A full week had slipped by since we first stepped into Viridian Forest.
The days blurred together in a haze of sweat, fire, and endless training.
Mornings started with training that left our bodies drenched in sweat. Afternoons turned into real fights against any wild Pokémon that wandered too close.
While evenings stretched deep into the night... where Charmander, Eevee, and I pushed each other in ways that left us all flushed, breathless, and somehow closer than before.
And in just seven short days, Charmander had changed a lot.
The little lizard who used to blush and look away at every glance now stood taller. Her shoulders squared with quiet pride.
Her tail flame burned brighter and steadier, no longer flickering like a nervous candle.
Those big blue eyes still carried a soft trace of shyness when they met mine... but now something warmer glowed inside them too. A growing confidence. A spark of boldness that made my chest tighten every time I saw it.
She had earned every bit of it the hard way.
Flamethrower had taken hours of careful breathing and unyielding determination. She would stand in the clearing, chest heaving, forcing her inner fire out again and again until her throat ached from the effort.
Spelon Berries helped too, their spicy heat feeding and strengthening the flames burning inside her.
Iron Tail came next, after endless swings against rocks and thick tree trunks. Each strike grew heavier, more precise, until her tail rang like metal on impact.
Scratch sharpened on its own during close-quarters fights. Her claws could now easily slice through bark with clean, swift cuts.
Her stamina had jumped too. What used to leave her panting after a few minutes barely slowed her down now.
Long runs through the trees built her endurance. The long nights filled with heat, soft gasps, and relentless teasing pushed her even further.
Eevee had not stayed on the sidelines either.
She had grown stronger in her own quiet way. While Charmander focused on raw power and new moves, Eevee worked on control and quick thinking.
She could shift between moves so smoothly now, adapting to whatever the moment needed.
Right now she stood near my feet, ears perked and tail swaying gently. She was ready to jump in if anything went wrong.
As she was still the strongest in both ability and stamina.
After all those years together, she could keep going for several long, intense rounds with me at night... far more than Charmander, who still melted into a cute, exhausted puddle after just one.
…By now we had pushed deeper into the forest.
Currently Charmander stood in the middle of a small clearing, eyes locked on her opponent.
"Scyther!" the bug cried, its voice sharp like a blade.
"Charmander!" she answered, her tail flame flaring bright with excitement.
The Scyther did not wait. It vanished in a blur, then shot forward with Quick Attack, blades slicing through the air.
"Dodge left, then Scratch!" I called out right away.
Charmander twisted away at the last second. The blades whistled past her scales.
As the Scyther flew by, she lashed out fast. Her claws raked across its side with a sharp screech of sparks.
It did not even slow down. It spun around in the same smooth motion.
In a flicker, its body split. One became two... then five. Double Team filled the air with identical copies circling her.
"Stay calm," I said, my voice steady. "Flamethrower, wide arc!"
Charmander planted her feet. Heat built deep in her chest. Then she let it out in a roaring sweep of flames that lit up the dim forest like a sunset.
The fire tore through the copies. Two vanished in puffs of smoke.
The real Scyther dropped its Double Team and leaped high, trying to dodge the rest… but Charmander had already learned from our training. She kept the stream going, turning her head to track it.
"Scyther!" Seeing the attack didn't stop, it pressed forward.
Its arm blades glowed as it came crashing down with Brick Break, cutting straight through the flames.
"Use Iron Tail, hit it back!" I shouted.
Charmander reacted in an instant. Her tail hardened with a metallic shine. She swung it upward like a hammer.
The two collided mid-air with a loud clang that shook the leaves. A shockwave rippled out, sending dust swirling across the ground.
Scyther flipped back and landed lightly. Charmander slid one step, then held her ground.
This one was strong. Stronger than anything we had faced so far.
It did not pause. With a sharp cry, it slashed forward. Blades of compressed air shot toward her... Air Slash.
She took the hits, the force pushing her back as her feet scraped against the ground, but she held her stance.
As at the last moment, just like we had practiced, she raised her arms to guard, letting them take the brunt of the attack and shielding the rest of her body.
Thin red marks appeared along her arms.
Her eyes narrowed, burning with fire.
"Char...mander!" she growled, low and fierce.
Pride swelled warm in my chest. This was her toughest fight yet, and she was still pushing hard.
