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A Trainer's Trouble

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The round, shining Pokeball glistened in the morning light, out in the clear forest behind the Pokémon centre. Brock and May had taken a walk into town, and Ash was left pondering what to do with his recently-evolved Sceptile. He lay back against a tree with a sigh, turning the white-and-red ball around in his palm, deep in thought. It had only been a day since his grass-type Pokémon had been let down romantically by the Meganium that he had fancied. The scene was still clear in his mind; he could remember Sceptile's face as the female he had desired had chosen a Tropius instead, leaving the dismayed Pokémon heartbroken and - much to Ash's dismay - unable to use any attacks.

"What am I going to do with you?" Ash muttered under his breath, looking down at the small round orb in his hand, "we need to find a way to get you back to your normal self." He slowly removed his pack from his shoulders, resting it against the tree as he pressed the button on the ball.
"Come on out, Sceptile," he commanded, seeing a bright flash of brilliant white as the powerful creature materialised before his eyes. Sceptile was indeed intimidating, standing at close to six feet tall and very well built, leaving him almost twice the size of his previous form as a Grovyle. It brought mixed feelings for his trainer; Ash torn between the pleasure of owning a powerful Pokémon and the annoyance that it wouldn't use any moves.

He stood up and faced the Sceptile before him, looking it up and down with a conflicted expression.
"You know, you're going to have to start using your attacks again soon. What if Team Rocket shows up and we need you to help us out? Ash asked, placing his hands into his pockets. The only response he got was a discouraged sigh from the leafy Pokémon, and Ash felt himself becoming a little annoyed. His own inexperience with women did not help his case. He thought about the incident, remembering how Sceptile had reacted when the Meganium had left him out in the cold for the Tropius.
"Look," Ash tried to reason, "I know it must have hurt your feelings, it can't be good to be let down like that. But you have to try and pull through this tough time, okay?" His attempt at consolation was met with another dejected murmur as Sceptile averted his gaze.

Looking back down at the ground, the young man breathed a heavy sigh, slowly placing the Pokeball back onto his belt. He was running out of options; he couldn't afford to have a Pokémon who would be unable to defend them in times of need.
"Please," he tried, using a more pleading tack, "won't you just try, for me?" Sceptile looked up at his trainer; the words making him feel even worse. First the love of his life, then his trainer was losing faith in him. It wasn't that he didn't want to use his moves... he just didn't have any room for them in his broken state. His mind was filled with a haze of emotion, and attacks were unable to surface beneath the smog of confusion. He needed... something. Something more than any good-for-nothing Meganium who couldn't see his fine qualities.
He needed a mate.

"Sceptile," Ash called out, "why don't we try working back up to it? Start off small." He walked over and slowly picked out a small stump, showing it to the disgruntled grass-type. Turning his head, Sceptile nodded reluctantly and moved over toward it, feeling his desire to destroy the small piece of wood completely absent. Yet, he would give it a shot, just to ensure that Ash could leave him alone so he could sort out his own issues by himself. He loved his trainer, but he merely wanted some peace and quiet to work things through with himself.
"Alright then," the young man's voice rang out, "Sceptile, use Pound." With one movement, the grass-type moved towards the stump before him, striking it with a resounding thud. Ash looked over at it hopefully, but the wood did not give way. Sceptile gave a small grunt of annoyance; no matter how much he tried to gather the strength, his body felt drained of energy - a dead weight inside of his mind.

A disappointed look crossed his trainer's face, Ash looking back at the stump and feeling a little exasperated with his Pokémon. Surely relationship issues couldn't affect a Pokémon this much? He straightened his cap, reaching over into his backpack and grabbing the Pokémon manual. Sitting down against a rock, he leafed through it slowly, trying to find any entries on Pokémon relationships. With fingers rifling through small pages he shook his head silently, cursing the lack of information regarding situations like this. Struck with inspiration, he grabbed the PokeDex and flipped it open, locating Sceptile's entry.

Sceptile, the Forest Pokémon. Its arms are equipped with razor-sharp leaves, and it moves lightly through tree branches in order to attack its enemies.

Not the information he was searching for, Ash manually rifled through the PokeDex entries, even looking up older versions to see if there was anything there. Surely somewhere Pokémon relationships had to be mentioned. Sceptile watched with a rather amused expression as his trainer tried desperately to locate the data.

Sceptile has seeds growing on its back. They are said to be bursting with nutrients that revitalize trees. This Pokémon raises the trees in a forest with loving care.

Ash sighed in defeat, slowly placing his PokeDex reluctantly back into his pocket. Looking back over at Sceptile, he cursed the creators of all Pokémon guides and manuals. It was almost like they were deliberately keeping any information on Pokémon breeding and relationships completely in the dark. Sceptile looked back over at Ash, hoping that his trainer would hopefully put him back in his ball now.
"Let's keep going," came the trainer's call, and Sceptile let out a snort of irritation. Of course, since when was Ash one to give up? For one, the powerful determination his trainer usually displayed was a trait to aggravate, not impress, in this circumstance.
"Have another go at hitting the stump," Ash called, "use Pound, Sceptile."

Deciding it couldn't hurt to try again; Sceptile turned back and attempted to throw all of his power into one, devastating Pound attack. He struck the stump with a reverberating thud, and Ash continued to look on with hope, but the stump remained as immobile and intact as ever.
"It's alright," Ash consoled, "we'll get there, don't worry." Sceptile snorted unhappily, he would do a better job of recovering if he could simply remain in his Pokeball and have some time to think over what had happened and reason it over with himself. Ash, however, seemed to have other plans. The young trainer walked over to a patch of ground, reaching down and picking up a small rock, tossing it in his palm.
"We'll just work on some normal skills then," Ash tried, wondering if it was the attacks themselves that were the problem, "let's give this a shot."

