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.