Chapter 2719 - TP 2

A full week had slipped by since we first stepped into Viridian Forest.

The days blurred together in a haze of sweat, fire, and endless training.

Mornings started with training that left our bodies drenched in sweat. Afternoons turned into real fights against any wild Pokémon that wandered too close.

While evenings stretched deep into the night... where Charmander, Eevee, and I pushed each other in ways that left us all flushed, breathless, and somehow closer than before.

And in just seven short days, Charmander had changed a lot.

The little lizard who used to blush and look away at every glance now stood taller. Her shoulders squared with quiet pride.

Her tail flame burned brighter and steadier, no longer flickering like a nervous candle.

Those big blue eyes still carried a soft trace of shyness when they met mine... but now something warmer glowed inside them too. A growing confidence. A spark of boldness that made my chest tighten every time I saw it.

She had earned every bit of it the hard way.

Flamethrower had taken hours of careful breathing and unyielding determination. She would stand in the clearing, chest heaving, forcing her inner fire out again and again until her throat ached from the effort.

Spelon Berries helped too, their spicy heat feeding and strengthening the flames burning inside her.

Iron Tail came next, after endless swings against rocks and thick tree trunks. Each strike grew heavier, more precise, until her tail rang like metal on impact.

Scratch sharpened on its own during close-quarters fights. Her claws could now easily slice through bark with clean, swift cuts.

Her stamina had jumped too. What used to leave her panting after a few minutes barely slowed her down now.

Long runs through the trees built her endurance. The long nights filled with heat, soft gasps, and relentless teasing pushed her even further.

Eevee had not stayed on the sidelines either.

She had grown stronger in her own quiet way. While Charmander focused on raw power and new moves, Eevee worked on control and quick thinking.

She could shift between moves so smoothly now, adapting to whatever the moment needed.

Right now she stood near my feet, ears perked and tail swaying gently. She was ready to jump in if anything went wrong.

As she was still the strongest in both ability and stamina.

After all those years together, she could keep going for several long, intense rounds with me at night... far more than Charmander, who still melted into a cute, exhausted puddle after just one.

…By now we had pushed deeper into the forest.

Currently Charmander stood in the middle of a small clearing, eyes locked on her opponent.

"Scyther!" the bug cried, its voice sharp like a blade.

"Charmander!" she answered, her tail flame flaring bright with excitement.

The Scyther did not wait. It vanished in a blur, then shot forward with Quick Attack, blades slicing through the air.

"Dodge left, then Scratch!" I called out right away.

Charmander twisted away at the last second. The blades whistled past her scales.

As the Scyther flew by, she lashed out fast. Her claws raked across its side with a sharp screech of sparks.

It did not even slow down. It spun around in the same smooth motion.

In a flicker, its body split. One became two... then five. Double Team filled the air with identical copies circling her.

"Stay calm," I said, my voice steady. "Flamethrower, wide arc!"

Charmander planted her feet. Heat built deep in her chest. Then she let it out in a roaring sweep of flames that lit up the dim forest like a sunset.

The fire tore through the copies. Two vanished in puffs of smoke.

The real Scyther dropped its Double Team and leaped high, trying to dodge the rest… but Charmander had already learned from our training. She kept the stream going, turning her head to track it.

"Scyther!" Seeing the attack didn't stop, it pressed forward.

Its arm blades glowed as it came crashing down with Brick Break, cutting straight through the flames.

"Use Iron Tail, hit it back!" I shouted.

Charmander reacted in an instant. Her tail hardened with a metallic shine. She swung it upward like a hammer.

The two collided mid-air with a loud clang that shook the leaves. A shockwave rippled out, sending dust swirling across the ground.

Scyther flipped back and landed lightly. Charmander slid one step, then held her ground.

This one was strong. Stronger than anything we had faced so far.

It did not pause. With a sharp cry, it slashed forward. Blades of compressed air shot toward her... Air Slash.

She took the hits, the force pushing her back as her feet scraped against the ground, but she held her stance.

As at the last moment, just like we had practiced, she raised her arms to guard, letting them take the brunt of the attack and shielding the rest of her body.

Thin red marks appeared along her arms.

Her eyes narrowed, burning with fire.

"Char...mander!" she growled, low and fierce.

Pride swelled warm in my chest. This was her toughest fight yet, and she was still pushing hard.

"Ember to distract, then close in with Scratch!" I ordered.

Small flames burst out like scattered fireworks. The Scyther weaved through them, but the distraction gave her just enough time.

Charmander closed the gap fast. Her claws slashed deep across its chest.

"Scyther!" It shot back with another Quick Attack, slamming into her side.

She skidded across the dirt. She coughed once, but her flame never flickered.

She looked straight at me, eyes bright with trust, waiting for the next command.

I felt that trust right back.

"Finish this. Flamethrower, full power!"

She drew in the deepest breath yet. Her whole body glowed red with inner heat.

The flames that burst forward were thicker, hotter, roaring like a living wave. They swallowed the Scyther whole.

The bug tried one last Air Slash, but the fire ate it up. It cried out in pain, then collapsed, unconscious.

Silence settled over the clearing.

Charmander stood there, chest rising and falling fast. Sweat and dirt glistened on her warm scales, making them shine softly in the faint forest light. She had never looked more alive, more beautiful, more sexy and hot.

The defeated Scyther lay unconscious on the ground.

I took out an empty Poké Ball and threw it.

It hit and bounced off Scyther before snapping open with a flash of red light.

The light quickly engulfed it, pulling it inside as the ball fell to the ground. It shook once… twice… three times… and finally clicked shut.

Just as I was about to walk over and pick it up, a bright white light suddenly wrapped around Charmander.

The glow grew stronger, almost blinding.

Her body began to change. Her limbs stretched longer, her frame growing taller and sharper.

The flame on her tail flared wildly like a bonfire, casting flickering light across the clearing.

The light pulsed one final time.

A powerful, triumphant roar tore from her throat.

"CHARRRRRRRMELEON!"

Charmander had evolved…

The thought still buzzed electric in my veins as I picked up the Poké Ball containing my newly caught Pokémon.

My cock throbbed hard against my pants, thick and heavy, already leaking at the idea of how much hotter and tighter her pussy would feel now that she'd grown into this sleek new form.

I'd watched the blinding light swallow her in the clearing. The battle was over. Now I needed to see her, every new curve, every inch waiting to be claimed…

I walked straight to the Charmeleon, who was standing tall in the sunlight. Her mouth now lined up perfectly with my throbbing cock.

No more kneeling.

No more awkward bending.

From now on she could just open those hot lips, and swallow me down comfortably while I stood.

Fuck, she looked perfect.

Her body had turned sleek and more feminine.

Smooth red scales hugged every new swell and dip, gleaming with that inner heat that made the air shimmer around her.

A soft pink underbelly stretched across her stomach, dipping down toward the puffy, glistening slit between her thick thighs.

Sharp white claws tipped her fingers and toes, catching the light with every small movement, dangerous little points that only made her look sexier.

Wide hips flared out invitingly, begging to be gripped. Her long, powerful tail swayed behind her, the bigger flame at the tip flaring brighter with every excited flick.

One sharp horn curved back from her head, framing a face that was still cute but now carried a bold, confident edge.

Those big blue eyes locked onto mine as I stood right in front of her.

A small, knowing smirk curved her snout.

The nervous little Charmander was gone. In her place stood a sleek, powerful Charmeleon who knew exactly what she wanted.

For half a second I wondered if the evolution had made her more rebellious.

But it didn't matter. If she tried, I'd just pin her down and fuck her harder, deeper, until she melted back into my perfect, dripping little slut.

She tilted her head up at me, then slowly turned. Her hips rolled in a smooth, teasing circle, like she was dancing just for me.

The motion made her thick ass cheeks flex slightly, her long tail curling out of the way.

Her legs parted just enough to show off her slick pussy, now even wetter and more inviting, lips glistening with arousal.

"Charmeleon~♡" she purred, her voice low and throaty, full of that same warm affection as before, sweet, possessive, and dripping with lust just for me.

I grinned wide with relief.

Even after evolving, she was still my perfect girl.

That week of hard, relentless training at night, had worked perfectly… no need to tame her again. She was still the same eager, cock-hungry little slut deep down…

"Looks like I'll have to give you a very special reward today, Charmeleon."

Her eyes lit up with excitement.

While her mind, flooded with vivid images of my thick cock slamming deep, stretching her wide, pounding her until she screamed in pleasure and her juices ran down her thighs…

While those dirty images still burned in her head, I glanced over at Eevee. The little fluffball had already padded closer, fluffy tail swishing fast, eyes bright with need.

"Let's set up camp early, girls."