He gripped the fist-sized stone in his palm, bringing his arm back like he was about to toss a Pokeball. Sceptile watched as his trainer wound up and threw the rock in his direction.
"Think fast," Ash yelled, blue jacket swaying with the momentum, "catch the rock." The grass type attempted to reach out and snatch the pebble as it flew his way, lining up for the intercept.
Smack!
Ash cringed as the stone connected with Sceptile's right head crest, landing with a dull thud on the grass. The breeze drifted through the clearing behind the Pokémon Centre, neither party moving an inch in sheer awkward silence. Slowly, Sceptile turned his gaze upon his trainer, eyes flashing a deep red as his anger began to rise to the surface.
"I'm so sorry," came Ash's apology, "I didn't mean... I thought..."

It was all noise to the grass type, his blood pounding and his ears ringing with ire from the blow. How dare Ash do something like that? Ash suddenly stopped his apology, realising Sceptile's mood when a low growl emanated from the Pokémon's throat. Sceptile could feel his emotions beginning to overpower him, his claws balling together into fists as he turned all of his frustration, all of his hurt upon his trainer.
Despite his ignorance, Ash was smart enough to recognise how much trouble he was in.
"Please," he said nervously, "I thought you would catch it... I thought..." He was cut off by Sceptile, who let out a soft, threatening snarl. He was losing control, and he no longer cared what his master thought; it was time Ash learned his place.

Turmoil echoed through Sceptile's mind, his emotions raging around him. First Meganium, now this... he would have to take control; if he didn't act now he would no longer be able to face anyone. His head twitched slightly from where he had been struck with the hard rock, adding to his irritation. A haze flooded his mind; the Pokémon having been pushed past his limits. He needed... something. What did he need? Sceptile was more confused than ever. He wanted Ash to... feel what he felt, to understand his suffering. He wanted Ash to know his frustration, to see the reason why he couldn't use his attacks. He wanted Ash to... to pay for his stubborn refusal to leave him alone. But most of all... he wanted to show Ash just how far he had been pushed.
If he wouldn't leave him alone... then Sceptile would make sure he was put to good use. Ash looked rather afraid now, the look on his Pokémon's face on of pure emotion; though what emotion, he could not distinguish.

Sceptile paced over to his master slowly, and Ash reached for the Pokeball. Quickly, Sceptile knocked it away, watching it skid across the grass.
"Sceptile!" Ash exclaimed, "what has gotten into y..." The young trainer was cut off as the grass-type pinned him against the tree, using his greater strength to hold him in place. The young man was shocked; he hadn't expected his Pokémon to ever act like this. Had he really done anything that wrong? Sceptile forced eye contact, Ash staring back uncomfortably as his own partner trapped him against the tree bark. His eyes were a hazy red and gold, and Ash could now see that his friend was very much out of control.
"Please," he begged once more, "I'll stop, just let me go, I didn't meant it." No response came from Sceptile, who could feel other emotions seeping into his mind.

At first... he simply wanted to show Ash who was boss. To put his trainer in his place... to get the message through to Ash that he simply wanted to be left alone. But now... his body pressed against firmly against the young man, his mind muddy with need, he began to sense a different urge. He had desired a mate, the Meganium, the one who had left him broken-hearted. His needs had been strong then... no, they still were. Without even knowing why, completely unsure of his actions or his intent, Sceptile moved in close to Ash and inhaled the young trainer's scent. The aroma coming from the teenage male made the Pokémon's body tingle and his mind focus. He could smell the deep, masculine odour from his partner, and it made him feel... powerful. It was at that moment it dawned on the grass-type; he wasn't mourning the loss of a potential mate, his body was still desperately searching for a new one. One that would love him, and look after him even in the darkest, most troubling moments.

"Sceptile..." Ash whispered, feeling his Pokémon's heavy breathing against his neck as the Pokémon's mental struggle took place before his eyes. He was still unsure as to Sceptile's intentions, feeling his heart race as he was held captive by his own partner. The silence that followed was tense; the atmosphere could have been sliced with a knife. Then, much to Ash's surprise, the grass-type slowly moved his crested head towards his own. Sceptile wasn't even sure what he was doing; all he knew... all he wanted was to be closer to him. The three soft claws on the Pokémon's right arm slowly brushed against Ash's cheek, and before the human could say anything, Sceptile's soft maw pressed against his own.

The shock was evident in his trainer's face as Sceptile slowly pushed his mouth against his trainers' own. Ash felt paralysed, unable to move as his own Pokémon kissed him softly on the lips. It was a large contrast to Sceptile's angry demeanour beforehand, the tender hold of his Pokémon against his body letting him know exactly what the Pokémon wanted.
"I can't," Ash muttered from between his kiss, "You're a Pokémon... we shouldn't..." Sceptile didn't appear to hear, or if he did, care to listen. He opened his maw, allowing his tongue to run softly over his trainer's cheek before bringing it down towards the young man's lips. Ash fell silent as the stronger male held him firmly, the warm, moist tongue rolling over his red lips as the Pokémon attempted to gain entry into his master's mouth.

Ash was unable to believe what was happening, and was powerless to do anything but let it happen. He gave another short struggle; a half-hearted word of reluctance before submitting to his Pokémon's will, his lips parting slowly to accommodate the grass-type. Sceptile's soft oral organ gently probed his trainer's mouth, slipping inside unhurriedly and brushing against Ash's own. A spark of emotion ran through the young male as he was kissed by his own Pokémon, the stronger male holding him lovingly as their tongues met gently. Sceptile was in heaven, finally finding the contact he had desired so much, tasting the rich flavour of his trainer's saliva with his sensitive tastebuds whilst sharing some of his own. He hadn't expected Ash to be so malleable, but then again... he hadn't given him much of a choice.

