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A fierce battle raged in the fields of the Wild Area for the fate of Galar. The massive Eternamax Eternatus was wreaking havoc, and no Pokémon could hope to stop it. Ash’s Pokémon had tried their best, but even Gigantamax Pikachu was outclassed. Only Ash was left, clutching the Rusted Sword and Shield which glowed in his hands, though Zacian and Zamazenta were nowhere to be found.

“It’s up to me now,” Ash said with determination.

Even as he said this, he had no idea what he was going to do. Eternamax Eternatus was gigantic and all-powerful, and though he didn’t like to admit it, Ash was puny in comparison. Still, he had to give it his all for the future of Galar, and maybe the world. He gulped, mustering his confidence, and ran toward the hand-shaped Gigantic Pokémon floating high above him, its body coiled in a red and purple spiral descending from the clouds.

“Hey!” Ash shouted at the top of his lungs. “Face me!”

It was difficult to tell what emotions Eternamax Eternatus wanted to convey in that moment—anger, fear, sadness, joy—if it felt any emotion at all. With a bloodcurdling screech, it fired off its Eternabeam at Ash, one wide purple beam accompanied by multiple smaller beams which tore up the ground making it difficult for the hero to pass. Ash raced on ahead, skillfully dodging the powerful beams one at a time. Taking a moment to recharge, Eternamax Eternatus dropped toward the ground, closing the gap just enough for the young hero to get one well-timed swing in with the Rusted Sword.

“Aaaah!” Ash yelled, channeling all his strength into the swing.

Unfortunately, the weapon was little more than a toy in Ash’s hands without the legendary heroes to empower it. Eternamax Eternatus was unfazed as the sword bounced off its face. The five diamonds on its face appeared to blink, and after re-opening to reveal a glowing source of power at the center, the Pokémon released an unavoidable Dynamax Cannon straight at the hero. Ash instinctively pulled up the Rusted Shield to defend himself, yet another impotent toy. The young hero was obliterated.

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Or so it seemed. Ash’s clothes were torn to smithereens, but against all odds, his strong, muscular body, along with the Rusted Sword and Shield, his black and blue sneakers, and a curious piece of wrist wear, all remained intact. This piece of wrist wear, Ash’s coveted Dynamax Band, glowed increasingly intensely as it drew the surrounding Galar particles released by Eternamax Eternatus’s powerful beam. Ash felt a strange, tingling sensation as the glow spread from his wristband up his arm and then across his entire body. The sensation wasn’t exactly painful, but it was deeply uncomfortable and disorienting; Ash had to close his eyes and focus to keep from falling from the vertigo. He felt his sneakers get tighter and then burst apart. His body felt so strange…he felt almost as if he didn’t recognize himself. He certainly didn’t recognize the objects in his hands which now felt heavier, or the ground beneath his bare feet which acquired an unfamiliar texture.

From an outsider’s perspective, the hero and his weapons seemed to be growing larger at a remarkable pace, all at once.

When the growth finally subsided, so too did the mysterious glow. The Rusted Sword and Shield took on completely different forms, becoming sharper and studier, respectively, and regaining their mythical golden luster. Ash was revealed to be almost a hundred feet tall. He slowly opened his eyes, even more slowly realizing what had just happened. He looked side to side, appreciating the topography of the Wild Area from his newfound height. He could feel all the curves and bumps of the ground under his soles, the soft, grassy hills, the bristly trees, the boulders which felt like pebbles. Finally, he gazed upon his reflection in a body of water appropriately named the Giant’s Mirror.

He was big! For a moment he forgot why he was there in the first place and instead admired his gigantic body in the reflection, flexing his enormous biceps. As he went through different bodybuilding poses, his eyes eventually fell toward his crotch, and for the first time Ash realized that his massive genitals were completely exposed. His thick cock and large, weighty balls were hanging in midair for all the world to see. As Ash turned away from his reflection in the water in embarrassment, his heavy cock swung with him, creating gusts of wind which threatened to topple the surrounding trees over.

The young hero pulled himself together: he had one goal and that was to stop the rampaging Eternamax Eternatus. The Gigantic Pokémon seemed nonplussed by Ash’s transformation and resumed attacking him, alternating beam attacks with close-combat strikes. Ash’s newly empowered weapons gave him the edge, allowing him to easily block and parry the Pokémon’s assaults.

In frustration, Eternamax Eternatus resorted to more savage maneuvers, violently whipping Ash with its long tail and throwing him off balance. It proceeded to wrap the length of its tail around Ash’s body, immobilizing him and leaving him vulnerable to assaults from the finger-like appendages on the Pokémon’s face.  Through repeated hits, the Pokémon discovered its foe’s particularly sensitive spots. The hand-like face descended on Ash’s crotch, where it first wrapped its finger-like appendages around his massive balls in a vice-like grip, causing him to yelp in discomfort. Then the diamonds on its face separated, opening what appeared to be its mouth, and engulfed the brave hero’s member.

Ash dared not move (though he wouldn’t have been able to with the Pokémon’s tail still squeezing him in place).

Eternamax Eternatus was more curious than anything at this point. Its foe’s member was growing large in its mouth, even without the effects of Galar particles. Was there something out there that was stronger than the Gigantic Pokémon’s own energy? It needed to know. The Pokémon explored its foe’s intriguing member, trying to understand what made it tick. In the process, Ash found himself becoming more and more aroused until a single drop of precum formed at the tip of his member. This tiny yet important act of defiance—not only did the hero’s cock become larger without the legendary Pokémon’s aid, it now appeared to produce its own version of Galar particles—was enough to send Eternamax Eternatus into a frenzy. It proceeded to rampage with Ash’s member still inside, unintentionally teasing Ash’s member to the brink of orgasm. Even as a reluctant Ash tried to control himself, his cock could only handle so much stimulation. Ash’s cock erupted in a powerful explosion of cum rivaling the power of Eternamax Eternatus’s Eternabeam, causing the legendary Pokémon to be blasted away. As the Pokémon disappeared into the distance, Ash collapsed onto the ground with a cacophonous thud which reverberated across the land.

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As the dust settled, all sorts of curious Pokémon gathered around Ash’s limp body. Some looked on timidly as others excitedly jumped on him and ran around, exploring the hilly curvature of his muscles. Their amusement was cut short as a flock of Corvisquire and Corviknight gathered around. Their loud cries caused the other Pokémon to rapidly disperse.

The Corvisquire, known for being smart enough to use tools, had in their beaks long, thick ropes. They flew around the giant hero’s exposed body, expertly tying up his arms and legs to immobilize him. They incorporated a box tie to bind his chest, adding support to the rope complex. They also tied up his cock and balls at the base, presumably to keep them from flopping around. Even in his unconscious state, Ash’s cock responded to the tightening maneuvers and grew semi-erect. Satisfied with their work of art, the Corvisquire flew around Ash in circles, crying out as if to signal that their job was completed.

The group of Corviknight, which had been lackadaisically standing around and keeping guard, sprang up into the air. They each grabbed a part of the rope complex which bound Ash and in unison flapped their large wings to raise his heavy body up. With the Corvisquire flying alongside like a convoy, the Corviknight carried Ash north toward the castle city of Hammerlocke.

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Deep underneath Hammerlocke Stadium, within the remnants of the abandoned Energy Plant, a light flickered on. The ex-president of Macro Cosmos, Rose, walked across a suspended bridge toward the core of the Energy Plant. Despite being a fugitive, he was as dapper as ever in his gray suit and red tie. On reaching the core, he took off his shades.

“You should have taken my offer back then, young Ash,” Rose said. He threw a Poké Ball into the air, revealing his loyal Copperajah.

“We could have worked together…,” he continued. With a wave of his hand, he exclaimed, “…As partners!” At this, the large, elephant-like Copperderm Pokémon trumpeted loudly and slammed into the giant hero’s exposed balls, startling him awake.

Ash opened his eyes and found himself lying spread-eagle with his wrists and ankles in large metal shackles. He struggled against his bonds to no avail.

“Now, you belong to me.”

Ash turned to face his captor as he realized his predicament. “Rose!” he shouted. Even so close to the giant Ash’s booming voice, Rose didn’t flinch.

“That’s right. You’re going to help me realize my goals now that Eternatus is gone.“

Rose circled the bound boy, admiring his toned body from different angles. He stopped to revel in the boy’s massive cock. “What a wonder this Dynamax phenomenon,” he said, slapping the boy’s equally massive balls with a comparatively tiny hand. “You must be filled with so many Galar particles. You could be the hero that saves Galar.”

Ash continued to struggle. “Let me go!” he demanded.

“Ha…I’m sorry dear boy. This time you don’t get a choice. You’re mine. All mine.”

Trapped within the core of the Energy Plant, which was designed to be so secure that even Eternatus could not escape it, Ash’s shouts reached no one who could help him. Rose laughed as he got to work. His goal was to extract as much energy from Ash as possible, using any means necessary.

Using state-of-the-art analysis machines, Rose determined that the greatest concentration of Galar particles was located in Ash’s full balls. He would employ Pokémon to help him drain Ash’s balls and store the Dynamax energy-infused cum in vats which he planned to sell using a lesser known offshoot of Macro Cosmos. He knew he only had a limited amount of time before Ash’s body either returned to normal size or it broke down entirely, but he was going to do his best to extract as much energized cum as he could for as long as he could, even if the boy suffered for it.

Rose chose specific Pokémon from the Galar region to help with the extraction process, and he kept detailed logs evaluating their performance. As contingency measures in the event Ash tried to escape, Rose made sure he had available several Pokémon that could Gigantamax to overwhelm the giant hero. And try to escape he did, yet each time Ash was soundly restrained and punished, until he reluctantly resigned himself to his fate….

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Sandaconda, also known as the Sand Snake Pokémon, was quite impressive. In its Gigantamax form, it easily trapped the boy in its G-Max Sandblast—an enhanced version of Sand Tomb—then subdued him by wrapping its long body around his and squeezing. Even against the boy’s strong muscular physique, Sandaconda’s powerful Coil was more than enough to force the boy into submission and climax.

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Centiskorch was another fortunate choice. Even as the boy tried to run, he was quickly captured again by Centiskorch’s Gigantamax form. Similar to Sandaconda, Centiskorch utilized a combination of G-Max Centiferno—an enhanced Inferno—to trap the boy, Wrap to constrict his movements, and Coil to stimulate the penis. Before I allowed the boy to ejaculate, however, I had Centiskorch punish him by repeatedly whipping him with its Fire Lash. He would need to be taught obedience. Centiskorch’s intense heat also caused the boy to produce a large amount of sweat, which I collected separately in case it may be useful.

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Log 009

Because of the boy’s repeated attempts to escape, I brought the Serene Pokémon, Hattrem, and the Silent Pokémon, Hatterene, in the hopes that they might be able to break him. Hattrem are known for their predilection to violently silencing anyone who harbors strong emotions. Hatterene, known in some circles as the Forest Witch or the Raging Goddess, especially in its Gigantamax form, are known to violently punish those who are too loud. I watched as these unassuming Pokémon brutalized the boy to the point I almost felt pity. Each time Gigantamax Hatterene’s tentacles touched his body, the boy’s mind seemed to go someplace else. It forced him onto his hands and knees, one tentacle maliciously grazing his nipples, his abdominal muscles, the small of his back, the other wetting itself in his mouth before slithering up his anus. He was violated in ways I had not even considered. When Hatterene used its G-Max Smite move, I had to excuse myself from the vile scene. Eventually, his screams stopped.

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The boy has been more compliant. He did not resist when I ordered him to lie on his back and let the Pincurchin explore his body. They spread themselves all over, though a majority settled on the surface of his scrotum, all along his penis, and on top of his nipples. They used their Electric Surge ability in tandem to activate an Electric Terrain, enveloping the boy’s body in a lattice of electricity which stimulated the boy’s sensitive areas. Though small, Pincurchin packed a powerful punch. The boy ejaculated a few times.

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I decided to treat the boy to a show. I had a troupe of Galarian Mr. Mime, the dancing Pokémon, led by Mr. Rime, the Comedian Pokémon, showcase their skills. They tap danced from the boy’s nipples down to his penis, radiating chilliness from the bottoms of their feet. Mr. Rime flicked the boy’s hardened nipples with its cane, causing him to unexpectedly moan. What a sweet sound. When the troupe reached the boy’s erect penis, Mr. Rime did a solo dance. It tap danced all along the boy’s penis and prodded it with its cane. When it reached the tip, Mr. Rime stuck its cane inside the boy’s urethra, which he certainly was not expecting. The boy cried out as Mr. Rime continued to dance on his penis, joined by the rest of the troupe. When the cane was finally removed, the boy produced a significant amount of ejaculate.

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I was curious to see what Stonjourner, the Big Rock Pokémon, were capable of. I hypothesized their Power Spot ability might actually increase the boy’s output. The Stonjourner gathered around the boy’s heavy testicles in a semicircle. His scrotum did seem fuller than usual. They took turns delivering powerful Mega Kicks to the boy’s testicles or using Stomp on his penis. Surprisingly the boy did eventually ejaculate, though I am not convinced the yield was significantly more than expected.

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Morpeko, the Two-Sided Pokémon, are known for being able to generate electricity while they move and eat. I wondered if this might synergize with the boy’s energy to produce something greater than the sum of its parts. So I released a few dozen Morpeko to run around all over the boy’s body. In their Full Belly Mode, they happily chased each other in circles around the boy’s most sensitive parts, namely his testicles, penis, and nipples, producing electrically stimulating Aura Wheels which in turn caused the boy to produce large swaths of ejaculate. As they tired, however, they morphed into their Hangry Mode. The resulting Dark-type Aura Wheels seemed to be excruciating, causing the boy to alternate between screaming and moaning loudly even as he climaxed over and over again. The boy’s whines were quite musical and I enjoyed listening to them while devising new strategies to optimize energy production.

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The Morpeko almost turned on me, but in the nick of time I found a convenient source of food to quell their hunger. It was doubly serendipitous as the boy was by this point starved, and I had not considered how to feed a giant. Lucky for me, in researching Gigantamax-capable Pokémon, I discovered the Cream Pokémon, Alcremie, who brought with it hundreds if not thousands of Milcery. Milcery swarmed the boy’s body, their Sweet Veil keeping the exhausted boy from falling asleep. Meanwhile, the four-tier cake-shaped Gigantamax Alcremie blasted him with missiles made of cream, each loaded with enough kilocalories to satiate the boy and all the Morpeko for hours. This created a lucrative cycle of feeding the Morpeko, who in turned stimulated the boy into ejaculating, with the boy’s sleep and hunger drives staved off by the Cream Pokémon, and overall fatigue healed using Alcremie’s G-Max Finale move. The cream produced by Alcremie seemed to change flavors depending on its mood, at times more sweet, or salty, or bitter, which served to ameliorate any boredom in taste.

Alcremie also participated directly in the production process. Its endless cream was known to stiffen when compressed by an impact, and the harder the impact the harder the cream. It invited the boy to penetrate it, then used this quality to make the experience more pleasurable. The firmer the boy’s penis, and the more forcefully he thrusted, the tighter the hole he created. Endless cream provided lubrication. For a moment I envied the boy. The resulting ejaculate was extremely aromatic.

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I enlisted a group of Falinks, hypothesizing that a ring of the ball-shaped Formation Pokémon around the boy’s penis could provide coordinated stimulation, leading to bigger orgasms and thereby bigger results. While at first they did as I instructed, little did I know they had quite a mind of their own. The brass confidently decided to enter the boy’s anus, meeting some initial resistance before being sucked in. The rest of the troopers followed suit. The boy gasped in shock but seemed to enjoy the sensation of six balls in his anus, likely rolling about his prostate. I believe their coordinated effort is known in some circles as playing with anal beads. Regardless, the boy’s resulting orgasm was profoundly powerful, and his whole body was trembling afterward.

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I could not stop thinking about the anal beads revelation. I recruited a Pokémon of my favorite type, the Steel-type Alloy Pokémon, Duraludon. This particular Duraludon had mastered its Light Metal ability, allowing it to regulate its size as well as its density. I instructed the boy to squat over the Pokémon. Duraludon Gigantamaxed, growing taller and penetrating the boy’s anus. He winced, but the skyscraper-like Pokémon kept growing. I instructed the boy to ride the Pokémon as if it were a dildo and stimulate himself, which he did obediently, touching his nipples and stroking his penis while allowing Duraludon to slip in and out of his anus. Every time Duraludon struck his prostate, the boy moaned. I am not sure about this but some of the moans sounded so distinct that I wonder if Duraludon also protruded its tongue inside the boy and licked his prostate. The boy lasted longer than expected, so eventually Duraludon finished him off used its G-Max Depletion move. As the name implies, the boy was depleted of his ejaculate and energy. Another stunning win for Galar.