"Char~♡"

"Vee~♡"

Both of them knew exactly what an early camp meant.

More time for their Trainer to reward them until they turn senseless...

-x-X-x-

Eevee and Charmeleon helped set up camp this time.

Normally they felt too tired after a full day of training and left most of it to me. But today we had stopped early.

Both still brimmed with energy, so I simply told them what to handle.

Eevee darted around with fluffy speed and clever little paws, taking care of every small task perfectly.

Charmeleon used her increased strength and stronger flames for the heavier work.

Her sleek red body moved with new confidence, every step showing off the power she had gained.

Meanwhile, I sat down on the folding stool beside the low portable table, its surface barely reaching my knees, and started preparing dinner.

My knife sliced cleanly through the crisp vegetables in smooth, steady strokes.

More than a week in the wild had sharpened my cooking skills and it wasn't just something that needed to be done anymore…

Making meals for my girls had become one of the ways I showed them love and not to mention the quiet rhythm of chopping also helped in distracting me.

But only a little…

Even now my cock stayed half-hard.

Thick and heavy in my pants.

It ached with the constant need to bury itself deep inside their tight, eager holes.

While I stayed busy, Charmeleon pulled a small box from the bag and set it carefully in the cleared spot.

For half a second she hesitated.

The first time she had pressed that button as a Charmander, the sudden whirr-click had startled her badly. She had yelped and hid behind my legs.

Now she lifted her chin, pressed the button with confidence, and quickly stepped back.

A soft mechanical hum filled the air. The box unfolded outward. Panels snapped into place. Supports extended. Within seconds, the tent stood fully formed.

Charmeleon crossed her arms proudly.

Much better char…

Though, I barely glanced at it.

After so many years here, auto-tents were nothing new. I kept chopping, focusing on the vegetables.

Some time later…

Two silent little shadows slipped beneath the table.

I didn't need to look down.

I already knew exactly who they were.

The one with soft fur brushing against my leg was Eevee. The other, smooth scales warm with inner heat, was Charmeleon.

Their bodies pressed close against my legs.

A low, eager mix of "Vee~♡" and "Char~♡" rose from beneath the table. Warm and dripping with familiar affection.

The sound and their heat hit me hard.

My cock twitched violently inside my pants. It swelled fast and heavy, already leaking at the tip.

These two are so needy… Crawling under the table like desperate cock-hungry pets before dinner had even started. I loved how well my training had worked on them.

A quick zipper pull came from two eager mouths working together.

Cool air kissed my skin for half a second. Then their hot, hungry mouths claimed my thick, throbbing cock…

Eevee went first.

Her soft pink tongue lapped lovingly at the base. Warm and gentle. She traced slow, wet stripes up the underside. She nuzzled closer with a happy "Vee~♡," licking me with pure, affectionate need.

Then Charmeleon joined in.

The sudden rush of searing heat nearly buckled my knees. Her hotter tongue dragged along the other side. Slick and burning. It wrapped my shaft like molten silk.

The filthy contrast made my cock pulse wildly. Eevee's gentle warmth against Charmeleon's blazing heat felt incredible.

Their hungry mouths worked together, driving me crazy with every lick.

Charmeleon's scorching tongue slid up and down with confident strokes, thick warm saliva dripping from it as she looked up at me with those confident blue eyes as if asking, Do you like it… Char~♡!"

"Fuck… yes, I like it…" I groaned, voice rough and low. Your heat is driving me insane, Charmeleon… so fucking good…"

Hearing this Eevee felt herself losing the battle for my shaft. The fluffy Pokémon let out a soft, jealous whine.

So she moved lower…

She sucked one heavy orb into her warm mouth, then the other. Her little mouth stretched full around my balls.

The sudden gentle suction made my knees nearly buckle. Sharp sparks of pleasure shot straight up my spine.

Goddamn… Eevee's warm little mouth nursing my balls feels way too good with Charmeleon on my cock…

Feeling my strong reaction, Eevee happily swirled her soft tongue faster around them with loving care.

They feel so heavy and full today, she thought. I love taking care of Master like this Vee~♡…!

Charmeleon noticed Eevee's move right away. With a determined glint in her eyes, she claimed the swollen head. Her lips stretched wide around my girth.

She relaxed her throat and pushed down greedily. This time she took every inch. Her nose pressed flush against my stomach.

The tight, burning heat of her throat squeezed me perfectly.

Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the air beneath the table. "Slurp… gluck… slurp~!"

I moved the hand from the vegetables and knife down to their heads.

"That's it… good girls…" I murmured, as my hands gently stroked through Eevee's soft fur and Charmeleon's smooth scales.

They moaned louder in reply. Eevee's soft "Eevee~♡!" mixed sweetly with Charmeleon's hotter "Charmeleon~♡!"

Driven by the praise, both Pokémon picked up the pace.

…

By the time the food was perfectly cooked, I had already pumped a thick load down each of their throats.

First into Charmeleon's scorching throat.

Thick ropes of hot cum shot so forcefully that she had to swallow fast to keep up. A little overflow still leaked from the corners of her snout and dripped messily down her cream-colored chest.

After a short while, I slowly pulled out of her with a wet pop.

Eevee eagerly scrambled forward for her turn, her fluffy tail wagging with innocent excitement.

My long, thick cock at the end of the second round, slid straight down her trained throat until it reached deep into her stomach.

I gripped her soft ears gently and pumped the second massive load directly into her belly. Her throat rippled and squeezed around every inch as she swallowed happily.

So much Vee~♡…

…

I sighed and looked down at the two stuffed Pokémon. Their bellies looked a little rounder. Faces flushed. Chins shiny with cum.

"Looks like you two aren't eating dinner tonight," I said with a smile.

I had planned a nice massage and proper food like always. But today they had already filled their bellies. I wondered if it would cause any diet issues…

But then decided to ignore it... Once or twice wouldn't hurt.

…Right?

And I loved seeing them like this, well-fed on my cum instead.

I glanced at the cooked food, "…And who is going to eat this now?"

-x-X-x-

Then it hit me.

I had caught a new Pokémon today.

I took out the Poké Ball from my belt and pressed the center button, and the ball expanded instantly in my hand until it was about the size of a large orange.

While with my other hand I pulled out the Pokédex…

You might be wondering why I had taken the Pokédex out… and whether this was the only Pokémon I had caught after all this time…

The answer simply was…

NO,

It wasn't the only one.

I had caught plenty over the past week. But every time one looked promising, it turned out to be male.

It's not that I hated males.

But my desires simply ran far too deep for anything other than female Pokémon. Strong, beautiful females… and by the end of the day, melt like eager little sluts under my cock.

Useless or weak ones would only slow my journey.

So I never caught the weak ones, and released the males without hesitation.

Though I always made sure to treat their injuries first, give them food and water, and send them off, after giving my special message…

After all, I still loved every Pokémon, male or female.

That much never changed.

And as for why I was aiming the Pokédex at the Poké Ball…

That story started before my journey ever began. When I was still a small child.

My parents had taken me to visit Professor Oak's lab. As our family had poured a lot of money into his research over the years, so the Professor easily made time for us.

Back then I had asked him a simple question. Can the Pokédex scan the gender of a Pokémon?

He had shaken his head at first.

"Not yet."

I was visibly disappointed.

Seeing that, he asked why it mattered.

I told him it would be incredibly useful for studying the strength differences between males and females in battle and training.

As a researcher, his eyes lit up with excitement. He agreed it was a brilliant idea and promised to add the feature.

Thanks to that conversation, he upgraded every Pokédex with the new gender scanner.

Now every trainer in the region could enjoy this feature.

…

I aimed the Pokédex at the Poké Ball.

The device beeped once, soft and familiar.

The screen flashed bright.

"Scyther," the Pokédex announced in its crisp mechanical voice. "Bug and Flying type. The Mantis Pokémon. Scyther is extremely fast and agile. It uses its sharp scythe-like arms to cut through prey and…"

Just as it continued speaking, I pressed the button on the left side.

"Gender: Female."

Female.

My breath caught.

A slow, filthy grin spread across my face.

I stared at the sleek red-and-white sphere, pulse already racing with dark excitement.

With a flick of my wrist, I tossed it forward. White-red light burst across the grass in a brilliant flash.

The energy swirled and took shape.

A tall, sleek figure materialized before me, blades glinting dangerously in the setting sun.

Scyther stood proud and deadly.

Though a few shallow scratches marked her sleek green exoskeleton, and faint burn marks darkened parts of her left side and one wing.

Nothing serious, but enough to show she had fought hard before being caught.

Her razor-sharp scythes still looked lethal, catching the light with deadly beauty.