"Ember to distract, then close in with Scratch!" I ordered.
Small flames burst out like scattered fireworks. The Scyther weaved through them, but the distraction gave her just enough time.
Charmander closed the gap fast. Her claws slashed deep across its chest.
"Scyther!" It shot back with another Quick Attack, slamming into her side.
She skidded across the dirt. She coughed once, but her flame never flickered.
She looked straight at me, eyes bright with trust, waiting for the next command.
I felt that trust right back.
"Finish this. Flamethrower, full power!"
She drew in the deepest breath yet. Her whole body glowed red with inner heat.
The flames that burst forward were thicker, hotter, roaring like a living wave. They swallowed the Scyther whole.
The bug tried one last Air Slash, but the fire ate it up. It cried out in pain, then collapsed, unconscious.
Silence settled over the clearing.
Charmander stood there, chest rising and falling fast. Sweat and dirt glistened on her warm scales, making them shine softly in the faint forest light. She had never looked more alive, more beautiful, more sexy and hot.
The defeated Scyther lay unconscious on the ground.
I took out an empty Poké Ball and threw it.
It hit and bounced off Scyther before snapping open with a flash of red light.
The light quickly engulfed it, pulling it inside as the ball fell to the ground. It shook once… twice… three times… and finally clicked shut.
Just as I was about to walk over and pick it up, a bright white light suddenly wrapped around Charmander.
The glow grew stronger, almost blinding.
Her body began to change. Her limbs stretched longer, her frame growing taller and sharper.
The flame on her tail flared wildly like a bonfire, casting flickering light across the clearing.
The light pulsed one final time.
A powerful, triumphant roar tore from her throat.
"CHARRRRRRRMELEON!"
Charmander had evolved…
The thought still buzzed electric in my veins as I picked up the Poké Ball containing my newly caught Pokémon.
My cock throbbed hard against my pants, thick and heavy, already leaking at the idea of how much hotter and tighter her pussy would feel now that she'd grown into this sleek new form.
I'd watched the blinding light swallow her in the clearing. The battle was over. Now I needed to see her, every new curve, every inch waiting to be claimed…
I walked straight to the Charmeleon, who was standing tall in the sunlight. Her mouth now lined up perfectly with my throbbing cock.
No more kneeling.
No more awkward bending.
From now on she could just open those hot lips, and swallow me down comfortably while I stood.
Fuck, she looked perfect.
Her body had turned sleek and more feminine.
Smooth red scales hugged every new swell and dip, gleaming with that inner heat that made the air shimmer around her.
A soft pink underbelly stretched across her stomach, dipping down toward the puffy, glistening slit between her thick thighs.
Sharp white claws tipped her fingers and toes, catching the light with every small movement, dangerous little points that only made her look sexier.
Wide hips flared out invitingly, begging to be gripped. Her long, powerful tail swayed behind her, the bigger flame at the tip flaring brighter with every excited flick.
One sharp horn curved back from her head, framing a face that was still cute but now carried a bold, confident edge.
Those big blue eyes locked onto mine as I stood right in front of her.
A small, knowing smirk curved her snout.
The nervous little Charmander was gone. In her place stood a sleek, powerful Charmeleon who knew exactly what she wanted.
For half a second I wondered if the evolution had made her more rebellious.
But it didn't matter. If she tried, I'd just pin her down and fuck her harder, deeper, until she melted back into my perfect, dripping little slut.
She tilted her head up at me, then slowly turned. Her hips rolled in a smooth, teasing circle, like she was dancing just for me.
The motion made her thick ass cheeks flex slightly, her long tail curling out of the way.
Her legs parted just enough to show off her slick pussy, now even wetter and more inviting, lips glistening with arousal.
"Charmeleon~♡" she purred, her voice low and throaty, full of that same warm affection as before, sweet, possessive, and dripping with lust just for me.
I grinned wide with relief.
Even after evolving, she was still my perfect girl.
That week of hard, relentless training at night, had worked perfectly… no need to tame her again. She was still the same eager, cock-hungry little slut deep down…
"Looks like I'll have to give you a very special reward today, Charmeleon."
Her eyes lit up with excitement.
While her mind, flooded with vivid images of my thick cock slamming deep, stretching her wide, pounding her until she screamed in pleasure and her juices ran down her thighs…
While those dirty images still burned in her head, I glanced over at Eevee. The little fluffball had already padded closer, fluffy tail swishing fast, eyes bright with need.