Feeling Sceptile's warm saliva in his mouth, Ash felt himself becoming more and more relaxed, his initial fears subsiding beneath a cloud of lust. He could feel his Pokémon's warm tongue exploring his mouth, brushing over his own in a sensual display of love and affection. Sceptile's saliva was not unappealing; Ash found himself accepting it willingly as the pair kissed beneath the shade of the leafy tree. The young man's mind was in its own state of turmoil, attempting to understand his own feelings whilst dealing with the taboo nature of the act. He shouldn't be doing this... he shouldn't be allowing his Pokémon to kiss him. Then he realised he was lying to himself; he was kissing back, it was not a one-sided act by any means. He also found himself wondering why he was allowing it to continue, and found that the answer he felt in his heart was one which scared him the most.

"Sceptile," Ash tried to mutter from along their kiss, but found speech difficult due to his mouth being otherwise occupied. He found his mind returning to him, and finally managed to break the oral contact, slowly moving his mouth away from his Pokémon's. Sceptile stared into his eyes with a loving expression, licking his lips and inhaling his trainer's scent deeply. Ash blushed deeply, feeling a surge of embarrassment at what he had just done, but knowing deep down inside that it was what he had wanted to do. Their bodies were still incredible close; Ash could feel the grass-type's smooth body against his own, and he felt quite warm from the contact. It was still unclear to him, however, whether it was physical or mental warmth that he could detect.
"I..." he said unsteadily, looking to Sceptile for support, "I think I... understand." The Pokémon smiled, keeping his eye contact as he analysed his master.

Unsure of what his Pokémon wanted from the action, he was surprised when he felt Sceptile hold him closely, breathing in his earthy aroma. Suddenly, Ash felt himself becoming aware of something, a heat against his leg. Despite the kiss that they had shared, he found himself desperately hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. Looking back into Sceptile's face, he saw the twinkle of recognition in his Pokémon's eye, and suddenly the close contact seemed a bit too much.
"Can... I move now?" Ash asked feebly, hoping that he would be granted a reprieve, but the grass-type simply shook his head. It was then that the human began to understand the depths of his Pokémon's needs. His curiosity overcoming his repulsion with himself for wanting to see, the young trainer looked downwards, his eyes tracing a path down Sceptile's powerful chest until it came to a rest between his sturdy legs.

Sceptile remained still as his trainer observed his lower regions for the first time, eager to see the young man's reaction. Ash was in a state of disbelief; surely... he didn't want to do this? His eyes fixed on his Pokémon's breeding organ, which made no attempts to hide itself. Sceptile's maleness stood proudly beneath him, an unbelievably prominent red against the grass-type's contrastingly green skin. Ash wasn't sure how to react, simply taking it all in with his mouth agape. The forest Pokémon was well-endowed; he was not lacking in size by any possible comparison. His cheeks flushing a deep red, the young man tried to wriggle his way out of the situation.
"Please," he said once more, his old inhibitions returning, "we can't do... this. I understand that you're feeling... needy, but I'm a human, and you're... a Pokémon." The words were feeble, lacking any sort of power, and the Pokémon merely shook his head.

Ash wasn't going to be let off easy. He had pushed Sceptile too far, and now he would wear the consequences of his actions. The grass-type had more than needs; a burning passion now filled his heart, and the only thing that would satiate his lusts would be to show Ash exactly what he wanted from him. One way or another, Sceptile would have his relief. One way or another...
Ash would be his.
With one quick motion, Sceptile swept his trainer's legs out from under him, lowering him to the ground so his back was against the tree as he fell to his rear. Ash let out a gasp indignantly as his body hit the ground and his back came to a rest against the bark. He looked up, about to tell Sceptile that he had almost hurt him, when he found himself face-to-face with none other than his own Pokémon's stiff, blood-red erection.

It was at that moment his Pokémon's full intentions came to light, Ash realising exactly what his Pokémon wanted from him. Ash had only wanted to comfort the grass-type... he hadn't expected it to go this far. He could feel his cheeks burning a bright red as he looked back up into the face of his captor, seeing Sceptile's lust-filled expression. It was then that the young man could see that he would be left with no choice; there was no way he would be able to get out of it by force.
"I know you want a mate," Ash said with a firm voice, trying to act assertive when he felt anything but, "but it's not right. I'm your trainer, I couldn't possibly..."
He was cut off by a low growl from Sceptile, one which contained equal measure dominance and love. It was a strange sound, but it left Ash with no doubt in his mind what his Pokémon was telling him.

"You... don't care?" Ash realised with a soft breath, and Sceptile nodded slowly. With a sigh, Ash looked back down towards the large genitalia before him, feeling himself becoming overwhelmed by the situation. A mental struggle ensued in his mind, two sides of his conflicting within. He couldn't believe he had gotten into this situation, but then again, his actions with the kiss surely hadn't been very subtle. Now that he thought about it... he had rather enjoyed it, but to mate with Sceptile? That was taking it too far, it was completely wrong to indulge in human/trainer relationships. Yet... why did he feel so... so affected by the idea? Sceptile was not experiencing the same conflict; he wanted nothing more than to have his trainer pleasure him to satisfy all the needs he had built up these past few months. His confidence rubbed off on Ash, making the human feel all the more inclined to let his Pokémon have his way.

Ash opened his mouth to complain once more, but slowly closed it again, realising it was futile. Perhaps... if he could just relieve some of his Pokémon's suffering... it would be enough. He quickly felt disgusted with himself, but he nonetheless looked back up towards Sceptile's eyes, nodding his head softly.
"Alright," he finally gave in, "just this once. But you'd better not tell any of the other Pokémon." Sceptile smiled broadly, glad that his trainer had finally come around. All things considered, Ash didn't particularly mind; it was more the social taboos that were hindering him than any other factor. He looked back down towards the imposing member aiming towards his face, and he flushed a little as he inspected it closely for the first time. Sceptile gladly allowed his trainer the time to admire his package; it gladdened him highly to see Ash so intrigued and impressed.

