Story Notes:
CONTAINS MALE TRAINER x HERMAPHRODITE GARDEVOIR! consider yourself warned!on a side note, if you believe in the phrase "Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me" then this might be a story for you. If not, dont read it. this will just be a waste of your time and make you want to gouge your eyes out!
It Happens
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"I can't believe you put me up against a Metagross. Are you mental or do you really just like watching me get my ass kicked. What posessed you to throw a psychic type at that thing when you have a frikkin Charizard?" The Gardevoir didn't seem the least bit amused with her trainer who had been shaking his head for the past 15 minutes while being berrated by his pokemon.
You remember that kid from class who always did good on tests and buttered up the teacher with answers to all of their questions? That is this kid, though unfortunately he may have been great at his studies and answering questions, he apparently was lacking in the 'life skills' to do what he was taught to do. "I'm trying the best I can. it wasn't that hard catching my pokemon and raising them but those other trainers are in a whole different league! Do you think you could do any better!?"
"I know i wouldn't pull such dumbass moves as that, and perhaps if i had taken all of those classes i would be mopping the floor with these punks. Can we just get home already? i really need a shower and half a bottle of asprin for my head right now." She shifted the bandage on her head a little to scratch an itch under it. Her shoulder and chest was also heavily bandaged, most likely from the powered up metal claw delivered during the fight.
The rest of the trip home passed similarly, with a lot of grumbling and cursing, and true to her word Gardevoir downed half a bottle of asprin and headed to the shower. Her trainer sat on his couch staring at his hands, wonderring just what he was going to do. Yeah sure he was top of his class but being out in the field is so much different from the books and doing it 'by the books' is too predictable for a battle. He decided to sleep on it and see if he could come up with any ideas the next day.
'Next day' came and passed with nothing to show for it besides a little practice for his pokemon. Gardevoir was sitting in a lawn chair not far from him watching his other pokemon since she wasn't in shape to do much training today, let alone moving. He kept glancing at her, apologetic for the day before, but also wanting to ask for advice. She never looked at him though, always looking forward, always analyzing, and when he recalled his team to head inside she didn't follow. She actually stayed out for a good hour before limping back inside. He figured she didn't want to deal with him today and after dinner he headed to his room for the night.
Though he didn't know it, Gardevoir had been reading his mind all day. Picking through it, his memories, decisions, and analyzing them all to figure out why he sucked so bad. The biggest kicker for her was when a dream had been uncovered. The dream set him and her together in passion but something was off. He didn't come to her, she came to him, guided him, and did most of the work. Never once in the dream did he make a decision, though technically what happened was what he wanted but he had wanted her to make all of the decisions for him.
She silently followed him into his room and when he turned around to shut it, she was there, holding it open, "you are weak."
It was a massive slap in the face for him, stinging every sensation of his being. Part of his mind was screaming at him to retaliate, but most of his mind was agreeing with her, "wh- what?"
"You are weak willed. You are not fit to be a leader."
"I- I am not! I a- am strong! I can lead!"
"No. You can't. Just admit it before you embarass yourself more than you have."
"You're wrong! I can lead us to be great!"
"Prove it then. Right here, right now."
"I wil- .... wait, what? What do you mean 'right now'?"
"Like i said, you are not fit to lead," with that she used a light psychic pulse and pushed him back and onto his bed. "You can't even comprehend how to make your own dreams come true." She stood next to his bed and slowly used her psychic abilties to unbuckle his pants.
"N- no! You can't do this! I am your master!"
"My... master? You can't stop me, let alone have the will to try. What makes you my master? You are my trainer but you have yet to prove you are a 'master' of anything." His pullover sweater began to tear from the neck, slowly towards his undone pants.
When he tried to get up she decided it was time to put him in his place. An outstretched palm towards him and now he was pinned to the bed by psychic bonds which clamped his wrists and ankles tightly. She continued tearing off his shirt and started pulling down his pants as well. He was already starting to get a hardon which gave her another chuckle, "you have go to be kidding me. That's it? No wonder you can't lead, you dont even have an 'ego' worth working for."