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By now, the boy was as obedient as he would ever be. Perhaps he finally understood what I was working toward, or he was simply trying to avoid a worse punishment. Or perhaps he had even started to enjoy the pleasures I put him through. Whatever the case, I still suspected he held a deep malice toward me. I wanted to put that negative energy toward a more positive cause. I welcomed a horde of the Wily Pokémon Impidimp, known for being able to feed off the negative energies of others. As soon as they entered the core of the Energy Plant, they flocked toward the boy. They ran up and down his body, pinching and prodding him, licking him with their long purple tongues. They were a nuisance, but the more the boy swatted at them, the more fervidly they molested him. Several Impidimp focused their attention on his erect nipples, which they found particularly entertaining to pinch and lick and suck. Some of them caressed and licked and even undulated across his abdominal muscles. Another annoying group tugged at his scrotum. A large group teased his penis, rubbing, licking, undulating against the shaft and glans, drinking and bathing in his pre-ejaculate. They treated the boy’s giant sculpted body like a playground, but it was enough to get the boy to climax.

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Thinking of the boy’s sculpted muscular body, I was inspired to bring a Cursola, if for no other reason than to test the rumors that touching its ectoplasmic body would cause one to become stiff as a stone. The boy did indeed become petrified. I took this rare opportunity to fondle him without his knowledge. Alas, the petrification was short-lived.

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Rose’s logbook was full, and he had urgent matters to attend to, but he was not quite done with the boy. He would return later to continue where he left off.

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One of the Impidimp had garnered enough negative energy from the boy to evolve not once but twice. It became a truly awe-inspiring Grimmsnarl. It was easy to see why it was known as the Bulk Up Pokémon, with its well-defined musculature enhanced further by its long, sturdy hairs.

Now I was presented with an opportunity. The boy’s output has been waning for some time, perhaps due to the repeated extractions, or simply because he is running out of Galar particles. But I wager it is something else. I hypothesize his output is directly related to his morale, and I fear I may have broken him too well. What he needs is a glimmer of hope, just enough to inspire his seed to grow again.

Herein lies the opportunity. The boy was once a pro wrestler of sorts. I remember watching him face off against a bunch of miscreants, relishing in his victory. A Gigantamaxed Grimmsnarl would make the perfect wrestling opponent for him. I will allow the boy the chance to escape if he can best the Bulk Up Pokémon.

Today, I will let the boy rest. Tomorrow, he fights for freedom.

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What a spectacle it was!

I had almost forgotten how spirited the boy could be. As soon as Grimmsnarl Gigantamaxed, the boy lunged after the muscular Pokémon, attempting to tackle it. Grimmsnarl deftly sidestepped the attack, then extended a hairy arm toward the boy. Its hairs unfurled and wrapped around the boy’s arm, quickly pulling him back at which point Grimmsnarl delivered a powerful punch to the boy’s midsection. He gasped and keeled over. Grimmsnarl continued the assault, launching a knee into the boy’s abs, then grabbing him in a bear hug and throwing him onto the floor where he clutched his abdomen in pain. Grimmsnarl approached the boy, who was lying on his back exposed, and mercilessly delivered a few stomps to his midsection and his crotch. The boy instinctively grabbed at Grimmsnarl’s foot to keep it from happening again as if such a feeble motion could deter the goblin-like Pokémon. After another stomp, the boy rolled over to his side, curled in pain. Grimmsnarl took the opportunity to flex its biceps and gloat. What a marvelous specimen.

As expected, the boy rose, wincing in pain but nevertheless willing to continue fighting. He approached Grimmsnarl more cautiously this time, knees bent with arms out in front of him, trying to anticipate the Pokémon’s next move. Grimmsnarl went in for another attack, which the boy tried to deflect. It was too fast to follow, but it appeared that Grimmsnarl faked the boy out and was able to successfully land another punch, causing the boy to stagger back. Grimmsnarl went in for a follow-up, but the boy seemed to anticipate it this time and dodged, then attacked the Pokémon from behind. Grimmsnarl roared terrifyingly, its hairs tightening around its muscles and causing them to appear bigger and more menacing. It turned to the boy and ran directly into him, I believe using its Spirit Break move in which it attacks its target with so much force that it could break the target's spirit. The boy endured the powerful attack and grabbed onto the muscular Pokémon’s body. They grappled, each trying to get into a more favorable position. In the end, Grimmsnarl overpowered the boy using underhanded tricks. It grabbed the boy’s crotch and squeezed his testicles until the boy fell to his knees. Then it put the boy in a half nelson, wrapping its legs around the boy’s torso and placing the boy in a chokehold. Its hairs unfurled, latching onto the boy’s muscles, ensnaring them like tentacles and giving the Pokémon free rein over the muscular boy’s vulnerable body. Some of the hairs lashed across the boy’s erect nipples, teasing them and causing the boy’s penis to instinctually grow. This seemed to remind Grimmsnarl to punish the boy’s crotch, and it again squeezed the boy’s testicles firmly while groping the rest of the boy’s body, his big pecs, his rippling abs. The boy moaned and appeared confused by the Pokémon’s awful touch.

In a surprising turn of events, Grimmsnarl’s approach to dominating the boy pivoted, and it started to tickle the boy. With its long hairlike protrusions, it tickled the boy’s sides, causing him to break into a surprised laughter. Grimmsnarl exerted its complete control over the boy’s body by contorting him in undesirable positions, one arm out here, one leg out there, playing with the boy as if he was simply an action figure. Grabbing the boy’s feet, it tickled the soles, causing the boy to writhe and try to escape, but the Pokémon’s strong tentacles kept him in place. The boy seemed on the verge of tears. Grimmsnarl then grabbed one of the boy’s feet, and from the toes at the bottom to the heel at the top, it licked the sole in one smooth motion. The boy clenched his eyes shut; I can only imagine how uncomfortable it felt for him, so helpless as his body was humiliated. It was arousing for me, of course, and more than once did I grab my own bulge.

Grimmsnarl continued to molest the boy with tickles and licks and gropes. The boy struggled, but even he must have known the fight was nearing its end. Grimmsnarl grabbed the boy from behind and pushed him onto his hands and knees. Holding the boy down with its powerful muscles, its dark tendrils ran across the boy’s body erratically, grazing his nipples, wrapping around his penis and testicles, exploring the insides of his penis and anus. The boy groaned in discomfort, though I could tell by his leaking pre-ejaculate that he was enjoying it too. Grimmsnarl’s hairs seemed to have a mind of their own, violating the boy with increasing aggression. The way the boy bucked in place, I could only imagine what the hairs were doing inside him, how they invaded his urethra with abandon, how they accumulated inside his anus, how they must have rendezvoused to tease his prostate from both sides. The boy’s eyes were clenched, his hands balled into fists, and his toes curled. I licked my lips.

After providing the boy with a little more discomfort, Grimmsnarl unsheathed its gargantuan penis. I do not think the boy was prepared for this. Grimmsnarl grabbed onto the boy’s sides and pushed itself against the boy’s ass, its girthy penis entering the boy’s hole. The boy gasped and his eyes widened. Grimmsnarl was on its knees behind the boy, thrusting into him, apparently greatly enjoying the act of fucking the boy if the eager look on its face or the lecherous sounds escaping its mouth were any indication. The Pokémon’s movements inside him forced the boy to rock back and forth submissively. Grimmsnarl’s pace sped up, and its thrusts became more intense. As the Pokémon lost itself in the motions, it rose to one foot. The odd angle of its penis entering the boy caused him to grimace. Grimmsnarl leaned forward and held the boy’s head down as it continued to fuck him. Then, in what I considered wholly unnecessary, it slammed into the boy with such power and frenzy that it released another Spirit Break attack. This time, I could almost feel the boy’s spirit shattering. He moaned, tears forming in his eyes. Grimmsnarl grabbed the boy’s head by his hair and pulled it back, the boy’s tears now visibly streaming down his face. With its free hand, the Pokémon grabbed the boy’s ankle and continued its relentless thrusting. Some more thrusts, and finally, the Pokémon climaxed.

Presumably exhausted from its playtime with the boy, Grimmsnarl let out a big yawn, perhaps using its G-Max Snooze. It collapsed forward onto the boy, its hairs releasing him from their grasp, and the two fell fast asleep. I gazed at the giant hero, lying prone with the beast atop him. The whole scene had me, embarrassing as it is to say, quite aroused. I approached the sleeping boy’s massive feet, which seemed so delectable with Grimmsnarl’s equally massive tongue running across their soles, that I too thought I should give them a taste. I could smell the stench of the boy’s hard-earned sweat and feel the heat emanating off his feet. I leaned in and licked one of his sweaty soles, bottom to top just as Grimmsnarl had done, feeling a twinge of excitement below. I licked the other one and slipped my hand down my pants. It was only fair, after all, after everything I was doing for this boy, training him to become the true hero Galar needs, it was only right that I should get a taste of my prize as well.

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Log 038

Between my arsenal of Pokémon willing and able to edge the boy to climax at a moment’s notice, and my own casual use of the boy’s assets, he was shaping up to become everything I had hoped for and more. Every day was exciting, figuring out exactly what ways to stimulate the boy’s body into producing what I needed. Grimmsnarl in particular has been a massive boon to my operation, and in its presence, the boy was like putty, malleable and subservient. It was a grim reminder to the hero that he was given a chance to escape, and through no fault but his own, he failed. Now he remained my slave.

Despite my recent successes, a problem arose during one of my regular outings for supplies. While undercover in the streets of Hammerlocke, I discovered the boy’s pesky Pokémon searching for him. They were dangerously close to finding my base of operations. I resolved to take the initiative and plant false scents around the city to distract the Pokémon, while luring their leader, the boy’s longest companion, Pikachu, directly to my base. In the meantime, I had the boy occupied by Hatterene, who was ensuring that the boy train his body so as to maintain his virility.

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Deep underground in Rose’s lair, Gigantamax Hatterene was overseeing the giant hero Ash’s forced workout. Ash grunted as he did push-ups under the Raging Goddess’s watchful eye, beads of sweat already coating his body with a sheen and dropping to the ground with a splash. The boy was fortunate to be so strong and determined; anyone else might have already succumbed to Hatterene’s merciless punishment. Nevertheless, even Ash could only do so many repetitions, and after the hundredth or so push-up, he collapsed onto his own puddle of sweat, exhausted. With a callous cry, Hatterene raised one of its tentacles and whipped Ash viciously across the back. Ash immediately cried out in pain. He planted his palms on the floor, then his toes, and tried his best to rise. Apparently too slow, he was whipped again.

Hatterene slid its tentacles under Ash’s arms and dragged him to his feet. The tentacles shifted to his shoulders and pushed him down. Ash understood the instruction to squat and obeyed. As he did so, Hatterene’s tentacles explored the sweaty, muscular boy’s slick body, following the curves of his muscles. It traced his traps and deltoids, his triceps and biceps, his broad back, around his sides to his pecs, down his abs, his quads, and his calves. The tentacles teased Ash’s body, squeezing his muscles, or grazing his nipples, or wrapping around his cock and balls. Ash tried to stifle a moan of unwanted pleasure and failed. Upon hearing the inappropriate noise, the Silent Pokémon repeatedly lashed Ash’s back, causing him to groan in pain.

As Ash continued his squats, panting and feeling the burn in his hamstrings, one of Hatterene’s tentacles reached down to his exposed hole. It teased Ash’s hole, causing him to wince. Then, as Ash dropped low to the ground, his muscular ass in Hatterene’s sights, the tentacle slithered its way inside, causing him to moan deeply. The other tentacle whipped him. Uncomfortably, Ash rose to complete the squat, finding that the tentacle did not rise with him. Instead, Ash realized, Hatterene intended for him to fuck himself on the tentacle each time he squatted. The other tentacle alternated between teasing Ash’s nipples and working his cock, increasing his discomfort. Dutifully, Ash continued his squats in fear of a worse punishment, allowing his hole to be casually penetrated, at times feeling a jolt through his body, either from the tentacle hitting his prostate or from Hatterene’s own electrifying touch.

Sensing that Ash was near his limits for the squats, Hatterene again repositioned the boy, this time onto his back for sit-ups. Looming over the boy as he tightened his core, Hatterene ran its tentacles across the boy’s hard abs, gathering sweat. As before, one of the tentacles spread Ash’s butt cheeks apart and invaded his hole. It was more tenacious than before about massaging Ash’s prostate, while the free tentacle similarly was more adamant about teasing Ash’s cock. As Ash did his best to keep flexing his body, he nevertheless gave in to the unsolicited pleasures provided by the tentacles. The more the tentacles ravaged him, the more he moaned and writhed uncontrollably, breaking form. In response, Hatterene intermittently interrupted its pleasuring movements to punish Ash with lashes, but he was so aroused at this point that even the painful lashes felt pleasurable. His whole body was as much in heat as it was hot and drenched in sweat. It was sensitive to Hatterene’s every electrifying touch, and Ash was close to climax. In the heat of the moment, with Hatterene’s tentacles gripping his cock and plunging inside his hole, Ash played with his own nipples. He threw his head back, and just as he reached an overwhelming climax, moaning loudly in exquisite pleasure, he spotted out of the corner of his eye, his dear friend-

“Pikachu?!”

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What a lascivious little slut my giant slave has become. I brought the boy his partner Pokémon, and he had the audacity to ejaculate in front of it!

Now, you may be wondering why I did such a thing. I do not fear the boy’s Pikachu, despite its well-known victory over my previous protégé’s ace. It is, certainly, a powerful Pokémon, but it is also a fiercely loyal one, and I do not suspect it would dare do anything that would compromise its trainer’s well-being. Bringing Pikachu here, I showed it exactly what it needed to see: the boy, completely at my mercy, and all of my Pokémon making sure he stays that way.

Immediately upon entering the chamber, Pikachu ran toward its trainer excitedly. But as it approached, it no doubt saw the look of lust, shame, perhaps even defeat, in its trainer’s eyes. It saw the reality of the lashes marking his naked body. And it saw the hopelessness of the whole situation, for the boy that is. After all, in his hopelessness lay all of Galar’s hope.

Pikachu and the boy seemed to be communicating with each other, something sentimental I wager as they both had tears in their eyes. The pitiful boy even tried to reach his Pokémon to comfort it, but my Hatterene held him back. He shouted at me then, with a renewed spirit in his voice, but he must have realized just how hopeless it was because he soon started pleading with me to let his Pikachu go. I merely laughed.

I explained the situation to the boy’s Pikachu and the need for utmost obedience in order to prevent a worse fate. The boy seemed to understand and begged his Pikachu to do as I said. Reluctantly, Pikachu did.

First, I forced Pikachu to Gigantamax. Then, I instructed it to drain the boy of his Dynamax energy-infused ejaculate by any means necessary. The boy was sitting on the floor with legs outstretched, propped up on his elbows. Pikachu seemed unsure at first, shyly approaching its trainer, who provided reassurance. Gingerly, it used its front paws to rub its trainer’s penis, which to my surprise quickly sprang into an erection. I noted that the boy had just orgasmed at Hatterene’s touch, and this was the quickest I had ever seen him recover. Perhaps there was something to be said for the power of the bond between a trainer and his Pokémon.

Pikachu massaged the boy’s penis in tender, deliberate strokes. The boy smiled and encouraged his Pokémon. Before long, the boy reached orgasm.

I needed more energy though, and my urgency was increasing. I didn’t know how long I had until the boy’s Dynamax phenomenon would wear off, or where Eternatus was, and it was only a matter of time until I was discovered. I needed to keep going. And so, the boy would keep going. I instructed Pikachu to continue.

Panting, the boy reassured his Pokémon. Pikachu started to rub its trainer’s penis again, this time a little faster, a little more confidently. Sparks seemed to form at its paws, which caused the boy to grimace in discomfort even as his penis hardened again to a full erection and twitched. Perhaps inspired by this response, Pikachu slapped its own cheeks, sparks fizzling from the contact, then channeled these sparks into the boy’s eager penis. The boy moaned and his body tensed. Again, I had successfully brought him to climax. “Again,” I instructed.

