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Loud, wet smacks were echoing through the cave that was Rico's den, courtesy of the Weavile himself as he drove his dick into his Charmeleon plaything's slit. "Aw, fuck, yeah, take it you little freeze bitch, lemme hear how much you love my icy stud cock taking over your slutty slit!"

Nothing but incoherent, high-pitched moans came in reply, but as far as Rico was concerned that was exactly what he should have been getting. He grinned winder as he pushed harder down on Heath's arms, picking up the pace as his icy precum was shunted out of that tight slit passage, splattering all over Heath's groin area and drooling down his scales. His barbs were raking that slit raw, but by now that could only have been a familiar feeling to the Charmeleon - every single one of his holes had been thoroughly scratched to hell by now, shown exactly where he belonged and in what position under Heath.

Three months in the icy Aeon Tundra had taken a dramatic toll on Heath. The muscle in his body had wasted away, leaving him looking slender and weak and feeble, unable to fight against even Rico's not-terribly-great physical strength. He'd even shrunken down a few inches, making him seem especially pitiful. His claws and fangs had gone totally dull, barely useful to scratch himself much less do damage to anything. His scale color had been drained from a robust red to a delicate pink, a reflection of his body being utterly devoid of its natural heat. His eyes had a glassy, hazy look to them even in the best of times, and under the current fucking he was getting, they were especially blank; he looked almost like a doll, if it weren't for the clear motions to push his body up into Rico's intruding dick, and the empty blissful moans his open maw was giving off. The lack of resistance in his slit, evident in the unimpeded fucking he was getting there, was made possible by the fact that his cock had withered to a useless nub that couldn't even push out anymore - there was simply nothing left to get in the way, and what little was in there could do nothing but be mercilessly mauled by Rico's shaft. It was a severe Omega state, one he had no power to escape from, nor the wherewithal to try.

Rico couldn't have cared less. The Charmeleon had intruded into their territory, his fate was nothing more than his own undoing. And besides, he could tell how much Heath enjoyed being used and abused, and he hadn't complained once about the gradual withering of his body, one that Heath had been monitoring and encouraging by exposing him to as much cold as possible, not to mention healthy doses of sexual conquest. Not having an annoying cock to get in the way of his anymore was quite fantastic, he enjoyed Heath's slit more than any other part of him, it was the tightest part of him and got the most vigorous response, something which Heath didn't have very much of these days.

He felt Heath shudder underneath him, jerking and twitching as his cries got a little louder, tightening down around Rico's shaft...with a yowl of his own, he came hard, flooding that tight passage with devastatingly cold Weavile cum. There was no way it was staying inside, plenty of it gushed out and splattered all around, making more of a mess, but Rico was unbothered - he'd have Heath lick up whatever spilled with his tongue anyway, surely that was simple enough for the useless creature to take care of. He continued to rut in that tight slit as long as he could, milking himself off of the constricting passage; when he finally ran dry, he pulled out, dribbling a bit more of his fluid inside. It was the only one that was in there, after all.

Speaking of, that was Rico's next task. He knelt down beside the lower half of Heath, grinning at the sight of his use and domination of the reptile. "Look at you, pathetic little bitch. Nothing in there but your master's seed. And that's all you'll ever want, isn't it? You don't deserve a cock, bitches don't get that privilege."

"Unnngh...yes, master...I'm a worthless, dickless bitch, meant to serve you..." The words were slow and somewhat slurred, it wasn't even entirely clear if Heath knew he was saying them, but as long as Rico was hearing them, that was all he cared about. Well, that and checking on the state of his bitch, to check on the progress of his experiment.

His claws probed around Heath's groin, underneath his slit, seeking out the Charmeleon's balls, or what he could feel of them. They weren't easy to find, little hard bumps that he actually had to press down to feel...Heath's balls had been among the first parts of him to go totally inert, and Rico had tracked with glee their shrinkage down to pathetic omega bitch levels. But there was something else that happened to them as the rest of Heath had wasted away - the power behind Aeon Tundra was having effects on them, effects that Rico took a great interest in. They were gradually getting more and more frozen and crystallized, a process that Rico was sure was due to the energy that fed their land; he considered it a just punishment from the gods, that he'd made feasible - by robbing the Charmeleon of his heat, he'd made them vulnerable to being cryified by that power. While that was deliciously satisfying, it was the other implication that was even better - that the same thing was happening to the Charmeleon's inner furnace, already useless and inert itself, the power was certainly icing that over as well, intent on rendering Heath impotent in every way.