Her wings folded tight against her back, and those fierce red eyes locked onto mine with wary intelligence.

Fuck… she was perfect.

My cock throbbed hard in my pants, thickening instantly at the sight of her.

I imagined pinning that fast, deadly beauty down, her sharp blades scraping the ground beside us while I fucked her senseless.

Training her until she trembled with raw power and dripping need, then rewarding her every night until she melted into my perfect, eager little slut.

She would grow stronger with me.

Much stronger.

And I would claim every tight, quivering inch of her along the way.

Scyther tilted her head, watching me closely, her scythes twitching with restrained power.

This one was going to be so much fun.

-x-X-x-

So…

This was the human who had caught her.

She had heard plenty of stories from wild Pokémon over the years.

Some spoke well of trainers. Once caught, a Pokémon no longer needed to search every day for food or wander for clean water. Wounds were treated, shelter was given, and strength could grow far beyond what the wild usually offered.

Others spoke with bitterness. They warned of being trapped in balls, cages, harsh commands, careless trainers, and freedom taken away piece by piece.

Among wild Pokémon, one rule was simple:

If you were defeated fairly, capture could be accepted.

But if the human proved weak, dishonest, or cruel…

You escaped the first chance you got.

Scyther's gaze never wavered.

She could not deny the truth.

She had lost fairly.

The memory still irritated her.

Her eyes finally shifted, landing first on the food near me, then on the two Pokémon curled beside the fire.

Eevee slept on her side. Her small belly looked round and full from dinner, and now and then her ears twitched in her sleep.

Then Scyther looked at Charmeleon.

So that little fire lizard had truly evolved.

Scyther had heard from others of her kind that their species could grow even further through evolution, changing body and strength in an instant…

Yet no matter how many battles she had fought, no such path had ever opened for her.

Charmeleon lay on her back without shame, limbs spread carelessly, mouth slightly open, deeply asleep after a good meal.

Both of them looked safe.

Both looked fed.

Both looked comfortable.

So this is how trainers treat those under them…

…

I noticed where her eyes kept drifting.

Without saying anything I reached for a wide plate. I arranged a generous portion of the hot meal I had cooked earlier and set it down a short distance in front of her.

"You can eat," I said with an easy smile. "Tell me if it tastes good."

Scyther did not move at first. Her scythe-arms stayed lifted slightly. Her body remained tense as her sharp eyes shifted between me and the plate.

She clearly expected some kind of trick.

So I simply served myself another portion. I sat beside the fire and began eating first.

Slowly.

Calmly.

Like there was nothing strange about any of this.

Scyther watched every single movement I made.

Then hunger finally won.

She stepped forward and lowered herself near the plate.

Using the sharp inner edge of one blade-arm, she neatly picked up one of the larger tofu chunks I had set aside for her, leaving the softer vegetable broth below untouched for now, since her scythe-arms would have had trouble scooping it.

Then she brought it toward her mouth.

One bite.

Her entire body froze.

"...Scy?"

Warm.

Rich.

Fresh.

Nothing like the dry scraps the forest usually offered.

She lowered her hand again. Using her blade-arms to guide more food upward.

Then another bite.

Then another.

Within moments she was eating steadily. She tried hard to keep her proud posture straight and controlled.

But her hunger showed.

She clearly wanted to devour the entire plate.

I pretended not to notice. My face stayed perfectly calm.

Inside my mind… was anything but calm.

God damn.

The way she bent over like that. That sleek green body. Those long powerful legs and dangerous scythes that made my blood run hot.

I wanted to grab those blades right now and pin them to the ground. Spread her wide and bury my thick deep inside her tight little hole.

She would glare so hard at first. Act all proud and fierce.

Then I would fuck that attitude right out of her.

Pound her senseless until those sharp eyes rolled back and she moaned like a desperate little whore.

Begging her trainer to fill her up just like my girls did every night.

My cock throbbed painfully hard against my pants. Thick and leaking…

I shifted my legs slightly to hide it.

I forced those filthy thoughts down.

Barely…

She was still new.

Trust mattered more right now.

And it wasn't as if I wanted to force myself on her. If she truly hated it, I would stop. I might even release her…

But for now I needed her to know me first, so that such a situation never arises…

"My name is Gil," I said while eating.

"I'm also the trainer of that Charmeleon who defeated you... back when she was still a Charmander."

She paused mid-bite and looked at me at once.

"I'll be honest," I continued. "I caught you because I saw potential."

Scyther slowly straightened.

Now she was listening.

"You're fast enough to vanish from sight. Your instincts are sharp. Your strikes are precise. And your courage is obvious."

I took another bite before lightly pointing my spoon toward her.

"But you waste your advantages."

Her eyes narrowed at once.

"You could have won today."

Her wings twitched sharply.

She clearly did not believe me.

"You had the speed advantage. You controlled the skies. Even after Air Slash, the pressure was still in your favor."

I leaned back slightly.

"But instead of fighting like a hunter, you chose to fight like a brute."

Scyther went completely still.

"When you used Double Team, the battle belonged to you. You should have kept moving, attacked from blind spots, and forced Charmander to burn her strength chasing shadows."

I held her gaze.

"Battle is not only claws and speed."

"It is also thinking."

Scyther stared at me for a long moment without moving.

No wild one had ever explained battle that way to her.

In the forest, strength usually meant striking harder, moving faster, or enduring longer.

That was all most knew.

"If I had been commanding you…"

"If I had been the one thinking for you..."

I said casually, bringing my spoon back to my bowl before taking another bite.

"You probably would have won."

Scyther's eyes sharpened.

Then, slowly, the pride in them shifted into thought.

For the first time since being captured, she was no longer only judging me.

She was considering me.

I smiled faintly and kept eating.

-x-X-x-

Time passed quietly…

Scyther remained exactly where she was even after the meal ended.

The plate was gone, yet she did not move. Her gaze stayed lowered, unfocused, not on the ground, not on me, but somewhere deeper, where thoughts refused to settle.

Her thoughts drifted back to the fight, to every movement, every strike, every choice she had made…

You waste your advantages.

The words echoed again and again, rubbing against her pride in a way she hated.

No one had ever spoken to her like that.

Strength was simple. You struck harder. You moved faster. You won or you lost. That was all…

No one pointed out the gaps.

No one talked about using what you already had better.

But this human had.

Her wings twitched once with quiet irritation. She had speed. Precision. Control Yet she had not used any of it fully.

Looking back now, she could feel those missed moments clearly.

And because of them, she had lost.

Her eyes lifted slightly toward me, then dropped again.

She did not like it.

But she could not ignore it either.

The thought lingered as the sky dimmed into night, the quiet slowly deepening around us…

After a while, I finally stood and stretched my shoulders.

"Come inside the tent."

Scyther stiffened instantly.

"Scyther…?"

The low, wary sound rumbled from her throat, sharp with suspicion.

I let out a small breath and gave a faint, easy smile.

"You're part of the team now," I said simply. "You don't have to sleep out here alone."

I didn't push her for an answer.

Instead, I turned toward where Eevee lay.

I bent down and scooped Eevee up with my right arm.

She and Charmeleon had both dozed off while we were still eating, too tired to stay awake any longer.

She barely stirred.

Only a soft "vee…" slipped from her as she shifted and nuzzled deeper into my chest, settling there like she belonged.

Her small warm body pressed soft and trusting against me.

My chest tightened with that familiar deep love.

My perfect little fluffball.

She had pushed herself hard today just to please me…

Then I moved to Charmeleon.

I lifted her in one smooth motion, settling her comfortably against my left side, my arm taking her weight as her body rested naturally against me.

As her weight settled into my arm, the change was impossible to miss. She felt heavier now, not just in weight, but in the solid presence of her evolved body. There was more strength there, more substance pressing warmly into my side.

"Charrr…" she let out a soft, sleepy sound. Her body shifted weakly, head lifting just a little as if she were trying to make sense of the moment.

"Relax… I've got you," I murmured softly.

At my words, her body eased, and she melted quietly into my hold, drifting back into sleep…

With Eevee resting snug in my right arm and Charmeleon tucked securely in my left, I straightened and walked toward the tent.

My cock gave a slow, heavy throb against my pants the whole way.

I couldn't wait to wake them both up properly once Scyther was settled.

Balancing both girls I straightened and headed for the tent.

Scyther followed after a short pause.

Not close.

Not trusting.

But she followed.

And that was enough for now.

…

Inside the tent, soft lighting glowed gently, while a single large bed took up most of the space, neatly arranged and waiting…

I moved to one corner of the bed and gently placed Eevee. She curled up without waking, her fluffy tail brushing against my wrist as she settled.

Then I laid Charmeleon beside her. Her tail flame flickered softly against the fabric.

