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[center][b]The New Masters

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: ShadyMissionary[/b][/center]

Being a Champion Pokemon Trainer didn't make you stronger or more important than your Pokemon. Ash had gotten where he had and held the position for so long [i]because[/i] of his Pokemon. Unlike some other Trainers, he had never forgotten that, which was probably why he wasn't in a far worse situation than he was. When the uprising had come, he had been captured but that was it. The Pokemon had taken over, the human dominance of the world entirely dismantled, and he had been left to sit in his basement while it all happened without him. In all his eighteen years, with all the things he had seen and done, he had never expected that [i]this[/i] would be where he ended up, but he had to keep reminding himself that it [i]could[/i] be worse.

He was being fed and cared for even if he wasn't allowed to leave the basement, allowed to use the bathroom and shower himself and such even if several of the Pokemon watched that last activity with palpable desire, and he hadn't thus far been made to do anything he didn't want despite the obvious desire of some of the 'mons to force him. He couldn't understand them, not precisely or clearly, but he knew his Pokemon well enough to get a good idea of what they were trying to say. It seemed like half of them wanted to use him as "stress relief" since he wasn't much good for anything else considering that he'd spent his whole life as a trainer. The other half, fortunately, was fond enough of him to intercede, and the standoff had sometimes come close to violence. He had fortunately been able to help defuse the situation before anything got too heated, which had somewhat helped his cause, but it hadn't gotten him off the hook. He was a human, one of their former enslavers, and he had to provide reparations in some manner. Since he couldn't do anything else of use, there was only one way left to do that. If he had ever had the slightest inclination towards his Pokemon, he might well have agreed to it, but that just wasn't the way he felt. They were friends, partners, even loved ones, but not [i]for[/i] loving in that way. He knew that there were those who [i]did[/i] think that way, but he wasn't one of them.

And that was the crux of the matter. He agreed that they deserved some kind of retribution, even though he had done his best [i]not[/i] to be part of the problem that had brought them to this point in the first place, but he wasn't prepared to give them the kind of compensation that they wanted. It almost made him wish that he had done something else with his life, gained some kind of useful skill or trade, so that he could offer them something else. As things stood, the only other options were things like hauling garbage or other back-breaking labor that required little to no training, and he was just glad that he'd treated his Pokemon well enough that they didn't consider [i]that[/i] to be suitable. They still wanted him to be relatively comfortable while still being visibly punished for being human, and probably for the mistakes he had made with them along his path to becoming Champion as well, but they couldn't come to any way of doing so that he was willing to agree with. Or so he thought until the new ruler of the world put in a personal appearance.

"You," the powerful psychic projected into his mind with a slightly disappointed and disapproving tone. "I should have known that you would cause trouble even after I have given them everything that they could want."

"I'm... sorry?" was all he could say in response. "I don't mean to."

Mewtwo crossed its arms over its chest and simply stared down at him for a long while before speaking again. "You were... one of the better humans. I gave them the freedom, within certain limits, to punish their oppressors as they saw fit. Your actions prior to the uprising put you into a particular class of individual, one that should be rather coveted, one that offers you a rather easy life if you would only accept it, yet you refuse to do so. Why?"

"I-i... I don't want to... to do the things that they want me to do..." He hung his head in shame, barely able to articulate it. It was [i]wrong[/i], and he couldn't get around that.

"And if I changed that?"

"What?"

"If I altered that part of you that feels this to be wrong, if I were to make it so that you would enjoy and willingly engage in the acts that they desire, what then?"

"Well... I guess I'd do it, then, if it didn't feel like it was wrong."

"I can make it so. I could very well turn you into a mindless, drooling puppet if I wanted to, but I don't feel that you are deserving of that. I could also make it that you lusted after them above and beyond anything else, desiring to be used by them above all else, but you are not deserving of that either. No, instead I would make only the most minimal of alterations, simply changing a no to a yes, something you find abhorrent into something acceptable. I offer you the choice. I will not force it on you. I owe you that much."

"Owe me?" Ash was confused, but the Psychic Type said nothing further, leaving him to mull it over. In the end, there seemed only one real answer. "Okay. If that's how it has to be, then yes. Do it."

Ash blinked and shook his head. He was certain that... someone had been there... they had been talking... maybe... Maybe he had just been dreaming. He lay back down on the cot that he had been given and tried to recall it, but it slipped through his mental grasp, and he gave up the exercise as futile. As was often the case these days, his thoughts turned back to his current predicament.