His eyes slowly moved from the tip of Sceptile's proud length to the base, taking in every last minute detail. The tip was pointed, but not sharply so; clearly designed to slip inside places rather easily. This thought alone sent a shiver of embarrassment through Ash, his mind trying desperately to avoid certain images but failing miserably. A bead of liquid dribbled from the top, clearly indicating the Pokémon's arousal as his stiff erection lubricated itself slowly. His gaze travelled closer to the body, taking in the vein-covered shaft which thickened rather prominently towards the base, where a bulge rounded out the base of the grass-type's breeding organ. It was not unlike a canine's knot, but not quite as pronounced; it gave the Pokémon's tool a rather solid base. Ash realised that he was actually quite intrigued by what lay before him, and he realised with deep inner surprise that he had a strong urge to touch it.

His hand wavered in the air uncertainly, but a swift nod of approval from the forest-Pokémon told him that he was free to continue. This was the moment of truth; his Pokémon standing over him, eager to proceed. It was the rush of adrenaline that accompanied such a forbidden act that flowed through the young man's veins: he was really going to give his Pokémon... his own Sceptile... a handjob. Nervous fingers tentatively reached towards the object of his curiosity, the penis of a Pokémon he had raised and cared for since it was a mere Treeko. Yet seeing the powerful, driven creature before him, there was no longer any trace of weakness or restraint. This led Ash to come to a possible deduction; if he could relieve his Pokémon's pent-up tension, there was a possibility he would be able to attack once more. Allowing himself to believe this to be a valid reason, he turned his attention to the job literally at hand.

Sceptile released a pleased sigh as his trainer's fingers brushed ever-so-softly over his shaft, feeling the tingle of emotion that came with such personal contact. The soft digits slowly traced a path along to the tip, where Ash allowed his thumb to gently curl around the tip of his Pokémon's maleness. Despite his inexperience, Ash wanted it to be as enjoyable for Sceptile as possible, and if that meant he had to sacrifice some personal dignity, he would do whatever it took. The bead of pre that had gathered at the tip was smeared across the young man's thumb, spreading around the pulsing phallus as he worked around it. Although he was highly reluctant to admit it, a small smile escaped his lips as he heard the grass-type's soft moan of pleasure from his attentions.
"You like that, don't you?" Ash whispered, and then flushed red with embarrassment as he realised what he had just said.

Upon hearing his trainer's words, Sceptile let out a gentle breath of lust, feeling the warm hand wrap slowly around his needy length. It was like a dream come true; all of his desires were now being satiated by none other than his master, the one who had cared for him and looked after him for so long. A focused expression was now plastered on the human's face as he sat beneath the imposing figure of his Pokémon, massaging the thick rod of flesh with his right hand. It twitched and throbbed under his touch, leaving the adolescent trainer equally thrilled and repulsed. He was unsure why, but holding such an... an intimate part of his Pokémon was revealing a side of him he hadn't thought existed, and the very thought scared him as he realised that he was enjoying himself. As a trainer, he had always strived to please his Pokémon, and somehow it felt that through these actions, he was offering the highest form of pleasure a trainer could give.

Ash's palm slid downwards along the veiny length, feeling his fingers distanced from his thumb as the bulge at the end proved to be rather large, despite its subtle appearance. Without thinking he gave it an experimental squeeze - gentle, of course - but the reaction was immediate. Sceptile let out an audible grunt and a small spurt of pre-seed oozed from his cockhead, dripping onto Ash's jeans. Ash smirked to himself; he had found a sensitive spot, that was for sure. Deciding to leave it alone for now, he returned his hand back to the centre of majestic length, deciding that he had explored enough. Sceptile gripped the tree trunk tightly as his trainer slowly began to work his hand up and down his aching member, finally able to enjoy the full pleasures at hand. For some reason, Ash felt very secure in his position, his big, strong Sceptile standing over him. It brought out his hidden submissive side, and he found himself enjoying it greatly.

The firm organ under his fingers felt wonderful as he slid back and forth, the gentle moans and heavy breathing from his Pokémon music to his ears. A great satisfaction came to him as he pumped his hand over that magnificent erection, taking great joy in satisfying the forest Pokémon as his inhibitions slowly disappeared once more. The thought played over in his mind, becoming the one thing he could focus on properly:
I'm masturbating a Pokémon! I'm holding his penis in my hand! This incredible thought drove him onwards, gaining a steady rhythm as his confidence in his actions grew. Sceptile had to resist the urge to thrust into his trainer's divine hands as they glided over his cock repeatedly, stimulating him beyond what he had thought possible. He was dripping pre-cum at an increased rate; Ash's hands smearing it along his length with each loving stroke.

A pungent smell filled Ash's nose, a rich combination of Sceptile's body emitting a light, pleasant fragrance mixed with the heavy, powerful smell of his aroused mating organ. The intense scent made Ash's mind cloud over with lust, his body betraying him as his own erection bulged tightly in his jeans. He could feel every little bump, every vein under his fingertips as he serviced his Pokémon's hard length. The earthy, heated odour wafting from the slick shaft as he masturbated his Sceptile caused him to feel intensely aroused, and he no longer cared about the consequences. The grass-type similarly found it hard to focus, his grip on the tree his only solid leverage as his most private of places was stimulated lovingly by the one whom he had always trusted and loved. Yet, something was missing, and the eager Pokémon could pinpoint exactly what he wanted this time.

