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It had been days. Days. Days of wasted time and failure. Now he was sitting in the chair, staring off into space, being no more productive.

A week at this point. That was how long Cellus had been trying to fix his mistake. And so far, he had absolutely nothing to show for it. Reeve was still small, his size was stuck in the wooden figurine that almost seemed to be taunting him at this point, and Cellus had no better handle on the situation than he did before. Part of him wanted to blast the stupid thing into pieces, but he had no idea how that might affect Reeve’s chances of returning to normal...if it wasn’t one contiguous object, it might not respond the same way.

That was the really troublesome thing to Cellus. There was so much that could potentially go wrong now...if he made even one key mistake, it could be the end of any hope of a return to normal. Anything he did carried a risk, and he was trying to avoid as much risk as possible...but the least risky option was also turning out to be impossible. He simply couldn’t reconnect to the shifted size...after countless attempts over the last week, he hadn’t just made no progress, he’d lost what little he had. Before it felt like he could reach out and touch it at least...now he couldn’t even do that. It was incredibly frustrating, especially when he realized he’d have to admit defeat...he couldn’t just do things that way, which meant he’d spent a week on a wild goose chase.

All that time, coming to nothing...as if I needed more to stress over.

He’d have to take a more drastic action now...but a more drastic action was a more risky action. There were several options, but he wasn’t sure what kinds of risks he was running by performing them...and it had him paralyzed with indecision. What was the most likely to work and the least likely to go bad? Could he find a balance? What would happen if he couldn’t undo this?

“Cellus? You still in here?” Reeve stepped through the door, sounding as care-free as could be. That was the other part of the bizarre story; Reeve seemed as unconcerned as Cellus was concerned. It had been clear for a while now, but he still didn’t really understand it. The changes weren’t drastic, Reeve was still Reeve for the most part, but they weren’t subtle either. It shouldn’t have been that much...which had him worried that something else had gone wrong. At least today he hadn’t gone too far away from the house, though that wasn’t bound to last.

“I don’t think staring at it is gonna do much.” Reeve looked back and forth between the Abra and the figurine. “Guessing you haven’t gotten a hold of it yet?”

“No...I don’t think I can. I can’t even sense it now...which means I’ll probably have to try something else that I don’t know if it’ll work.”

“Ah. Well, just let me know what you want to do, I’ll be ready for it.” Completely devoid of disappointment, completely devoid of fear. Cellus almost wished he could have that mindset, except it would probably prevent him from actually fixing the problem.

“I don’t get it, Reeve...you don’t seem to care, don’t you want to be back to normal?”

“I guess, but I’m not too worried about it. I don’t mind being this way for a while at least.”

“But...aren’t you worried about being forced to stay that way?”

“Heck no! Because you’re gonna figure it out, Cellus, I know you are! You’re smart, and skilled, and good at this kinda thing. You might not have got it yet, but you will, so why should I worry about that?”

The Abra managed a weak smile. That was a reassuring thought, at least...this might’ve been even harder if Reeve was concerned, or terrified, or angry. Even though the attitude was odd, there were upsides to him having it. “Thanks, Reeve...I’m glad you feel that way. Wish I had that much confidence right now…”

“It sounds to me like you need to relax a bit…”

“I dunno, the longer I let this sit-” Cellus didn’t finish, cutting off with a sharp inhalation as Reeve’s hand started rubbing his groin. When had he gotten between his legs?

“You told me yourself, a fuzzy mind’s the worst enemy of the psychic. Even I can tell you’re fuzzy right now...you’re not gonna clear up without taking a break, so you’re gonna have to wait anyway. So let me help you relax…” The human’s hand was doing that effectively already, drawing Cellus’s cock out of his slit; the feelings of rising lust were certainly taking his mind off of his task.

The thing Cellus understood least was this change. Reeve had hardly been asexual normally, and he’d enjoyed romps with bigger Pokémon more than anything, but he never seemed the needy or loose type. Shrunken down like this, though, he was a lot less inhibited, a lot more...well, the only real word for it was slutty. True, he’d joked about this before, but now he was questioning whether that was really just Reeve being Reeve or something more. He definitely didn’t seem to even have the capacity to turn down an advance...though, it seemed like the other Pokémon weren’t really giving him much choice. And Reeve didn’t mind that, either. It was something unnatural, and Cellus felt almost like it was taking advantage of him to use him in this state for such things...but, he wasn’t stopping the human here. Quite the contrary, his legs were parting more, giving easier access to his groin, and a hand had gone to the back of Reeve’s head, encouraging him towards the inevitable conclusion.

Soon the Abra’s shaft had made its full appearance, and Reeve wasn’t wasting any time. His mouth opened and he pushed it in, taking it to the hilt...very quickly, much more than usual, but Cellus wasn’t arguing now, his hand helped push the human down and his hips pushed up to ensure that Reeve’s lips were kissing his slit. Well over a week of pent-up frustrations were coming out of him as well, getting him a bit rougher than he would otherwise be...his exhausted brain, however, seemed to be encouraging him to not care.

