“Prisoners do not normally thank their captors." There was a sensation of a slight huff of bemusement along with that statement. Whatever was by the window, the creature was almost as big as Olin was, and from the blurred shadow that his eyes could perceive, appeared to be similarly proportioned, a humanoid entity.

“Captors probably don't usually let their prisoners send a message home." Olin shrugged, “Do you want to open the blinds and let some of the outside light in?" The power was cut off by a breaker switch each night, so there would be no luck hitting any switch in the room, “Let me see who I'm talking to?"

“No." The shadow shook its head, “First we shall speak." There was a strange sound in the gloom by the window, a great 'fwop' noise as an enormous pillow materialised from the air and fell to the ground, the dark shape floating upwards, over, and dropping onto their soft sanctum. Teleportation? Was that how Olin had been brought here? A relaxed feeling passed through the psychic link, some trace of their comfort attached to the words, “Tonight, I wanted to have a conversation about Pokémon Instincts."

“Uh, just to warn you… I'm not very smart." Olin held up his hand as if asking a question in a classroom. He'd the strong sense of being intellectually outmatched, “You might have been better off kidnapping Krieg for this… ah – he probably would have freaked out. Gideon is smart, too – oh, he probably would have tried to fight you."

“I am not interested in the opinions of Krieg Lastwall or Gideon Gladhand. I am interested in yours." The voice responded sternly, “And do not diminish yourself. It is an insult to my selection of you."

The large man smiled, “You Psychic Types are pretty strict, huh? Even Vee can be real insistent when she wants something out of me." Reynard was probably the only notable exception, but then again – he was pushy in other ways, “Okay, Pokémon Instincts – what do you want to talk about?"

The reclining shadow raised a dark hand to their forehead, their voice lightly tinged with exasperation, “I have something in mind, I have been dwelling upon it for a time now…" There then came a trace of passion, and the voice hurried into fervent speech, “We live in a world in which Pokémon are hatched submissive to Humans. There is a desire in each of us to seek out a Master and to surrender entirely. To advertise ourselves to be selected by our chosen Human, and to cling to them desperately."

Olin nodded his head, “Gideon explained that to me. He says that we Humans have a responsibility to be good Masters, and I think he's right." He did his best to think of something smart to say, “We should do our best to be worthy of what our Pokémon give us, right?"

“What a useless platitude." The shadow gave a slight sigh, “Do you think that a duty of care is enough? Kindness? Mastery? Mating? Love? To belong to a Human is the death of free will."

Olin furrowed his brow, “What do you mean?"

The dark shape leaned forward slightly atop their enormous cushion, their form still impossible to determine, “Does a Warrior Pokémon truly wish to fight? Or do they simply respond to the intent of their Trainer? Instinct drives that Pokémon to please you. Instinct makes them desperate. Instinct enslaves them. Instinct makes them like it." Another soft sigh, “That is also why the idea of relationships between species is folly. The Bent Family are reprehensible people. But they are right."

That voice darkened, “Love cannot exist in such a relationship. Whatever the Human feels, the Pokémon will instinctually reciprocate. You force submission onto your Pokémon. The three that await you at your nest have been tricked into loving you. The fourth is ruined beyond repair. Your arbitrary desire for them demanded that they bow. And instinct ensured that they did."

“I have been searching for a Human to speak to regarding this. After hearing of you on the Psychic Network of Wesson Town, listening to the chatter of Pokémon and Humans both, I have selected you to answer for your race." A purple glint as eyes focused upon Olin, “What say you?"

The large Human swallowed. What a difficult thing to ponder. Was the Human Instinct for Mastery really responsible for his relationship with Vee, Dusty, and Lady? Had he twisted them into reflecting his desires rather than being the Pokémon that they truly were inside? Lucario was broken and couldn't be fixed? A smarter person would have been able to respond more eloquently. Olin was not, “Nah. I don't think that's right."

A truly incredulous feeling passed through the psychic communication, thought without words, along with some embarrassment, and a little anger as well. Olin held up his hands, “I mean… it sounds right on paper. But I think that a world like that would be pretty miserable. And I think the world is a nice place. So, in real life… no. I don't think that you're right."

“My relationship with Vee was fine. I thought, anyway. I loved her like family already, and she always knew that I'd never replace her or anything. But I found out later on that she had wanted to be more than Master and Pokémon for a long time. She didn't reflect my desires. She kinda… pounced on me one night and made me reflect hers." He grinned, enjoying the memory, “I think Dusty really does like fighting. I never really cut it as a professional Trainer when I tried before, but I studied really hard and did my best because I wanted him to be able to do the thing he likes so much. And Lady… I'm so grateful for her taking care of us all. But Arceus help me if I get between her and the television. I know that Lucario has had a tough life, and I want to help her too, I really do."

“The way you describe it, they'd be my slaves or something if what you said was true. And I don't think I'm special or anything either. Axel and Arcanine, Chester and Amalthea, Devon and Reynard, the Steelworks Director and that whole pride of Pyroar – for every Samantha Bent, there are a bazillion cool Masters out there!" He put his hand behind his head, “Uh, that probably sounded a bit conceited, talking like I'm a cool Master. Sorry. Oh – you said not to diminish myself. Shit."

There was quite a long period of quiet following that rather saccharine outpouring of belief in Human goodness and Pokémon will, and the shadow allowed Olin to wallow in it. They then gave a very slight huff, “How… unexpected. I find myself to be conflicted. On the one hand, I would like to rebuke you for such desperate projection and wishful thinking. On the other, I would like to believe in your words."

Olin smiled, “Well, you get to choose which. And you'd still get to choose even if I was your Master. I think."