The boy weakly told his Pikachu to go ahead, even as his elbows gave way and he fell back to the floor. Pikachu tried to rub its trainer’s penis again, but this time it wasn’t enough to elicit a response. Likely in fear of what might happen should Pikachu fail, the boy tried to stroke his own penis into another erection. He softly asked Pikachu to “put it in.” Pikachu seemed shocked at first, but as the boy opened his legs, it became more composed. These two truly had an unwavering bond. Gigantamax Pikachu unsheathed its Gigantamax penis and with a cry, entered it inside its trainer’s anus. The boy moaned as it went in, his legs opening wider, his hands grabbing at the floor, and his head thrown back. The larger-than-life Pikachu, larger and more heavyset than a regular Dynamaxed Pikachu, thrusted inside its trainer with heavy blows, the momentum causing the rest of its body to crash into the boy as well. He must have enjoyed it because his penis became erect again, and Pikachu’s front paws gripped the penis firmly. With a few more heavy thrusts, the boy orgasmed for a third time by his Pokémon. His yield was surprisingly still high, so I instructed them to continue.

Gigantamax Pikachu maintained a certain rhythm inside the boy, knowing now where the boy’s pleasure spot was and how to manipulate it. Heavy and slow, the thrusts continued. The boy moaned but he was utterly exhausted and his penis appeared to be wilting. He whimpered to his Pokémon what sounded like a command. Gigantamax Pikachu slapped its cheeks, generating electricity, then with a roar used G-Max Volt Crash, sending powerful electrical impulses from the tip of its penis into the boy’s prostate and all throughout his body. The boy screamed, yet his penis grew erect, as did his nipples, and in his hyper-aroused state he climaxed yet again.

Pikachu leaned forward towards the boy’s chest, its penis slipping out of the boy’s body as the Pokémon shrunk back to normal size. It lay on the boy’s chest, resting with closed eyes and deep breaths. The boy was similarly drained and fell asleep. As much as I wanted to keep pushing him, I could see he was done for today. No matter. Tomorrow I would bring another of his Pokémon to facilitate energy production.

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Ash lay sprawled on the floor, drooling in his sleep. He dreamed of being normal-sized again, playing with Pikachu, being free. But the naked giant was tossing and turning, even in his pleasant dreams feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Perhaps his relentless milking at Rose’s hands had conditioned him into a perpetually aroused state, or perhaps he was simply having one of those odd, nondescript dreams where even the most banal of objects and experiences could be mistaken for abject pleasure: in Ash’s case, running through a field of yellow flowers, feeling the velvety soft petals brush against his bare skin, wondering if the petals could serve another purpose…. In any case, in real life his body was prickling with arousal, nipples so perky they cast shadows underneath, and his cock was tumescent. Beads of translucent precum formed at the tip, slowly trickling down the length of his shaft and painting his abs with a sticky clear lacquer.

If Ash were normal-sized, his precum may have gone unnoticed, but in his giant form, his correspondingly large amount of precum had a poignant smell which wafted throughout the underground lair, drawing the attention of a group of mischievous Impidimp. They scampered close to the giant’s exposed body and, listening to Ash’s deep breaths, decided it was safe to climb. The Impidimp scattered across Ash’s body, though most remained in close proximity to the source of the intoxicating odor. The tapping of their small feet felt like raindrops falling on Ash’s bare skin. The Impidimp were careful not to make too much noise or overstimulate Ash as they had before when they treated his giant body like a playground. Instead, they licked and rubbed Ash’s erogenous zones with surprising calmness, as if they were languishing at a beach, lounging on the dunes of Ash’s muscles, tasting his nipples and cock like they were oversized popsicles.

Ash’s dreams shifted to a hazy memory of winning the World Coronation Series, being surrounded by his Pokémon, his friends, everyone who loved him. He was gearing up for another match, but he couldn’t quite make out his opponent. If he squinted, he could just make out the silhouette. It seemed familiar…spiky hair, cap, and an aura of unbridled confidence. And, just on the shadow’s shoulder, what appeared to be a Pikachu. Could it be…? Was Ash supposed to face off against himself? He felt excited, and in the real world, his cock twitched and dripped precum. A smile formed on his lips.

For a moment, the tortured boy knew peace.

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The sun was setting over the bridge leading out of Hammerlocke, illuminating the city’s castle walls with golden rays. Rose had been searching the castle city’s streets for traces of Ash’s Pokémon all day. Now he was seated on a bench by an outdoor Pokémon battlefield, shades masking his otherwise recognizable face from prying eyes. A pair of trainers were battling. Rose sighed.

The Pokémon battle was too uninspired for Rose to notice who ending up winning, or even which Pokémon took part in it. His gaze lingered on the spot where one of the trainers was standing before both of them parted ways. For some reason, this dark spot seemed to keep his attention. What was so intriguing about it? As the shadows from the setting sun stretched across the ground, Rose was startled to a realization. The dark spot on the ground, the shadow which Rose had assumed belonged to the Pokémon trainer standing atop it, obviously did not accompany the trainer who had left. Rose patiently kept watch.

The outline of the shadow seemed to shake as it expanded. Then it rose from the ground, an amorphous darkness just starting to take shape. Finally, as the darkness stopped growing, a creature was revealed. It was Ash’s Gengar.

Rose watched Gengar patiently, noting how tense the black figure seemed. There was a stiffness to Gengar’s movements, as if it were trying to suppress its emotions. As Gengar left the field, Rose trailed behind, keeping a close eye on his target but also his distance.

Ash’s Gengar listlessly meandered through the city. Some denizens looked up from the errands occupying their minds and carelessly acknowledged the large Ghost Pokémon, while others shielded their children in ignorant fear before scampering off. While Gengar was (mostly) harmless outside a Pokémon battle, it was true that it was moving with such irritability exuding from its ethereal body that it seemed at any moment to be about to pop off.

Gengar was lost deep in thought. It had been so long since it had last seen Ash that, as the days became weeks, it started to wonder if its trainer was truly missing at all. A tiny, diamond-like intrusive thought escaped from the deep recesses of Gengar’s mind, as dense as was necessary to hide all the memories Gengar had squeezed together and buried away. But now it floated toward the forefront of Gengar’s thoughts and sparkled with a mean, distracting glare. Look at me, it said. Remember me.

Gengar sat down, feeling the weight of its exhaustion after searching for weeks without any signs of its trainer. From afar, it looked haggard and despondent. Its mind raced, as the fear of weeks becoming months, and months becoming years, became entangled with the buried memories of waiting…what felt like an endless wait…for a trainer who did not want it. Gengar clenched its fists, but it wasn’t angry. It was sad.

Again…? Was it so unlovable?

Not again…. Gengar shut its eyes.

“Oh, you poor thing.”

Gengar opened its eyes to find a sharply dressed portly man approaching it. Instinctively, it stood up and glared at the intruder, ready to fight.

“It’s alright. I’m not here to fight,” Rose said calmly. “You must be so lonely, waiting for your trainer to return. Do you want to know where he is?”

Gengar’s eyes widened. It nodded.

“Well, he’s with me. What a naughty trainer. All this time with me and he still hasn’t come looking for you? I wonder…,” Rose trailed off with a glint in his eye.

Gengar could smell a taunt from a mile away and decided not to give this strange man any more of its attention. How could it trust anything he was saying? Why would Ash be with this suspicious person? Gengar ran off, eager to put some distance between itself and the irritating man before it accidentally hurt him.

Rose grinned, satisfied with just planting the insidious seed of doubt in Gengar’s mind. He only needed Gengar’s own trauma to cultivate it.

And while Gengar ran away, dancing with its doubts, those same doubts spun around and around in its head until they were absorbed into its little memory diamond and a single thought shone through: Maybe Gengar was abandoned. Again.

Gengar needed finality. This time it would not wait for finality to come to it. The elusive black demon—as it had been so passionately introduced as during the World Coronation Series—turned around and stalked the suited man from the shadows, following him all the way back to his lair. There, it found its trainer, massive in size and sleeping peacefully. A painful anger brewed from the depths of Gengar’s heart.

“There, do you see now?” Rose said aloud, anticipating that Ash’s Gengar was nearby. “A naughty trainer indeed, to have left you like that.”

Gengar emerged from the shadows, malice emanating from its body. Could what Rose was saying really be true? Of course it could. Why else would its trainer be resting here comfortably, clearly unbothered after abandoning it.

Not. Again.

Not this time. This time Gengar would leave on its own terms.

“I think he deserves to be punished, don’t you?” Rose teased.

Unfortunately for the sleeping giant, Gengar agreed.

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The dream battle was heated. Ash and his shadow opponent were equally matched. Ash was down to his last Pokémon, but he was feeling confident. And he was having fun.

Shadow Ash reached toward his belt to grab a Poké Ball. At the last moment, he seemed to hesitate, and the real Ash thought he saw dark tendrils materialize and wrap around his opponent’s arm and invade the Poké Ball. Ash blinked and the tendrils were gone. Shadow Ash plucked his last Poké Ball and tossed it onto the battlefield. A Pokémon emerged.

Ash gasped as in an instant, all his confidence left his body. He felt weak, barely able to keep himself standing. The Pokémon that emerged from his opponent’s Poké Ball wasn’t one of Ash’s…it was one of Rose’s. It was Hatterene, and it eyed Ash calmly, belying the malice it harbored within.

Ash was frozen. His mouth opened, but he couldn’t scream. Hatterene slowly sauntered over to the boy. With every step it took, Ash could feel his heart pounding louder in his chest. The world around him became silent, save for the fear beating in his chest and Hatterene’s footsteps. Despite the Pokémon’s light weight, its footsteps seemed to thunderously reverberate throughout Ash’s body, hammering him with dread. The sweat that had already formed on Ash’s body from the heat of the battle grew cold and uncomfortable. Ash’s skin was suddenly exposed to the wind, his clothes having dematerialized. The boy’s breathing became labored and heavy. Hatterene was now just inches from his face. The claw at the end of its long tentacle slowly caressed Ash’s body. He shuddered in anticipation. He knew how sharp Hatterene’s Psycho Cut could be, how deeply it could incise his soul and make him suffer for long after. He knew how cold and unfeeling Hatterene could be with its tentacle, remembering how it slithered into his orifices against his will, penetrating him with calculated spite, and how it whipped him when he misbehaved, which for the capricious Pokémon could mean anything from moving unbidden to being too still. A tiny, stifled scream escaped Ash’s mouth. It was enough to trigger Hatterene.

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Ash woke up in a cold sweat, panting. What was that? Was it just a dream? It felt so real…. He still felt sensitive and raw, remembering the Silent Pokémon’s touch. Ash tried to feel his body for any marks but realized his arms and legs were chained, preventing him from moving. He struggled against the chains, but they held fast. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. Looking up, he could see the bright lights from the high ceiling of the underground Energy Plant. He squinted. There seemed to be a dark spot in the center of the lights, and it seemed to be getting bigger. Quickly, the spot expanded until it obscured most of the lights. Ash could make out the shape of a foot. Not only was it getting bigger, it was getting closer. Ash tugged at his chains frantically as the giant foot descended. Giant? Ash thought, suddenly realizing he had returned to his normal size. What…? But Ash’s thoughts, as well as his cries, were muffled as the giant foot blanketed him in darkness, crushing him underneath. Ash could feel his body sinking into the soft sole. Trying to yell, his open mouth only met more sole. Ash began to panic, worried he was going to run out of air. What was going on, anyway? A thought occurred to Ash, unprompted yet revelatory: This was Rose’s foot! Rose is stomping me like a bug! Ash struggled and squirmed as the giant foot—Rose’s giant foot—shifted side to side as if to scrub the boy out of existence. I can’t breathe…, Ash’s final thought before his mind went dark.

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He woke up with a gasp. He was still covered in a cold sweat. Another dream? Ash groaned. His whole body hurt, as if he really had been crushed under a giant foot.

He inspected his bare arms and legs, wiggled his fingers and toes. He looked around at his surroundings. He was big again.

“Mmmpf!”

Ash’s ears perked up. He could hear what sounded like moans coming from the other side of the bridge. Ash slowly lifted himself to his feet. Cautiously, he left the reactor core’s circular platform and stepped onto the bridge. The moans grew louder, but they were heard at even intervals. There seemed to be a rhythm to them. Ash followed the sounds as he crossed the bridge.

Huh? Was there always another core here? Ash was confused as he approached the end of the bridge. Instead of the entrance to the Energy Plant, Ash found another circular platform. And in the center of the platform was a dark figure, equally as large as Ash, moving back and forth in time with the moans. Ash’s curiosity got the better of him and he inched closer. He could make out a large, muscular body wrapped in thick tangles of fibrous hair. Its pelvis was thrusting into another body, similarly sized and similarly muscular, but smooth and tan.

Ash froze. He recognized the scene. It was him, and he was getting railed mercilessly by Gigantamax Grimmsnarl. Ash watched himself be overpowered and fucked by the Bulk Up Pokémon, forced into submission by the Pokémon’s muscular limbs and sturdy tentacle-like hairs. Ash felt a combination of nausea and arousal as he watched himself helplessly being used, part of him remembering exactly what it felt like to be held down with Grimmsnarl’s terrifying cock inside him, part of him guiltily intrigued by this new experience of seeing his own memory as an outside spectator. The moans coming from the other Ash grew loud and frantic, startling Ash out of his spell. He clutched at his abdomen, unsure if he was going to vomit. He turned around and ran.

Racing back across the bridge, he found that the core he was returning to was no longer unoccupied. Ash almost ran headfirst into another Gigantamaxed Pokémon—this time Sandaconda—stopping himself just before impact. In its grip, Sandaconda held another version of Ash, squeezing uncomfortable moans out of the boy as precum leaked from his cock. Ash blushed, again recalling with embarrassment the memory of being restrained and milked. Despite his embarrassment, Ash’s cock twitched with excitement. He tried to shut his eyes and cover ears, but he could still hear his own desperate moans, and he couldn’t get rid of the resurfacing memory.

He was stuck. He couldn’t go backward because of the memory with Grimmsnarl, and he couldn’t go forward because of the memory with Sandaconda. But the moans right in front of him were getting louder, too loud to bear, and Ash turned to run away again. As he crossed over to the other core, he was relieved to see that Grimmsnarl was gone. Relief was short-lived though as he spotted another version of himself, another Pokémon milking him dry, another memory of being Rose’s helpless cum cow.

Over and over, Ash ran across the bridge, each time finding himself face-to-face with another memory. He was out of breath and exhausted. He tried to sit in the middle of the bridge and tune out the memories, but they found a way to invade his thoughts. His only choice was to keep running between the platforms until they stopped appearing, maybe if he ran out of memories? But as Ash ran through all his memories of being Rose’s sex slave, to his horror, they simply repeated. And so he ran between the platforms, endlessly.

As he reached his limit, Ash felt the bridge under his bare feet fade away.

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He woke up panting, drenched in cold sweat. How many times had it been now? How many more would it be? Ash screamed in frustration, thinly veiling his desperation.

“What else do you want from me?!” he shouted into the nothingness. “Let me go already!”

Silence.

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From inside its glass cage, Pikachu could see its trainer struggling in his sleep. It cried out, “Pika!” to no avail.

Rose casually egged Gengar on to keep torturing its trainer with nightmares, reveling in Ash’s predicament. The sheer amount of stress the boy was going through was causing him to produce large quantities of Dynamax energy-infused sweat, while the provocative scenarios led to a not insignificant amount of salvageable precum. In short, even in his sleep, Ash could not escape Rose’s enterprise. Rose rubbed his hands together in satisfaction.

Some of Ash’s Galar particles wafted through the air and landed on Gengar’s body. Gengar began to grow and change shape, its gigantic mouth now resembling the entrance to a fun house as it assumed its Gigantamax form. Rose next stood it like an usher into its mouth of madness.

Lost in his endless nightmares, Ash could hear his Pikachu calling out to him from just beyond the veil of slumber. In his soporose state, his body stood up and walked robotically toward the sound of Pikachu’s voice. Yet after a full minute of sleepwalking, he was no closer to Pikachu’s glass prison than before. No, he was even further away.