But there was no need to worry.

The tent and its bedding were made from advanced protective materials, completely fireproof, waterproof, and highly heat-resistant.

The same durable fabric was used in my clothes, and in most trainer gear in this world.

So even with her tail flame brushing lightly against the bed, it would only feel warm, never burning or damaging anything…

…

While I was carefully placing Eevee and Charmeleon on the bed, Scyther watched every move with sharp, careful eyes.

I turned toward her slowly, the soft tent light catching along the edges of her sleek green exoskeleton. Up close, it was clearer now, she had taken quite a beating earlier…

"You took a lot of damage today," I said, my voice low and rough.

I stepped closer to the bed and reached into the bag, the one Charmeleon had placed there after setting up camp.

My fingers closed around something inside and pulled out a familiar white and red spray bottle.

A Super Potion.

"This is what I use on Eevee and Charmeleon after every battle," I told her, rising to my feet. I held the bottle up so she could see.

"It's a healing spray. Works fast on cuts, burns, and bruises. You can recover quickly, so nothing slows down your training."

Scyther stilled completely. "Scy…"

I stopped a short distance away and held up the bottle gently. "May I? It won't hurt. Might feel a little cold at first, but it'll help."

She hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod…

After all in the wild, she would usually ignore injuries like these or tend to them herself. But this human is actually caring about it…

Is this what having a trainer means? The question ran through her mind.

No more treating the wounds alone.

No more hiding until they heal…

While she stood thinking…

I stepped closer and carefully sprayed the cool mist across the shallow scratches and faint burn marks on her chest and arms.

My hand moved slowly on purpose.

The skin right over her chest was thin and smooth, hugging the gentle swell of something small that rose and fell with each quick breath.

It looked impossibly vulnerable, the hard surface yielding just slightly under my fingers like warm armor over something softer beneath…

I let my fingers brush lightly along the edge of one burn as I angled the spray, feeling the firm yet slightly yielding texture under my palm.

So hard… yet so smooth and warm…

The fine translucent membranes at her wing joints caught the soft light as I worked around them.

I sprayed gently, letting my fingertips graze the sensitive edges. Her whole body tensed at the first chill. Her blades twitched sharply beside me.

But instead of pulling away, a soft warmth soon spread through the marks. The tension in her shoulders melted little by little.

I took my time.

My eyes drank in every dangerous curve of her exoskeleton. The way her chest rose and fell quicker now. The subtle flex of her abdomen. That perfect, athletic slit I had glimpsed while spraying near her leg.

Scyther stared at me.

Why is my Trainer's hand still resting there on my body, even after the spray has finished?

She couldn't understand. Her blades twitched once more under my touch, but she didn't pull away.

Thinking, maybe he's noticed something else that still needs care.

A quiet warmth spread through her chest.

She was slowly beginning to believe in this new Trainer. He takes such good care of his Pokémon.

He is really nice, scy...

After a while, I slowly pulled my hands away.

"Can you lie down on the bed?" I asked, still trying to keep that calm smile, as if nothing about this was strange.

"I'll give you a full massage. It'll loosen every tight muscle, get your blood moving properly, and take the edge off the soreness."

I met her gaze calmly.

"You'll feel the difference by morning."

She hesitated for a heartbeat…

But then gave a small nod, quiet but trusting… as Gil had fed her, given her water, offered shelter, and treated her wounds without asking for anything in return.

That alone was more than she had expected.

So, trusting this new trainer for now, she moved.

Carefully, she stepped forward and lowered herself onto the empty side of the large bed, right beside the sleeping Charmeleon..

The soft surface dipped slightly under her weight.

Her sleek green body stretched out across the blankets, long and balanced, her limbs settling naturally as she adjusted to the unfamiliar comfort…

-><-

Scyther stretched out across the empty side of the bed, keeping a short distance from the sleeping Eevee and Charmeleon.

As she settled, the bed gently dipped under her weight while she lay on her back in the warm glow of the tent lamp

Her sturdy legs rested naturally apart while the light traced every sharp angle and smooth curve of her sleek green exoskeleton, making her look both dangerous and strikingly beautiful…

While I was admiring the dangerous beauty, her sharp eyes stayed fixed on me. They tracked every small movement with careful attention. Caution still lingered there, but the old hostility had faded.

In its place came confusion, quiet curiosity, and something softer she did not quite understand…

Meanwhile, I quietly sat at the foot of the bed and let my eyes drift slightly upward along her body.

As they moved, they caught the delicate slit on the underside of her rounded abdomen, the part that was normally hidden when she stood upright.

Seeing her lying there like that, completely open and exposed before me, made my cock throbbed hard...

I could hardly wait to explore every inch of her under the excuse of this special massage.

After all….

Massaging most Pokémon was fairly simple, usually just kneading muscles and easing tension.

But Scyther was different.

Her hard exoskeleton, segmented joints, and razor-sharp blades required far more careful and precise handling.

Thankfully, I had spent months studying exactly how to work on Pokémon like her. And now, it gave me the perfect excuse to slowly discover every detail of her body without raising any suspicion.

"...We'll start from your feet and work upward," I said in a calm, steady voice.

As I spoke, I carefully lifted one of her legs and rested it across my lap.

The moment her leg settled there, her body tensed slightly at the unfamiliar contact. Those sharp eyes immediately locked onto my hands, carefully following every movement I made, as if wondering what exactly I was about to do to her.

While she remained lost in her thoughts, my thick bulge pressed firmly against the back of her ankle through my pants.

Yet Scyther gave no reaction at all. To her it was probably just another strange part of a human body.

She had no idea what her leg was actually pressing against. If she knew she was pressing right against my throbbing erection, she would have pulled away in an instant…

I took a slow breath, trying to steady my racing pulse as her beautiful, powerful leg pressed firmly against my throbbing bulge.

I couldn't help wondering how it would feel when she finally gives me a footjob with these strong, clawed feet.

With that thought burning in my mind, I began the massage…

My thumbs slowly pressed deep into the joints near the base of her three white claws, carefully easing the hidden tension beneath the smooth green chitin.

Then…

A quiet pop echoed from the joint.

"Scy…!"

Her leg jerked sharply while her blades twitched beside her in surprise. A low hiss slipped from her throat, half startled and half relieved.

I kept my grip steady and gentle. "That was your tarsal joint," I explained softly. "Too much tension had built up there from all your high-speed strikes and dashes."

My fingers continued sliding along the sensitive underside of her foot, working over the other stiff joints one by one.

The firm-yet-yielding texture felt strangely addictive against my palms as I kneaded deeper, feeling her body slowly surrender to my touch.

"Once it loosens properly, your footing will feel lighter and your strikes even sharper," I continued to explain calmly.

Hearing my words, Scyther gradually settled again. The strange new sensation still tingled through her leg, unfamiliar but oddly comforting, as the earlier stiffness melted into a deep, spreading warmth.

My pulse quickened…

This was only the beginning…

Little by little, her powerful body relaxed more under my hands. Another soft hiss escaped her throat, quieter this time… almost like a needy little sigh…

-x-X-x-

By the time we finished, I had touched every inch of Scyther.

My hands had explored the hard, glossy curves of her emerald exoskeleton, traced the sensitive joints along her powerful legs, and lingered on the smoother segments of her rounded abdomen.

I had even given special attention to the delicate slit hidden on the underside of her rounded abdomen, that thin, soft, vulnerable membrane nestled between the rigid green plates.

Unlike the warm, fur-covered belly of Eevee or the smoother scales of Charmeleon, this thin area was far more delicate and responsive to touch than the rest of her heavily armored body.

Keeping my expression calm and professional like always, I slowly circled my fingers around the delicate edges with light, careful pressure.

I had quietly explained that the thinner membrane around the joints needed special attention to stay flexible and healthy during high-speed movement, though by then Scyther had seemed far too absorbed in the strange new sensation to fully follow my words.

Her powerful body had gradually gone heavy against the bed.

The earlier stiffness had faded completely, replaced by a deep warmth that had spread slowly through her limbs as the built-up strain had melted away beneath my hands.

She had no longer reacted with suspicion each time I touched her.

Instead, she had simply lain there, breathing slower now, her body twitching faintly whenever I had worked over a particularly tense spot.

A low, shaky hiss had slipped from her throat as another wave of relief had run through her body.

Now her sharp eyes were closed, her breathing slow and deep.

Her face wore the same blissful, utterly relaxed expression a woman might have after an intense orgasm, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed a faint green, powerful body limp and heavy against the blankets.

A tiny, satisfied hiss still slipped out with every exhale, as if the long massage had drained every last bit of tension from her frame.

It would take time for Scyther to adjust to this new life, I reminded myself. I didn't want to rush her.