“What an interesting thought." The shadow pondered, “Yes. We shall put your idea to the test." The creature floated upwards from their enormous pillow, “Indeed. An experiment. You shall become my Master. If I retain the free will of choice, then you are correct and this world not quite as revolting as I have imagined. If I lose the free will of choice… Before the process begins, I shall partition a backup of myself behind a Psychic safeguard inside my mind, a secondary personality to restore my sense of agency if required."

“Uh – you seem like a very nice Pokémon, but my apartment is so full. I don't think I can be your Master."

Another purple glint, “…I am the most powerful Psychic Pokémon on this planet. I am probably the strongest Pokémon in all of creation. I can teleport to the next continent. I can fly. I can see into the minds of others. And I am the only success of Team Nuzlocke, the only Pokémon that is capable of harming Humans by intent. I break the rules of this reality. I could make you a King. A God." The arms of the shadow folded, “And you do not want me?"

“I don't really want any of that." Olin shrugged, “And Team Nuzlocke are bad guys, you should stay away from them."

“If you were my Master, then you could use me to find and exterminate every last member of that organisation. You could throw at the feet of your Lycanroc the severed head of the Master that discarded him so callously. You could deliver to Gardevoir the pieces of the Cofagrigus that was used to torture her. You could collar Samantha Bent and hand Lucario the remote."

The large man shook his head, “I don't think any of them want that." And a slight huff, “And I don't think that you really want to do that sort of stuff either." Olin leaned forwards, speaking more seriously, “You're a good Pokémon, I can tell. Don't pretend to be bad when you're not. Gardevoir says we should own the good things we do, and she's right."

The shadow confronted him, “I do not care that your nest is too small. I demand that you stand by your words. Prove them. Become my Master. Force me to surrender to you." The voice lightened, “The usual method is battle. But that would be impossible for you…" Ponderous, the shape twisted to the side, “How appropriate. You shall have me submit by mating with me. I will follow your commands to the letter until the instinct to yield consumes me completely. I have come to understand that you are quite skilled at this."

Of course it was going to turn out this way. Olin held up his hands, “Damn it - you can't say all the stuff you've said and expect me to let it go, you know?" The Human sighed, “You said you've been thinking about this for a while. I ain't really smart enough to ponder those sorts of big ideas, but I reckon it was probably really tough for you to think that the world might be that fucked up. Of course, I wanna prove you wrong." He shook his head, “Fine. Tiny apartment be damned. I accept."

Olin pulled himself to his feet, “But I'm telling you now, if you're made out of knives or something, then I'm going to need Gardevoir and Krieg to help me figure things out first. I'll still mate with you, I just might need a bit of a run up."

The eyes of the creature glinted purple, and the blinds opened to allow the streetlight of Wesson Town to filter into the office room. The Pokémon was almost as tall as Olin, primarily grey and humanoid in form, with catlike limbs and facial structure. From a purple abdomen which swept their underside, a long tentacle-like tail flicked idly. Like Gardevoir, they floated rather than walked, crossing the gap between them and lowering themselves to their feet before Olin, “I am Mewtwo."

No blades or barbs in sight, no poisonous spines or flaming maw, crushing stone or electrical field. Aside from the tremendous psychic power, this Pokémon didn't look very problematic from a sexual perspective at all. Except for maybe one thing, “Uh, please don't take this the wrong way. Especially after that whole 'I'm the only Pokémon that can hurt Humans' thing – but are you a boy or a girl?"

“Neither. I do not have an assigned sex." That androgynous voice spoke to his thoughts. The ball of their three-fingered hand swept downwards, and with a slight purple glow their crotch was imbued with masculine properties, purple to match their underside but humanlike in configuration, a cock that was almost as large as Olin's – obscene for a Pokémon. And then another sweep and it vanished, replaced with a feminine slit, slightly parted to display the pink within, “I can be whatever you want me to be."

Olin gave a slight smile, “What do you want to be?"

At that, Mewtwo closed their eyes for a moment, “I am pleased that I chose to engage you in conversation rather than read your mind from the start. Not being able to anticipate that you would pay me the kindness of preference made those words rather… impactful." After a moment of consideration, “If I were to choose, I would consider myself to be male. But I am not averse to feminine pleasure. In fact, I would like to take this opportunity to experience both. But I would like you to see me as a man."

“Then be male." And they were.

Now Olin was faced with a challenge. Starting from zero, he had to cast a particularly imposing Pokémon into complete submission. He got the feeling that throwing out the same sort of slurs that Dusty demanded of him would probably not be the way to go this time. There was no kink or request to fulfil that he knew of right now, no intense desire from the Pokémon, no real handholds for him to cling to. All of the initiative belonged to Olin, and he had to make a choice.

He might have been more intimidated if he didn't have twelve Pokémon conquests under his belt already. Thirteen if you counted Dusty twice. He'd learned what submission looked like. He'd learned what Mastery felt like. Olin's two metres of height gave him only the smallest advantage over the Pokémon, and he'd the feeling that Mewtwo might actually weigh a bit more than him, despite his muscular physique, “Well, if you don't mind – I'll be holding you to your words as well. You said you'd follow my orders, and you will."

This Pokémon was quite difficult to read. Mewtwo had a tremendous sense of presence to them, intelligent and unemotive, it was hard to imagine them losing control and collapsing into the same sort of whorish pleasure that he'd seen in other conquests. There was not much of a personality for Olin to read. But if he had to sum up what he had seen in a word, it would be this: Curious. Keen to experiment, hopeful to find answers, and open to new experiences. It did much to soften the idea of Mewtwo, and as they nodded an affirmative, Olin found himself smiling more warmly, “You're pretty earnest, too. I think I'm starting to get an idea of the sort of guy that you are. I knew you were a good Pokémon."

Mewtwo would follow his every command, “Lie down on your pillow-thing." He floated backwards, illuminated by the amber streetlight beyond the blinds, his body collapsing onto the enormous cushion. Olin advanced with him, composing a plan in his head. Yeah. That might be the way to do things. A proud and earnest Pokémon, that spoke like a Human but was just as impulsive as the rest of his kin where it counted. He made up his mind, “Spread your legs a little." And he observed carefully.