In Pokémon research circles, it was rumored that Gigantamax Gengar’s gigantic mouth lead not into its body, filled with cursed energy, but instead to an unknown dimension, perhaps the afterlife, or something more sinister. Those who stood in front of its mouth would be lured in by their loved ones' voices calling out to them. And so it was that Ash—led by the hollow cry of a fake Pikachu—was being lured away from his real, beloved Pikachu and straight into his forlorn Gengar’s mysterious mouth, where unspeakable horrors awaited him. Ash’s Pikachu cried out, wishing more than anything that it could reach its trainer.

Gengar’s bright red tongue rolled out of the vast emptiness of its mouth like a carpet. Ash stepped onto the squishy, wet surface, one bare foot following the other, unaware of its final destination. Rose watched cautiously. While he found it to be titillating, the thought of the once stubbornly defiant and proud Ash now a helpless slave being tormented by his own Pokémon—one which helped him earn the title of World Champion, no less—he worried what it would mean for his venture if the boy were to disappear to someplace unreachable. Deciding he must put a stop to this, Rose shouted at Gengar to cease its behavior at once. To his chagrin, Ash’s Gengar paid him no heed. It was just as spellbound by its misery as Ash was by the sound of Pikachu’s voice; their fates were now intertwined, and only when one ended could the other be freed.

The usually cool Rose was starting to panic. He shouted at Ash to wake up, slapping the boy as hard as he could, pinching him, even kicking him. To the giant these insults were as distinguishable as specks of dust grazing his skin.

As Ash stepped underneath Gengar’s teeth, nearing the point of no return, his Pikachu cried out in desperation one last time.

“Pi-ka-chuuu!”

The sound penetrated its glass cage and reached its trainer’s ears, echoing inside the sleeping giant’s dreams and causing his dream world to vibrate and disintegrate as if being razed by an earthquake. Ash blinked awake.

“H-huh?” Ash looked around quizzically. “Where am I…? Ugh…ew…,” he said, noticing the sticky clear saliva on his feet.

Ash heard a rumbling noise as the long, thick tongue he was standing on started to rise. Gengar was closing its mouth! Ash quickly turned toward the bright opening of the mouth and ran toward it. Just as the mouth shut closed with a harsh clack, Ash jumped out, landing on his belly.

Something about seeing Ash’s firm, round ass on full display in front of it affected Gengar, either arousing it or enraging it further. The Shadow Pokémon triggered its G-Max Terror move, stepping on Ash’s shadow preventing him from getting up.

“What? I can’t move!”

Gengar’s massive, wet tongue lolled out of its mouth and flopped onto Ash’s bare ass. He groaned in discomfort. Gengar’s tongue sloppily licked the entrance to Ash’s hole, saliva dripping inside like lubrication. Held in place by G-Max Terror, Ash could only wiggle his ass in the air which seemed to entice Gengar more. It licked Ash’s hole eagerly, then poked at it warily, wondering if the boy’s tight hole could even accommodate its giant tongue. After one daring prod, Gengar found its tongue slipping in past Ash’s anal sphincter. It pushed its tongue deeper inside, spreading Ash’s hole apart. Ash grimaced and grunted, but when Gengar’s tongue reached deep enough that it was automatically sucked in, Ash let out a heavy sigh. His breathing grew heavy. Gengar’s tongue explored the new domain and, upon discovering Ash’s prostate, rolled over the sensitive gland continuously, caused the boy to let out a droning moan. Ash’s cock was rock-hard pressed between the smooth, hard floor and his smooth, hard abs. Precum spilled out with abandon. Gengar tongued Ash’s hole relentlessly.

Ash’s eyes rolled back as he let his body relax. He gave up wondering why or how any of this was happening, or even what exactly was happening. All he knew was that he felt good, really good, and that was enough for him. For a small moment, as Gengar’s tongue ravished his asshole, Ash forgot about his terrible predicament being enslaved by Rose. In this moment, the only rose Ash was aware of was his own rosebud, perfectly in bloom. Ash let out a long, satisfied moan as his cock twitched and sputtered out globs of cum. His muscles relaxed, as did the pressure on his shadow keeping him in place. Ash collapsed onto his wasted cum (Rose made a mental note to punish the boy for this infraction later).

But Gengar wasn’t satisfied. It approached its naked trainer and prodded him with a foot as if to say, Hey, pay attention to me, you hurt me, did you know? Hey, hey!

Ash groaned and rolled over. Sleepily, he opened his eyes. As his vision cleared, he started to recognize the Pokémon standing above him.

“Gengar?!” Ash shouted, standing up quickly. “What are you doing here?”

Hey, you abandoned me didn’t you, hey? You left me, just like he did before you…hey…I…hate you!

“No, you have it all wrong.” Ash shook his head. He spoke softly without even a hint of anger. “I would never abandon you, buddy. Even if I’m gone, my heart will always be with you.”

Ash opened his arms, inviting his Pokémon in for a hug. Gengar seemed to hesitate at first, before realizing with disdain that it had been had. Of course Ash hadn’t abandoned it. How could it ever believe such a thing? How could it ever lose faith in him? How could it ever apologize? Gengar leaned in to accept Ash’s hug as its body began to shrink back to normal size.

The reconciliation was short-lived. Rose promptly ordered his Pokémon to apprehend Gengar and punish Ash for wasting any amount of Dynamax energy-infused cum. The boy was beaten and forced into repeated milkings, each more excruciating than the last. By the end, Ash was whimpering and groveling at Rose’s feet, begging for even a moment’s reprieve. The suited master raised a palm to the naked giant’s cheek.

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Ash and his master Rose had fallen into something of a routine. Rose would graciously offer his slave a choice between three random Pokémon to lead a session’s milking. Depending on the boy’s results, he would either be allowed to choose again for the next session or be punished ruthlessly with the choice made for him (often one that was not originally offered, always harsher). In between sessions he was forced to work out to maintain his physique and virility. Slave Ash was to show gratitude and obedience at all times. He was to only call Rose “master” and respond only when called “slave.” If, and only if, he met all of Rose’s expectations could Ash hope to see his Pokémon for a brief moment at the end of the day. The next day, the process would repeat all over again. If Ash’s total yield during the day was not sufficient, however, Gengar would be forced to invade his dreams and continue the milking while he slept.

Ash was resilient and strong, but how long could he really last like this? How long would it be until Eternatus’ curse finally wore off, freeing Ash from this hell?

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Word had reached Alola that Ash was missing. Amid the ensuing hullabaloo, one Pokémon quietly slipped away.

It was unclear exactly how this Pokémon got from Alola to Galar, or how it discovered where Ash was being held. Nevertheless, it snuck inside the underground Energy Plant where it found its trainer tightly bound in long, thick hemp ropes. Ash was fixed in place on his knees, arms behind his back, as he was forced to sit back onto a Gigantamaxed Duraludon dildo. Gigantamax Grimmsnarl loomed behind him, playing with his plump, rope-bound pecs and nipples and jerking him off. Like a good slave, Ash kept himself from cumming for as long as he could to maximize production. When he finally came, filling yet another vat with Dynamax energy-infused cum, he thanked his master aloud, even though Rose was nowhere to be seen.

Ash’s Melmetal, who had traveled all this way only to discover its trainer in such a disgraced state, was bewildered. Surely Ash Ketchum, Champion of the Alola Pokémon League, World Champion of the Pokémon World Coronation Series, and aspiring Pokémon Master, did not intend on being someone else’s pitiful slave. Surely he needed saving.

Melmetal steeled itself. Gearing itself up, it started to spin in place like a top, faster and faster, until it reached sufficient torque to approach its bound trainer and the opposing Pokémon with confidence. The artificial sound of a metal whirlwind caught Grimmsnarl by surprise, but before it could react, Melmetal spun into its leg, attacking it with a powerful Double Iron Bash. Grimmsnarl cried out in pain.

Ash, still locked in place with his ass penetrated by the sturdy Duraludon, shouted in surprise, “Melmetal!”

Melmetal looked at him with joy. It had been some time since they last saw each other. While Melmetal was momentarily distracted by nostalgia, Gigantamax Grimmsnarl approached the 8-foot tall Hex Nut Pokémon and kicked it, launching it into the air in an arc before it landed on the floor with a loud thud. Melmetal cried out in annoyance, but before it could recover and defend itself, Grimmsnarl picked it up and tugged at its stretchy metal limbs as if it were a mere toy. Melmetal tried to pull away to no avail. Grimmsnarl laughed devilishly, taunting the smaller Pokémon.

In a brief moment of clarity, Ash shouted, “Melmetal, use Flash Cannon!”

Unfortunately for Ash, the Duraludon in his ass only heard the “Flash Cannon” part and released its own light energy directly onto his prostate. Ash’s eyes grew wide and he saw white as intense pleasure swelled in his ass and burst throughout his body. His cock immediately and uncontrollably fired off shots of thick, white cum into the vat.

Melmetal also responded to the command, slowly harnessing light energy in its core hex nut. In doing so, it drew in free Galar particles from Ash’s body. Melmetal unknowingly absorbed these particles and started to grow, much to Grimmsnarl’s surprise. Eventually, Melmetal became too heavy for Grimmsnarl to hold up, causing Grimmsnarl to drop Melmetal with a clang. Melmetal landed on its feet, discovering that they went from horizontal to vertical. Its hands also gained several hex nuts like fingers. Ash’s Melmetal had assumed its Gigantamax form for the first time.

It felt powerful.

Gigantamax Melmetal roared and attacked Gigantamax Grimmsnarl. The two fought ferociously, the slower Melmetal winding up to try to land powerful lucky punches while the more devious Grimmsnarl used its cunning to try to tire Melmetal out. Unfortunately for Melmetal, Grimmsnarl was the more experienced warrior and won out in the end, forcing Melmetal into a chokehold.

By this point, Rose had returned from his errands and was alerted to the disturbance. He checked his cameras at once, noticing first with satisfaction that his slave was still filling the vat. Then he noticed the fight between Grimmsnarl and an unknown Pokémon. Who was this mysterious assailant? Rose went to the core to confront the Pokémon, riding in on his Copperajah.

Rose found Grimmsnarl holding Melmetal down with ease. He climbed into Copperajah’s trunk and instructed it to raise him up to Ash’s throbbing, sensitive cock, which he gave a forceful smack with his open palm. Ash grunted.

“Who is this Pokémon, slave?”

“Um…,” Ash hesitated.

Rose smacked his cock again.

Ash sat up straight. “I’m sorry, master! This is my Melmetal, from Alola. I’m not sure how it got here.”

“It seems like a strong Pokémon.”

“Yes, master.”

“You must have a powerful bond with it for it to have come all this way.”

“Yes, master.”

“Show me the power of your bond.”

“M-master?”

Rose patted Ash’s cock, then descended to Copperajah’s back from where he watched his slave at work.

Ash gulped. He slowly rose to his feet, revealing more and more of Duraludon’s long, phallic body exiting his ass. The movement made Ash moan, unable to help himself. Once Duraludon was finally outside Ash’s ass, leaving his puckering hole feeling empty, a heavy drop of precum emerged from the tip of Ash’s cock, where it teetered for a moment before eventually slipping off and falling to the floor with a splash. Ash walked unsteadily over to his Melmetal, who was held down firmly by Grimmsnarl. Ash dropped to his knees and apologized to Melmetal. Melmetal seemed to say to Ash that it was ok, it was prepared for whatever needed to be done. But Melmetal couldn’t have been prepared for this.

Ash shoved his cock into the cylindrical opening of Melmetal’s core hex nut. As soon as it went in, both trainer and Pokémon felt a strange sensation. Ash immediately felt the ribbed texture of the hex nut’s interior, followed by a humming sensation on and around his cock. It seemed that Melmetal’s liquid metal insides were flowing in circles, creating an electromagnetic field which penetrated Ash’s cock. Melmetal felt this disturbance to its electromagnetic field deeply. The opposing motions of Ash’s cock moving in and out and Melmetal’s liquid metal body swirling around altered the electromagnetic field inside the hex nut, causing an intensely disorienting yet stimulating sensation of flux to Ash and Melmetal. Ash continued to thrust despite the discomfort. Grimmsnarl even encouraged him, running its long, wet tongue up his cheek.

As Ash’s movements increased in frequency and intensity, so too did the electromagnetic waves passing through his cock. The ribbed interior of the hex nut added extra physical stimulation. Ash’s cock was pulsating with pure pleasure, and the boy was close to cumming. But Melmetal wasn’t ready for him to cum just yet. Its core hex nut seemed to clamp down on Ash’s cock and started to rotate. Ash’s eyes rolled back as the hex nut spun in place around his cock, further intensifying the physical and electromagnetic stimulation. The overstimulation was excruciating, and Ash tried to slow his movements, but Grimmsnarl gripped the boy’s ass and forced him to continue thrusting. Melmetal too was rocking back and forth, pressing into pelvis. Ash grunted, then allowed the force of Melmetal’s rocking to push him backwards into Grimmsnarl, bringing them to the floor. Now on his back, Ash pushed his hips up into Melmetal while Grimmsnarl fondled him from underneath.

As Ash fucked Melmetal, it lost control of its core hex nut which whirled about Ash’s cock like a motor. The liquid metal of its body seemed to be flowing smoother. Melmetal groaned, but the sound was cacophonous and indecipherable. Ash felt his something smooth surround his skin. Opening his eyes, he realized Melmetal’s heavy body was melting onto his, slowly covering every square inch of his muscular body in smooth, liquid silver. Soon there was nothing left of Melmetal except the core hex nut—which slowed to a halt around the base of Ash’s cock and balls and remained there, preventing his cock from releasing his load and softening—and another hex nut, this one golden, fastened around Ash’s neck like a collar.

Ash felt a tremendous power surge through him. Somehow he had melded with Gigantamax Melmetal, and he could feel its strength in his muscles, its sturdiness in the shiny, liquid metal coating his skin. He had experienced this before, in another place and time, yet still found it strange to be one with a Pokémon. The power was so great though that it allowed him to break free of the ropes binding him. Rising to his feet, his metal coating glistened under the Energy Plant’s bright fluorescent lights.

Rose felt a shock travel up his spine as he realized the gravity of the situation. His slave was about to set himself free. He could not let that happen.

Gesturing to his other Pokémon, Rose ordered them to take Ash down at any cost. Meanwhile, Grimmsnarl stood up to face Melmetal-Ash in a rematch for freedom. The two traded heavy blows. Ash’s own strength allowed him to maneuver with Melmetal’s added weight with relative ease, but he was still slowed down just enough that Grimmsnarl could get the upper hand, which allowed it to be underhanded. Trying to buy time until Rose’s reinforcements arrived, Grimmsnarl lashed at Ash with tentacles of hair, groping him from all directions. Ash’s silver cock was no exception, finding itself an easy target for the tentacles to latch onto. Ash discovered that despite his metal coating’s sturdiness, his cock was still as sensitive as before, twitching as it was wrapped and tugged. But because his cock was such an easy target for Grimmsnarl, it also made Grimmsnarl an easy target for Ash, who grabbed the tentacles reaching for his cock and used them to pull Grimmsnarl in for an exquisite uppercut. The dark tentacles slipped off of Ash’s silver muscles as Grimmsnarl fell backward. Fainted, it returned to its normal size and form.

Rose’s reinforcements rushed in to subdue Ash. It took several Gigantamaxed Pokémon working together to restrain Ash, but eventually they were successful. They held him down on his knees with arms splayed apart.

“Tsk, I thought you would have learned your lesson by now, slave,” Rose taunted Ash.

Ash bared his teeth and scowled. Rose slapped him in the face, only to flinch from the stinging pain of his palm hitting the hard metal.

“Ouch!”

Ash grinned in defiant satisfaction. Rose instructed Gigantamax Hatterene to shoot beams like lightning through the boy’s body, causing him to scream in pain.

“You’re useless to me in this state,” Rose said, pointing to Ash’s hex nut cock ring. “I’ll have to get this off, somehow.”

For the next few hours, Rose subjected Ash to an unrelenting battery of attacks designed to remove his metal coating and especially the hex nut cock ring. This predictably caused Ash to experience both immense pain and excruciating yet pleasurable sensations in his hard cock as it was ground, vibrated, drilled, electrocuted, all while unable to find release.