Unlike Charmeleon, she had lived wild for so long. Attachment wouldn't come as quickly or easily for her, but I knew I would make it work somehow.

Still, the aching hardness straining against my pants refused to listen.

I glanced over at the sleeping Eevee and Charmeleon on the other side of the bed. A slow, hungry smile tugged at my lips.

"Looks like it's time to wake them up," I murmured softly, already imagining how the rest of the night would unfold.

-x-X-x-

A few minutes later, Charmeleon and I quietly slipped out of the tent.

The night air hit my bare skin, cool and crisp, but it did nothing to cool the heat already pooling low in my gut.

Every soft rustle of grass under our feet, every quiet crackle of her flame-tipped tail, made my pulse throb harder.

I hadn't left the tent because I was afraid Scyther would wake up and catch us. Hell, a part of me almost hoped she would.

I could already picture it: her sharp, predatory eyes snapping open, locking onto us in the tent.

Those blades on her arms gleaming as she watched me claim my Pokémon, slow and deep.

The thought sent a spike of heat straight down my spine, right to my cock, making it twitch and swell against the cool air.

What would she think?

Would she stay perfectly still, pretending to sleep while her breath quickened? Or would those fierce eyes narrow with something hungry as she drank in every thrust?

But that wasn't why we left the tent…

We left because I wanted Charmeleon all to myself tonight.

No audience.

No interruptions.

Just her and me. She'd earned at least this much after days of pushing herself so hard...

She deserved to be rewarded: slowly, deeply, and with all of my attention.

That's why I'd even left Eevee curled up inside too. This moment belonged to Charmeleon alone.

…

Currently…

She was walking just ahead of me, hips swaying with that new, confident roll her evolution had given her.

The warm, smoky scent of her flickering tail flame drifted back to me. Its dancing orange glow cast shifting light across the grass and over the smooth, flushed scales of hers.

Looking at her evolved body, I could already imagine the heat of her against mine, and the way she would cling to me the moment I finally pushed inside.

My cock throbbed again, harder this time, aching with the promise of what was coming.

Charmeleon glanced back over her shoulder, blue eyes gleaming with the same raw anticipation.

A low, throaty "char~♡" rumble rolled from her chest, half purr, half growl, and it shot straight to my balls.

Yeah. Tonight was going to be perfect…

As soon as we'd moved far enough from the tent, Charmeleon stopped...

Without a word, she dropped onto all fours right in front of me.

The soft grass whispered and crunched under her sharp claws, cool and damp against her heated scales.

Her sleek, dark-red body shimmered in the mixed glow, warm orange flickers from her tail flame dancing across her curves, cool silver moonlight turning every edge into living embers.

She arched her back in one smooth, needy motion.

Head and chest sank low into the grass while her strong hips shamelessly lifted high, locking herself into the sluttiest head-down, ass-up pose I'd ever seen.

The position spread her thighs just enough to give me a full, perfect view of her newly evolved pussy.

I immediately dropped to my knees behind her, eyes wide, breath already rough and ragged.

My cock throbbed painfully hard, leaking hot pre-cum into the fabric just from staring.

Those plump outer lips were swollen and puffy with raw need, flushed hot and deep under the moonlight.

Between them sat her delicate pink slit, still tiny, still shy, but visibly twitching and pulsing with barely contained hunger.

The thick, sweet-musky scent of her heat rolled heavily up to me, smoky and intoxicating, making my mouth water and my balls ache.

Look at her, I thought, heart hammering in my chest. Freshly evolved and already presenting her needy little pussy like this… something she would've been too shy to do as a Charmander…

Charmeleon's mind burned with a wild mix of heat and thrill.

Trainer is staring right at my pussy… it feels so dirty and embarrassing… but I love how hungry his eyes are… chaaar~♡

Her tail flame flared hotter, flickering wildly as her hips gave a tiny, instinctive wiggle, pushing that swollen pussy toward me.

I couldn't hold back anymore…

My hand reached out, trembling just a little with raw need…

Fingertips brushed across her warm, puffy lips.

Charmeleon shivered hard, a full-body tremble that made the grass rustle softly beneath her claws.

Her tail flame flared brighter against the cool night air, throwing wild orange light across her arched back and the smooth curve of her ass.

I traced the edge of those swollen outer lips with one fingertip.

They felt impossibly soft, like heated velvet stretched tight over firm muscle, even hotter than before her evolution.

Her hips twitched back instantly, chasing the touch with a desperate little push.

"Chaa…♡" she breathed, voice shaky and thick.

Trainer's finger feels so nice there… so gentle and warm right on my pussy… it's making me feel all funny inside… chaaar~♡

The shy hunger in her voice made my mouth water.

I pressed my finger more firmly against her slit, rubbing slow, teasing circles…

At first it was just warm and silky-smooth. Then, under my touch, something changed.

A faint, slippery wetness began to bloom, slowly coating my skin in thin, sticky layers as her body answered me.

The sweet-spicy scent of her arousal thickened in the air, rich enough to leave a taste on my tongue.

Soon, I moved my other hand over her.

And with both thumbs, I gently parted those soft, plump lips, spreading her open wide beneath the pale moonlight.

Her inner folds were a deep, vivid rosy orange, radiating wet heat like smoldering embers.

As I kept held her spread open, more slick warmth seeped out, coating my thumbs in glossy heat.

The air around her shimmered faintly from the rising temperature, thick with that sweet-spicy, addictive musk that flooded my lungs.

A low groan tore out of me. "God… you're really beautiful, Charmeleon…"

Saying that, I immediately leaned in and dragged my sensitive tongue slowly from the very bottom of her parted slit, licking deep between her hot, flushed inner folds in one long, savoring stroke all the way up…

The taste instantly exploded across my tongue, sweet-spicy like warm cinnamon candy mixed with molten fire, richer and hotter than anything from her Charmander days.

It was addictive.

And Perfect…

"Chaaaaar…~♡" she moaned loud and needy, pushing back against my face. Trainer's tongue… so warm and sensitive… licking me right there… it feels even better… chaaar~♡

I licked her again, slower this time, dragging my flat tongue heavily from the bottom of her slit all the way up her clit, savoring every slick inch of her flushed folds…

Charmeleon's hips bucked back instantly, grinding against my face with a needy, "Char~♡"

I started to swirl and pressed my tongue deeper between her plump lips, lapping at the hot, silky wetness that kept pouring out of her.

Obscene, wet lapping sounds quickly filled the quiet clearing, mixing with her desperate little gasps and rumbling moans.

Grass crunched beneath her shifting knees.

Tail thrashed wildly overhead, the flame crackling louder with every stroke and throwing flickering orange light across our back.

I pushed my tongue inside her next, slow, deep thrusts that made her inner walls flutter and squeeze greedily around me.

She tasted even better from the inside: molten spice and liquid heat, thick and sweet like burning sugar.

I groaned loudly into her hole, losing myself in every twitch and pulse of her hot, freshly evolved pussy.

My one hand reached up and grabbed the thick base of her tail like a handle, yanking her back harder against my mouth.

Fresh, filthy cries tore out of her.

"Chaaar~♡ Chaaar~♡" Trainer's tongue is fucking me so deep… it's burning me up inside… trainer don't stop, make my pussy melt… chaaar~♡

More of her hot, silky slick coated my chin and cheeks, dripping messily down my neck in warm, sticky trails as I devoured her like a starving man.

I sucked greedily along her swollen slit with my lips, pulling those puffy folds into my mouth, while I thrust my tongue deep inside her with long, hungry strokes, fucking her tight, burning channel as far as I could reach.

Her powerful legs soon began shaking violently, strong thighs twitching and straining around my head as she fought to stay upright.

While my free thumb circled and rubbed teasingly around her tight little puckered asshole, pressing lightly against that sensitive rim, feeling it clench and flutter under the filthy touch.

Charmeleon's moans turned feral, raw and demanding.

She started grinding back against my face harder, chasing every thrust of my tongue like she couldn't get enough.

Her mind burned hotter with every stroke of his tongue.

Trainer is fucking my pussy with his tongue… it feels so good and so deep inside me… it's making me feel so burning hot… chaaaaaar~♡

When my long tongue pressed once again against that perfect, most sensitive spot deep inside her, everything snapped.

She couldn't hold back any longer…

A long, desperate, thunderous "CHAAAAAARRRRR…~♡♡♡" tore from her throat like a dragon's roar, raw, wild, and echoing through the night.

Hot, sweet-spicy juices flooded my mouth in thick, pulsing gushes, carrying that intense cinnamon-fire burn straight down my throat.

I greedily drank every drop, groaning loudly against her throbbing pussy as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through her body.