"Let's set up camp early, girls."
"Char~♡"
"Vee~♡"
Both of them knew exactly what an early camp meant.
More time for their Trainer to reward them until they turn senseless...
-x-X-x-
Eevee and Charmeleon helped set up camp this time.
Normally they felt too tired after a full day of training and left most of it to me. But today we had stopped early.
Both still brimmed with energy, so I simply told them what to handle.
Eevee darted around with fluffy speed and clever little paws, taking care of every small task perfectly.
Charmeleon used her increased strength and stronger flames for the heavier work.
Her sleek red body moved with new confidence, every step showing off the power she had gained.
Meanwhile, I sat down on the folding stool beside the low portable table, its surface barely reaching my knees, and started preparing dinner.
My knife sliced cleanly through the crisp vegetables in smooth, steady strokes.
More than a week in the wild had sharpened my cooking skills and it wasn't just something that needed to be done anymore…
Making meals for my girls had become one of the ways I showed them love and not to mention the quiet rhythm of chopping also helped in distracting me.
But only a little…
Even now my cock stayed half-hard.
Thick and heavy in my pants.
It ached with the constant need to bury itself deep inside their tight, eager holes.
While I stayed busy, Charmeleon pulled a small box from the bag and set it carefully in the cleared spot.
For half a second she hesitated.
The first time she had pressed that button as a Charmander, the sudden whirr-click had startled her badly. She had yelped and hid behind my legs.
Now she lifted her chin, pressed the button with confidence, and quickly stepped back.
A soft mechanical hum filled the air. The box unfolded outward. Panels snapped into place. Supports extended. Within seconds, the tent stood fully formed.
Charmeleon crossed her arms proudly.
Much better char…
Though, I barely glanced at it.
After so many years here, auto-tents were nothing new. I kept chopping, focusing on the vegetables.
Some time later…
Two silent little shadows slipped beneath the table.
I didn't need to look down.
I already knew exactly who they were.
The one with soft fur brushing against my leg was Eevee. The other, smooth scales warm with inner heat, was Charmeleon.
Their bodies pressed close against my legs.
A low, eager mix of "Vee~♡" and "Char~♡" rose from beneath the table. Warm and dripping with familiar affection.
The sound and their heat hit me hard.
My cock twitched violently inside my pants. It swelled fast and heavy, already leaking at the tip.
These two are so needy… Crawling under the table like desperate cock-hungry pets before dinner had even started. I loved how well my training had worked on them.
A quick zipper pull came from two eager mouths working together.
Cool air kissed my skin for half a second. Then their hot, hungry mouths claimed my thick, throbbing cock…
Eevee went first.
Her soft pink tongue lapped lovingly at the base. Warm and gentle. She traced slow, wet stripes up the underside. She nuzzled closer with a happy "Vee~♡," licking me with pure, affectionate need.
Then Charmeleon joined in.
The sudden rush of searing heat nearly buckled my knees. Her hotter tongue dragged along the other side. Slick and burning. It wrapped my shaft like molten silk.
The filthy contrast made my cock pulse wildly. Eevee's gentle warmth against Charmeleon's blazing heat felt incredible.
Their hungry mouths worked together, driving me crazy with every lick.
Charmeleon's scorching tongue slid up and down with confident strokes, thick warm saliva dripping from it as she looked up at me with those confident blue eyes as if asking, Do you like it… Char~♡!"
"Fuck… yes, I like it…" I groaned, voice rough and low. Your heat is driving me insane, Charmeleon… so fucking good…"
Hearing this Eevee felt herself losing the battle for my shaft. The fluffy Pokémon let out a soft, jealous whine.
So she moved lower…
She sucked one heavy orb into her warm mouth, then the other. Her little mouth stretched full around my balls.
The sudden gentle suction made my knees nearly buckle. Sharp sparks of pleasure shot straight up my spine.
Goddamn… Eevee's warm little mouth nursing my balls feels way too good with Charmeleon on my cock…
Feeling my strong reaction, Eevee happily swirled her soft tongue faster around them with loving care.
They feel so heavy and full today, she thought. I love taking care of Master like this Vee~♡…!
