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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