Ash continued his handjob enthusiastically, finding an increased pace as he worked his hands along the impressive member in his care. Pre-cum coated his entire hand and was rather swiftly staining his jeans as it dripped copiously from the pointed tip. It surprised Ash, but he did not find it unpleasant; in fact, the pungent liquid drew his gaze as his mind wandered to more lewd thoughts.
"I hope you're enjoying this," Ash muttered, and Sceptile replied with a distinct rumble of contentment from his chest. Despite his own personal enjoyment, Ash still wanted Sceptile's needs to come before his own. The more he continued to jerk his Pokémon's dripping maleness, the more he felt like he was staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. Although he didn't want to consider it yet, if he remained in this position he would ultimately end up receiving a face-full of... well, he'd rather not consider it.

Suddenly, the forest-Pokémon lost to his instincts for a short second, thrusting forward into Ash's hands. Unprepared and lost in his own thoughts, the moist erection pushed through his fingers and bumped against Ash's lower lip, leaving a patch of pre in its place as Sceptile remembered himself and stopped his actions. Ash brought his hand up to wipe his mouth automatically, but remembered that it was coated in the exact same substance anyhow. His hand a mere inch from his face, the effect of the overwhelming sexual scent of his Pokémon hit him at full strength. Sceptile watched, intrigued as Ash suddenly forgot himself and - to the astonishment of them both - ran his tongue over his fingers. The flavour filled his mouth instantly; the earthy, delicate flavour of a Sceptile's natural lubricants against his tastebuds casing the young man to elicit a small, yet distinct moan of enjoyment.

Realising what he was doing, Ash quickly brought his hand away from his mouth, but the memory of that quick taste lingered pleasantly in his mind.
"I'm sorry," he said to Sceptile, blushing, "I didn't mean to... I was just..." The grass-type cut him off with a shake of his crested head, and Ash realized that his Pokémon... wanted him to continue? He looked up at Sceptile's large eyes, seeing the look of lust and love for him written plainly across them, and suddenly it dawned on him the full seriousness of his actions.
"Sceptile," Ash asked firmly, "answer me honestly. Did you want me to help you with your... situation, or is it more than that? Do you see my as your... your mate?" It was Sceptile's turn to blush as he replied with a small, yet unmistakable nod of his proud head. Ash breathed out heavily, the implications of his actions now becoming clear to the young trainer.

He looked back down at his fingers, still sticky with the sexual lubricants of his partner, and he brought them to his mouth once more. Sceptile watched in a heavy state of arousal as his master licked every last drop of his delicious pre-seed from his own fingers, his tongue collecting every bit he could find and swallowing it with an audible gulp. It only took a minute, but when he was done, he looked back up at his Pokémon with a renewed sense of his role as a partner for his Sceptile.
"That was delicious," he said with a smile, before becoming more serious, "but I must warn you... if you wish for me to be your mate, nobody else must be able to know. It is a serious taboo in the Pokémon community, and..."
He was once again silenced as his Sceptile dropped down and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight, loving embrace, revealing all of his emotions to his trainer.

A smile came from Ash's lips; he finally understood everything, and knew that for as long as he lived, he would respect Sceptile as both his Pokémon... and his lover. It was all clear now, Sceptile wanted him to be his mate, and had found a way to communicate it to him in a way better than words. Yet... what did that mean now?
"If you would like," Ash tried to whisper in a sensual tone, directly into Sceptile's ear, "I could keep pleasuring that big cock of yours." The rather naughty words from his master surprised the grass-type, but not unpleasantly. Returning to his standing position, he once again presented his stiff maleness to the young man, but when Ash attempted to reach for it, he found himself blocked by Sceptile's own claws.

Looking up at his Pokémon with a confused expression, Sceptile shook his head at the action; slowly placing his claws back against the tree and moving his hips closer to his trainer's head. It took a moment to figure out what the forest Pokémon was doing, until he suddenly looked back down and felt the warm, moist phallus bump against his cheek. The recognition hit him instantly and he suddenly found himself wondering exactly how far Sceptile wanted to take their relationship.
"You can't be serious!" Ash exclaimed, and suddenly closed his mouth as Sceptile looked rather hurt at the words.
"I'm sorry," he apologised, "but I don't think that it's... right. I... will be your mate, but to... well, do that? I'm not..." Sceptile looked down at him with open eyes, almost pleading with his master to reconsider. Ash found himself without an excuse; despite the rather 'dirty' aspects of giving a Pokémon oral sex, he actually couldn't locate a reason why he shouldn't.

His mind entered into a small argument, debating his options. One the one hand, if the others came back he would have absolutely no way he could explain a mouth full of Pokémon penis. On the other... Ash could feel his mind wander as he considered how intimate... how personal it would be to please his Sceptile this way. The possibility that it may taste unpleasant came to mind, but he remembered the sweet, yet rich taste of that sticky pre and he wondered if it would be delicious instead. The pros and cons passed through his mind as Sceptile watched intently, hoping with all of his heart that his master would choose to bond with him sexually as well as emotionally. He knew it was not the norm, he knew it was supposed to be wrong, but the Pokémon didn't care. He merely wanted to be with Ash, to feel his trainer's mouth around his shaft, and if possible, to gift his lover with his most precious thing to offer; his potent seed.

Ash stared at the solid slab of flesh before him, feeling an intense urge to taste it. It was then that he made his choice; if he was to be Sceptile's mate, he would be showing a complete lack of dedication by not bringing as much pleasure as possible to his Pokémon. He didn't care anymore about social standards; being honest with himself, he was quite eager to explore the complete experience of mating, and to feel that rich flesh upon his tongue.
"If this is what you want," Ash told Sceptile honestly, "then I will be your mate, physically as well as mentally. If you wish for it... you can have my body to indulge in at your leisure." These words sent a shiver of eager lust through the needy Pokémon, both honoured and thrilled that he would get to experience the pleasure of flesh with none other than his human master.