One of these attacks involved zapping Melmetal-Ash with Electric-type moves, creating an electric field on the surface of his metallic body. Hundreds of nearby Magnemite were drawn to him, and they were hungry. They collided with his body, sticking to him like magnets. Then they nibbled. Ash was reminded of the time he helped Professor Cerise’s assistant Ren save his Magnemite, Francois, from being forced into a massive evolution with a legion of wild Magnemite during a solar flare. At the time, Ash had wondered what their new evolution might look like. He hadn’t thought to wonder what it might feel like. As the hundreds of wild Magnemite pressed into his liquid metal body—gyrating and vibrating while connecting with each other—and ate the electric field, they simultaneously amplified it, overwhelming Ash with physical and electromagnetic stimulation. Once they were satisfied, they fled, leaving Ash quivering as the next Pokémon was up.

Rose watched the boy writhe under the assaults while he pondered what else he could do to break Ash’s metal armor. He recalled hearing about some Pokémon in a faraway region that could pound Steel-type Pokémon into oblivion with its hammer. Alas, Rose’s connections were quite limited now that he was a wanted criminal. It was all he could do to coordinate the sale of his Dynamax energy-infused natural power source, the production of which was currently stalled.

“Enough!”

Rose grew tired of hearing the clanging amid the boy’s moans. He approached his giant slave and stroked his immaculate silver cock. Ash groaned, quietly begging for release. Unable to contain his frustration any longer, Rose slammed a fist down on Ash’s shaft, causing it to reverberate and produce a sound not unlike that of a gong being struck. Ash’s body vibrated. The liquid metal coating his skin bubbled and dropped onto the ground with surprisingly small, soundless splashes. The golden hex nut collar melted, joining the growing puddle. The core hex nut slipped off Ash’s cock and balls and fell into the puddle which, all together, reshaped into Ash’s normal-sized Melmetal, who lay there fainted. A strange sensation filled Ash’s body as he shrank, very slowly at first, then more rapidly until very soon he returned to his normal size. Although normal felt quite abnormal to Ash. He had been a giant for so long now that being back to his old size was unfamiliar.

From his spot on the floor, Ash looked up to find Rose looming over him. Ash had forgotten how much larger the man normally was. Rose’s shocked face masked the torrent of emotions behind it, but Ash could tell his master wasn’t happy. His cock was still hard, finally allowed to leak its previously blocked precum. It seemed to stand in defiance of Rose, whose face contorted into a mix of expressions before finally settling on…crazed.

In a frenzy, Rose grabbed his slave by the hair and pulled it back. He spit into Ash’s open mouth, causing the boy to wince. Holding on tightly to Ash’s hair to keep him from wriggling away, Rose repositioned himself behind his naked, muscular slave. He let his manicured hands explore the boy’s body briefly before grabbing Ash’s firm, sensitive cock. Ash shuddered at Rose’s touch but felt powerless to resist. The suited man stroked Ash’s cock vigorously, unsympathetic to the boy’s cries begging him to stop, milking the boy relentlessly to get every ounce of cum out of him. Rose was muttering incoherently under his breath as he did this, cursing Ash for his disobedience, for losing his Gigantamax status, while seemingly praying for—or stating as fact—the possibility that Ash still had Dynamax energy left in him, which he felt was his right and responsibility to extract.

Despite Ash’s revulsion at Rose’s hands, he quickly succumbed to them, his whole body jerking and trembling as he came. Ash’s seed spilled into Rose’s hands. Rose frantically tried to collect the cum into a container, then licked what remained off his palm. Something switched on in Rose’s head, and he felt an irrepressible urge for more. Against Ash’s protests, Rose licked the boy from his toes to his head, not allowing a single square inch of the boy’s body to escape his lascivious tongue. Once Rose reached the top, he forced his tongue inside Ash’s mouth while fingering the boy’s hole. Ash moaned, ashamed at himself for enjoying the sensation of his captor’s fingers inside him, pushing in and out, rubbing his prostate. Ash whimpered. And when Rose drew back, Ash, in his uncontrolled heat, begged his master for more.

Rose instructed his slave to roll over onto his hands and knees, where Rose continued to milk him. Rose brought his face close to Ash’s bare ass, licked the wrinkles around Ash’s tight hole, then forced Ash’s anal sphincter open with his wet tongue. Rose reached around and stick his fingers in his slave’s mouth, who sucked on them shamelessly. Even though Rose was someone that—despite his immense capacity for kindness and forgiveness—Ash could bring himself to hate, in this moment Ash could only see him as his rightful master and begged him to make him cum again. Rose happily obliged.

After Ash came again, Rose stripped out of his suit. The man’s portly body belied a muscular physique, and underneath his belly fat there were powerful abdominal muscles. He was surprisingly fit, regularly engaging in aerobic and core-strengthening exercises. This fitness came in handy as he pulled the spent Ash in close by his legs, whispering into his ear, “You need a good fucking,” before shoving his cock in the boy’s ass and thrusting wildly. Broken moans escaped Ash’s lips as Rose fucked him senseless. The more Rose pounded into Ash’s ass, hitting his sweet, sensitive prostate, the more high-pitched Ash’s moans became, adopting a distinct, curious lilt announcing his pleasure. Ash’s cock flopped around in time with Rose’s thrusts. Rose picked up the pace while Ash panted, his body drenched in a mixture of sweat from both their bodies. Finally, Rose gave a few slow, measured thrusts before reaching climax and filling the boy’s hole with his hot cum.

Rose wasn’t quite ready to stop though. He ran his hands up Ash’s abs and squeezed the boy’s thick pecs, then teased the boy’s erect nipples, making him moan softly. He pulled out of Ash’s ass with a squelch, then leaned forward and placed his mouth on the boy’s soft cock. As Rose played with the boy’s nipples like they were joysticks for manipulating his cock, he ran his wet, slobbering tongue over and around the boy’s soft cock, relishing in the taste, appreciating the varied sensations as it grew in his mouth, stiffened, developed thick, tortuous veins, and moistened. These were all signs of virility and signaled to Rose to keep going. He needed all of Ash’s cum. After all, he had a right to it, didn’t he? He had a right to Ash’s body, his cock, and his cum, for the future of Galar. So he sucked the boy’s cock, and he sucked all of the cum out. He swallowed, part of him hoping he could taste Galar particles.

He could not.

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Preoccupied by a growing sense of despair and unease, Rose left Ash lying in the middle of the cold, hard floor of the Energy Plant core. The group of Impidimp who had grown accustomed to playing on Ash’s previously giant playground of a body scampered over curiously. Their playground was now just a normal-sized human. Useless.

Or was it?

The goblin-like Wily Pokémon noted the sleeping Ash’s sculpted body, his plump pecs, rippling abs, thick biceps and calves, tantalizing cock. Even relatively bite-sized, Ash’s body seemed fun. The Impidimp found themselves drooling. They surrounded Ash and started to lick him, big, flat, purple tongues caressing his bulging muscles, startling him awake. Ash yelped and tried to get up, only to find multiple hands groping him all over, squeezing his pecs, pinching his nipples, fondling his genitals. Anywhere there weren’t hands there were tongues. Ash struggled to throw them off of him, finding them considerably more formidable now that he was no longer a giant. One curious Impidimp discovered that by spreading apart Ash’s ass cheeks it could expose his hole, which it promptly explored with its tongue. Ash’s cock stiffened, inviting other Impidimp to lick it. One jealous Impidimp shoved the one rimming Ash’s ass off and took its place, but it decided that it wanted to fuck Ash instead and penetrated him with its unsheathed purple cock. Ash shouted, but his mouth was quickly gagged by another Impidimp’s cock. The Impidimp took turns molesting Ash’s body every which way, and there were so many that they kept Ash occupied for hours. After his mouth was finally freed for him to take a deep breath, even as the rest of his body was still being used, he found his vision obscured by a magenta and light green shape. One of the Impidimp had evolved into Morgrem. The Devious Pokémon had a larger cock, and it was standing in front of Ash’s face expectantly. Before Ash could protest, it shoved its cock into his mouth, forcing him to service it.

After all the Impidimp and Morgrem were satisfied, there was one Pokémon left. One which Ash knew very well by this point: Grimmsnarl.

The same Grimmsnarl that had so often bullied Ash and forced him into submission.

Although neither of them was gigantic anymore, nothing was really different. Ash knew what to expect. Grimmsnarl would wrestle him, put him into uncomfortable holds, wrap him up in its tentacle-like hairs, touch him and lick him all over, and fuck him. And Ash would let it happen, powerless to fight back. This time in front of a packed audience of its pre-evolutions. This time, after Ash had finally successfully knocked it out for once.

Ash clenched his teeth, anticipating the worst.

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Now that Ash was normal-sized again, Rose saw no reason to keep the boy isolated in the Energy Plant core. He brought Ash back to his living quarters. Knowing that he was still Rose’s slave, Ash asked his master for permission to take a shower. Rose waved his hand, allowing it.

Ash walked into the bathroom and locked the door. He breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he had a modicum of privacy. A moment to himself so he could think. He turned the knob and hot water sprayed out of the nozzle. He stepped into the steamy shower. A hot shower has never felt this good, he thought. He felt like all of his worries were sliding off his skin. He closed his eyes.

He didn’t hear the door unlock or the doorknob jiggle. He didn’t notice the naked figure walk in. And it was already too late when he felt the hot breath on his neck, the unwanted touch of his master who had slipped inside the shower behind him. A hand went over his mouth, preventing him from protesting aloud. Another hand touched tweaked his nipples, then fondled his balls, then fiddled around with his cock. Ash tensed up. He wanted to scream.

“Relax,” his master whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

The apparent kindness in Rose’s words made Ash soften just a bit, while his member hardened. He felt Rose’s fingers slip inside his mouth, beckoning him to suck on them. His cock twitched at his master’s expert touch. Whether he liked it or not, Ash was aroused.

As hot water trickled down Ash’s body, he realized Rose was only toying with his cock. If he wanted Rose to jerk him off for real, he had to ask.

He moaned out a weak, “P-please, master.”

“Huuuuuh?” Rose sang teasingly.

“Please,” Ash moaned, a little more determinedly. “I want to cum….”

“Oh?” Rose taunted, playing with Ash’s cock a little more purposefully. He lowered his other hand to Ash’s nipples. “You’re such a naughty slave. You fought against me so hard, kept me from achieving my dream…twice. Do you think you deserve to cum?”

Ash’s cock twitched at hearing his crimes laid out before him.

“Well? Do you?” Rose said, shifting his hand to Ash’s balls, which he squeezing against the ball of his palm, causing Ash to tense up and groan in discomfort.

“N-no!” Ash yelped.

“Hmm?”

“No, master!”

“That’s right, you naughty, naughty slave. You don’t deserve to cum. Not anymore. You’re going to have to earn that privilege. Now how should I punish you today?”

It was only partly a rhetorical question. While Rose already had something in mind, as he so often did, he also fully intended for Ash to participate in his own punishment. Now that his energy-producing endeavor to save Galar’s future was compromised, all of his efforts were focused solely on deriving pleasure from torturing his slave, and it was more meaningful if his slave contributed to his own atonement. The punishments were so constant, so relentless, that some part of Ash was starting to believe he might actually be deserving of them.

After their shower, Ash gave his master a full body massage, starting with Rose’s tired feet and working his way through the rest of the man’s portly body, culminating with a happy ending.

Later, Rose watched his slave get used by a random Pokémon. Rose kept a metal sounding rod in Ash’s cock during these sessions to keep him from accidentally cumming without permission. Inspired by how Ash looked with Melmetal’s hex nuts around his neck and cock and balls, Rose also got his slave a simple metal collar and cock ring. He joked that this made his slave look like one of his favored Steel-type Pokémon while he tugged on a metal chain lease, beckoning his slave to crawl on his hands and knees toward Rose’s cock which needed servicing.

Occasionally, Rose rewarded his slave by allowing him to see his Pikachu, Gengar, and Melmetal. The reunions were brief and tearful.

At night, Rose often slipped into his slave’s bed where he fondled the boy in his sleep.

When Rose decided it was time for his slave to cum, it had to be by his hand. Even after Rose realized for certain that Ash’s cum no longer contained any Dynamax energy, he continued to collect Ash’s cum, and Ash, who was edged all day and night, was all too eager to give it to him. They fell into something of a routine.

On some days, when Rose’s failures wore heaviest on his heart, he punished Ash by his own hand. He had his slave restrained and whipped him, instructing the boy to count the lashes out loud. Or, he planted the naked slave over his clothed knees and spanked him with an open palm. The sting of each lash and each spank should serve as a harsh reminder of Ash’s crimes against Galar, Rose said. On those days, Rose had Ash pleasure himself in front of his master after the punishment. While Ash was on his knees, playing with his nipples and asshole and edging his cock, bringing himself as close to climax as possible without tipping over, Rose sat with his legs crossed, watching with dry satisfaction. He had trained his slave well to obey him, to cum only by his hand, and to accept his fate.

If some part of Ash still wanted to escape, there was enough turmoil in his heart that kept him from acting on it. After all, wasn’t he now responsible for ensuring Galar’s eventual energy depletion, not once but twice? Or so Rose’s continuous reeducation would have him believe. Nevertheless, Ash decided that for now, he would endure.

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Ash’s good behavior had earned him certain privileges, such as being allowed into town. The threat of something happening to Ash’s captured Pokémon should he not return without incident was unspoken but ever present. As the days became shorter and colder, and Rose’s face became darker and more despondent, Ash decided he wanted to do something nice for his master. He went into town to find a gift shop.

Despite it being late into the morning, he was struggling to find a shop that was open. He wandered the winding city streets, bundled up against the bitter cold, boots sinking into deep snow, until he chanced upon a Christmas-themed shop. He suddenly recalled with incredulity that in fact, it was the morning of Christmas Eve, explaining why most shops were closed. Ash’s face lit up when he realized this one was still open.

He returned to Rose’s hideout shivering, speckled with snow dust, and proud of his haul. He stamped the snow off his boots and stripped down, grateful for how well-insulated the abandoned Energy Plant was.

The next morning, Ash woke up early to put on his outfit. He wore a red hat with a fuzzy white pom-pom and brim, a white fur-trimmed red jacket, snug red silk boxers which could scarcely contain his bulge, and tight red stockings. The jacket was open, revealing his tan pecs and abs underneath. He regretted not getting the black boots, realizing the floor was chillier than he had anticipated. He wiggled his toes around in the spandex as if to warm them.

Dressed like Santa Claus, Ash carried a tray of cookies and milk to his master’s room, hoping to surprise him, only Rose was not there. Confused, he searched the premises for his master, eventually discovering him standing in front of a large wooden pole in the living area.

“There you are!” Ash exclaimed.

“Hmm?” Rose turned. As he noticed what his slave was wearing, his face turned red.

“Here, this is for you,” Ash said, raising the tray. Once Rose took a cookie and the glass of milk, Ash put down the tray and rummaged through his pockets. “Uh…I have something else. Here!” Ash brandished a small gift-wrapped box.

“What is it?” Rose eyed the box curiously.

“A Christmas gift! Open it!”

Rose took the box which had a nice weight to it in his hands. Undoing the wrapping carefully so as not to tear it, Rose opened the box, revealing a small pewter ornament inside.

“Is this…,” he started.

“It’s the Lumiose City Prism Tower! I thought you might like it, since it’s always shining bright.“ Ash grinned, but his foot shifted nervously.

“Ah. I love it,” Rose said flatly, trying to hide how happy and warm it actually made him feel inside.

“I’m glad,” Ash said.

Rose pocketed the gift and approached his slave dressed like Santa. “And what’s this?” he said, running his fingers down the jacket’s white fur trim. “Another surprise?”

Ash looked down shyly. “Open it…,” he muttered, too quietly.

“What? Speak up.” Rose said, lifting Ash’s chin up.

“Open it!” Ash said a second time, this time too loud. He waited for the inevitable slap. Instead, he felt Rose’s palm lightly pat his cheek.

Rose’s other hand slipped inside Ash’s open jacket, caressing the boy’s muscles. The boy’s nipples were already perky, waiting expectantly for his master to play with them. Rose slipped his hand down Ash’s abs and into his silk boxers.

“Hmm, what’s this?”

Rose groped Ash’s shaft and felt something odd. He pulled the boy’s boxers down, discovering that Ash’s cock and balls were neatly wrapped in red satin ribbon. Precum dotted the ribbon in small dark spots.

“I see…,” Rose said knowingly.

Rose teased Ash’s glans with a fingertip, causing the boy to whimper. He gathered precum, then gently put his finger in Ash’s mouth to suck. As Ash suckled Rose’s finger, Rose lowered the boy to the floor, where he proceeded to fuck him sensuously at first, hands working all of Ash’s sensitive spots, then senselessly as lust overcame him. Periodically, Rose ate a cookie and drank some milk to recharge his strength. He licked any stray crumbs and drops of milk off Ash’s smooth, toned body.