Now he was getting ready to cry, not only was he going to be raped by his Gardevoir, but she had destroyed any ego he may have had left. Little did he know, she had other plans for him. With a smirk, she used her psychic abilities to stroke his member, teasing him, tormenting him. Every time he started getting close she would stop or cause a pinch point, hurting him and killing his buzz. "I tire of this game, come here and pleasure me."
The shackles remained but they didn't have the restricting pressure any longer, allowing him to move. When he tried to speak, call out, he found a new restraint over his mouth. She stepped over, now holding him again and started lowering her stockings. Her trainer was shocked to find a thick, long cock poke out of the front of her dress when she stood back upright, "and to answer your question i know you are thinking, no i am not a guy. Now get to work."
He looked up at her like she was crazy and tried to scoot back on the bed away from her. A spectral leash and collar apeared around his neck and attached to Gardevoir's hand. "Now now, we can't be having that. Be a good boi or pay the price!" When he didn't comply he found the leash tightened and pulled him to the floor. Things were going downhill and he wanted to get away but he was pulled up by his wrists until his feet barely touched the floor.
"This doesn't have to be painful. Just do as i say and you won't suffer." He still struggled in his bonds though, refusing to accept what was happenning, as a scream escaped him when a sharp slash arcced across his back. Behind him, Gardevoir had the leash in her left hand and a whip of similar consistensy to the leash in her right. It was four feet long and seemed to have multiple strands, hard as they were to see being transparent.
He was appalled at what he was forced to endure: beatten into submission by his own pokemon. As if he didn't get teased enough as it was from the embarassing battles he has lost, this was going to make life even worse. He was trying to think up a way to get out of his 'situation' when a blinding pain shot across his legs. His grandfather's wooden cane that he kept as rememberance rested on his shoulder from behind, the lightened half of it up, and only now did he realize why it had a lightened tint to the half of it. It pulled back and this time he felt it across his shoulders. The whip strikes weren't so bad, being mental pains they faded fast, but these strikes left lingering pains that worsened over time. Another strike just below his buttocks and he was nearly in tears. He steeled himself, breaking wasn't an option and he still needed to find a way out of this.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft touch. A feather was floating across his body, tickling and disctracting, finishing by rubbing across the end of his prick before the pain returned to his back. He was so disctracted that his predicament had escaped his thought until now, and was brought to the forefront of his concious with blinding force. The blow from the cane had nearly made him orgasm from his state of bliss being shattered, and caused an apiffany. If he didn't brace for the hits, didn't resist the hits, the effect on his psyche was different. As if to confirm his thoughts, another blow while he was absorbed in his thoughts, this time the mental whip, and the effect was profound. The sensation of the strike was sharpened, but the pain dulled to an almost pleasurable degree.
Gardevoir noticed the change in his demeanor, but hadn't been paying attention enough to know what really happened to her trainer's thoughts, mistaking the change for him steeling his thoughts. she reached out with a psychic hand and started to rub his member, albeit with some difficulty. Trying to concentrate on something so small while maintaining a hold on his bonds, gag, and the whip took more effort than she thought it worth but continued anyways. One corner of her mouth turned up when a gasp left the trainer's mouth followed by a shuddering moan from an orgasm in sync with the whip striking him across his buttocks. He slumped over panting, exhausted, too weak to resist any longer and merely hanging from the bonds on his wrists.
His bonds were lowered but not released as he shrunk down onto his knees, thankful to be down but not aware of what was planned next. A light upturn took his lips as his chest was slowly lowered to the flooring but his breathing stopped with a gasp when a hot, hard rod was rubbed between his thighs, collecting sweat and semen that had gathered there. "You know, I get a feeling that you liked that. May not have been a fantasy of your but it still hit that mark. I wonder if this," her tip was placed up against his anus, "will strike your fancy as well?"
she had a belief that a little pain is acceptable, if not prefered, for any person who is penetrated for the first time. A cherry may not have been between her legs but everyone knows what a girl has to go through on that first thrust into their womanhoods, so here she was about to give that first sensation to her trainer that was so red across his back and ass that he looked like a cherry that needed to be popped. As her member began applying pressure to his hole she could feel him quivering trying to relax either out of fear or anticipation, the two emotions so thick in the air it was hard to discern between the two. A little more pressure and he started gritting his teeth, wondering why his gardevoir's penis was so thick being a herm, but that thought was interrupted by the tip reaching beyond his sphincter with an almost audible pop. He sighed in relief and moaned as his prostate was rubbed from the inside, and more as the sensation moved deeper within his hidden depths.