A complete lack of experience, Ash decided, would not get in the way of them having the most incredible mating a human and a Pokémon could experience. He wondered exactly what he should do, but he believed it would involve licking to some degree, so that would be where he would begin. He felt Sceptile's large eyes staring at him eagerly as he brought the Pokémon's rather moist erection in front of his lips. Pre-cum seeped from the pointed tip, and Ash felt a satisfaction at having this effect on the grass-type. Gathering the courage, he slowly flicked his tongue over the awaiting organ, feeling the soft flesh press against it. One swift movement saw the trail of pre scooped up and returned to his mouth, a gentle breath of contentment from Sceptile as his trainer licked him for the first time. Ash slowly savoured the taste of the viscous lubricant he had collected, finding that it was even better than he had hoped.

"Delicious," he muttered to himself, and then smiled as he realised Sceptile had heard. The forest Pokémon was glad that his trainer found his flavour palatable, his claws digging into the tree as he prepared himself for whatever his master would do to him. A warm breeze swept through the clearing as the young human tenderly licked his Sceptile's shaft, allowing his warm, saliva-coated tongue to slowly caress the rich, fleshy member. Now that Ash wasn't so nervous, he found that the pulsing maleness was definitely to his liking, kissing and licking the proud length while accommodating all of that sticky, delicious mating fluid into his mouth. Sceptile was in heaven; he had expected it to be enjoyable, but nothing could prepare him for the intense and intimate feelings he was experiencing. Ash's lack of previous sexual encounters did not leave him incapable, in fact, Sceptile found his curious eagerness to be much more sensual.

A small growl of lust escaped the Pokémon's lips as Ash's tongue rolled over his pointed phallus before sliding back down to his bulging base, tracing small circles against the thick protrusion of flesh. Looking up at his Sceptile, Ash removed his mouth, allowing a small strand of mixed saliva and pre to connect his lips and the bottom of the meaty member. Their eyes connected and a small shiver of raw emotion ran through the Pokémon's body, knowing that everything his trainer was doing was for his pleasure. He couldn't have loved Ash more; the young man was putting his own needs last, and Sceptile's gratefulness couldn't be expressed with mere words. Continuing his oral, Ash's tongue roamed around every last inch of the exposed cock, tasting its masculine flavour and inhaling its pungent, musky scent.

I wonder what this would look like if I got caught by the others, Ash though with a small inward chuckle, trying to picture the scene. Luckily for him, the others were far away in town, and he would have the time to truly satiate every need of his newfound lover. He placed a hand against Sceptile's body as he used his tongue to the best of his abilities, licking the slick, forbidden organ that his Pokémon had so lovingly entrusted him to enjoy. He would not let him down; dragging his tongue over the stiff shaft and kissing the wide base before sliding back to the top and rolling it around the sensitive tip. Every soft moan and gasp from his Sceptile made him happy as well, an indicator that he was doing a good job in satisfying the grass-type's desires. Still, he knew what he had to do, and this soft licking would not be the action that would bring his Pokémon to a climax that he could be proud of causing.

Slowly leaning back, Ash saw the small twitch from the pulsing length and heard the displeased noise as Sceptile looked at his trainer, puzzled.
"Don't worry," Ash reassured him, the aftertaste of his Pokémon's cock still fresh in his mouth, "I want to... use my whole mouth now." These words made the forest Pokémon's face light up as he imagined burying his shaft inside of his master's warm throat. Looking back down from Sceptile's overjoyed expression, the horny trainer once more found himself staring at his mate's breeding tool, this time placing his hand behind the thick bulge at the base.
"We'll take it easy at first," Ash said, more for his own protection that his Pokémon's. He didn't want an accidental thrust to injure him; it would be most difficult to try and explain that to a doctor.

Holding the warm erection in his palm, Ash found himself quite excited. He had never expected this to happen to him, but now that his mind had been opened to the possibility... the very idea surprised him. No longer would he have to worry about any social insecurities, or having to find a partner to worry about. No, he would have his Sceptile, and their relationship would be personal and intimate. His mind wandered pleasantly to nights in their tent, slowly indulging in sexual experiences as human and Pokémon explored their love for one another.
Ash slowly allowed the pre-covered tip of the grass-type's manhood to brush against his lips, smearing the sticky, familiar substance over them pleasantly. He wanted to take his time, to enjoy every last possible bit of sensuality before his Pokémon was spent.

Sceptile's breath caught in his chest as his trainer's lips parted gradually, allowing the tip of his proud erection to slip inside. Using his tongue to create a nice, tight space, Ash allowed his Pokémon to guide himself in to the warm oral tunnel provided. Not wanting to harm his master, Sceptile carefully pressed forward, releasing a pent-up moan of sheer delight as he watched the first few inches of his impressive length disappear inside the magnificent mouth. When he had taken about half of the grass-type's penis into his mouth, Ash signalled for him to stop, finding the amount to be more than enough to begin with. He could only image how he looked to Sceptile, and hoped that he was performing well for his Pokémon. The thick rod was even more delectable inside his mouth, the strong, earthy flavour the only thing in his mind as his tongue eagerly circled the invading organ.

Waiting until Ash was ready; Sceptile remained as still as possible, his claws digging into the tree as his body threatened to overwhelm him. He had thought he could keep his primal instincts in check, but instead found himself with a strong desire to thrust deep into his trainer's throat. His body was telling him that he had found a suitable hole, and his job now was to breed it properly. Only he could tell that it was his master's mouth surrounding his pulsing shaft, and not the depths of another Sceptile. Gripping the bulge at the base of the grass-type's cock, Ash leveraged the firm flesh from his mouth, seeing his saliva slick across the length of it before eagerly engulfing it again, this time with a plan in mind. He knew what he had to do now, to get his ultimate prize of a large, lust-filled climax from his very own Pokémon.