Charmeleon noticed Eevee's move right away. With a determined glint in her eyes, she claimed the swollen head. Her lips stretched wide around my girth.
She relaxed her throat and pushed down greedily. This time she took every inch. Her nose pressed flush against my stomach.
The tight, burning heat of her throat squeezed me perfectly.
Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the air beneath the table. "Slurp… gluck… slurp~!"
I moved the hand from the vegetables and knife down to their heads.
"That's it… good girls…" I murmured, as my hands gently stroked through Eevee's soft fur and Charmeleon's smooth scales.
They moaned louder in reply. Eevee's soft "Eevee~♡!" mixed sweetly with Charmeleon's hotter "Charmeleon~♡!"
Driven by the praise, both Pokémon picked up the pace.
…
By the time the food was perfectly cooked, I had already pumped a thick load down each of their throats.
First into Charmeleon's scorching throat.
Thick ropes of hot cum shot so forcefully that she had to swallow fast to keep up. A little overflow still leaked from the corners of her snout and dripped messily down her cream-colored chest.
After a short while, I slowly pulled out of her with a wet pop.
Eevee eagerly scrambled forward for her turn, her fluffy tail wagging with innocent excitement.
My long, thick cock at the end of the second round, slid straight down her trained throat until it reached deep into her stomach.
I gripped her soft ears gently and pumped the second massive load directly into her belly. Her throat rippled and squeezed around every inch as she swallowed happily.
So much Vee~♡…
…
I sighed and looked down at the two stuffed Pokémon. Their bellies looked a little rounder. Faces flushed. Chins shiny with cum.
"Looks like you two aren't eating dinner tonight," I said with a smile.
I had planned a nice massage and proper food like always. But today they had already filled their bellies. I wondered if it would cause any diet issues…
But then decided to ignore it... Once or twice wouldn't hurt.
…Right?
And I loved seeing them like this, well-fed on my cum instead.
I glanced at the cooked food, "…And who is going to eat this now?"
-x-X-x-
Then it hit me.
I had caught a new Pokémon today.
I took out the Poké Ball from my belt and pressed the center button, and the ball expanded instantly in my hand until it was about the size of a large orange.
While with my other hand I pulled out the Pokédex…
You might be wondering why I had taken the Pokédex out… and whether this was the only Pokémon I had caught after all this time…
The answer simply was…
NO,
It wasn't the only one.
I had caught plenty over the past week. But every time one looked promising, it turned out to be male.
It's not that I hated males.
But my desires simply ran far too deep for anything other than female Pokémon. Strong, beautiful females… and by the end of the day, melt like eager little sluts under my cock.
Useless or weak ones would only slow my journey.
So I never caught the weak ones, and released the males without hesitation.
Though I always made sure to treat their injuries first, give them food and water, and send them off, after giving my special message…
After all, I still loved every Pokémon, male or female.
That much never changed.
And as for why I was aiming the Pokédex at the Poké Ball…
That story started before my journey ever began. When I was still a small child.
My parents had taken me to visit Professor Oak's lab. As our family had poured a lot of money into his research over the years, so the Professor easily made time for us.
Back then I had asked him a simple question. Can the Pokédex scan the gender of a Pokémon?
He had shaken his head at first.
"Not yet."
I was visibly disappointed.
Seeing that, he asked why it mattered.
I told him it would be incredibly useful for studying the strength differences between males and females in battle and training.
As a researcher, his eyes lit up with excitement. He agreed it was a brilliant idea and promised to add the feature.
Thanks to that conversation, he upgraded every Pokédex with the new gender scanner.
Now every trainer in the region could enjoy this feature.
…
I aimed the Pokédex at the Poké Ball.
The device beeped once, soft and familiar.
The screen flashed bright.
"Scyther," the Pokédex announced in its crisp mechanical voice. "Bug and Flying type. The Mantis Pokémon. Scyther is extremely fast and agile. It uses its sharp scythe-like arms to cut through prey and…"
Just as it continued speaking, I pressed the button on the left side.
"Gender: Female."
Female.
My breath caught.
A slow, filthy grin spread across my face.
I stared at the sleek red-and-white sphere, pulse already racing with dark excitement.
With a flick of my wrist, I tossed it forward. White-red light burst across the grass in a brilliant flash.
The energy swirled and took shape.
A tall, sleek figure materialized before me, blades glinting dangerously in the setting sun.