The thighs were rather wide, but not so much as to be egregious to their design, the indentation of their undertail partially concealed by a pair of large orbs. Interesting. Olin leaned over the prone Pokémon from the side and took them both into his right hand, his left placed upon their shoulder to pin them down. Their flesh had an interesting texture, like skin but also somewhat rubbery, testicles comparable to a Human warm against his palm, and a flaccid cock above them. He held them loosely in his hand, “Look at me. Keep looking at me until I tell you to stop."

A very slight blush against those grey cheeks. Cute. For such a prideful creature, this might have been a little humiliating. Mewtwo lay back, his legs slightly spread, his maleness limp against his stomach, his undertail on display and his balls in the hand of a Human, “Let's have another conversation. I'm going to ask you some questions, and since you're obeying me, you're going to answer them." A nod came in turn, “Good. Have you ever taken a mate before?"

“No."

“So, no Humans, no Pokémon, you've never mated?" They nodded their affirmative, and Olin gave a slight smile, rolling his fingers against their orbs slightly, “Well, you're going to be mated today. Have you ever masturbated?" The corner of their small mouth twitched a little. Just like Gardevoir there was a sense of modesty, precisely as Olin had hoped, “Come on…"

“Yes."

“Tell me how."

Mewtwo grit his teeth, “Is this really necessary?" But a slight rolling of Olin's fingers and a nod of his head told him that it was indeed, “Fine. I usually masturbate in a male form. I have found that I experience pleasure more conveniently in that sex. I lie on my back and I use my hand." The corner of their mouth twitched again, and he continued, “I have acquired a Human electronic device. I use that to watch Human pornography. My presence is too powerful to use the Psychic Network as a passenger without being noticed. I was fortunate that Gardevoir was not more curious when I observed you with Kommo-o."

The warmth of Olin's hand, and the turn of the conversation was starting to have some small reaction from the Pokémon, and the attack did not let up, “What sort of Human pornography?"

The purple eyes closed, but only for a moment before his pride demanded that he continue to follow the order to look at Olin. Mewtwo swallowed, “I like…" He paused for a moment, but knew that demanding to know if this was necessary a second time would be futile, “Fine. Homosexual pornography. I like compilation videos of male bottoms reaching climax without their… manhoods… being touched. I like sissification videos. I like when males cross-dress. I like when they wear collars and thigh-highs. I like when makes exhibit female traits."

“Why?"

Olin could feel the stirrings of shamed arousal from the Pokémon beneath him. He was right. This was the path to the surrender of this creature, “I… have not really thought about it." The small mouth twitched again, “Upon consideration, I suppose I enjoy the idea of a male that plays the part of a female. I do not have an assigned sex, but consider myself to be male. I cannot however deny my female traits." Again the eyes closed and Mewtwo seemed to force them open, “It makes it easy to imagine myself in such a situation. To be undeniably male, to be considered male and identify as such, but treated female, in that instance it is a denial of reality. 'He is a good girl' is a fascinating paradox to me."

“I think you would look very cute in a collar and thigh-highs." Olin smiled, “Picture it in your mind. I bet a Psychic Type has a pretty powerful imagination. What colour are the thigh-highs."

A slight scoff, and then a quiet, “They… have blue and white horizontal stripes."

“The collar has a tag. What does the tag have engraved on it?"

“Slave."

Now there was a look of complete humiliation, and Olin had barely started. The maleness of the Pokémon was growing to complete arousal, thick and purple skin covered their cock, the foreskin pulling back a little at the tip to reveal pink flesh beneath. It looked very Human in configuration, if not for the wildly inverted colouration. Olin considered this his first victory, and rather than press the advantage here, he decided to try a new vector, “Have you ever taken anything under your tail before?"

“Yes." His fingers again gently fondled the Pokémon's most vulnerable spot, and Olin tilted his head slightly to the side as a signal for Mewtwo to elaborate. Which after a slight swallow, they did, “My tail is very flexible, and I have complete control over it. I inserted that." Another signal to continue, “And then I masturbated until I was finished. I did not move it. I… finished quickly. I have repeated this several times since."

“What did you imagine while your tail was inside you?"

Another twitch of the corner of the mouth, “That I was being mated like one of the men I watched on my tablet… A Human is mating me, and although I am male, I am spoken to as if I am a female. There is a distortion of reality. The paradox that intrigues me. I am male, but my femininity is undiminished. Sometimes I… complete… before even fully inserting my tail."

The Pokémon had reached a full state of arousal, a considerable maleness resting against his belly, but Olin still did not look to be in any hurry to move, “How often do you indulge in these fantasies?"

Mewtwo looked away, and then forced his head back into position to maintain his focus on Olin, “Every… day. Sometimes twice." The familiar twitch, “I understand that this is not appropriate for a powerful Pokémon such as I. No, it is because I am powerful. A Pokémon will always act on their desires, and because of my strength there is no barrier between me and what I want." Defiance, “So, I shall masturbate as often as I please. However I please."

That felt like a step back, but Olin rebounded quickly, “Since you are following my orders, you'll masturbate whenever I please." He tilted his head up, “Behind the counter on the other side of those shutters there should still be a bottle of lubrication. Use telekinesis to float it over." The bottle came as bid. This room was supposed to be for Guide Project activities, though most of Olin's encounters had ended up being scattered over Wesson Town.

“No psychic powers. Open it with your hands." They trembled. The Pokémon beneath him shook slightly as he unscrewed the cap, his orbs churned against Olin's fingers, and a small droplet of precum crowned their humanlike maleness, “Now, apply it to your tail. Be thorough. I want you to use a lot of it."