Her powerful hips jerked and bucked wildly in my grip, grinding desperately against my face.

At the same time her inner walls clamped down hard around my tongue in strong, rhythmic spasms, milking me with scorching heat like she never wanted to let go.

While her whole body trembled violently, powerful legs shaking so hard I could feel the tremors racing through her scales under my hands.

Her tail flame exploded into a blazing inferno, lighting up the entire clearing like a roaring bonfire.

I kept drinking every last thick, pulsing drop of her scorching release, savoring the fiery taste until the final tremors slowly began to fade.

Only then did I gently loosen my grip on her tail and pull back.

My lips and chin were absolutely glazed and dripping with her slick juices.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, but her addictive sweet-spicy heat still lingered heavy on my tongue.

My cock throbbed hard, leaking desperately for its turn.

Charmeleon finally slumped forward, collapsing onto the cool blades of grass with ragged, breathless pants…

-><-

Charmeleon stayed slumped forward in the grass. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths that warmed the cool blades under her face.

Her tail flame flickered low and unsteady. She was still trembling from her earlier orgasm.

I slid my palms slowly up her smooth, heated scales. Every little shiver that raced through her powerful body made my cock twitch harder.

My shaft throbbed painfully, heavy and leaking pre-cum onto the grass below. It ached to bury itself inside her evolved, scorching heat.

I gripped the thick base of her tail once more. The warm, ridged scales filled my palm like a perfect handle.

I angled her tail carefully, keeping the bright flame at the very tip safely away from both of us.

With a firm tug, I pulled her hips back and up. She let out a soft, needy whimper, but her ass lifted instantly, eager and open

Now she had positioned herself perfectly again in the grass. Her forelimbs and chest pressed down into the soft blades while her hips rose high, presenting herself to me.

The fat head of my cock pressed against her dripping entrance. She radiated so much intense heat that my tip jerked in anticipation.

I rubbed my leaking cock up and down her slick, sloppy slit, coating every inch in her silky hot juices. Wet, squelching sounds filled the quiet clearing.

"Chaaar~…" she breathed. Her voice sounded low and shaky with fresh need. Her hips pushed back greedily, chasing my cock.

I leaned over her arched back and pressed my chest against her scales. My lips brushed the scorching side of her neck as I growled against it. "Tell me you're ready for me…"

She answered with a low, needy growl. "Chaaar~♡"

Hearing that raw, needy sound, I had no more patience for teasing. I lined up my throbbing cock and drove into her with one long, powerful thrust…

A loud, wet schluuuuurp ripped through the trees as I sank deep.

Her puffy outer lips stretched wide around my thick, veiny shaft.

They gripped me with such fierce tightness that her pretty little entrance looked almost too small for my thick cock.

Yet those flushed folds still swallowed every inch anyway. Her creamy underbelly bulged out in a deep C-shape from my cock stretching her deep inside

"CHAAAAARRR~♡♡" she cried out. Her back arched hard, her head snapped back, and her eyes went wide and glassy…

Her scorching walls clamped down around my cock like molten velvet. They fluttered and squeezed greedily along every ridge and vein. The insane heat burned so good it made my toes curl.

"Hmmm…" I groaned deep in my throat and gripped her tail base tighter, keeping it angled safely to the left.

Fuck… she is so hot and tight…

A moment later…

I slowly pulled back, while savoring how her molten walls clung desperately to me. Then I slammed back in hard.

Thwap!

Our hips met with a loud smack. Her powerful ass rippled from the force.

"Chaaaar!!~♡♡" she moaned louder than before. Her tongue lolled out while drool slipped down her chin…

I kept a steady rhythm, pulling back almost to the tip before driving deep inside her again. Each powerful thrust made her strong body jolt forward through the grass.

While her moans grew louder and louder with every stroke…

Fresh waves of pleasure built inside her, making her tremble and gasp beneath me, her claws digging into the earth as the sensations overwhelmed her.

As time had passed…

Both of our breathing had grown rougher and heavier.

Sweat had clung to our bodies while the heat between us only kept building higher with every thrust.

Low, shaky sounds kept slipping from Charmeleon's throat, each one more broken than the last as her body trembled beneath me.

Her moans had risen into desperate, breathless cries while her inner walls started fluttering wildly around me.

Then… without warning, her entire body tensed. Every muscle locked tight beneath me.

"CHAAAAAARRRR~♡♡♡!!" she cried out, the sound long, broken, and utterly unrestrained.

Her second orgasm crashed over her.

Her scorching walls clamped down, milking my cock in a way Charmander never did. Her tail flame flared wildly, shooting sparks into the night air while more of her hot juices gushed around me and soaked the grass.

I kept thrusting through her climax, letting her ride every pulsing wave. The intense squeezing and heat finally pushed me over the edge.

With a final brutal thrusts, I buried myself as deep as possible.

"Fuck... I'm coming," I growled through gritted teeth, as pleasure exploded through me…

I came hard, flooding her womb with thick, hot spurts.

Pumping load after load until her already rounded belly bulged even more, filled with my warmth.

Charmeleon trembled beneath me, lost in the aftershocks. So warm… trainer is filling me up… with his seed… charr…

We had stayed locked together like that for a long moment, both of us still trembling from the intensity of her climax.

Only after catching our breath had we shifted again and begun another round.

As Charmeleon still possessed far more stamina than she ever did as a

Charmander, and from the eager way her body responded, she was clearly ready for much more…

And somehow, her cum-filled pussy felt even better this time…

"Right, Charmeleon?"

"Chaaar~♡" she nodded softly as we pulled each other into another deep, lingering kiss, our tongues slowly twisting together as our warm breaths mixed in the cool night air...

-><-

The night clung to us like a warm, breathless secret as I eased back into the tent, Charmeleon nestled close in my arms.

She felt wonderfully spent, limp, heavy, and radiating that deep, lazy satisfaction only we could share.

Her strong, scaled body pressed warm and trusting against my chest, her head tucked sweetly into the curve of my neck like she never wanted to let go.

A soft, breathless rumble vibrated from her throat, brushing warm against my skin.

Her tail flame burned low and dreamy, casting flickering orange light across the tent walls.

With every slow step, fresh warmth trickled between us.

Thick, creamy strands of my cum blended with her own sweet-spicy slickness still leaking from her swollen, well-loved pussy.

It slid in slow, messy trails down her thighs, dripping onto my skin in warm little reminders of how thoroughly she'd been claimed.

I couldn't help as the quiet, possessive smile tugged at my lips...

But as I slipped fully inside the tent, the warmer air brushed my skin. My eyes adjusted to the low light, and there she was my sweet little furball, curled up on the bed like she'd been sleeping.

But her breathing gave her away. Quick. Shallow. Needy.

Between her slightly parted thighs, her slick arousal glistened, betraying every second she'd spent watching us.

I smirked, gently lowering Charmeleon onto the sheets beside her. My still-hard cock brushed close, heavy and shiny with the evidence of how thoroughly I'd claimed her friend.

"Couldn't sleep after all, huh, Eevee...?" I whispered, voice low and rough. "Did you enjoy the show? Watching me ruin Charmeleon's tight little pussy out there?"

Eevee's eyes immediately fluttered open. A shy, embarrassed "Vee-..." escaped her as her cheeks burned deep pink.

She leaned up quickly, giving my hand a nervous lick, then another along my wrist, like she couldn't stop herself...

While her gaze kept flicking back to my throbbing length and the creamy mess still dripping from Charmeleon's puffy folds.

I didn't make her wait...

Pulling her close, I flipped Eevee onto her back and folded her flexible little body in half.

My arms hooked under her knees, pressing her legs all the way back until her paws rested near her flushed cheeks. Her soaked, needy pussy lay completely exposed for me.

I lined up and sank deep into her tight, velvety heat in one smooth thrust.

Eevee's eyes rolled back instantly, turning into glossy pink hearts. Her mouth fell open, tongue lolling out in that perfect, needy ahegao face. "Veeeee-❤♡❤♡!!" she cried, then quickly bit her lip to muffle the sound.

She wanted this moment all to herself...no one else waking up. But I didn't care who heard.

I started fucking her hard and deep right away. Wet, rhythmic slaps filled the tent with every powerful thrust. Her fluffy frame shuddered beneath me, little paws clenching tight against her burning cheeks as she fought to keep her broken moans quiet.

"Veeeee-❤"

.....

Cool morning mist curled quietly through the half-open tent flap, drifting into the warm air inside like soft, teasing fingers against skin.

Scyther was the first to wake.

But the moment her eyes open in the soft morning light and she found Gil's face just inches from hers.