Scyther stood proud and deadly.
Though a few shallow scratches marked her sleek green exoskeleton, and faint burn marks darkened parts of her left side and one wing.
Nothing serious, but enough to show she had fought hard before being caught.
Her razor-sharp scythes still looked lethal, catching the light with deadly beauty.
Her wings folded tight against her back, and those fierce red eyes locked onto mine with wary intelligence.
Fuck… she was perfect.
My cock throbbed hard in my pants, thickening instantly at the sight of her.
I imagined pinning that fast, deadly beauty down, her sharp blades scraping the ground beside us while I fucked her senseless.
Training her until she trembled with raw power and dripping need, then rewarding her every night until she melted into my perfect, eager little slut.
She would grow stronger with me.
Much stronger.
And I would claim every tight, quivering inch of her along the way.
Scyther tilted her head, watching me closely, her scythes twitching with restrained power.
This one was going to be so much fun.
-x-X-x-
So…
This was the human who had caught her.
She had heard plenty of stories from wild Pokémon over the years.
Some spoke well of trainers. Once caught, a Pokémon no longer needed to search every day for food or wander for clean water. Wounds were treated, shelter was given, and strength could grow far beyond what the wild usually offered.
Others spoke with bitterness. They warned of being trapped in balls, cages, harsh commands, careless trainers, and freedom taken away piece by piece.
Among wild Pokémon, one rule was simple:
If you were defeated fairly, capture could be accepted.
But if the human proved weak, dishonest, or cruel…
You escaped the first chance you got.
Scyther's gaze never wavered.
She could not deny the truth.
She had lost fairly.
The memory still irritated her.
Her eyes finally shifted, landing first on the food near me, then on the two Pokémon curled beside the fire.
Eevee slept on her side. Her small belly looked round and full from dinner, and now and then her ears twitched in her sleep.
Then Scyther looked at Charmeleon.
So that little fire lizard had truly evolved.
Scyther had heard from others of her kind that their species could grow even further through evolution, changing body and strength in an instant…
Yet no matter how many battles she had fought, no such path had ever opened for her.
Charmeleon lay on her back without shame, limbs spread carelessly, mouth slightly open, deeply asleep after a good meal.
Both of them looked safe.
Both looked fed.
Both looked comfortable.
So this is how trainers treat those under them…
…
I noticed where her eyes kept drifting.
Without saying anything I reached for a wide plate. I arranged a generous portion of the hot meal I had cooked earlier and set it down a short distance in front of her.
"You can eat," I said with an easy smile. "Tell me if it tastes good."
Scyther did not move at first. Her scythe-arms stayed lifted slightly. Her body remained tense as her sharp eyes shifted between me and the plate.
She clearly expected some kind of trick.
So I simply served myself another portion. I sat beside the fire and began eating first.
Slowly.
Calmly.
Like there was nothing strange about any of this.
Scyther watched every single movement I made.
Then hunger finally won.
She stepped forward and lowered herself near the plate.
Using the sharp inner edge of one blade-arm, she neatly picked up one of the larger tofu chunks I had set aside for her, leaving the softer vegetable broth below untouched for now, since her scythe-arms would have had trouble scooping it.
Then she brought it toward her mouth.
One bite.
Her entire body froze.
"...Scy?"
Warm.
Rich.
Fresh.
Nothing like the dry scraps the forest usually offered.
She lowered her hand again. Using her blade-arms to guide more food upward.
Then another bite.
Then another.
Within moments she was eating steadily. She tried hard to keep her proud posture straight and controlled.
But her hunger showed.
She clearly wanted to devour the entire plate.
I pretended not to notice. My face stayed perfectly calm.
Inside my mind… was anything but calm.
God damn.
The way she bent over like that. That sleek green body. Those long powerful legs and dangerous scythes that made my blood run hot.
I wanted to grab those blades right now and pin them to the ground. Spread her wide and bury my thick deep inside her tight little hole.
She would glare so hard at first. Act all proud and fierce.
Then I would fuck that attitude right out of her.
Pound her senseless until those sharp eyes rolled back and she moaned like a desperate little whore.
Begging her trainer to fill her up just like my girls did every night.
My cock throbbed painfully hard against my pants. Thick and leaking…
I shifted my legs slightly to hide it.