Gardevoir was trying extremely hard not to giggle like a schoolgirl as the realization struck home: she had a new sex toy that wasn't conjured or latex. Using a light amount of levitation to avoid bruised knees she levitated half an inch over the ground and began pistonning into her new bitch with fervor. A hard slap across his ass and the reactive yelp proved it was too much for a first timer as he clenched around the rod buried within him and slightly tore himself, a light red streak forming on her white member. He will need to be broken in a little further before progressing to more 'advanced' techniques was her only concern.
The trainer wanted so badly to rub himself while his backside was ravaged but he was too tired to lift his arm, the bliss of orgasm just barely out of reach, thus his needs were answered by the psychic pounding his ass with a spectral hand to rub across his member and ballsac. When the rubbing moved to only his sack he almost sighed in defeat when a soft, warm touch enveloped his member. The real hand felt so much better than the spectral touch of psychic abilities. Gentle, warm, soft, and the light raking of her nails across his shaft were blissful, leading him to a quick orgasm. Gardevoir was soon to follow as her shaft was gripped and massaged by her boi, gasping with a mental release of pure bliss which she was sure everyone within a mile would be feeling the 'effects' from. As she pulled out she was happy that her trainer hadn't made a mess on her member since he wasn't properly cleaned for such activities so a quick rince in the bathroom was all that was required.
The next morning a collar had appeared on his neck that was bought for his houndoom originally but since it was rejected the place it resided was his top drawer. He didn't mind so much and actually enjoyed it to a point, forgetting it was there as they walked into the gym for another attempt at a badge. Gardevoir spoke up first with a "lets do this," which he gave a simple reply.
"Yes mistress."Chapter End Notes:yargh... enjoy, or dont. review, rant, rave, or dont. up to you. i'm not exactly expecting much of a response from this. on a side note, think up something i 'should' add to this? let me know, it might work its way in there as a repair
"I can't believe you put me up against a Metagross. Are you mental or do you really just like watching me get my ass kicked. What posessed you to throw a psychic type at that thing when you have a frikkin Charizard?" The Gardevoir didn't seem the least bit amused with her trainer who had been shaking his head for the past 15 minutes while being berrated by his pokemon.
You remember that kid from class who always did good on tests and buttered up the teacher with answers to all of their questions? That is this kid, though unfortunately he may have been great at his studies and answering questions, he apparently was lacking in the 'life skills' to do what he was taught to do. "I'm trying the best I can. it wasn't that hard catching my pokemon and raising them but those other trainers are in a whole different league! Do you think you could do any better!?"
"I know i wouldn't pull such dumbass moves as that, and perhaps if i had taken all of those classes i would be mopping the floor with these punks. Can we just get home already? i really need a shower and half a bottle of asprin for my head right now." She shifted the bandage on her head a little to scratch an itch under it. Her shoulder and chest was also heavily bandaged, most likely from the powered up metal claw delivered during the fight.
The rest of the trip home passed similarly, with a lot of grumbling and cursing, and true to her word Gardevoir downed half a bottle of asprin and headed to the shower. Her trainer sat on his couch staring at his hands, wonderring just what he was going to do. Yeah sure he was top of his class but being out in the field is so much different from the books and doing it 'by the books' is too predictable for a battle. He decided to sleep on it and see if he could come up with any ideas the next day.
'Next day' came and passed with nothing to show for it besides a little practice for his pokemon. Gardevoir was sitting in a lawn chair not far from him watching his other pokemon since she wasn't in shape to do much training today, let alone moving. He kept glancing at her, apologetic for the day before, but also wanting to ask for advice. She never looked at him though, always looking forward, always analyzing, and when he recalled his team to head inside she didn't follow. She actually stayed out for a good hour before limping back inside. He figured she didn't want to deal with him today and after dinner he headed to his room for the night.