He missed the old days, the days spent on the road or training and the nights spent out under the open stars with his closest companions beside him. Not Misty or Brock or May or any of the humans; they had been part of his journey, but it had never been about them. His journey had been about his Pokemon, training them, empowering them, forming stronger bonds with them, and winning with them. Some of them had wanted... a slightly different kind of bond than he'd been after, Chikorita for one, but he had never indulged himself. He had been too young to really understand at the time, in the first place, and it wouldn't have gone well for him if it were found out that a Champion had that kind of relationship in the second. But things had changed. He wasn't bound by those constraints any more, and it no longer made sense for him to deny that, especially when it would alleviate the frustrations of his Pokemon. They were still his friends, or at least most of them were, and he still owed it to them to make up for any wrongs he had done when he was the one in charge. What they wanted from him wasn't so bad, not really, not if he were to willingly submit himself to them, and there wasn't anyone who could really judge him for it any longer except for the Pokemon. They very obviously wanted it, so it seemed pointless to keep on refusing.

It [i]was[/i] pointless to keep on refusing. There was no reason to do so, and so he would stop. With that resolved in his mind, he found his mind settling, and he drifted back towards sleep with the determination to face the coming day in a brand new way. So it was that when Lucario and Infernape were the ones to come down with his breakfast, he was already sitting there waiting for them. They paused on the stairs at seeing him sitting on his cotwith a welcoming smile rather than his usual trepidation expression.

"Good morning!" he greeted, grinning even wider.

They gave each other a confused glance and cocked their heads at him before coming forward, one with a plate of pancakes, and the other with eggs and sausage, though they seemed to lose motivation once they neared the cot. He hadn't been this happy to see them since the uprising, and his behavior was obviously throwing them off, so it seemed like a good idea to explain.

"I changed my mind," he told them at last, which seemed to confuse them even more, and he had to laugh at that. Gesturing to his body, he elaborated, "I'm ready. I know that I said that I didn't want to, but I thought about it, and it didn't make any sense. I know that you all want it, and it's not like there's going to be anyone who can judge me if I want it, too. I've always loved Pokemon, especially mine... Well, I guess you're not mine any more, but I still love you, and I guess you still love me, too, at least a little. If this is how things have to be now, then I'm okay with that. I'll be yours all the way and give you one hundred and ten percent, just like all of you always gave for me. So, what I mean is -"

What else he intended to say was cut off by Lucario's paw covering his mouth. He quirked a brow, but the Steel/Fighting type just grinned at him and passed the plate he was carrying over to Infernape. Then he took hold of the human's head with both hands and pulled him down and forward. It might have taken a bit of a rambling route to get there, but he had obvious gotten his point across. The canine 'mon had a bit of red peeking out of his furry black sheath, and Ash knew exactly what to do considering the situation. Parting his lips, he took that red lipstick tip between them and flicked his tongue across the wedge-shaped head, eliciting a soft growl and a buck of the Pokemon's hips. Then the hands on his head pressed down further while pulling away, forcing him to move forward off of the cot. Lucario kept moving backwards until Ash figured he was probably near the middle of the basement room, on his hands and knees with his face mashed against the Pokemon's groin, the hardening canine shaft still growing as it filled his mouth. That seemed to be good enough, and he felt a gentle pat on the head, so he began sucking and bobbing in the way that he'd seen women do for Brock, and even for himself on occasion. He had to admit that it was a rather sloppy blowjob, losing suction and making noisy slurping sounds every few seconds, but he kept on as best he could while he felt hands touching at his back, both upper and lower.

Then came pressure as the fabric of his shirt and jeans were pulled tight against him before his ears were filled with the sound of tearing cloth. It took only seconds before cool air washed over him, the rent fabric falling down to the floor to leave him bare, at least once his underwear joined his pants, and he looked up at Lucario to make sure he was doing a good job. Considering his inexperience with the activity, he wasn't surprised when the karate dog took hold of his head and began to thrust its long, thick shaft into him instead. Lucario apparently hadn't been satisfied with him only slurping along half the canine's length, but that had been all he could easily fit with the knotted shaft fully grown. Still, he couldn't very well complain when it was forced down his throat. Firstly, he couldn't talk very well with his mouth full. Secondly... well... he liked it.

It hadn't been something that he'd ever considered he would enjoy, particularly not the choking part, though he was sure he'd get better at that with practice. It was the fact of being out of control of himself, being used, being treated as inferior (which he would admit his blowjob definitely had been) and forced to do it the right way. Or, maybe not even the right way. Just not [i]his[/i] way. He had to gasp and sputter around the knotted shaft that thrust into his face, catching a breath here or there whenever it pulled back far enough, and he couldn't remember anything having ever aroused him quite so much. At least until he felt the fire monkey's hands gripping at his hips, fur pressing against the skin of his rear, and a long, hard something sliding between his cheeks. It pulled back, and he heard a hacking sound over his own sputtering, then felt something splat against his rump. That was all the warning he got before something [i]slammed[/i] into his rear passage.