I forced those filthy thoughts down.
Barely…
She was still new.
Trust mattered more right now.
And it wasn't as if I wanted to force myself on her. If she truly hated it, I would stop. I might even release her…
But for now I needed her to know me first, so that such a situation never arises…
"My name is Gil," I said while eating.
"I'm also the trainer of that Charmeleon who defeated you... back when she was still a Charmander."
She paused mid-bite and looked at me at once.
"I'll be honest," I continued. "I caught you because I saw potential."
Scyther slowly straightened.
Now she was listening.
"You're fast enough to vanish from sight. Your instincts are sharp. Your strikes are precise. And your courage is obvious."
I took another bite before lightly pointing my spoon toward her.
"But you waste your advantages."
Her eyes narrowed at once.
"You could have won today."
Her wings twitched sharply.
She clearly did not believe me.
"You had the speed advantage. You controlled the skies. Even after Air Slash, the pressure was still in your favor."
I leaned back slightly.
"But instead of fighting like a hunter, you chose to fight like a brute."
Scyther went completely still.
"When you used Double Team, the battle belonged to you. You should have kept moving, attacked from blind spots, and forced Charmander to burn her strength chasing shadows."
I held her gaze.
"Battle is not only claws and speed."
"It is also thinking."
Scyther stared at me for a long moment without moving.
No wild one had ever explained battle that way to her.
In the forest, strength usually meant striking harder, moving faster, or enduring longer.
That was all most knew.
"If I had been commanding you…"
"If I had been the one thinking for you..."
I said casually, bringing my spoon back to my bowl before taking another bite.
"You probably would have won."
Scyther's eyes sharpened.
Then, slowly, the pride in them shifted into thought.
For the first time since being captured, she was no longer only judging me.
She was considering me.
I smiled faintly and kept eating.
-x-X-x-
Time passed quietly…
Scyther remained exactly where she was even after the meal ended.
The plate was gone, yet she did not move. Her gaze stayed lowered, unfocused, not on the ground, not on me, but somewhere deeper, where thoughts refused to settle.
Her thoughts drifted back to the fight, to every movement, every strike, every choice she had made…
You waste your advantages.
The words echoed again and again, rubbing against her pride in a way she hated.
No one had ever spoken to her like that.
Strength was simple. You struck harder. You moved faster. You won or you lost. That was all…
No one pointed out the gaps.
No one talked about using what you already had better.
But this human had.
Her wings twitched once with quiet irritation. She had speed. Precision. Control Yet she had not used any of it fully.
Looking back now, she could feel those missed moments clearly.
And because of them, she had lost.
Her eyes lifted slightly toward me, then dropped again.
She did not like it.
But she could not ignore it either.
The thought lingered as the sky dimmed into night, the quiet slowly deepening around us…
After a while, I finally stood and stretched my shoulders.
"Come inside the tent."
Scyther stiffened instantly.
"Scyther…?"
The low, wary sound rumbled from her throat, sharp with suspicion.
I let out a small breath and gave a faint, easy smile.
"You're part of the team now," I said simply. "You don't have to sleep out here alone."
I didn't push her for an answer.
Instead, I turned toward where Eevee lay.
I bent down and scooped Eevee up with my right arm.
She and Charmeleon had both dozed off while we were still eating, too tired to stay awake any longer.
She barely stirred.
Only a soft "vee…" slipped from her as she shifted and nuzzled deeper into my chest, settling there like she belonged.
Her small warm body pressed soft and trusting against me.
My chest tightened with that familiar deep love.
My perfect little fluffball.
She had pushed herself hard today just to please me…
Then I moved to Charmeleon.
I lifted her in one smooth motion, settling her comfortably against my left side, my arm taking her weight as her body rested naturally against me.
As her weight settled into my arm, the change was impossible to miss. She felt heavier now, not just in weight, but in the solid presence of her evolved body. There was more strength there, more substance pressing warmly into my side.
"Charrr…" she let out a soft, sleepy sound. Her body shifted weakly, head lifting just a little as if she were trying to make sense of the moment.
"Relax… I've got you," I murmured softly.
At my words, her body eased, and she melted quietly into my hold, drifting back into sleep…
With Eevee resting snug in my right arm and Charmeleon tucked securely in my left, I straightened and walked toward the tent.
My cock gave a slow, heavy throb against my pants the whole way.