A little hesitation, but Mewtwo twisted his lower body slightly, demonstrating precisely how flexible that tail was as he had the tentacle-like length draw up his side. He had enough of a palm to bear the reservoir of fluid that he tipped into it, and then lathered the broad tip of the tail. A second time. And then a third. He did it all blindly while maintaining his watch of Olin, just as instructed, leaving behind quite the mess upon his hand, dripping over his arm, his tail, the pillow to his side.

More shame. Another diminishment of the powerful presence that was Mewtwo. Olin maintained his hold of their shoulder, keeping him steady, “Use your hands to hold your legs apart. And position the tip of your tail against your opening." The motion was surprisingly practiced. The Pokémon seized his lower thighs and pulled them back, bending his body slightly and raising up his equipment, the tip of his tail folded back on itself to be placed exactly as Olin had demanded, “Ask me for permission to use it."

“What?"

“Ask me for permission to insert your tail." He flexed his fingers around their orbs, “You're definitely a male. You have the body of a male. You certainly have the pride of one. What's between your legs would make any Pokémon swoon. But just like a female, you're the one being mated. So, be a good girl and as for permission to fuck yourself with your tail."

A thick bead of precum leaked from their cock, their orbs twitched, and one eye closed along with the movement of their mouth. The psychic voice wavered, “…Please allow me to insert my tail." A slight narrowing of Olin's eyes told him that he had made an error in his delivery, “Please… give me permission to fuck myself with my tail…" A tilt of the head had him realise what was missing, and with confidence, “Please give me permission to fuck myself with my tail, Master."

Master. What a powerful word. To say it aloud – or rather, in thought – was potent enough for even this Pokémon to shiver. Olin was smiling. Most Pokémon were so susceptible to this sort of thing that this would have been enough for them to surrender completely. That it still looked like he had so far to go was quite pleasing to him. Though, it was also pleasing to watch the self-proclaimed strongest Pokémon on the planet slowly force a foot length of tentacle-like tail inside of himself, by his command. Those orbs twitched again, and the cock disgorged a line of precum which connected it to Mewtwo's belly.

If it was Dusty, he would have called him a faggot. But that word was reserved for submissive males of a particular breed, and while Mewtwo did not want his maleness denied, he did want to be treated as a female. How difficult. It would have been simple if it was one or the other. This sort of feminisation really was draining on the mind, and despite not being the sharpest man around, Olin was determined to get this one right!

“How does that feel? Describe the sensation."

Their chest was rising and falling with deliberate control, “There is a feeling of fullness. A sharp sense of pressure against a spot inside me that feels very pleasant. Your hand is very warm as well." They swallowed, “I think I am about to climax."

Olin shifted his fingers slightly against the orbs of the Pokémon, knowing full well that Mewtwo spoke the truth, “First you must ask permission."

“Please give your permission for me to orgasm, Master."

The Human shook his head slowly, “No. This time I want you to word it more lewdly. Ask me like one of those males from your videos. No, not exactly like them. Make it your own. You don't need to beg. You just need to ask your Master properly. The way that a submissive Pokémon with a collar that has a word like 'Slave' engraved into it should."

Mewtwo closed his eyes for a few moments and took a breath. His mind was quick, his intelligence incomprehensible for a Human, but his instinct as a Pokémon was just as strong. Emotion and feeling slowed thought and logic, making a judgement that he would have been able to process in an instant normally, instead need to gradually surface from the quagmire of arousal like a bubble in a swamp. He swallowed, “Master… please allow your lowly Slave to climax. Please watch me cum over my belly. I exist to be… used by a Superior Human."

For a Pokémon that had kidnapped Olin to discuss a principle of creation to which they had argued such an aversion to, the idea of it had certainly penetrated deep into the kinks and fantasies of Mewtwo. Olin watched them closely, the slight pinkness of those grey cheeks brightening further as that hypocrisy surely darked upon them. Hypocrisy. Paradox. This Pokémon had a very interesting relationship with reality, and the Human wished that he was smart enough to dissect it properly. He couldn't do that. But what he could do was hold off on his permission long enough for them to behind to quiver in his hand, “Look me in the eye while you cum."

Purple and sharp, they glared into Olin. Their body quivered beneath his pinning hand, and the orbs in the grasp of the other twitched as they surrendered their contents. Thick and potent ropes of white cum marred the soft purple of their belly, the Pokémon's toes curling briefly, his head shifting slightly from side to side. A psychic moan emanated from them, but it was suppressed with all of their will into a low whine. Olin smiled, “You look cute when you cum. Are you feeling any closer to surrendering?"

A few heavy breaths, and then a slight relaxing of their limbs. Those purple eyes glowed, “I am merely acting a part, and following your commands. This humiliation is not submission." The defiance was palpable, though when Mewtwo was lying on his back, holding his own legs apart, his tail inside him and his cock leaking onto his belly, the words did not seem entirely true.

“Then, let's carry on. I'm having fun." Olin grinned. He was having fun. As well as Pokémon, he'd had his share of Human partners of both sexes, and since entering a relationship with his trio of companions, he'd thought that this sort of kinky play would not be something that he would be able to engage in again. Breaking a defiant male into sissified pleasure was a victory which appealed to his own Human instinct for domination, “Pokémon cum hard, quickly, and often. I'm a little jealous you can go so many times." His eyes flickered down, “You've never moved your tail before. Now you're going to fuck yourself with it until you climax a second time. Mate with your own tail."

Another defiant look. Slightly aloof, but undercut by the pinkness of humiliation and arousal. He had never gone this far before, normally ending his sessions after a single climax, and certainly never advancing the singular penetration of his tail into proper thrusting. The excessive amount of lubrication that Olin had prescribed and the own slightly rubbery nature of his flesh made things easy. What was difficult was the creeping feeling of submission. Every order followed felt like a concession, a removal of the logical in favour of the emotional, thought and even fantasy was subverted in favour of physiological need.