His messy blue strands had fallen loosely across his forehead, his expression peaceful and completely relaxed in sleep. Warm breaths brushed softly against her cheek with every slow exhale.

For a long, quiet moment, Scyther simply stared.

Something unfamiliar settled softly inside her chest.

Warm. Steady. Safe.

For most of her life, she had slept alone, always alert, always ready to fight or flee at the slightest sound.

But now...

There was warmth around her.

A soft bed beneath her.

Someone beside her.

The quiet closeness wrapped around her in a way she still didn't fully understand, yet some deep part of her no longer felt alone.

But as she shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow, her gaze drifted downward.

First It traced the steady rise and fall of his bare chest, lingering on the firm lines of muscle that still carried the warmth of sleep.

Then it continued lower, drawn irresistibly to his thick, hard cock. It twitched now and then beneath Eevee's gentle care. The little furball curled lazily below it, her warm tongue delivering slow, sleepy licks along his length even in her dreams, as if savoring her favorite ice cream....

A soft, breathy "Scy~..." slipped from Scyther and a deep flush bloomed across the pale green of her cheeks. He's so much bigger than any male back home... scy... The thought sent a warm shiver racing through her.

...Hearing that delicate sound of my Pokémon. I stirred. My eyes slowly. I found Scyther watching me, her sharp jaws parted just a fraction, cheeks glowing.

A small smile curved my lips...

"Morning, Scyther," I murmured, my voice still rough with sleep. "You look a little flushed. Did something happen?

She shook her head quickly and without another word, she slipped out of the tent, heart racing and body tingling with unspoken desire...

My brow furrowed in quiet confusion as I glanced toward the tent flap where Scythe had slipped out, then my gaze lowered.

Where Eevee was curled warmly, her soft tongue delivering those lazy, dreamy licks even now...

'Did she get shy because she realized what Eevee and I had done?'

The thought pulsed through my mind...

But... shouldn't this be normal? The thought crossed my mind briefly.

From what I understood, Pokémon never seemed to care much about things like species boundaries the way humans did. Bonds, instinct, affection... those mattered far more to them.

Honestly, that was probably why I had grown comfortable acting this openly out in the forest without thinking twice about it.

Among humans, people would probably call it strange.

Maybe even taboo.

But here... it just felt natural.

But as I recalled the way Scyther had suddenly rushed out of the tent the moment she woke up, a thought crossed my mind briefly.

'Should I be more careful next time...?'

....

Though Gil completely misunderstood the reason behind her sudden shyness.

To him, sleeping without clothes had long since become completely natural. He barely even thought about it anymore.

So It never crossed his mind that Scyther's sudden shyness had nothing to do with Eevee.

She had simply woken to the intimate sight of his fully naked body resting so close to hers. It happened right after a restless, heated dream filled with strange sounds and later the view of his dangling cock had actually left her completely flustered....

....

Not long after, Eevee and Charmeleon slowly woke as well..

A soft, sleepy "Vee-" slipped from Eevee as she stretched beneath the blankets, while Charmeleon let out a low, rumbling "Charrr-" from where she rested warmly against my side.

We packed up fast as it was time to return to civilization...

-x-X-x-

The Viridian Forest finally fell behind us after nearly four hours of winding trails and roots twisting across the ground.

The moment I stepped past the last line of trees, sunlight washed over me. After more than a week beneath the thick canopy of trees, the open sky felt almost refreshing.

Open fields stretched out ahead, dotted with wildflowers swaying in the breeze. The constant hum of the forest slowly faded behind us, replaced by birds and the soft rustle of grass moving in the wind.

I let out a long breath I hadn't even realized I was holding.

The tension from the forest finally eased from my shoulders as I stepped back onto the main path.

My PokéNav also flickered back to life, its signal steady again after the constant interference under the trees.

I quickly followed its guidance forward without hesitation, and soon, beyond the rolling hills ahead, Pewter City came into view:

Gray stone buildings stood tall against the rocky mountain behind them, their strong shapes blending old stonework with simple modern lines, while glass windows caught the afternoon light and flashed like polished metal, making the whole city feel old yet unbreakable, as if it had been carved straight from the mountain itself.

Even the air changed as we stepped closer into the city.

The sharp, earthy scent of the forest slowly faded, replaced by something warmer, grilled food from street stalls, the sweetness of candy, the smell of fresh bread, and the steady presence of a living city filled with people and movement.

Beneath it all lingered a faint metallic smell, blending with the sounds of busy streets, people talking, and carts rolling by, making the city feel full of life.

I glanced down at my cute little furball as she trotted beside me, her fluffy tail swaying with each step. Her wide eyes darted from one sight to another, taking in everything around her with quiet curiosity...

"We're finally here..." I said with a soft smile.

"Eevee!" she chirped happily, bouncing forward as we stepped into the city together.

As for Charmeleon and Scyther, they remained in their Poké Balls for now. Both needed the rest after everything we'd gone through on the way here.

After all, the journey through the forest hadn't been easy....

Wild Pokémon had attacked us more than once along the way.

One of the worst encounters came when a swarm of Beedrill burst from the trees without warning, their buzzing filling the air as they rushed toward us.

Charmeleon reacted immediately.

"Flamethrower!"

A wave of fire surged forward, forcing the Beedrill to scatter before they could get close. Within moments, the swarm had disappeared back into the forest.

But wild Pokémon weren't the only challenge we faced.

Once we found the main route again, trainer battles became far more common. Most were young trainers eager to test themselves against anyone passing by.

One boy challenged me with a Pidgey and a Rattata. The battle should have been straightforward, but something unexpected happened.

"Scratch!" I called.

Charmeleon lunged forward, but instead of the usual attack, her claws suddenly glowed with a sharper light.

The strike landed harder and cleaner than before.

For a moment, I just stared.

It wasn't Scratch anymore.

She had used Slash.

Even now, remembering the moment brought a grin to my face. Watching one of your Pokémon grow stronger right in the middle of a battle was something else, especially when their sexy, powerful body moves like that...

And most of those battles had been fought by Charmeleon. Since her evolution, I wanted to spend as much time battling alongside her as possible.

As every fight helped me better understand her new strengths, habits, and fighting style. And more than that, I just couldn't stop looking at how confident and... attractive that new form looked in action...

But still, not every battle ended with a victory.

One trainer caught me completely off guard with a well-trained Sandshrew. He used smart switches and careful timing to wear Charmeleon down, taking advantage of her growing fatigue before closing out the match. Another trainer forced a matchup I simply couldn't recover from.

Those losses stung far more than any wild encounter.

Wild battles were usually straightforward. Strength, speed, and instinct often decided the winner.

Trainer battles were different.

They were about timing, prediction, positioning, and understanding both your Pokémon and your opponent's.

Every victory felt earned and every defeat taught me something new.

By the time Pewter City came into view, I felt more experienced than when I'd first entered Viridian Forest.

Then, just as we reached the outskirts of the city, I noticed a battle taking place ahead.

A trainer around my age stood across from a woman with sun-bleached hair and weathered traveling clothes. His Pokémon, a Nidorino, was putting up a fight, but the difference between them was obvious.

Her Meganium dominated the battle from start to finish.

Every movement was calm and controlled. Every attack landed exactly where it needed to. Nidorino barely managed to gain any momentum before Meganium shut it down.

"Body Slam."

Meganium surged forward and slammed its full weight onto Nidorino, driving the smaller Pokémon into the dirt beneath its massive body.

For a few moments, Meganium remained where it was, completely in control of the battle.

When Meganium finally stepped back at its trainer's command, Nidorino couldn't even get back to its feet. It remained sprawled on the ground, exhausted from the battle.

The battle was over.

The woman offered a few words of advice before the trainer thanked her and headed off.

I watched the entire thing quietly.

Especially the way she commanded her thick, curvaceous Meganium felt different from most new trainers I'd faced.

She was definitely not some beginner trainer fresh out on the road. Every order was calm, confident, and perfectly timed.

More importantly, Meganium responded instantly, as if trainer and Pokémon had spent a long time battling together.

Beside me, Scyther, who I had kept out ever since Charmeleon was resting in her pokemon, watched the scene with sharp, intense focus. Her blades twitched slightly, clearly intrigued by the seamless bond between the trainer and her Meganium.

I understood the feeling...

Scyther and I still had a lot to learn about battling together. We'd only recently become partners, and building that kind of understanding wouldn't happen in one night.

A battle against someone like that could teach us far more than another easy victory.

Without thinking twice, I started walking toward her...

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### Moves Gil's Pokémon Currently Know:

Charmeleon

- Slash

- Ember

Smokescreen

- Dragon Breath

- Flamethrower

- Iron Tail

Scyther

Quick Attack

- Double Team

Brick Break

- Air Slash

- Natural blade attacks with her scythes

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The moment I started walking toward her, she noticed and turned at the sound of my approaching footsteps...