With steady movements, Ash began to find a steady rhythm, bobbing his head slowly but surely along Sceptile's aching member. Pre-cum oozed into his mouth at an astounding rate, reminding the young trainer of what lay in store ahead. This was the part the Ash was most eager to discover; what would the larger male put out for him in the end? Would it be as delicious as his current emissions, or would the Pokémon's seed prove to be too much for him? Either way, he would not dishonour his mate's love for him; the taste was a moot point, he would swallow every last drop regardless. Using his tongue to push the hard organ against the roof of his mouth, Ash created a tight, warm passage to increase the pleasure he was giving to that moist, succulent shaft. Sceptile moaned in a blissful state of mind as he felt the pressure surrounding his sensitive package.

Time seemed to pause around the pair as they enjoyed the sexual company of the other, Ash's head sliding back and forth across his Pokémon's steamy member. Sceptile could feel his claws etching into the rough bark as he was sucked off for the first time. The warmth encompassing his most private possession sent shivers of ecstasy through his body, feeling rather lightheaded as his very own trainer satisfied his long-standing desires. The thought briefly crossed Ash's mind that he was now officially gay, but somehow it didn't seem important anymore what anyone else thought. He simply wanted to be with his Pokémon forever, pleasuring him in any way he could. The musky odour only intensified as he worked the thick cock in and out of his mouth, inhaling it and allowing the scent to fill him with a sort of feral lust. He could slowly feel himself slipping more and more into a state of lustful indulgence with every delectable taste of his lover's flesh.

He tried to take in as much as he could, feeling the tip bump against the back of his throat. He coughed in surprise as his throat closed to prevent its entry within. Sceptile looked at him with a concerned expression, hoping that he hadn't accidentally hurt his master. Ash slowly pulled the slimy organ from his mouth, allowing himself a quick cough and a gentle swallow of the mixed saliva and pre-seed that had coated the interior of his mouth.
"Sorry," he said to Sceptile, "I hadn't expected that." Sceptile shook his head; he didn't want Ash to feel bad about not being able to take it all. It was the next words, however, that made him freeze in disbelief.
"I want to try it," came the voice of his trainer, and the sturdy Pokémon looked back down with an incredulous expression.

Ash continued to squeeze the large bulge at the base of his mate's length, not wanting the Pokémon to feel any less pleasure as they communicated. Sceptile shook his crested head in reply, letting Ash know that he didn't have to do it, and that he was enjoying it more than enough as it was.
"I don't' care," Ash replied firmly, "I want to do this. I want it all, for you and for me." It was the look that stopped his complaints; Ash's steely stare of determination was one he had seen before, usually in the desperate moments of a large Pokémon battle. Argument would be futile; Ash wanted to try taking it all, and he would get his wish.
Sceptile sighed happily, glad that his master loved him so much, yet worried that he may injure him in their lovemaking. He looked at Ash to inquire as to how he wanted to approach it, but the solution he got was one that made his primal side tremble with uncontrolled lust.

"Sceptile," Ash said firmly, "I want you to take control. I... want you to... mate with my mouth, to feel all of you inside. Will you do this for me?" The request was one the grass-type could not ignore, and he nodded, realising just how much Ash was doing for him. He slowly reached to grip the tree, but Ash reached out and grabbed his claws, holding them away from the bark. Sceptile looked down at him, confused, before he realised the young man was blushing furiously, trying to tell him something but was too embarrassed to speak the words.
"Put them... on my head," Ash whispered, "I want you... to forget about my needs. Please, Sceptile, I want to... to feel your power..." The young man realised what he had wanted all along, feeling safe and secure beneath his Pokémon - he wanted to be submissive to his lover's desires.
"I want you to use my mouth to pleasure yourself," Ash said finally, "use me as you will."

The forest Pokémon couldn't believe what he was hearing; Ash wanted him to force himself upon his trainer. The thought sent a spark through the eager Pokémon, awakening his natural dominance as he thought of the possibilities. If this was what his master wanted... he would put him in his rightful place as his breeding partner, to be dominated and used as his own personal sex toy. One last look into Ash's determined expression left Sceptile with no doubts; he was ready.
Placing his claws against the back of his trainer's head, he aligned his stiff, majestic length once more against those soft, inviting lips. He gripped the black hair carefully, looking down at his trainer with a look of pure, unadulterated lust. If he was going to do it, it had to be now; there would be no more waiting - it was time to begin.

The first penetration was the most difficult; Sceptile pressing forward into the young human's mouth as he sought to bury his needy length deeper than he had gone before. Ash felt his lips parted forcibly as the slick erection returned to its proper place within his eager oral orifice. This time, however, the forest Pokémon did not stop there, thrusting his hips forward and sinking two-thirds of his impressive length straight into his trainer's mouth. The pointed tip pressed directly into Ash's throat, slipping down slightly into his oesophagus as he sought to show his lover the true extent of his lust. Immediately Ash's throat resisted the intrusion, clamping down around the Pokémon's length as his gag reflex attempted to overwhelm him. Sceptile looked at him with concern, but Ash held firm, not allowing his Pokémon to pull away to protect him. This was something he had to overcome himself; he would not be defeat by some foolish impulse.

He gripped Sceptile's body tightly as he fought to control himself, squeezing the Pokémon's member tightly as he attempted to breathe through his nose. Sceptile moaned involuntarily as his erection was massaged by the young man's throat, feeling his control slipping as he waited for Ash to regain his composure. After a long minute, Ash found that he could settle down enough to hold it in his throat without clamping down on it. Looking up at Sceptile he saw the amused expression on the grass-type's face, and he flushed with embarrassment but also pride at his work. Unwilling to pass up on the opportunity, Ash tapped the Pokémon to let him know to continue. After all, the only way he would get better was with practice. Without loosening his grip on the back of his master's head, Sceptile slowly slid out until only the tip of his aching length remained within his lover's mouth, giving Ash a few seconds to compose himself.