Though he didn't know it, Gardevoir had been reading his mind all day. Picking through it, his memories, decisions, and analyzing them all to figure out why he sucked so bad. The biggest kicker for her was when a dream had been uncovered. The dream set him and her together in passion but something was off. He didn't come to her, she came to him, guided him, and did most of the work. Never once in the dream did he make a decision, though technically what happened was what he wanted but he had wanted her to make all of the decisions for him.
She silently followed him into his room and when he turned around to shut it, she was there, holding it open, "you are weak."
It was a massive slap in the face for him, stinging every sensation of his being. Part of his mind was screaming at him to retaliate, but most of his mind was agreeing with her, "wh- what?"
"You are weak willed. You are not fit to be a leader."
"I- I am not! I a- am strong! I can lead!"
"No. You can't. Just admit it before you embarass yourself more than you have."
"You're wrong! I can lead us to be great!"
"Prove it then. Right here, right now."
"I wil- .... wait, what? What do you mean 'right now'?"
"Like i said, you are not fit to lead," with that she used a light psychic pulse and pushed him back and onto his bed. "You can't even comprehend how to make your own dreams come true." She stood next to his bed and slowly used her psychic abilties to unbuckle his pants.
"N- no! You can't do this! I am your master!"
"My... master? You can't stop me, let alone have the will to try. What makes you my master? You are my trainer but you have yet to prove you are a 'master' of anything." His pullover sweater began to tear from the neck, slowly towards his undone pants.
When he tried to get up she decided it was time to put him in his place. An outstretched palm towards him and now he was pinned to the bed by psychic bonds which clamped his wrists and ankles tightly. She continued tearing off his shirt and started pulling down his pants as well. He was already starting to get a hardon which gave her another chuckle, "you have go to be kidding me. That's it? No wonder you can't lead, you dont even have an 'ego' worth working for."
Now he was getting ready to cry, not only was he going to be raped by his Gardevoir, but she had destroyed any ego he may have had left. Little did he know, she had other plans for him. With a smirk, she used her psychic abilities to stroke his member, teasing him, tormenting him. Every time he started getting close she would stop or cause a pinch point, hurting him and killing his buzz. "I tire of this game, come here and pleasure me."
The shackles remained but they didn't have the restricting pressure any longer, allowing him to move. When he tried to speak, call out, he found a new restraint over his mouth. She stepped over, now holding him again and started lowering her stockings. Her trainer was shocked to find a thick, long cock poke out of the front of her dress when she stood back upright, "and to answer your question i know you are thinking, no i am not a guy. Now get to work."
He looked up at her like she was crazy and tried to scoot back on the bed away from her. A spectral leash and collar apeared around his neck and attached to Gardevoir's hand. "Now now, we can't be having that. Be a good boi or pay the price!" When he didn't comply he found the leash tightened and pulled him to the floor. Things were going downhill and he wanted to get away but he was pulled up by his wrists until his feet barely touched the floor.
"This doesn't have to be painful. Just do as i say and you won't suffer." He still struggled in his bonds though, refusing to accept what was happenning, as a scream escaped him when a sharp slash arcced across his back. Behind him, Gardevoir had the leash in her left hand and a whip of similar consistensy to the leash in her right. It was four feet long and seemed to have multiple strands, hard as they were to see being transparent.
He was appalled at what he was forced to endure: beatten into submission by his own pokemon. As if he didn't get teased enough as it was from the embarassing battles he has lost, this was going to make life even worse. He was trying to think up a way to get out of his 'situation' when a blinding pain shot across his legs. His grandfather's wooden cane that he kept as rememberance rested on his shoulder from behind, the lightened half of it up, and only now did he realize why it had a lightened tint to the half of it. It pulled back and this time he felt it across his shoulders. The whip strikes weren't so bad, being mental pains they faded fast, but these strikes left lingering pains that worsened over time. Another strike just below his buttocks and he was nearly in tears. He steeled himself, breaking wasn't an option and he still needed to find a way out of this.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft touch. A feather was floating across his body, tickling and disctracting, finishing by rubbing across the end of his prick before the pain returned to his back. He was so disctracted that his predicament had escaped his thought until now, and was brought to the forefront of his concious with blinding force. The blow from the cane had nearly made him orgasm from his state of bliss being shattered, and caused an apiffany. If he didn't brace for the hits, didn't resist the hits, the effect on his psyche was different. As if to confirm his thoughts, another blow while he was absorbed in his thoughts, this time the mental whip, and the effect was profound. The sensation of the strike was sharpened, but the pain dulled to an almost pleasurable degree.