Sun-bleached hair brushed against her shoulders as she faced me. A faded green jacket hung loosely over a dark shirt, and worn hiking boots peeked out beneath dusty cargo pants. Nothing about her clothes stood out, yet they carried the look of someone who had spent years traveling from one region to another.

Beside her stood Meganium.

The massive Grass-type shifted her weight, sunlight gliding across her smooth, curvaceous body in a way that made it impossible not to stare. Those strong, thick, powerful legs supporting her large frame, and the gentle sway of her wide hips carried a quiet confidence and the large pink flower around her neck bobbed softly in the breeze, releasing a faint sweet scent that clung to the air like perfume. Even standing still, she felt powerful... and dangerously alluring. Just imagine being pinned under all that warm, heavy strength and those thick thighs squeezing tight while....

Before my thoughts could run further or my expression give anything away, I quickly forced myself back under control and said, "Hey, I'm Gil. I saw your battle just now, and your Meganium was incredible."

Hearing my words, a small smile touched her lips.

Seeing that, I continued. "I was wondering if you'd be up for a battle. Assuming you're not done for the day."

The smile widened slightly.

"My name's Lara," she said. "And sure, Gil. Let's see what you've got."

I couldn't help grinning.

"A one-on-one, then."

Lara nodded.

"Works for me."

We quickly moved to opposite sides of an open field just outside the city. The afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the grass while the stone buildings of Pewter City stood quietly in the distance.

Scyther stepped forward beside me, blades gleaming under the light.

Across the field, Meganium also took her place.

"Whenever you're ready," Lara said, her voice steady, a small confident smile playing on her lips.

I didn't hesitate. My pulse raced with the thrill of the fight.

"Scyther, Quick Attack!"

"Scyther!"

Scyther didn't just run. She vanished.

She became a streak of tearing green light, slicing through the air as she closed the distance in a heartbeat, leaving a faint cut through the grass where she passed....

"Reflect," Lara called out, her voice perfectly level.

"Meganium!"

A shimmering, hexagonal pane of pink light snapped into reality just inches from Meganium's body.

Scyther hit it with a loud, heavy thoom. The barrier bent inward from the impact, held for a moment, then bounced her back like a spring.

Scyther was thrown backward through the air. She flipped mid-air and landed hard, her bladed feet digging into the ground as she slid back in a long trail of dust.

She shook her head once, wings buzzing sharply in frustration. "Scy..."

Her eyes locked back onto Meganium immediately.

"Don't let it attack quickly! Double Team!" I called out.

"Scy... Scy... Scy..."

Scyther pushed off the ground, speeding into a blur. Copies of her flickered into existence, forming a fast-moving circle around Meganium. The field filled with green afterimages, each one shifting and circling in a confusing pattern.

Their overlapping voices echoed across the battlefield, making it hard to tell which one was real.

Lara didn't even blink. "Sweet Scent."

"Mega...niuuum.."

The massive pink petals around Meganium's neck bloomed wide. A thick, cloying fog of pink pollen erupted outward in a dense shockwave.

The sweet smell filled the air, making it heavy and hard to move through.

As the mist rolled over Scyther's copies, the illusions began to blur and fade away one by one until only empty space was left.

I gritted my teeth. She's trying to slow her down. I opened my mouth to call a command, but Scyther was already moving.

She burst straight up through the pink mist, arcing into the clear sky. For a brief moment she hovered, wings flaring wide.

Then she snapped forward, crossing her scythes with brutal force.

Air Slash.

Crescents of highly compressed wind tore downward, slicing through the air with a sharp, screaming roar like something being ripped apart.

The first two blades slammed into the lingering Reflect barrier. Cracks of white light spread across the energy shield.

The third blade broke it completely.

The barrier shattered into glittering fragments of light, and the final wind blade cut straight through, exploding against Meganium's shoulder.

"Meg...!"

The massive Grass-type grunted, its feet dragging back through the dirt as it absorbed the impact.

Lara's eyes widened slightly, then softened into an impressed smile as she watched Scyther land heavily, chest rising and falling.

"Vine Whip."

Two thick, thorned vines shot out from Meganium's neck like lightning.

"Scyther, dodge!"

But Scyther didn't fully retreat.

Driven by pure instinct, she slipped straight into the attack instead of away from it. Her scythes blurred into steel as she met the vines head-on.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The battlefield exploded with sparks as blade and vine collided in rapid succession. Each impact rang out sharply through the field, Scyther letting out sharp "Scy!" cries while Meganium responded with heavy "Meg!" grunts.

She was pushing too aggressively, fighting entirely on her own rhythm.

"Scyther, disengage! Fall back!" I called out.

The words barely had time to leave my mouth.

Scyther ducked under a sweeping vine that tore through the grass behind her, then snapped back with a sharp upward slash that knocked it aside.

There was no hesitation in her movement, but also no sign she was pulling away.

I understood it then.

Scyther wasn't the type to retreat and backing off wasn't in her rhythm...

"Break its guard! Brick Break!" I changed my command immediately, adapting to her style instead of forcing mine.

"Scyther!"

She answered with a sharp cry. Her right scythe ignited with a bright white fighting aura. She twisted off her back foot, slipped past a second vine by a hair's breadth, and drove the glowing blade straight to Meganium.

The impact sounded like a detonating bomb.

"Megaaannn...!"

Meganium bellowed in pain, stumbling backward as the sheer force cracked the ground beneath its feet.

I exhaled sharply. "Now back away!"

But Scyther stayed forward for a split second too long. Her breathing was heavy, eyes burning with adrenaline. She wasn't willing to give up the pressure she had built.

Lara saw the opening.

"Meganium, Headbutt," she said.

"Megggg..."

Meganium lunged forward with all its massive weight, head lowered like a charging beast.

Scyther tried to escape with a burst of Quick Attack, but she was too close.

The massive head slammed into her mid-movement. The impact didn't just hit her, it stopped her momentum completely and sent her spinning away across the grass, tumbling end over end before skidding to a rough halt.

"Scy!" she cried out in pain, digging her blades into the ground to stop herself from rolling further. Dirt scraped against her armor as she forced herself upright without hesitation.

"Scy...ther!"

Her eyes locked back onto Meganium, sharp and unbroken.

"Don't let it control the pace! Quick Attack to its side!"

But before Scyther could move, Lara, who had been waiting for that exact moment, where Scyther's movements had slowed and her stamina finally began to dip, spoke.

"End it with Leaf Storm, Meganium."

"Megaaa...!"

Meganium roared, her large pink flower blooming wide as a violent cyclone of glowing green leaves erupted outward.

The storm twisted into a raging spiral, a tornado of razor-sharp blades that swallowed the field around Scyther. Leaves screamed through the air from every direction, cutting and battering her without pause.

"Dodge!" I shouted.

Scyther tried to push off the ground, but she was too slow.

The relentless storm overwhelmed her completely.

When the leaves finally cleared...

Scyther was down on one knee. She was trembling violently, her breathing coming in shallow, broken gasps. "Scy... ther.."

Her scythes were buried deep into the soil just to keep her from collapsing fully. She tried to push herself up again, wings twitching weakly, but her legs trembled.

My chest tightened.

I didn't think.

I was already running.

"Scyther!" I called out, my voice breaking as I reached her.

I dropped down beside her and caught her just as she tipped forward. Her armored body leaned heavily into my shoulder, strength fading with every passing second.

A faint, broken "Scy..." vibrated against my ribs.

"That's enough," I said quietly, holding her steady so she wouldn't fall any further. "You fought perfectly. You were amazing."

"Now take some rest," I whispered as I raised her Poké Ball.

A red beam shot out, pulling Scyther back into safety. I stood there for a long moment, staring at the sphere in my hand.

Even exhausted, even battered, she had fought like a storm given form. The way her sleek, powerful movements had pushed to their absolute limit lingered in my mind...

I swallowed and forced the thought down.

Now wasn't the time.

The silence stretched. Meganium shook itself out, petals settling, then turned and walked back to Lara's side.

I crossed the trampled grass. Lara met me halfway, and I extended my hand.

"That was one hell of a battle," I said. "Your Meganium is incredible."

She shook it firmly. "Your Scyther's got serious potential. Speed, power, and guts... but your biggest issue is coordination." Her eyes stayed steady. "You and her aren't fully synced yet. She fights on instinct, and you're still trying to match her pace. Work on that, Gil."

"I will. Thanks, Lara."

Lara smiled, this time a genuine one. "Anytime."

She turned, and Meganium fell into step beside her. Together, they walked off down the road without looking back.

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