And if that wasn’t enough, Reeve was certainly helping as well. Bobbing deep on his dick, ceding to every exertion of force Cellus could give him, and snaking his tongue out to lick the inside of Cellus’s slit where it could fit in around that thick staff...it was pleasure, glorious pleasure, something he’d been sorely lacking in for a while, and it was freeing him from the doldrums. He was wanting for control in other aspects, but here he could be in control, here he could be in his element, with Reeve doing at all at his behest without so much as a complaint, even offering himself.

It almost happened before he even realized it, but once he did he didn’t try to stop it. He suddenly stood, took hold of the human’s head in both hands, and began to throat-fuck him, shoving his cock hard into Reeve’s mouth and dragging it out with much more force than usual. Every time his groin met the human’s face he could hear Reeve moan, a muffled sound that was deliriously euphoric, pushing him further into his dominant state. Even without being upsized, he was feeling as much power and control over Reeve as he did during their more drastic shifts...maybe that was Reeve’s intent all along, and he wasn’t in the mindset to stop it.

Having not had sex in days, it wasn’t long before he was feeling the throbbing in his shaft that told him he was about to blow...and all he did was slam in harder and faster, using Reeve’s mouth for his own pleasure. And when the human started swallowing around him, it pushed him over the edge, a powerful cry escaping him as he poured a heavy, pent-up load into that slutty mouth, which sucked and licked and bobbed on him to draw as much of his seed into him as possible. Cellus’s grip remained tight throughout, working himself as much as Reeve was working him, intent on cumming out all that frustration along with his ample seed.

And he wanted more. NEEDED more.

Just as his orgasm had finished tapering off, he pulled Reeve’s head off him and then pounced, putting the human flat on his back and pinning him with surprising strength. Reeve didn’t even have to ask, spreading himself for the Abra...and Cellus took without hesitation, spearing Reeve on his cock and pounding away inside him in an instant. Now he could hear the human moaning freely, could pick up on his mind begging to be fucked and filled and overpowered...all of it hitting exactly the right note to Cellus, who drank it in and gave exactly what was wanted.

His body felt freer than in a long while, stronger and more capable. His grip on Reeve tightened and his pin became fiercer, his moans turning almost to growls as he ravaged the human below him. The tension was driving him harder, to buck in more fiercely and exert his will more forcefully over the one thing he knew he had control over. Psychic pulses started to shoot from him into Reeve, making the human convulse as the sheer power of the Abra’s mind worked on him, pressure and pleasure combined shooting through him. Nothing he could do would allow him escape from this now, and Cellus could already tell he was perfectly fine with that.

He pulled out, and then flipped Reeve over onto his front, not even bothering to use his mind to help him as he grabbed the human’s arms and held them firmly behind his back. Then he rammed in again, and added another bolt of psychic energy to impose himself completely on Reeve. And Reeve was still moaning as loud as he could, his own cock was dribbling precum, the scent wafting into Cellus’s nose and inflaming his state further. Drilling hard, with complete power over Reeve, he felt himself finally achieving some relief from that stress and frustration. The pleasure was overpowering the negativity, the rush was pushing back at the tension...Reeve was right, he needed this, more than he ever knew.

And just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, he felt Reeve start to clench down on him, trying to milk him of his seed...he wanted this just as bad as Cellus did, the Abra could sense that intrinsically. Now he understood why Reeve had been going out despite the risks...it wasn’t despite the risks, it was because of them, he had been craving this sort of thing and Cellus had been so wrapped up in the issue that he hadn’t realized it. He still didn’t know if this was Reeve’s doing or something that happened because of his own actions...at the moment, it didn’t matter, it was what it was and it was time for him to play his part.

The force of his thrusts increased, and so did his psychic waves. Mentally battering the human into utter submission to him, showing all the power that he had over him, was liberating beyond belief, unlocking the chains that had been holding him down. He felt his cock start to throb madly, preparing itself for release, and used every ounce of his strength to try to drive it out of himself...and then he heard Reeve cry out, felt him clamp down and spasm around him, smelled the scent of his cum bursting out of him, and that was it. His cry was loud, forceful, simultaneously unlike him and PURELY him, as he slammed in one final time and let loose a heavy deluge of Abra seed inside his human. He could feel Reeve squirming as he was filled, each pumped coaxing another motion out of him...it wasn’t nearly the biggest load that Reeve had ever been filled with, yet it carried with it more of a weight than any other load he’d taken from Cellus so far. Not the biggest, but the most important.

The orgasm faded, but the sense of freedom did not...Cellus panted hard, but his body felt looser, his mind calmer than it had for quite some time. And as he looked down at the human underneath him, also heaving hard but carrying a blissful expression on his face...he was certain something had happened that he didn’t quite understand in this whole thing, but he felt less worried about it than ever. “Reeve...thank you…”

“Ah...y-you’re welcome...Cellus...a-and...thank you…”

He was understanding a bit better now...Reeve had been needing this as much as he did. No wonder he had been all over him so quickly. He pulled out of the human and picked him up with a combination of his arms and his mind. “I think I need a break from thinking about this...what say we spend some time just...relaxing before I get back to it.”

“I would love to...Cellus…” Something about that word carried something more on it than normal, but Cellus decided not to worry about that for now. He’d spent enough time worrying, and it hadn’t gotten him anywhere. Maybe getting his mind off it, as well as getting other things off, would be more helpful.