Gardevoir noticed the change in his demeanor, but hadn't been paying attention enough to know what really happened to her trainer's thoughts, mistaking the change for him steeling his thoughts. she reached out with a psychic hand and started to rub his member, albeit with some difficulty. Trying to concentrate on something so small while maintaining a hold on his bonds, gag, and the whip took more effort than she thought it worth but continued anyways. One corner of her mouth turned up when a gasp left the trainer's mouth followed by a shuddering moan from an orgasm in sync with the whip striking him across his buttocks. He slumped over panting, exhausted, too weak to resist any longer and merely hanging from the bonds on his wrists.
His bonds were lowered but not released as he shrunk down onto his knees, thankful to be down but not aware of what was planned next. A light upturn took his lips as his chest was slowly lowered to the flooring but his breathing stopped with a gasp when a hot, hard rod was rubbed between his thighs, collecting sweat and semen that had gathered there. "You know, I get a feeling that you liked that. May not have been a fantasy of your but it still hit that mark. I wonder if this," her tip was placed up against his anus, "will strike your fancy as well?"
she had a belief that a little pain is acceptable, if not prefered, for any person who is penetrated for the first time. A cherry may not have been between her legs but everyone knows what a girl has to go through on that first thrust into their womanhoods, so here she was about to give that first sensation to her trainer that was so red across his back and ass that he looked like a cherry that needed to be popped. As her member began applying pressure to his hole she could feel him quivering trying to relax either out of fear or anticipation, the two emotions so thick in the air it was hard to discern between the two. A little more pressure and he started gritting his teeth, wondering why his gardevoir's penis was so thick being a herm, but that thought was interrupted by the tip reaching beyond his sphincter with an almost audible pop. He sighed in relief and moaned as his prostate was rubbed from the inside, and more as the sensation moved deeper within his hidden depths.
Gardevoir was trying extremely hard not to giggle like a schoolgirl as the realization struck home: she had a new sex toy that wasn't conjured or latex. Using a light amount of levitation to avoid bruised knees she levitated half an inch over the ground and began pistonning into her new bitch with fervor. A hard slap across his ass and the reactive yelp proved it was too much for a first timer as he clenched around the rod buried within him and slightly tore himself, a light red streak forming on her white member. He will need to be broken in a little further before progressing to more 'advanced' techniques was her only concern.
The trainer wanted so badly to rub himself while his backside was ravaged but he was too tired to lift his arm, the bliss of orgasm just barely out of reach, thus his needs were answered by the psychic pounding his ass with a spectral hand to rub across his member and ballsac. When the rubbing moved to only his sack he almost sighed in defeat when a soft, warm touch enveloped his member. The real hand felt so much better than the spectral touch of psychic abilities. Gentle, warm, soft, and the light raking of her nails across his shaft were blissful, leading him to a quick orgasm. Gardevoir was soon to follow as her shaft was gripped and massaged by her boi, gasping with a mental release of pure bliss which she was sure everyone within a mile would be feeling the 'effects' from. As she pulled out she was happy that her trainer hadn't made a mess on her member since he wasn't properly cleaned for such activities so a quick rince in the bathroom was all that was required.
The next morning a collar had appeared on his neck that was bought for his houndoom originally but since it was rejected the place it resided was his top drawer. He didn't mind so much and actually enjoyed it to a point, forgetting it was there as they walked into the gym for another attempt at a badge. Gardevoir spoke up first with a "lets do this," which he gave a simple reply.
"Yes mistress."Chapter End Notes:yargh... enjoy, or dont. review, rant, rave, or dont. up to you. i'm not exactly expecting much of a response from this. on a side note, think up something i 'should' add to this? let me know, it might work its way in there as a repair