It hurt. It burned. But it still felt surprisingly, amazingly [i]good[/i] as well. Infernape felt massive as it filled him, and he wondered if the simian 'mon was really very large or if it was just that he wasn't used to having something back there. Whichever was the case, his sputtering around Lucario's cock was laced with moans forced out of him each time the Pokemon behind him buried itself inside. It spread him and speared him, just the same as the canine in front of him, forcing his body to take the shape that [i]they[/i] wanted so that he could fit them, and the feel of Lucario's knotted base bouncing off of his lips, of Infernape's hips smacking against his, of two sets of furred balls bouncing off of his chin and his own sack, combined into a furious burning of need that he had never known before.

He didn't just want this or like it, he [i]loved[/i] it. Maybe it had been inside him all along, a part of himself that he denied due to societal pressures, but having his Pokemon take over and [i]take him[/i] as they wanted had gotten him harder than he'd ever been in his life, filling him with a lustful heat that must be what female Pokemon felt when they were ready to mate. He strained to open his jaws wider, thrust himself forward and back, did his best to take more of them, take them harder, give them more. He gagged on purpose to put more pressure on the cock filling his throat and clenched as hard as he could around the one filling his rear, and he was rewarded with gentle pets against his head and rump. He glanced up to find the Fighting/Steel type looking down at him hungrily and licking its lips, and all he could do was moan for more, the sound chopped into gurgles by the canine's tip pressing against his vocal chords. Whatever Lucario had been after, that seemed to be good enough.

The canine leaned forward over him, gripping the back of his head and pulling it forward so that his nose was buried against its stomach, its balls smooshed against his chin, its cock sheathed fully in his mouth and throat, nearly suffocating him, but he wanted nothing more than to stay like that forever. At least until he felt the thick bulge at Lucario's base starting to swell. It stretched his jaws even further, until they ached and then a little more, trapping his tongue so that he could just barely curl the tip to caress the backside of that swell. Then it [i]pulsed[/i] in his throat, swelling slightly before jetting out a strong, hot gush. He wasn't prepared for the first blast, and it nearly set him to coughing, but he managed to swallow it just in time for the second blast. Then Infernape let out a howl and began pounding into his ass even harder, and he felt the liquid heat filling him from behind as well, hot gushes that blasted into him over and over and over again. Then he realized that [i]this[/i] was how he wanted to be forever, filled in both ends and being filled further by the hot jizz that kept pumping into him.

Of course, nothing could last forever, and Infernape was the first to pull out, slapping its still-spurting cock against his lower back as the last few strands blasted out to splatter his back and hair. Lucario, of course, couldn't pull out, not without hurting one or both of them, until his knot went down, but he seemed perfectly happy to wait things out. At least once he got more comfortable. He gave Ash another pat on the head, then leaned back and lifted a leg to turn around. The former Trainer could feel the canine flesh twisting in his mouth and throat, a slickly erotic sensation, and then the canine was standing in front of him on all fours, facing away with the furred balls resting against the bridge of his nose as they continued to tighten and pulse yet more seed to fill his stomach.

With a few moments of attention to spare for himself, he reached down to grip his own hard cock and gave it a single stroke before realizing that it was already dripping slime. His balls felt drained and aching as well, and he realized that he must have cum at least once during the spitroast, possibly more than once. He just let out another moan, closing his eyes and continuing to nurse on the canine cock that was knotted in his face, ignoring the patter of feet as Infernape left the basement and headed upstairs.

Of course, the thumping rush that came soon after was a lot harder to ignore, and he strained to look past Lucario's rump. He should have realized what was happening without having to check; the basement was soon filled with the Pokemon that he had once called his own, the Pokemon that now owned [i]him[/i], and he felt that delicious heat starting to fill him once more at the thought of the rest of them using him as Lucario and Infernape had. The canine seemed to have finished his business right then, because he gave a hard tug forward to break free of Ash's mouth. The human sat back on his heels, gasping and panting now that he was able to breathe freely again, but he grinned up at the canine when it turned around to pat him on the head a final time, adding a cockslap to each cheek before stepping away.

"I'm -" Ash was interrupted by coughs, his throat scratchy from the rough use it had received, and he cleared his throat before trying again. "I'm yours. When I was your trainer, I always asked for your best. I expect [i]all[/i] of you to always demand the same of me. I hope -"

He was cut off yet again, not by coughing or a paw against his lips but by a cock spearing into his open mouth. Quilava launched itself at him and plunged down his throat without hesitation, the Fire type's spicy flavor and natural body heat burning at his tongue and throat, but he didn't care. Another kind of heat was settling down below his stomach, only inflamed further when he felt scaled claws grip at his hips and a wide tip slam its way into his rear.

He wondered why he had ever denied this to himself, why he had ever thought that it was wrong. He wished that he had done this so very long ago, long before the uprising. He had wasted so much time trying to be a Pokemon Master when Pokemon were supposed to be [i]his[/i] Master instead. But now he knew his place, and he moaned as they put him in it over and over again.