But, he was as earnest as Olin had declared him, and would follow all of the orders that he was given. His tail drew back, and then pressed forward again a little too quickly, the abundance of lubricating fluid resulting in a humiliating squelching noise. Mewtwo cringed. Why did Olin look so pleased? The Human offered guidance, “You've got a lot of control, right? Try a flowing motion, upwards into your body. Like passing a wave down the tail. Leave the sloppy stirring of your insides for my cock."

A cock. A Human cock. He'd almost forgotten that part was coming. Would it feel better than his tail? The tentacle-like appendage was quite soft, and offered pleasure primarily by the mass of it and the dexterity of control. Would a hard maleness grinding over that same spot inside of him grant him an even deeper feeling of fulfilment? He tried that wave motion, finding that his body gave a slight involuntary rock in response to it. A wave of endorphins swept through his head, and his Pokémon cock leaked a little more liquid submission onto his belly.

“What are you thinking?"

Perhaps he had looked too pensive in the wake of that pleasure. For such a dull-witted man, Olin seemed to be perceptive to the strangest things. Mewtwo swallowed, and then his psychic voice echoed, “I was wondering how a Human cock would compare to my tail." A tilt of the head indicated for him to continue, “I do not know. To be compelled to do this to myself is degrading. However, the presence of a… superior male… the violation of it… would be… more."

“You've stopped moving."

“Because I… need to ask for permission to climax again."

That quickly? Barely a dozen waves of the tail, and a pause for them to lay bare their thoughts, and Mewtwo was already on the verge of a second orgasm, “For a virgin that masturbates every day, you're very sensitive. Behind all of the power and presence, you're a very lewd Pokémon. I want you to say that as you ask for permission. Admit your desire." Was that the best way he could have worded it? Olin smiled again, “You're a good girl for thinking to ask permission this time as well. That's how a Slave should defer to the Master."

Their orbs twitched against Olin's palm, “I… am a lewd Pokémon that masturbates every day. I climax over my belly imagining that I am the Slave of a dominant Master." The breaths were deep, “I am mating with my own tail because I have been commanded to. But I am imagining what the cock of my Master will feel like when he claims me for himself." He was only acting a part, wasn't he? So, there was no loss to more deeply adopt the role, “Please allow your Slave to orgasm, Master. Your lewd Pokémon pet is at the limit…"

“Cum. And this time, don't hold back your moan."

The ripple motion of the tail, once, twice, and then with a shuddering gasp, Mewtwo reached his second climax. His exhalation of pleasure was like a psychic shout, enough for Olin to need to brace against it. Perhaps it was down to the control of their body, or perhaps they were naturally productive, but those orbs churned up an even more copious and messy load than the first time, now with enough force for a few lines to reach the white of his chest. Two cumshots over his front, his pants audible, cheeks tinted pink, and gaze slightly misty, the image of submission was enough for Olin to grit his teeth.

Arceus' nutsack. He needed some pleasure of his own, “Catch your breath. We're far from done. Next you're going to learn how to suck cock. I want you to get familiar with what I'm going to put under your tail." A series of instructions had Mewtwo cease their penetration, a great view of a slightly gaped hole presented for a moment before the Psychic Type levitated himself up from his cushion and fell to his knees on the floor beside it. Olin took their throne instead, relaxing into the softness of that enormous pillow.

He still remained clothed, the Pokémon knelt between his legs looking slightly ponderous. His eyes glowed but Olin held up a hand, “No. Don't use your power. Undo my belt, open my jeans, and take out my cock." There was a definite and uncomfortable bulge, and the tightness of his garments that caused would make it all the more difficult to fulfil that command with ball-ended digits. But, Mewtwo would obey all the same.

The embarrassment of his lack of manual dexterity was oddly dulled, eclipsed by a greater need that had taken root inside the lewd Pokémon. He struggled to press the leather strap through its loop, dragged on it eagerly to free the buckle, and scowled with frustration as the button stymied him for almost a whole minute. But before long, the large Human maleness was unleashed, undergarments pulled down for the thick pale cock to bob before Mewtwo's eyes.

Olin spoke again, “Do you want to suck my cock?" The Pokémon gave a slow nod, “Do you think you would have wanted to if I'd made you do this first?"

That was enough for Mewtwo to blink, a slight twitch passing through their body as realisation struck. No. Of course not. If they had been asked from the start, they certainly would not be so eager. Was that submission? Two climaxes over his belly and the allure of his own fantasies had driven him to his knees without question, and now he observed what would have been a mere curiosity with genuine yearning. The Pokémon instinct to surrender to humanity had crept up on him, but this powerful creature was not so easily undone, “Before, I would not have been so… eager."

It was a small admission, but an admission all the same. Progress. Olin instructed further, “Put your hands on my inner thighs and lean in close. Take a breath. Speak."

As commanded, Mewtwo leaned forward, only by that motion realising the bob of his own rock-hard Pokémon cock as it swayed with his movement. It would not have taken him by surprise if he had access to all of his faculties, but that sort of thought was becoming increasingly difficult. It would have been so easy to slip into submission. The whole point of this experiment was for him to surrender. But his pride demanded resistance. Perhaps he was wrong. And if he was, then Olin would be his Master. That must be earned. By strength, sexuality, or emotion.

He leaned close to that Human maleness, pressing the nose of his short muzzle against it, feeling the heat, the slight throb of desire, and inhaling the scent. The slightest musk of sweat. The mint of shampoo from the fur of his crotch. But also something less quantifiable. What did masculinity smell like? What did dominance smell like? Perhaps a canine Pokémon like Dusty could have put it into words, but for once Mewtwo's intellect fell short of expressing the electric feeling that passed through him when he breathed deep of this man. Logic said that it was nothing. Sweat, precum, the mint of good hygiene. But instinct made the balls of his toes curl.