After finishing inside Ash, Rose announced that he had a surprise for his slave too. For Christmas, Ash would get to be the tree. In his fucked senseless state, Ash didn’t know what to make of this and simply followed Rose’s instructions to strip naked and get on his knees in front of the wooden pole, arms raised above his head, mimicking the appearance of a pine tree. Rose grabbed silver and gold tinsel garland and green string lights and wrapped them around Ash tightly, binding him to the wooden pole. Ash stifled his discomfort. Rose continued to decorate Ash, grabbing a bunch of Poké Ball-inspired ornaments and hanging them off the string lights. Two special ornaments—small metal jingle bells—he clamped directly to Ash’s erect nipples. As a show of appreciation, he waved his weighty pewter Prism Tower ornament in front of Ash’s face and affixed it to a string around the boy’s balls. Once his Christmas tree decorating was done, he dimmed the overhead lights and plugged the string lights binding Ash into an outlet which was attached to a glass cage containing Ash’s Pikachu. He ordered the Pokémon to use Thunderbolt.

Electricity flowed through the string lights and Ash was lit up brilliantly. At the same time, some of the ornaments served as conduits, delivering tiny stimulating shocks to Ash’s nipples, cock, and balls. Ash’s soft moans filled the otherwise quiet room with a kind of melody. Rose sat cross-legged in front of his work of art, admiring it. He was gleeful.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered.

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Rose left his slave seated in front of the wooden pole, blindfolded with a Poké Ball gag in his mouth, a golden bell hanging from a collar around his neck, and a ribbed dildo inside his ass. He periodically received jolts which made the multicolored lights flash while stimulating a metal rod in his cock and the ornaments on his nipples, and which quite unexpectedly also made the dildo vibrate. Meanwhile, Rose was off to secure a package.

By the time Rose returned, Ash had leaked a puddle of precum on the floor. Normally, Rose would have the boy clean up his own mess, but the master was in a giving mood. He crouched forward, announcing his return to the blindfolded Ash by placing his cold lips over his slave’s drooling mouth and forcing his tongue inside. A bridge of saliva collapsed when they separated.

“I have a gift for you, slave,” Rose said in a low tone. Ash’s ears perked up. “Do you remember how much you enjoyed Falinks inside you?”

Ash thought back to the six-membered Pokémon rolling about in his ass, the feeling of fullness when they had plopped past his tight anal sphincter, and the feeling of relief as they had each plopped back out. He wasn’t sure if “enjoyed” was the right word, but his master was always right. He nodded.

“I was hoping you would. Perhaps this will feel familiar.” Rose opened the package and picked up a shiny metal ball, which was connected in series to another five balls by a silver thread. The balls clinked in his hands, a pleasant sound resounding through the room. “These are called anal beads,” Rose said, rolling them along Ash’s legs. He held them up next to Ash’s heavy balls and squeezed both as if to compare them. A moan escaped Ash’s gagged mouth.

Rose pulled the dildo out of Ash’s hole, which puckered needily. He brought forward a bucket filled with a thick white creamy lube. With a large baster, he pushed globs of the lube up Ash’s ass. Then, he dipped the steel anal beads into the bucket, glazing them in lube before pushing them past Ash’s anal sphincter slowly, each ball being sucked in as it stretched his hole. Rose paused in between balls, partly to allow his slave to get used to the sensation, and partly because it prolonged his slave’s discomfort. After the final ball entered Ash’s ass, he felt uncomfortably full. The balls pressed against his prostate, but they also pressed against his full bladder. The shocks delivered to his body kept him perpetually aroused, while the metal sounding rod in his cock kept him from cumming and pissing. Ash writhed in place, trying to find some sense of relief, but he was tied up tight. The only evidence that he could move at all was the ringing of the bell on his collar.

Rose teased his slave through the night, the anal beads being as much a gift for him as they were for Ash. In the morning, he finally removed the sounding rod. For a moment, there was nothing. Just silence, stillness, and anticipation. Then a flood of cum uncontrollably shot out of Ash’s musty cock, followed by squirts of piss. As Ash’s body trembled with waves of pleasure and relief, the golden bell rang sweetly. And as his body relaxed, so too did his anal sphincter, causing the steel balls to plop out of his ass and onto the hard floor with sharp clangs. Ash sighed.

“Thank you, master.”

Whether he truly meant it, Rose cared not.

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Ash’s hands and chest were pressed up against the wet glass door of the shower. Rose’s cock was sandwiched between the boy’s plump asscheeks, snug within the boy’s soft, warm hole. The ex-chairman thrusted inside Ash from behind, admiring the boy’s muscular back, while Ash’s reluctantly hard cock rubbed up and down the smooth glass. Each time Rose thrusted inside him, he was pushed up onto his toes, flattened against the glass. The larger man’s grunts were tired, and his fucking was sloppy. Steam enveloped them as hot water trickled down their bodies. Rose let out a long, low growl, his weight shifting onto the boy’s back. One hand traipsed down the boy’s abs to his hanging ball sack and gripped it firmly, causing the boy to tense up. Rose whispered into the boy’s ear, relax, hot breath masked by hot steam. You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine. Ash was almost used to this by now.

Rose rarely ever let him rest. After finishing inside the boy, cum dripping out of his used hole, Rose instructed him to clean up and join him in the living area. There, Rose had planted a dildo machine, standing upright in the middle of the floor like a defiant Diglett or a mutinous Morelull. Ash didn’t need to be told what to do. Wordlessly, he walked over to the machine and squatted over it, slowly lowering himself onto the dildo. As the head of the dildo penetrated his ass, he let out a moan. He reached down and pressed a button on the machine, turning it on. The dildo started to vibrate. He pressed another button, causing it to move up and down. Ash mimicked the movements, rising and falling with the dildo’s thrusts, moaning and panting all the while his tongue lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled to the top of his head. He didn’t want to admit it, but his hole was hungry for this kind of attention. Rose had trained him well. The master watched his slave with unquenched lust, licking his lips.

After some time, Rose retired to his bedroom. Ash turned off the machine and followed him, wondering if did something wrong. He found Rose lying on the bed, naked, with cock in hand. It was half erect. Ash climbed onto the bed and crawled toward Rose’s crotch. Like a good slave, he eagerly licked Rose’s chub, soon bringing it to full size. Grabbing Rose’s thick, throbbing member, Ash climbed on top of it, lowering himself onto it just as he had with the dildo. Rose grabbed onto Ash’s hips and lifted his pelvis, pushing deep into the boy. Ash gasped but didn’t lose a beat as he rode Rose’s cock, while Rose used the momentum to thrust deep inside Ash. Rose’s hands alternated between grasping Ash’s hips for support and tracing the boy’s fine muscles as Ash’s bubble butt bounced atop his cock. At times, he would teasingly pinch the boy’s nipples, as if he were grabbing the reins of a Mudsdale. Ash enjoyed the extra attention, and his soft, warm hole felt fuller with Rose’s cock inside it, even if he resented his situation. There was no love here, but at least when master and slave were like this, conjoined in base pleasure, there was a little less loneliness.

Ash picked up the pace as Rose’s cock squelched inside his ass. Rose caressed the boy’s firm ass and smacked it, as if to spur him on. Ash’s calves were burning, but he kept going. He wanted—or needed—Rose’s hot cum inside him. He needed to be filled so that he could release his own imprisoned cum, in part because Rose wouldn’t have it any other way, and in part because the feeling of being full was now sufficiently pleasurable to Ash to bring him to climax. Ash moaned, shamefully begging his master for release.

When Rose finally came again inside the boy, Ash instantaneously squirted his own cum all over Rose’s belly. Rose smirked, but with a firm hand he directed his slave to clean up the mess with his tongue. Ash dutifully obeyed.

And so, master and slave had fallen into something of a routine. Rose would use the boy to his own end, and Ash would find the smallest satisfaction in what he could. Little did Ash know that Rose had something more planned for him.

*   *   *

It was no secret that Rose loved Steel-type Pokémon, perhaps because it was the Steel-type Cufant, Rose’s first Pokémon, which had saved him in the coal mines when he was just a child. But Rose had a party of only five Steel-type Pokémon: the Cavalry Pokémon Escavalier, the Thorn Pod Pokémon Ferrothorn,  the Viking Pokémon Perrserker, the Gear Pokémon Klingklang, and of course, his partner, the Copperderm Pokémon Copperajah. He could do with one more. And he knew just the one.

His obedient slave Ash was hard at work cleaning the Hammerlocke Energy Plant’s makeshift living quarters. Rose was admiring his naked slave’s strong muscles in motion and imagined how much better they would look bulging underneath Melmetal’s liquid metal coating again….

“Come here,” he commanded.

Ash stopped in the middle of dusting a shelf, got down on all fours, and crawled toward his master. Rose laid a palm out, which Ash nuzzled appreciatively.

“I have another job for you.”

Ash looked up curiously. “Yes, master?”

“I want you to bond with Melmetal again.”

“Huh…?” Ash hesitated, unsure if he was going to be able to. He didn’t really know how the bonding worked to begin with. “Um…,” he said, staggered.

“Are you defying me?!” Rose raised his hand, as if to slap Ash.

“N-no, master! I’ll do my best!”

“Good.” Rose lowered his hand and smiled. “You’re going to become my next Steel-type Pokémon.”

Ash gulped. He was already Rose’s slave, what would it mean to be his Pokémon too?

*   *   *

The process was just as perplexing as Ash expected it would be. After initially trying to bond with his Melmetal by ramming into it over and over with nothing to show for it but bruises, Ash thought back to the times it worked in the past. There was some strange power he shared with his Pokémon when they were both filled with pleasure it seemed. Maybe it was more complicated than that, but it was a good place to start as any.

Ash prepped his Melmetal by massaging it in oil, buffing its body from gear to gear until his reflection in the metal showed clear. Melmetal tried to return the favor but underestimated its own strength. As it rubbed oil onto Ash with its fists, it accidentally pounded him, causing the boy to yelp in pain. They moved on to the next part. Melmetal suddenly felt shy and averted its gaze.

“Melmetal, I only want to do this if you want to do it too,” Ash said reassuringly.

Melmetal looked back at Ash. Its core hex nut felt exposed and vulnerable, but it knew it was safe with Ash. It invited him in.

Rose watched the two fuck each other silly. His virile slave certainly was skilled at penetrating Melmetal’s hex nut and its defenses, causing it to make loud metallic warbling noises like moans. Ash didn’t seem to be enjoying the act as much, however. Something was missing.

“Mmpf!” Ash grunted, panting and slowing down. “I’m sorry, master. It’s not working.”

“Oh? Giving up?” Rose sent out his Ferrothorn, who struck Ash’s back with its Power Whip. “Did I say you could give up?”

“No, master!” Ash shouted.

He quickened his pace, but still his movements felt hollow, and despite Melmetal’s sounds suggesting otherwise, he didn’t feel like he was truly connecting with it. I need to calm down. Think, what do I need to do to feel more connected with Melmetal? Ash racked his brain for an answer when it dawned on him. If I can’t feel more connected with Melmetal, maybe I’ll just be more connected with it!

Ash’s mind worked in mysterious ways.

“Melmetal, I need you to connect with me! Stick your tail…in my butt!”

Melmetal hesitated. Seeing no other choice, and not wanting to see its trainer get whipped again, it slowly moved its red, electrical cable-like tail to the entrance of Ash’s hole. It waited there for a moment before sliding in. Ash winced at first, but the deeper the tail went, the more he relaxed. It grazed the firm nub of his prostate and delivered small jolts to it, causing Ash to spasm with diffuse pleasure. Melmetal felt encouraged to slide its tail deeper, faster, harder, and each time Ash spasmed, it felt more connected with him. Ash let out a drawling moan, feeling like his body was melting into Melmetal’s.

Melmetal’s core hex nut rotated and vibrated around Ash’s cock, latching it in place. As Ash pleasured Melmetal, and Melmetal pleasured Ash, their bodies began to meld. Melmetal’s liquid metal body shimmered and expanded, slithering onto Ash and coating him in a silver sheen. The hex nut around Ash’s cock shrunk and tightened, returning to its role as a cock ring. The golden hex nut also returned to its role as a collar. Ash panted, on his hands and knees, realizing the bonding was complete.

Rose clapped, excited to meet his new Pokémon. “Let’s see how strong you are.” He ordered his Ferrothorn to whip Melmetal-Ash repeatedly. Ash grunted as he felt each blow, and while Ferrothorn’s Power Whip was powerful, Ash was still able to tank the hits. Surprised at Ash’s sturdiness, Ferrothorn wrapped its vine-like feelers around his arms and pulled him back, then ran the spiky metal disk on its third feeler to assault his bulging crotch. Ash felt the feeler dig into and knead his soft metal coating, but he felt more pleasure than pain. Ferrothorn pulled Ash even closer, and it slowly rotated its body in place against his back. It was using Gyro Ball. Ash felt his cock throb underneath Melmetal’s glaze. He didn’t know being a Steel-type could feel so good.

“Hmm,” Rose thought aloud. “You can take more.” He sent out his Klinklang.

The Gear Pokémon approached Ash and spun its horizontal gear in place, using Gear Grind to try to penetrate Ash’s defenses. It felt uncomfortable, but still Ash was able to endure. With Ferrothorn and Klinklang both physically stimulating him, he desperately wanted to cum, but he wasn’t sure how to with the liquid metal covering his cock. He sank to his knees.

Rose ordered Klinklang to try harder; he really wanted to see what Melmetal-Ash’s limits were. Klinklang spun faster and faster, producing a Wild Charge of electric sparks, which it smashed into Ash’s body. Initially the electricity scattered across the surface of his metal body, but as Klinklang’s output increased, all at once Ash felt the shock flood his body, electrically stimulating his erogenous zones. The liquid metal armor seemed to wobble without separating. Ash’s stiff cock was full and begging to cum. The metal coating held fast, but it seemed to be a little more pliable. A nub appeared at the tip of Ash’s cock. Unable to hold back any longer, Ash climaxed, blowing his load into the nub as if filling a condom. Metal quickly surrounded the expelled cum, encapsulating it and breaking off from Ash’s glans. The newly formed perfectly spherical metal ball fell to the floor with a clink. It rolled for a moment before reshaping into a brand new Meltan which, surprised at its own existence, examined its body, then ran off, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

Rose approached his slave who was panting in exhaustion, held up only by Ferrothorn’s feelers. Rose brandished a long metal chain and attached it to Ash’s hex nut collar. He recalled his Pokémon, leaving Ash to drop to the floor at Rose’s feet. Rose tugged his new Steel-type pet’s leash in fascination and smirked.

“So you can cum after all…interesting…. Perhaps there’s even a use for it.” He ran his fingers along his slave’s silver skin, causing Ash to shiver. “And your body is more sensitive than I thought. I’ll have to discover its limits….”

*   *   *

Rose brought his pet to a secluded part of the Wild Area. Since Ash was no longer giant, there was no reason for them to stay cooped up in the Energy Plant. In this lush, grassy field adorned with rivulets of flowing water, steep rocky crags, and a cool breeze in the air, Ash felt relaxed and ready for whatever special training his master had in mind for him. Under the brilliant sun, Ash’s metal coating sparkled, accentuating his well-developed muscles. Eyeing the boy’s shiny pecs, abs, biceps, calves, and glutes, Rose could scarcely keep his hands to himself. He gave in to his impulse to squeeze the boy’s glutes, then reminded himself that that wasn’t why they were here. He unclasped Ash’s leash.

“Play,” he commanded.

While Ash made a convincingly eager slave, at heart he still resented Rose’s mastery over him. For a moment, he pondered if he should use this opportunity to escape, before he remembered with dismay that Rose still had his Pokémon hostage. He wasn’t sure exactly what Rose meant by “play,” but Ash couldn’t risk disobeying him. He ran around the field, splashed in a stream, and climbed to the top of a crag, unintentionally showing off his lustrous muscles which drew the attention of a pair of large Corviknight. Towering over Ash, their large frames bathed him in shadow. As they landed, they shrieked.

“Ahh!” Ash yelled in surprise, toppling over.

The Corviknight hopped over to their shiny target and prodded Ash with their feet.

“Hey, cut it out!” Ash shouted in vain.