The second thrust was much easier, this time Ash only had to struggle for a second before he could take it, enjoying the sensation of being so thoroughly filled with his Pokémon's rather impressive equipment. Every last ridge, bump and vein were easily detectable to his tongue, giving him a fair impression of what he was being so erotically 'fed'. Sliding back once more, Sceptile began to find a moderate rhythm, thrusting his cock in and out of his trainer's mouth as Ash finally found a way to keep his gag reflex from troubling him. Impressed at his own skill, Ash wasn't concentrating as the large claws gripped his jet-black hair and pulled him forward to meet the Pokémon's motions, sending the pulsing rod of flesh deep inside of him. A bulge appeared in the young man's throat as it was stuffed full of his mate's sizeable breeding organ, Ash grasping Sceptile's body tightly as the large bulge pressed against his lips. He was glad for the overly-thick base; it prevented the forest Pokémon from going too deep.

He could feel the pointed tip deep in his neck, letting him know he had truly taken as much as possible. The young man now knew exactly what it felt like to be powerless, having given all control to the larger male he loved so dearly.
Their oral mating continued for many long minutes, Sceptile using his superior strength to breed his master's mouth. Now that he could take it, Ash revelled in having his mouth used by his Pokémon to satiate his needs. There were no words to describe how intimate it felt to feel like his whole purpose in life came down to being nothing more than a place for a Pokémon to bury his cock and relieve himself. The fantasy played over him his mind; every night being taken and rutted by the more dominant Sceptile.

This brought him back to the one thing he had been most desperate to experience: the seed of his lover. With each powerful thrust Ash's throat was spread time and time again by the slick organ, allowing his tongue to taste the rich, earthy flavour near the base of the shaft. He could hear Sceptile's breathing increase slowly, each thrust becoming more erratic as the grass-type neared his ever-closer climax. Ash wanted nothing more than to taste his mate's fresh fluids, but he realised at this rate they would do nothing more than spray directly into his awaiting belly. He would show Sceptile the depth of his devotion - he would taste every last drop. This thought in mind, he began to press tighter against the rapidly-pounding cock with his tongue, hoping the extra stimulation would be enough to send that overly-eager organ to the beginnings of his peak.

It was too much for Sceptile, releasing Ash's head as his body trembled at the sheer amount of pleasure he was receiving. With a loud cry of sheer delight he came, his majestic cock spurting the first load of hot, creamy seed directly into his master's throat. Ash quickly pulled back, allowing the cock to sit on his tongue as rope after steaming rope of fresh, fertile cum filled his eager mouth. Sceptile did not disappoint; his warm, intimate fluids poured into his lover's receptive body, Ash not allowing a single drop to escape as the delicious juices coated his tastebuds. Delicious... was an understatement. The flavour was divine, not because of its sweetness, or bitterness; no, it was the thick, gloopy texture combined with the deep, intoxicating flavour of a male Pokémon in full sexual arousal that made the substance better than anything he had ever known.

The large orgasm continued for a few moments, allowing Ash to gulp down a fair amount of his Pokémon's fresh sperm. In a very intimate gesture, Sceptile pulled back swiftly and gripped his own spurting shaft, squeezing it gently as he allowed the last few splatters of his gooey seed to land against his master's face. Ash smiled as he felt the warmth against his cheeks, forehead and nose as the forest Pokémon ejaculated against him, marking him truly as his own. When Sceptile's mighty climax finally tapered off, he leant against the tree, gasping in exhausted, yet satisfied, pleasure. He looked down at his trainer, smiling as he saw his own pungent cum coating the submissive male. He was even further surprised when Ash looked up at him, opening his mouth to show that it was still full to the brim with his heated, creamy semen.

He allowed Sceptile the pleasure of seeing his cum-filled mouth before closing it gently, not wanting to let the opportunity pass. His tongue moved slowly around his mouth, savouring the thick, gloopy mating fluids as they were pushed around his inner mouth. The pungent semen tasted of everything he had ever desired, it reminded him of his place as Sceptile's breeding partner. It got everywhere, the sticky sperm coating his teeth and stimulating his tastebuds as he savoured the fresh Pokémon spunk he had been so honoured to receive. Sceptile found it incredibly arousing to watch as his lover took his time allowing the strong-smelling seed to mark him both inside and out, surprise yet pleased at how devoted his trainer really was. It was almost a minute before Ash decided he should finish the job, giving the thick, heated semen a last swirl around his mouth before tilting his head back and gulping it down.

The large, gooey load joined the rest in his belly, and the trainer licked his lips as he sighed contentedly
"Thank you, my love," Ash whispered sensually, and reached up to his face to scoop the remainder of the viscous cream off his face. His hand was suddenly blocked by Sceptile's, and he realised that the Pokémon would not allow him the ability to clean himself off. He was now truly at the command of his Pokémon, at least for the time being.
"You want me to wear it?" he asked with a blush, and Sceptile nodded dominantly. He wanted to see his trainer display his seed with pride, to let the world know that he had claimed him as his own mate, now and forever. Ash knew better than to ask when he would be allowed to remove it; Sceptile would be the one to decide when, or if, he would be able to savour the last of the forest Pokémon's ejaculate.

Beneath the cover of a shady, wonderful tree, a human and a Pokémon lay together, holding one another in a loving embrace. His face coated in splatters of fresh, pungent semen, Ash smiled as the smell filled his nose, marked by his lover at last. Their bond unbreakable, Sceptile would enjoy his mate's sperm-coated expression, and as his paw slowly wandered down towards Ash's virgin rear, many more pleasures before the night carried them off to sleep.
With a smile and a long, passionate kiss, Ash slipped into the land of dreams that night with a new outlook on life, and a new lover to call his own.

And, he thought with a wince, a very sore ass.