“The Pokémon instinct for submission is terrifying indeed."

If it were possible to stutter a psychic utterance, he probably would have done so with that line. Olin nodded his head in response. The Human instinct for domination could be scary as well – giving himself over to it had resulted in him nearly drowning during his time with Primarina after all. He felt it now, and it drove his control; but sublimating the wildness of it in this encounter had left him with a strange sense of empowerment. He felt evolved somewhat, as if his previous efforts as a Master had been somewhat clumsy and he was just now realising what he could be if he really set his mind to it. This was mentally exhausting, but Mewtwo was worth it.

He placed his hands over theirs against his thighs, “You're doing to use your tongue and your mouth on me. And you won't stop until I cum. But before you start, I want you to tell me where you want that load to end up."

The Pokémon swallowed hard enough for their chest to shift along with the bobbing of their neck. What would be best? To have his face marked with evidence of his submission? Or to savour the taste of what had such a profound impact on him by scent? What would his Master best like?

His eye twitched. Perhaps he was falling too deeply into this simulated role of Slave. Feminisation and sexual submission to control was one thing, but Mewtwo had the feeling that if he allowed the fantasy to run any deeper then it may root itself in him so absolutely that he would never be rid of it. He would forever be Olin's good girl. He would wear the collar. He would worship this superior Human cock. And he would be grateful for it. He would be a Slave. He would like it.

But his will remained stronger.

Curiosity beat desire, “I want it in my mouth. I wish to evaluate your taste." And a slight nod of Olin's head was indication enough for him to have at it. While Mewtwo had no experience, he had watched a lot of videos. A lot. Some of them had plots and characters even more intriguing than the sex. Those were his favourite. He liked watching the fall of a proud male into the feminised sissy that would-… oh. Was that not what he was doing now himself?

Olin's domination had let him live that fantasy. Made the dream real. Well… if that didn't deserve his cock well sucked, then nothing did. A demand for submission was undeniable. But what a kind domination this was. It was enough for the Pokémon's heart to flutter. Giratina's wrath. Was he really so easy? Another inhalation, another throb of his own purple maleness hard against his belly. Perhaps he was.

The need for motion eclipsed any further introspection, his small mouth opened to present a pink tongue which he drew from the base of the shaft to the tip, rewarded with a clinging droplet of precum to draw into his maw and savour. Musky. Bitter. Perhaps he would have even called it foul. But in this state of arousal, that taste was another thunderbolt. Another paradox. Revolting ambrosia. Addictive from the first drop, he was compelled to seek more of it.

Virgin though he may be, the tremendous intellect of this Pokémon granted aptitude undercut only by his own sloppy eagerness. He lowered himself, granting each of those orbs their deserved worship by plying them with a gentle kiss so antithetical to his naturally stern countenance. His small tongue draped upwards, and when he reached the head, he drew it into his mouth. His maw was wet and yielding, the soft flesh with the same slight rubberiness as the rest of his body. He'd no need for sustenance or excretion and provided himself a mouth the same way that he did his genitals. Though this he kept always, finding that it provided some expressiveness to his face. And like cock, cunt, or undertail – it was there to serve his Master. A good girl knew how to suck cock. A good Slave liked it.

He would earn the affirmation of those words again. His mouth was small and from this posture the use of his throat would have been difficult, but Mewtwo was dedicated to his task. He bobbed over the top third of Olin's maleness, his ball-like digits pressed into his thighs and the hands of Olin holding them against him. His tongue lapped beyond the revelation of a loose foreskin, and more of that nectar flowed freely. Copious and thick, a cloying masculinity that clung to his throat every time he swallowed. He had to swallow. Allowing it to drool free of his maw was inconceivable. Every drop was a fulfilment of his desire.

“Be ready. I'm going to cum." The Master did not need to ask for permission to orgasm like he did. How gracious of him to alert his Slave at all. That sort of thought would have been impossible only a short while ago, but now felt like a natural thing to think. He wanted this essence in his maw. As a powerful Pokémon, nothing stood between him and his desires, after all. This was what he was owed. This is what he would have. Submission was his right.

The volume was prodigious, exceeding the logical expectations of Mewtwo so thoroughly that the overflowing deluge of cum choked in his throat and was expelled to drip from his nose, defying his hope of holding every drop in his maw to make a mess of his face. The scent was overpowering, even more so with essence in his nostrils, the taste made his head swim and sublimated his thoughts. And his own untouched cock surrendered an orgasm onto the carpet. His psychic moan eclipsed any exhalation of Olin's pleasure, the feeling of corruption and debauchery so wonderfully decadent.

Mewtwo leaned back, his mouth entirely full, the overspill of that load dripping from his nose, down his chin, a mess of white over his muzzle. And Olin looked down at him, focused on his climaxing Pokémon cock, affirmed his maleness with his sight, and spoke the words, “Good girl."

The aftershock of his orgasm was like another climax, the thick load he carried something that he simultaneously was desperate to swallow, but also wished that he could carry and savour for the rest of time. But the taste was too addicting, the sensation of it in his sinuses, the clinging in his throat. He moaned again, and drew superior Human cum into his belly, a warmth that passed into him, marking him, making him owned. His eyes were glazed and he swayed on his knees, the potency of his own submissive orgasm far too overwhelming. His ears were ringing, the world was blurred.

“Do you surrender?"

He expected his pride to rebel, but there was only quiet satisfaction in his heart. A heated submission, a comfortable deference. The sensation was undeniable, and as unquantifiable as attempting to explain the qualities of Olin's scent and the allure of his essence. Mewtwo was now Olin's Pokémon. The understanding that this Human was his Master was complete. He nodded his head, “I surrender. You are my Master."

“And do you think you could say no to me if I told you to do something you didn't want to do?"