The Corviknight were compelled by Ash’s luster though and fought to be the one to take him home. They grabbed Ash’s limbs and tugged him every which way. Ash grew irritated. With newfound strength borrowed from Melmetal, he broke free of Corviknight’s talons and punched the Raven Pokémon square in the breast, causing it to stagger. Using the momentum, he grabbed the other Corviknight and spun around, flinging it into the air. Having learned their lesson, the Corviknight squawked and flew away.

“Excellent,” Rose remarked.

He beckoned Ash to return to him, then called out each of his Pokémon to challenge Ash to a battle. Escavalier caught Ash by surprise, charging directly into him, but Ash made quick work of it after studying its movements. Perrserker posed more of a challenge. The two were embroiled in a fierce wrestling match. Luckily, Ash’s armor protected him from the brunt of Perrserker’s tough claw attacks, but its harsh screeches slowly wore down his defenses, making him more susceptible to being manhandled. Still, Ash was able to prevail with sheer force of will and a well-timed one-two punch inspired by Melmetal’s Double Iron Bash. Klinklang had sturdier defenses and troublesome Electric-type attacks, which Ash countered by grounding himself in the dirt, but not before being electrically stimulated to the point of getting an inopportune erection. Ash defeated Klinklang, but his tumescence distracted him during his next battle with Ferrothorn who punished the transgression. Ferrothorn callously whipped the boy into submission, then wrapped him up in its vine-like feelers, squeezing him and teasingly stroking his hard crotch. Ash struggled pathetically in front of Rose who clicked his tongue in abject disappointment. As Ferrothorn’s feelers squeezed Ash tight and doggedly tempted the cum out of his silver cock, Ash shut his eyes, trying his best not to succumb. His muscles were sore from struggling to break free. He tried to relax, recalling how he had trained Riolu to overcome Bea’s Grapploct’s powerful grip by tracing the movement of its tentacles. Ash focused. Then, spotting a weak point in Ferrothorn’s feelers where they seemed less tense, he directed his body to jerk in its direction. Surprised, Ferrothorn was unable to steel itself as Ash crashed into the ground, freeing himself from the feelers. His cock was throbbing, but he stifled his arousal and launched himself at Ferrothorn, dexterously grabbing its feelers and spinning the Thorn Pod Pokémon around and around in a circle. Just as he was about to fling it into the sky, Rose recalled it, leaving Ash spinning around in a daze before falling to the ground.

Last up was Rose’s beloved Copperajah. Ash was already tiring by now, but Rose needed more data. He needed to know precisely what his slave’s limits were in this form. Ash put up a decent fight, valiantly trading blows with the large Copperderm Pokémon, but it eventually overwhelmed him, tossing the boy’s body around like a rag doll, stepping on him, and generally disrespecting him before dropping him at Rose’s feet unceremoniously. Rose stepped on the boy’s crotch with a polished leather shoe, noting Ash’s hard cock underfoot. Ash groaned wearily, but his cock twitched in anticipation. Rose stepped harder, digging into Ash’s cock with his leather sole and causing him to squirm. Then he gently tapped Ash’s silver balls, as if to confirm they were there, before delivering a remorseless kick to them and causing Ash to cry out. Rose scoffed at the boy’s pain, taunting him for his weakness. All at once he released the rest of his Pokémon.

Rose’s five Steel-type Pokémon surrounded the helpless boy lying pitifully on the ground. Rose stepped back and watched as they proceeded to brutalize the boy, channeling all the contempt Rose held for the world, for the path his life had led him, and for the boy who had thwarted his best laid plans, into a vicious assault. Ferrothorn slammed its vine-like feelers down on Ash’s wrists, restraining him in place. Klinklang whirred above his head, gears spinning hypnotically as they whined unsettlingly in his ears, putting Ash in an uncomfortably relaxed state. Perrserker pounced on Ash first. It forced Ash’s legs apart and, grinning, penetrated the boy. Ash winced as he felt a sharp pain in his hole from Perrserker’s barbed steel cock. Luckily, Ash’s liquid metal coating protected him from any severe damage, but he could still feel the barbs scraping uncomfortably inside him. He wanted to trash about, but Ferrothorn held him firmly, and Klinklang’s incessant droning made him feel weak and unsteady, as if the slightest movement would make him sink into a dark abyss. Perrserker huffed as it continued to fuck Ash. Escavalier nudged the Viking Pokémon impatiently, but Perrserker gave a nasty snarl before its mouth returned to its perpetually snarky grin. It turned its attention back to Ash. Slowing down, Perrserker’s thrusts became more impactful. A growl escaped its mouth. Ash braced himself as Perrserker’s barbed cock seemed to expand inside his hole. He gasped, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. With a piercing cry, Perrserker exploded inside Ash, filling him with cum. Perrserker pulled out, stray cum dripping from its cock, gloating in its afterglow. It tagged Escavalier in.

Escavalier spun around erratically, revving itself up. It raised one of its arms resembling jousting lances, its red-striped steel tip glinting in the sunlight. With nary a hesitation, Escavalier thrusted the tip of its lance arm into Ash’s hole, causing Ash to scream. Escavalier probed Ash’s hole further, as if tinkering with a lockpick. Ash squirmed, unable to stop the violation. Once it found Ash’s prostate, Escavalier’s lance arm started to spin, repeatedly stimulating the sensitive organ. Ash was panting, and his body grew hot as the drilling intensified. Beads of sweat adorned his shiny metal body. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. Escavalier took the guttural sounds of pain and pleasure coming from Ash as an invitation and pulled its lance arm out, only to replace it with its unsheathed phallus. Usually hidden underneath its hard shell, Escavalier’s phallus was a rare sight, and Ash barely caught a glimpse when he opened his eyes in curiosity after he felt Escavalier’s arm withdraw. The phallus was black like Escavalier’s face and limbs, and its mushroom head was bright red. Ash wasn’t able to visually gauge its size before it disappeared inside his hole, but he could feel it. Oh, he could feel it. It seemed that this particular Escavalier’s phallus was particularly prominent, and preparing Ash’s hole by drilling into it with its lance arm was an act of kindness. Otherwise, Ash’s hole might have been torn asunder. Escavalier stuck its lance arms into the ground beside Ash, using them to swing back and forth. Ash clenched his teeth as the Cavalry Pokémon pounded into him. Over his head, Klinklang continued to whiz and whir. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Noticing Ash’s mind drifting, Klinklang delivered a powerful jolt of electricity to Ash’s body, forcibly bringing his attention back to his predicament.

Escavalier finished inside Ash with a slam, then slowly pulled out. Hot cum oozed out of Ash’s sore hole. Ash was grateful for the few seconds of respite before he heard a loud trumpeting. It was Copperajah. Ash’s eyes widened as he understood its meaning.

"No, no, master, please…I can’t! It’s too big!” Ash begged, tears flowing down his face. He looked toward Rose who silently licked his lips.

Ferrothorn flipped the boy over, locking him in place on his hands and knees. Its third feeler slammed down on Ash’s back, causing him to arch back and raise his ass into the air.

“Please…,” Ash continued to beg.

A giant shadow enshrouded Ash as Copperajah loomed over the boy. Sobbing, Ash felt the first sign of Copperajah’s enormous member prod at his hole. It was a shiny, untarnished copper and as large as Ash feared. It was a small mercy that Perrserker and Escavalier’s efforts had stretched him out a little. As Copperajah’s cock entered him, copper forcefully opening a path between silver cheeks, Ash cried out in pain. He prayed Melmetal’s liquid metal coating would keep protecting him, but it couldn’t prevent Copperajah’s massive cock from filling his insides, causing his stomach to bulge and making it hard for him to breathe. The pressure on his bladder caused him to empty himself uncontrollably. Ash was starting to see stars, but Klinklang noticed right away, shocking him back to his senses. Copperajah’s trunk slammed down on Ash’s head, pressing it into the dirt. The Pokémon pushed itself deeper into Ash’s hole, and after each thrust, Ash gasped for air. Every time he was close to losing consciousness, Klinklang shocked him awake. The cycle repeated, thrusts and air and gasps and shocks, relentless and unyielding. Did he deserve this punishment? Did he…?

Ash lost all sense of time. He wasn’t sure how long the torment continued. At some point he felt something warm and liquid flood his insides, stretching them to the point he felt nauseous, as if he could burst into a million little pieces. Copperajah’s overflowing cum slowly oozed out of his hole. He thought Copperajah’s massive cock might have been replaced by another smaller one, and then another one, and then one that felt less phallic and more like a bulb at the end of a vine. If his mental faculties were intact, he might have surmised that Rose’s Pokémon were taking turns using his body for their enjoyment. But drifting in and out of consciousness, Ash was only aware of one thing: the moment the incessant whirring in his ears finally stopped.

*   *   *

He awoke to Rose caressing his face. They were in Rose’s bed. Ash felt strangely fresh, as if his insides were thoroughly cleansed and his metal coating polished. A deep emptiness was the only physical reminder of what he had endured in the Wild Area. As Rose’s other hand traced down Ash’s abs, Ash flinched.

“Relax, boy,” Rose whispered in the boy’s ear. “You were wonderful.” Rose stuck his tongue inside Ash’s ear and licked. “So strong…,” he continued, grasping Ash’s soft cock. “Able to withstand everything my Pokémon threw at you…truly remarkable.” Rose fiddled with Ash’s chub until it grew. Ash hated how his tumescence betrayed him, but he was already starting to feel aroused, and he wanted his master to take care of him.

“Master…,” Ash quietly moaned, moving his hips.

“Shh…you’ve earned a reward. A release.”

Rose slowly stroked Ash’s cock. The technique needed to be modified given the liquid metal coating, with certain maneuvers, rubs, and rotations more likely to transmit physical stimulation. It was like using the direction of the fine lines on a metal plate to determine which way to brush a coat of paint, and Rose had learned the optimal way to buff Ash’s cock to make the boy squirm in ecstasy. Rose teased Ash’s cock until it stood at attention, teetering under its own weight. Rose abruptly stopped. The ex-president moved to the other side of the bed. Ash noticed for the first time that his master was fully undressed and had spread his legs, baring his hole.

“Come here,” Rose said. “You’re going to fill me with your metal seed.”

“Yes, master.” As if his body were a puppet willed to life by string, Ash obediently moved toward his master. His throbbing cock was eager to fulfill his master’s desire.

“Good boy, come inside me,” Rose beckoned.

Ash slipped his metal cock inside Rose, who anticipated its odd texture but still winced in surprise. Ash paused, unsure if he was going to get punished.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Rose barked.

Ash swallowed and continued, pushing his cock deeper into his master. Rose moaned, and Ash noted that despite everything his master had put him through, there was still a satisfaction to hearing his sounds of pleasure. Ash picked up his speed, rocking back and forth inside Rose, who moved his hips in time with his slave. Rose’s hole was tight and unsullied. Soon enough, Ash climaxed inside his master, releasing a glob of metal cum which rematerialized into an orb, then a hex nut, then both, birthing a new Meltan. But unable to go anywhere else with Ash’s cock plugging its exit, Meltan disappeared further inside Rose, who felt a strange, tingling sensation as the Pokémon melted into him.

“Yes!” Rose exclaimed passionately. “Keep going, keep filling me with your cum!”

Ash obeyed his master, doing his best to keep up with the demands. With each orgasm, Rose’s skin seemed to acquire a metallic sheen. When Ash started to falter, Rose would find ways to motivate him, either through the prospect of pain—the thought of being Copperajah’s onahole again terrified Ash—or pleasure or both. Ash knew he belonged to Rose, and there was nothing he could do about it now, so he kept pumping his master full of his metal seed until Rose was finally satisfied, and satisfyingly copper.

Newly minted, Rose tested his copper body’s strength on Ash, pummeling and wrestling the silver boy. Even though Ash was strong, he let Rose have his way with him for fear of the consequences if he didn’t. Even still, Rose’s newfound strength was awesome. For the first time since his great fall, since losing his company and his dreams, Rose felt powerful.

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“Ash…Ash….”

“Pika…chu?”

“Ash!”

Ash startled awake. He thought he heard someone familiar…someone coming to save him? But there was no one else in his room. He was all alone in his bed, lying on sheets drenched in sweat. Still, a welcome solitude given what he had become used to.

While Ash’s transformation had worn off by now—his reconstituted Melmetal joining Pikachu and Gengar in their jail—Rose’s was just beginning, and unlike Ash’s, it was not purely physical. Whether it was the metal or the newfound power that was seeping into his brain, Rose became different. Where he had always been driven—often at the expense of others and especially Ash—now he was callous, even cruel. As if to make sure that Ash knew his place as Rose’s slave, his bitch, the metallomaniac forced the boy to comply with strict, almost impossible demands, which any lesser trainer would most certainly have failed to meet. But Ash had a strong heart, and his love for his Pokémon kept him going, fueling Heracrossean feats.

Ash’s daily tasks included waiting on Rose hand and foot, preparing and serving fresh food and drinks, massaging and buffing his master’s shiny copper body, and cleaning the quarters. Periodically throughout the day, Ash was expected to “train” his body with Rose’s Pokémon, which at times involved intense workouts but often devolved into Pokémon battles where Ash played the punching bag. At all other times when Ash wasn’t given specific orders to follow, he was expected to keep himself stimulated. By now Ash was trained well, and he could be found variously playing with his hole with his fingers, toys, or the aid of Rose’s Pokémon. Indeed, from the moment Ash woke up, if he wasn’t tasked with serving Rose in some other way, he was stimulating himself, fingering himself while lying on his back with legs outstretched, or squatting up and down on a motorized dildo, or letting Rose’s Pokémon ravage his hole, whether it was Grimmsnarl and its mob of Impidimp and Morgrem gangbanging him, or Hatterene invading his hole with its electrifying tendrils, or Mr. Rime shoving its icy cane into his ass, or any of Rose’s other Pokémon playing their part in keeping Ash on edge. Throughout all of this, Ash was forbidden from cumming, to which end Rose made sure to stuff a metal sounding rod down Ash’s urethra, plugging it to prevent any accidental orgasms. Ash was expected to edge his cock, play with his nipples, tease his hole, and always keep himself on the precipice of orgasm without ever letting himself actually succumb to it. To be certain Ash didn’t sneak an orgasm when Rose wasn’t looking, Rose kept his slave under constant video surveillance. And to further humiliate the boy, at times Rose would make him do this in front of his imprisoned Pokémon, who could only watch with consternation.

Meanwhile, the ex-chairman spent the daylight hours feverishly working on tracking the missing Eternatus. Even after all he had been through, a childhood lost to the mines, the tireless years afterward building his company from nothing but the clothes on his back and a dream into the largest conglomerate in all Galar, and losing it all in the blink of an eye, now being on the run for simply believing in a future that didn’t have to rely on coal and other fossil fuels, all thanks to this pesky kid and the ungrateful protégé he had brainwashed, even after all that, Rose still believed in redemption. He believed in Eternatus. Nothing would ever get in his way again. Certainly not the pitiful World Champion fingering himself lasciviously on the big screen, eyes glazed over from uncontrollable and unsatiated lust. Rose felt nothing but contempt for the boy. He had given so many chances, so many opportunities for Ash to join him in creating a better world, but the boy was selfish. He had nothing but inconsequential dreams of becoming a “Pokémon Master”—whatever that meant—on his mind. He needed to be humbled. Trained. Reborn. Then, and only then, would Rose consider extending another offer to the boy to help him change the world. But now, it was time for Rose to visit his slave and evaluate his progress.

When Ash spotted Rose approaching, he stopped fingering himself and excitedly crawled over to his master.

“Master, can I see my Pokémon?”

Rose slapped the boy across the face without an ounce of mercy, leaving a faint red mark on his cheek.

“Ah…I-I’m sorry…,” Ash said dejectedly.

“And why are you sorry?”

Ash looked up. Robotically, he recited, “A good slave must only speak when spoken to.”

“Oh? Have you been a good slave?” Rose responded, extending his fingers toward Ash.

Ash took Rose’s thick, coppery fingers in his mouth, suckling them hungrily. In a muffled voice, he said, “No, master. I can be better.”

“Who instructed you to stop fingering yourself?” Rose pulled his saliva-coated fingers away and slapped Ash across the face again.

Ash whimpered as he lay back on the floor, spread his legs, and put his fingers back in his hole. Rose watched his pitiful slave whimper and moan beneath him. Struck by a flash of annoyance, Rose stepped on the boy’s hard cock, moist from all the precum that had leaked out. Underfoot, Rose could feel the length of the metal sounding rod vibrating as Ash’s cock throbbed. Ash panted, his body hypersensitive to any touch, no matter how callous, after having edged all day.