I couldn't wait to wake them both up properly once Scyther was settled.
Balancing both girls I straightened and headed for the tent.
Scyther followed after a short pause.
Not close.
Not trusting.
But she followed.
And that was enough for now.
…
Inside the tent, soft lighting glowed gently, while a single large bed took up most of the space, neatly arranged and waiting…
I moved to one corner of the bed and gently placed Eevee. She curled up without waking, her fluffy tail brushing against my wrist as she settled.
Then I laid Charmeleon beside her. Her tail flame flickered softly against the fabric.
But there was no need to worry.
The tent and its bedding were made from advanced protective materials, completely fireproof, waterproof, and highly heat-resistant.
The same durable fabric was used in my clothes, and in most trainer gear in this world.
So even with her tail flame brushing lightly against the bed, it would only feel warm, never burning or damaging anything…
…
While I was carefully placing Eevee and Charmeleon on the bed, Scyther watched every move with sharp, careful eyes.
I turned toward her slowly, the soft tent light catching along the edges of her sleek green exoskeleton. Up close, it was clearer now, she had taken quite a beating earlier…
"You took a lot of damage today," I said, my voice low and rough.
I stepped closer to the bed and reached into the bag, the one Charmeleon had placed there after setting up camp.
My fingers closed around something inside and pulled out a familiar white and red spray bottle.
A Super Potion.
"This is what I use on Eevee and Charmeleon after every battle," I told her, rising to my feet. I held the bottle up so she could see.
"It's a healing spray. Works fast on cuts, burns, and bruises. You can recover quickly, so nothing slows down your training."
Scyther stilled completely. "Scy…"
I stopped a short distance away and held up the bottle gently. "May I? It won't hurt. Might feel a little cold at first, but it'll help."
She hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod…
After all in the wild, she would usually ignore injuries like these or tend to them herself. But this human is actually caring about it…
Is this what having a trainer means? The question ran through her mind.
No more treating the wounds alone.
No more hiding until they heal…
While she stood thinking…
I stepped closer and carefully sprayed the cool mist across the shallow scratches and faint burn marks on her chest and arms.
My hand moved slowly on purpose.
The skin right over her chest was thin and smooth, hugging the gentle swell of something small that rose and fell with each quick breath.
It looked impossibly vulnerable, the hard surface yielding just slightly under my fingers like warm armor over something softer beneath…
I let my fingers brush lightly along the edge of one burn as I angled the spray, feeling the firm yet slightly yielding texture under my palm.
So hard… yet so smooth and warm…
The fine translucent membranes at her wing joints caught the soft light as I worked around them.
I sprayed gently, letting my fingertips graze the sensitive edges. Her whole body tensed at the first chill. Her blades twitched sharply beside me.
But instead of pulling away, a soft warmth soon spread through the marks. The tension in her shoulders melted little by little.
I took my time.
My eyes drank in every dangerous curve of her exoskeleton. The way her chest rose and fell quicker now. The subtle flex of her abdomen. That perfect, athletic slit I had glimpsed while spraying near her leg.
Scyther stared at me.
Why is my Trainer's hand still resting there on my body, even after the spray has finished?
She couldn't understand. Her blades twitched once more under my touch, but she didn't pull away.
Thinking, maybe he's noticed something else that still needs care.
A quiet warmth spread through her chest.
She was slowly beginning to believe in this new Trainer. He takes such good care of his Pokémon.
He is really nice, scy...
After a while, I slowly pulled my hands away.
"Can you lie down on the bed?" I asked, still trying to keep that calm smile, as if nothing about this was strange.
"I'll give you a full massage. It'll loosen every tight muscle, get your blood moving properly, and take the edge off the soreness."
I met her gaze calmly.
"You'll feel the difference by morning."
She hesitated for a heartbeat…
But then gave a small nod, quiet but trusting… as Gil had fed her, given her water, offered shelter, and treated her wounds without asking for anything in return.
That alone was more than she had expected.
So, trusting this new trainer for now, she moved.
Carefully, she stepped forward and lowered herself onto the empty side of the large bed, right beside the sleeping Charmeleon..
The soft surface dipped slightly under her weight.
Her sleek green body stretched out across the blankets, long and balanced, her limbs settling naturally as she adjusted to the unfamiliar comfort…
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