He reached out to put together thoughts which had grown dim in the wake of pleasure, reforming the premise that had led him to this moment, the conditions of his experiment. Some clarity returned to his eyes. It was hard to imagine Olin forcing him to act in service to villainy, but he envisioned the issuing of some dreadful command regardless – however unrealistic the thought, “It appears that you were correct. I retain the capacity to defy you."

Olin grinned, “Good." But then a slight sigh, “I wish you'd taken a little bit longer to surrender, though. We didn't get to the mating part. Ah, well. I guess there's next time…"

“Are you an idiot?" Why were Psychic Types always asking him that? “As a demonstration of my free will, I demand…" Mewtwo swallowed, and composed his thoughts, “This Slave requests that Master mates with me." The purple eyes glinted, “I have decided that the title of Master alone is insufficient." And another evaluation of how to construe their desires, “Unworthy though I am, if it pleases Master, I would be your mate."

A Pokémon could be made submit through force, sexuality, or emotion. Could the force of battle compare to the force of presence that had Mewtwo on his knees? It was sexuality which had wrought this ruin upon him. And as for emotion – he had learned more than enough of Olin to decide that he desired him. Pokémon were impulsive creatures. And it was the right of the strong to be fulfilled. Even if that fulfilment meant absolute submission.

Perhaps Olin was a little impulsive as well. He didn't know much about this Pokémon, but he knew that Mewtwo was a good person. His own instinct desired to possess them. But if you were to ask him to sum it up into words, Olin would probably say that as he looked down at this defiant and proud looking creature, exceptionally powerful, but also rather lonely looking – all that he was really thinking was, 'Mewtwo looks like he needs a hug, and I want to be the guy to give it to him.'.

Gardevoir would have called him a simpleton.

Maybe if he was less of one, he would have realised something important quite a while ago and given her a similar embrace.

“Get in my lap and wrap your arms and legs around me." A glint of purple, “No, climb up by yourself." The cushion was very large, but still bowed and strained under their combined weight as the eager Pokémon pulled himself to his feet and advanced upon Olin. Both of similar height, they fit together rather well, the wide thighs of Mewtwo providing some additional leverage as their crotches were driven against each other. It was an intimate embrace, with clear positioning to display dominance and submission – the gracious Master and the clinging Slave, warm and comfortable, precisely as the nature of this world intended.

Mewtwo did indeed weigh more than him. Quite a bit more, actually. Thick thighs? Perhaps the tail? Olin stripped off what remained of his clothes to feel their flesh against his own, soft and yielding but a little rubbery. And quite wet with the mess of a few orgasms as well. Wow, they were really holding onto him hard. Was this their first hug? If Team Nuzlocke had them, then probably. He should probably ask some questions about that, and a few other things as well, but it didn't matter at all right now. All that was important was affirming that gentleness. He then affirmed something else, grabbing their pressed together cocks as an acknowledgement of that shared masculinity, “Be a good girl and line me up."

He gave a slight grin, squeezing their midriff, “And after you've lowered until I'm hilted, don't forget to say 'Thank you'." The Pokémon quivered slightly, reaching down with one of those uniquely configured hands as their intimate joining became amorous once again. He was scarcely breathing, his thoughts rampant with fantasy. He was about to have sex. Proper sex. He was going to ride this superior Human cock like a good girl, until his own maleness emptied every ounce of Pokémon essence between them. A willing Pet. An owned Slave.

Olin surprised him by leaning forward and licking the core of his chest, drawing away some of the essence that he had already compelled from the submissive Pokémon with his tongue. He almost winced at the taste of it. As musky and bitter as the undertone of cum always was, but the Psychic Type essence of a creature so powerful made his head throb painfully. Maybe like Gideon overcoming nosebleeds by spending a lot of time eating Dragon pussy, Olin could get used to this as well?

The head of his cock pressed against that lubricated and loosened undertail, the Pokémon gasping over his shoulder as they engulfed his length. Inch by inch he descended, and then far more quickly than expected, “Master –“ He got no further into his request for climax before erupting unbidden between them, a penetration not even completed before Mewtwo moaned and gave it up.

“So, that's the feminine pleasure you wanted from the start, eh? Human cock makes you cream just like a female Pokémon should. You don't need to ask for permission to cum when you've got my cock inside you." He grasped their purple maleness as he spoke, dragging the squirming submissive entirely down their length, “Now, what are you supposed to say?"

His tail whipped out behind him, erratic in movement, every slice through the air of it a grasping pleasure for the large Human cock inside him, “Thank you, Master!" The smile that came from Olin spurred him on to more, “Thank you for making me cum like a female! Please mate me like a proper sissy! Fuck all of the cum out of my inferior Pokémon cock! Make me your Slave! Feminise me! I want to be a good girl!"

The sort of wild submission that only the lightest touch of his masculinity had thrown most of his conquests thus far into had taken the entire night to send Mewtwo over the edge for, “Ride my cock. Show me how grateful your cunt is. Make sure I know how much you want your Master's seed in your belly."

Olin moved his hands to those wide thighs, providing some gentle guidance as the large Pokémon began to rock his hips back and forth, his own curved cock a mess of cum and submission against Olin's muscled chest. A needy Pokémon slut, exactly as demanding as such a powerful creature had the right to be – with his body empowered by his own psychic energy, there was no danger of stamina being depleted despite the draining rigour of riding a lap. Mewtwo would indeed take Olin's cock until he came himself dry.

“The pleasure is too much. I cannot think…" They whined, that androgynous voice settling as they fell into this role, this identity. Undeniably masculine, it was surely the inner voice of a man. But it was tinted with feminine pleasure, the pitched ululations of a mated female, “Too hard. Too big. Too deep. I'm cumming again, Master! I'm having a sissygasm on Master's cock!"