“Have you sufficiently prepared your hole for me?”

“Yes, master!” Ash shouted. He was extremely uncomfortable and wanted Rose to let him cum already. The only way was to usher Rose through the next part of his routine as quickly as possible.

But Rose was too clever, and even more cruel, and instead stepped on Ash’s cock harder. “Unnng!” Ash groaned. After making Ash writhe underfoot for an unbearable minute, Rose removed his foot.

“Stand up.”

Ash obeyed, slowly rising to his feet.

“Straight!”

Ash stood up straight, arms at his sides, cock standing at attention but weighed down slightly with the sounding rod peeking out.

Rose brought a curled finger to Ash’s face and caressed down the boy’s rosy cheek. Ash shuddered. Rose’s finger continued down the boy’s big, round chest to his nipple. It was barely a touch, barely even a graze, but whatever van der Waals force occurred between Rose’s finger and Ash’s erect nipple, it was enough to send electric jolts through the boy’s hypersensitive body, causing him to spasm involuntarily. Rose continued tracing down the boy’s body until landing at the tip of his plugged cock. Rose tapped on the sounding rod indelicately, sending vibrations down Ash’s urethra to where the rod touched his prostate. Ash froze, feeling pressure building up inside his bladder. Rose grasped the end of the sounding rod between his fingertips and moved it up and down, causing Ash to moan in a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

“If I remove this, will you be able to restrain yourself?”

Ash shook his head frantically. While he wanted desperately to find release, he also knew that Rose wouldn’t let him have it so easily, and if he couldn’t hold back his orgasm until Rose gave permission, he would be facing a brutal punishment.

Rose’s fingers traced the grooves of Ash’s abs, back up to his hard nipples, which Rose caressed as he leaned in to extract a kiss from his slave’s mouth. Ash struggled to contain his disgust, fearing the consequences. Clenching his eyes shut, he opened his mouth and met Rose’s fat tongue halfway. Rose’s expert finger-work made Ash involuntarily moan into his master’s mouth. One of Rose’s hands dropped down to clutch Ash’s balls, causing the boy to moan louder and deeper as he fell forward into Rose’s thick, coppery frame.

Rose lowered Ash to the ground and gruffly spread the boy’s legs apart. “Let’s see how well you’ve done today.” Rose fingered the boy’s hole with abandon, testing its limits. Satisfied, he shoved his copper cock into Ash’s hole. Ash had been anticipating this, and his hole was well-prepared from the day’s activities, and yet accepting Rose’s girthy cock always felt like an undue challenge. Ash wriggled to get into a more comfortable position, but Rose grasped the boy’s spread legs and propelled himself inside and out of the boy’s anus with an abject fury. Ash’s moans wobbled and warbled in time with Rose’s thrusts. Ash silently begged for it to end, even as his cock waved, pricking up in anticipation of release.

Rose came inside Ash soon enough, filling the boy’s well-worn hole with oodles of cum. He remained inside Ash as he pulled the sounding rod out of Ash’s desperate cock, excruciatingly slowly. As the rod neared its complete exit, a mixture of semen and urine started to sputter out, and as soon as the rod was completely removed, Ash squirted uncontrollably all over himself, soaking his face and body in his own waste.

Rose laughed menacingly as feeble cries could be heard from behind them. The debased boy looked weakly over his shoulder, only to see his concerned Pokémon looking back at him. Ash shut his eyes in shame. Still inside him, Rose grabbed the boy’s throat and squeezed.

“Open your eyes!” Rose shouted maniacally. “Didn’t you beg me to see your Pokémon? There they are, look!”

While Ash forced his eyes open to obey his master, Rose started to thrust inside the boy again. With each thrust, as Rose’s cock slammed against Ash’s prostate and bladder, more fluid sputtered out. Ash held out for as long as he could before succumbing to sheer mental and physical exhaustion.

*   *   *

“Ash…Ash….”

When Ash awoke this time, he was expecting to find Rose’s malicious hands fondling him as usual, not the former World Champion holding him in his arms. Ash froze, still in a dream-like haze, and not wanting to do anything to upset his master.

“Oh Ash…I found you. I finally found you. Is this where you’ve been all this time?” The man squeezed the boy tight. By habit, Ash went limp, expecting next to be punished in some way.

“Ash…it’s me, Leon.”

Ash blinked. “Leon…?” Ash let the name roll off his tongue, as if he was learning it for the first time. Then, his eyes sparkled with recognition. “Leon? Leon!”

“Ash!”

“Wh-what are you doing here? How did you find me?”

“I’ve been looking for you all over. I guess I didn’t do a great job…I’m not really sure how I found this place. I got lost and then kind of just found myself here. But that doesn’t matter now. Are you okay? Where’s Pikachu?”

“Pikachu! I have to save Pikachu and Gengar and Melmetal. Leon, let’s go!”

“Hold on a second, Ash! Where are your clothes?”

“Huh?” Ash realized he hadn’t been allowed to wear any clothes in a long time, but it didn’t quite bother him now. “There’s no time, I have to get to my Pokémon now!” He jumped out of the bed and ran toward the makeshift jail. Leon raced after him, remarking to himself how he’d never noticed how toned Ash was, how nice the boy’s ass looked…and how much he just wanted to protect him. He saw the red marks too.

Following Ash’s lead through unlit corridors, Leon almost collided into Ash before skidding to a stop. They found the jail. And Ash’s Pokémon were nowhere to be seen.

“No…,” Ash said, clenching his fists. “Pikachu!!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “Gengar! Melmetal! Where are you?!” Exasperated and running out of breath, he cried out, “Master! Please, tell me where my Pokémon are!”

Master? Leon was confused. “Ash, why are you here? Who are you calling master?”

Ash turned to Leon. His eyes were welling up with tears. “Master…my master is…,” Ash choked.

Sensing this was a difficult topic to broach right now, Leon called out instead, “Pikachu!”

The two trainers searched the Energy Plant for any signs of Ash’s Pokémon, but there were no signs of any other life, Pokémon or human. The Energy Plant was as abandoned as the day Ash was first brought there. Even the large vats of Dynamax energy-infused cum that Rose had amassed were nowhere to be seen.

“Don’t worry Ash, we’ll find them,” Leon said confidently as he draped his fur-lined red cape over Ash’s shoulders. Ash hadn’t realized he was shivering.

Steeling himself, Ash looked up at Leon and said softly but with determination, “It was Rose.”

Confusion flashed across Leon’s face before morphing into an icy resolve. He mouthed his former mentor’s name. “Ash, let’s get you somewhere safe. There’s a Pokémon Center not far from here. Charizard can take you there. I’m going to find Rose and bring him to justice.”

“I’m going with you,” Ash said matter-of-factly.

Leon seemed about to object, but he knew this side of Ash too well. “Alright, then let’s go. Just remember to hang on tight!”

After sending Charizard out, Leon and Ash rode atop the Flame Pokémon as it soared up and out of the defunct Energy Plant.

*   *   *

For hours, Leon and Ash searched the Wild Area for Rose, but without a clue, they were out of luck. Night was falling, and Leon suggested they stop to rest. Ash protested without a second thought, “No! I have to save them, my Pokémon…Pikachu….”

“Ash, I know how you feel, but we’re not making any progress like this, and we’ll make even less now that the sun is down.”

Ash gritted his teeth, knowing what Leon said was true. And yet….

Ash looked up at the bright moon, the same moon he imagined Pikachu was looking at right now. He shut his eyes. No, he didn’t imagine Pikachu was staring at the moon. He knew it. That’s right, he knew Pikachu was looking at this moon, and he knew where to find it. He didn’t know how, but he knew it all the same.

“Leon!”

“Ash?”

“Let’s fly in that direction.” When Leon looked at him hesitantly, Ash continued, confidently, “I know where Pikachu is. Trust me.”

Leon nodded. His Charizard flew west toward the Lake of Outrage. As the three of them flew over the lake, approaching the landmass on the other side, they could see large stones jutting out of the ground in a circular formation. At the center of the stone circle was a small figure gleaming in the moonlight.

“There!” Ash cried.

Charizard descended, wind streaming underneath its powerful wings and blowing through its passengers, chilling Ash to his core. He held on to Leon tightly, determined to see his Pokémon again. With an earth-shattering crash, the Flame Pokémon landed on the ground. Ash let go of Leon and jumped off first, with Leon’s cape—his sole article of covering—billowing brazenly behind him before draping itself over him again. Leon followed suit.

“Where’s Pikachu?!” Ash yelled at the golden figure who revealed himself to be none other than the man they were looking for, ex-chairman Rose.

Rose laughed haughtily. “I knew you would come.”

Ash angrily took a step closer.

“Wait, Ash! I don’t trust him,” Leon called out. “This could be a trap.”

“That’s right, I planned this,” Rose said. “I knew you would come looking for your precious Pokémon, and I was right! Your special bond, your aura, lead you right to me. What a good slave you’ve become. Even when you’re not trying to, you obey me. Now, you’ve kept me waiting long enough. Come here, come to your master,” Rose beckoned, tapping his leg.

Ash hesitated for a moment before realizing Rose was right. Rose was his master, and the megalomaniac held all the cards. If he were to disobey now, who knew what would happen to Pikachu and the rest of his Pokémon, not to mention the punishment that would be in store for him. Yes, it was best to follow Rose’s orders and return to his side.

The broken boy trudged robotically over to Rose’s side and fell to his knees, clinging to his master’s leg. Leon was aghast.

“Ash…why…?”

“Do you see now, Leon? This could have been you! You could have stayed by my side…you should have…!” Rose clenched his fist, grabbing a fistful of Ash’s hair in the process. Leon’s cape slipped off Ash’s bare shoulders, exposing the naked boy to the elements. Rose shoved Ash’s head into his crotch, where Ash instinctively started to lick. As Rose’s golden cock grew to full size, Ash took its entire length in his mouth and sucked.

Leon grimaced. Who was this battered boy in front of him? Not the World Champion. Not even a shell of his former self. He was barely recognizable…only Leon did recognize something in him, something that struck too close to home.

“Don’t worry about him,” Rose taunted. “He’s happy here, happy to serve me. And his next act of service—after I’ve trounced you, that is—will be to locate Eternatus for me using his special power.”

Rose tossed two Poké Balls in front of him, revealing Escavalier and Ferrothorn, ready for battle.

“I’m not going to let you! Hang on, Ash, I’m going to defeat Rose and save you!” Clutching his Poké Balls, Leon exclaimed, “Let’s have a champion time!”

Leon threw a Poké Ball into the air, which clicked open with a burst of light to reveal a Dragon-type Pokémon with a triangular, wing-shaped head floating in mid-air.

“Let’s go, Charizard, Dragapult! Use Air Slash! Dragon Rush!”

Charizard leaped into the air, flapping its wings and producing powerful currents of air aimed at the opposing Pokémon. Dragapult flew through the currents, using them to boost its speed as it conjured draconic energy around its body.

“Escavalier, Swords Dance! Ferrothorn, use Curse!”

Escavalier deftly dodged the sharp currents of air, disappearing and reappearing in safe pockets where it focused on increasing its attack power. Ferrothorn hunkered down, easily brushing off Charizard’s Air Slash. Dragapult collided into the mighty Thorn Pod Pokémon, who grabbed it with its steel-tipped vines, restraining the Stealth Pokémon against its spiky body.

“Good, Ferrothorn. Use Gyro Ball!”

Ferrothorn’s body revved up and spun in place, damaging Dragapult who struggled to break free.

“Hang in there, Dragapult! Charizard, Fire Blast!”

Charizard breathed in deep, then let loose a five-pronged steam of fire at Ferrothorn.

“Escavalier, time for your Iron Head!”

Escavalier hastily zigzagged toward Charizard, evading Fire Blast’s attack radius and slamming into the Flame Pokémon. Charizard grunted and stumbled back.

“Charizard, Ancient Power!”

Charizard drew up heavy rocks from the field and unleashed them at Escavalier and Ferrothorn. While Ferrothorn tanked the hit, Escavalier dodged nimbly. The attack did nothing. But Leon wasn’t expecting it to. He knew that despite being at a type disadvantage, Rose’s Pokémon were not to be taken lightly with their buffs. He had to buff his own Pokémon up too. Charizard glowed as its power grew.

Meanwhile, Dragapult was finished, having taken too many direct hits from Ferrothorn’s Gyro Ball. Leon recalled the fainted Pokémon.

“Good job, Dragapult. It’s your turn, Rillaboom.” Rillaboom appeared from its Poké Ball, roaring proudly and beating its drum. “You got the right idea, friend. Drum Beating!”

Roots spread out from Rillaboom’s drum, flailing about haphazardly. At last, one caught the speedy Escavalier, gripping it tightly and preventing it from fleeing. Charizard used the opportunity to aim a well-timed Fire Blast, incinerating the Cavalry Pokémon. At the same time, Ferrothorn climbed up one of the large stones encircling the battlers. While Charizard was distracted with its victory, Ferrothorn launched down, slamming into it with a direct Body Press. Rose recalled Escavalier and sent Perrserker out instead, who clashed in hand-to-hand combat with Rillaboom.

Meanwhile, Rose kept one hand over Ash’s head, enjoying the feel of the boy’s moist mouth around his heavy cock. Ash could hear the Pokémon fighting behind him, but his thoughts were solely of pleasuring his master. His own cock was hard and dripping with precum, so conditioned was he to servitude.

Rose called out to Leon. “Tsk! I had such high hopes for you, Leon. I thought we were kindred spirits, you and I. I treated you like a son!”

Leon remembered. After receiving Rose’s sponsorship, he was constantly battling, constantly on show, constantly having to prove himself. He rarely had a moment to himself to actually enjoy his childhood, let alone to be a child. He was forced to grow up so quickly, to pretend to be a grown-up, that he never really stopped being a child in his heart. Perhaps it was why he was so drawn to Ash. From the moment they met, he recognized the light in Ash’s eyes, his unbounding youth and curiosity and love for Pokémon and life. And it was the new look in Ash’s eyes that he recognized with such disdain. The look of someone whose life was stolen from him, dominated by another, forced to perform and comply…Leon knew all too well what it was like, and it fueled his resolve.

“You…,” Leon started, gathering up his courage to tell the man who had once made his dreams a reality—before turning them into a nightmare—how wrong he had been. “You…phony! I trusted you. I was just a child! And you…you took advantage of that! You used me for your own twisted goals, the same way you’re using Ash now.” Saliva dripped from Ash’s cock-filled mouth. “I never got a chance to grow up…my way.” Leon looked at his feet pensively. He clenched his fists. “It ends now. Charizard, let’s wrap this up. Use Dragon Pulse!”

Charizard’s draconic energy emanated from its body in zigzag rays  which converged in front of it, taking on the vague shape of a dragonhead before zoning in on Rose’s Pokémon. A stray ray crashed into Rose’s head, knocking him backward. Ash stumbled back as well, unsure what to do. Leon raced forward and slid into the boy, grabbing his cape on the way to cover Ash up.

Rose was down, but he wasn’t out. His Copperajah plating protected him from the brunt of Charizard’s attack, but he realized he was at too great a disadvantage. He hadn’t anticipated Leon’s fervor. He thought perhaps there was still some shred of love for him in his former protégé’s heart, or at the very least, gratitude. Rose had saved Leon, after all, from himself. He could’ve been just another child full of potential slowly going to waste…alas. Rose had no one after all.

The ex-chairman recalled his Pokémon and sent out Klingklang. He jumped onto its large, horizontal gear as its other gears shifted in place with a loud whirring noise. With its speed sufficiently buffed, Klinglang flew away.

Leon held Ash in his arms. A single tear fell from the former World Champion’s face. He had finally spoken all the words he had for so long been hiding, and yet, it felt like nothing had been said at all. He felt emptier inside, even lighter, but the space between him and Rose was as distant as ever. Even the gravity of his words couldn’t bridge the gap. Perhaps if he had said, I did love you, perhaps then Rose wouldn’t have run away again.

*   *   *

Ash’s Pokémon were in their Poké Balls, neatly placed on a dirt mound behind one of the large stones comprising the stone circle. Pikachu was held in a glass cage next to them. Leon retrieved them and brought everyone to the nearest Pokémon Center where Ash’s recovery would begin.