His own purple orbs rested upon Olin's crotch, and as he hilted once more, he felt them throb against him, another thick load of male submission pressed between him. Those feminine wails contradicted the strong scent of masculinity, the grasp of a lube-slicked and tail-gaped hole as gracious as any pussy. The Genetic Pokémon embraced him, pressing Olin's face into his shoulder as he rode his cock so needily, desperate in the pursuit of sissy pleasure.

For Olin as well, the distortion of reality that was feminisation was addicting, the exclamations of that psychic voice stoking his arousal, to the maximum. His cock was like iron, throbbing with his own need, leaking precum and crushed by the velvet vice of Mewtwo's insides. The sensation was unique, a hole which there was no biological need for, summoned only for pleasure, the rock of their hips, clench of their muscles, and thrashing of their tail, served to drag, squeeze, and pummel his maleness with pleasure.

He snarled and bit his hip to hold on. No. Mewtwo deserved better. He was a good girl. A good Master held on until their Slave had cum themselves dry. Time perhaps to hurry that process along. The weight of this Pokémon was hardly insubstantial, but Olin was a large and strong man. He shifted his hips, finding some leverage against the cushion beneath him and thrusting upwards, adding his own potency to the bounce of the submissive male, impact and power to their rut.

“My cock is an ornament." That proud voice declared, “A toy for the amusement of my Master. Every orgasm is applause to your masculinity. Every sissy bitchgasm is my surrender to superior Human cock." He whined, another thunderous orgasm having his diminished maleness wring out the last of his seed between them, “I am your Pokémon. Your Slave. Your mate."

Olin dragged them to the hilt of his maleness, “My good girl."

He fucked his needy Pokémon dry, revelling in the wet shlicking of his own gouging cock deep inside an undertail made messy by an endless river of precum and an overabundance of lubrication. He growled, “I'm going to cum. Tell me how much you want it."

Arms and legs grabbed him tightly, the tentacle-like tail wrapped around Olin's thigh, and Mewtwo held him as closely as he was able, pressing them together so hard it was as if he hoped that they could become one being, “Please, Master…" He moaned throatily, “Please cum inside me. My sissy hole needs your seed…"

Olin delivered. His body inundated with sweat and the messy orgasms of the submissive male riding him, his face framed by swinging golden locks, he roared like a lion and pumped his Slave full with a load that had them quake and twitch in their own compelled orgasm. Just like a feminised sissy of a male should when their dominant male gave them the messy creampie they were yearning for.

His legs were numb. Olin wasn't quite sure if it was the force of one of the strongest orgasms of his life that had driven the strength entirely from his lower body, or the exertion of bouncing such a heavy creature in his lap for so long. There was a little daylight coming in through those blinds now, and dawn was hours away when they had started. How long has they been at this? How long has he teased Mewtwo for? How long has the submissive male sucked his cock? How many orgasms had he fucked out of his Slave?

The Pokémon rose, levitated by psychic power to unsheathe Olin's cock, leaning back slightly and grabbing his legs to part them. He floated there, showing off a messy creampie and a gaped hole, a grateful cunt pumped full of his Master's seed. His eyes were slightly glazed, his breathing heavy. And then he blinked, and seemed to realise something. The Pokémon swallowed, “Arceus' mercy. What am I doing? Have I lost my mind?"

Mewtwo started to move, but Olin spoke, “No. Stay there. I like watching it run down your tail. I did that. I marked you. I'm your Master."

A blush at their cheeks, submission in their voice. But a smile. Their first smile. How adorable.

“As… you command… Master…"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User EWEW who suggested Mewtwo and the core of the idea which turned into... this. It's your fault that this exists! You did this! I have a plan for dealing with things to not have Mewtwo be a push-to-win button that invalidates the whole series, but still. I didn't intend for Mewtwo to show up until Team Nuzlocke and Mystic City, but the idea of this chapter was so strong in my head that I just had to do it. Even though it's a bit of a risk, I hope that you give me some rope to see this through. That said - I'm pretty proud of this chapter, and I had a lot of fun writing it. I really hope that you enjoyed this entry.

Special thanks to User Saxton for the support in pms and for adopting Kommo-o. User NoNoNope for their awesome support and cheering on the political A-Plot! User EWEW again (I hope you enjoyed this one since you suggested it!). User Greenhoof for the kind words and support. User Anthro-Loewe for cheering on the series. User AdvancedCBMaster for having me lean more into Mewtwo subversion. User Etnom1 for the support (and I like that Incineroar idea a lot...). User LoupGarou for cheering on Lucario cookie and punch-dragon! User Airwall for all of the reviews (I really appreciate you taking the time to put together a post like that - thank you!). User Winterwolf87 for reminding me of the criminally underrated Flareon. And User Berry2257 for finding an esoteric Pokemon (I do wanna hit some of the crazy ones especially!).

Axel belongs to AdvancedCBMaster, Chester Kent belongs to NoNoNope, and Devon belongs to Snakebussyorsnubussy. Seviper has been adopted by Greenhoof, and Kommo-o by Saxton - but I've not had chance yet to reference these two.

As always, thanks for every fave, vote, folder sub, watch, read, and especially comments. You are the guys that have given the prompts and shaped the story, and I'm very grateful for all of the suggested pokemon, kinks, ideas, kind words, and everything else. It's because of you that I'm writing these at such a pace. Thank you. I'm honoured that people are reading this series at all.

Next up is Olin's day off - and I'm still open for any and all ideas for what he does with his trio that day (I intend to focus on Dusty, Lady, and Vee). After that, I want to go into the wilds - so please suggest any wild pokemon and encounters that could be had in the field! Olin will be off on a trip with Gideon that should last a few chapters if I can make it work. Scenarios and such would really help as well, as I want to do some fun framing while he's out in the wilds. Ah - I have a very busy few days coming up, so I probably won't be able to write again for a little while. The next one might be a little slower than usual as a result. Sorry for the extra wait, and I hope you look forward to it.

Have a most excellent day.