And successfully so - Rico felt a surge of glee as he tried to sense the ice in the Charmeleon's balls and found them to be 100% iced over. That was the big moment as far as he was concerned - complete cryification meant true permanence. The process was no longer reversible naturally - before then, it could have been by removing Heath from Aeon Tundra, but now those key organs would never be removed from their permanently nullified state. The only possible thing that could would be energy from the fiery regions that were one of Aeon Tundra's counterparts, but in his state, the shock of that heat would almost certainly kill him. In fact, it was highly unlikely Heath could survive anywhere EXCEPT Aeon Tundra now, the same power that had condemned him was now the main thing keeping him alive, as his body wasn't meant to persist through this kind of deprivation. But it would keep him alive, for sure, and that meant that he would be Rico's pathetic slave for good.

"What a perfect result..." he purred as he did the same tests on Heath's chest, trying to verify the same success with his furnace. It was harder to sense being deeper inside him, but he was pretty sure that it was equally nullified. "Hah, now I have the perfect weapon for any other fool Fire-types to invade our lands. I'm sure the Masters will be pretty thrilled...just like you are, aren't you, freeze bitch?"

"Hnng...yyyes, master...I...I love it..."

"That's right you do. Bet all you Fire-types are just pathetic bitches at heart. Acting all big and tough until you get put in your place...least you'll never have to question it again. Mrrr, and you're all mine, forever..."

"Rico?" The suddenness of the voice made Rico jump a bit, until his mind registered the familiarity. He turned to see Pars standing in the doorway of the cave. He hadn't been there in a good while...it was a bit odd, Pars had enjoyed making as much use of Heath as Rico early on, but he hadn't been by in close to three weeks now. His loss was Rico's gain, so he didn't really mind that much.

"Hey, Pars. Fancy a go at the little freeze bitch? He's in better shape than ever."

"Ah...well, I, uh, maybe I can while you're busy. Uhm...the masters wanted me to fetch you, they wanted you to come before them."

Rico frowned. It was always intimidating going before the masters, for sure, but if they were summoning him, it was a bad idea to try to refuse. He wasn't quite ready to show off Heath yet, he wanted more personal time before he had to share him. "Dang. Well, I guess I'd better go then. Do you know what they wanted?"

Pars shook his head. "No, they didn't say...but...Rico, they sounded mad."

Well, that was just fantastic. Mad was the last emotion you wanted directed at you from the masters, and Rico had seen more than enough of it. Tempting as it was to try to make a break for it instead, though, that would only make things worse; they WOULD find him and make him face them, and they'd be even angrier then. "Ugh...well, I guess if I don't come back, take care of the freeze bitch."

"Y-yeah, sure." Pars looked a little bit shaken himself, and Rico wondered if he'd just had his own run-in with the masters. That had him even more on edge...

---

The first warning that shit was getting REAL was that they weren't in the open-air meeting spot. Which meant there was only one other place they could be: the Chamber Of The Masters, the place where the most serious business was conducted. Rico had only been in there once, and that was when he was pleading for clemency for his spurning of an arranged mate - a grievous insult to a master of another region of Aeon Tundra. It was partly Rico's own fuck-up, he'd thought they were male and had reacted very poorly when they weren't...Rico just had a naturally aversive reaction to females, it was likely something on their scent that induced a panic and hostility in him that was simply beyond his control because it was only in proximity to them or their scent that he got that reaction. He didn't hate females, he really more hated his fucked-up response to them, but about the only way to fix it was psychic intervention and like hell he was going to let a psychic anywhere near his brain, Psychics rarely fixed anything on Dark types without causing worse problems just because of their own natural antagonism.

They'd shown him a fair deal of mercy, though, and protected him, forced a breaking of the arrangement, and settled the matter with the other master on their own terms. Of course, he'd needed to pay them back for that, but he had done his duty there - a chance meeting with a human in the Aeon Tundra had been the gift he could give them. The human was still serving them, in fact, in exchange for getting to explore some of the sacred places in the Aeon Tundra. All in all, it seemed to work out fairly well for all of them...and Rico was really hoping he wasn't going to have to pull off a second miracle with them.

And he had an idea what they were going to be angry about, too...

The Chamber Of The Masters was a grand cave at the base of a large hill, flanked by tall, majestically icy evergreens. It felt like a grandiose place, and just its appearance granted the masters a fair bit of clout. It made Rico feel small, which was no doubt also intended. Swallowing and drawing a deep breath, he entered...the temperature didn't change much, it was just as icy inside, though the lack of howling wind made it feel tamer within. But not any more friendly, not as he saw the three masters sitting on their icy thrones. Master Tundraah, the Abomasnow whose glare looked like it could cut through a sheet of ice almost effortlessly when he turned it on. Master Frigis, the Mamoswine who it was said could cleave a massive furrow in both earth and ice, throw a hapless victim in the chasm, and knit it so seamlessly no one would ever know where they had been entombed. And Master Polarr, the Beartic who had fashioned the Chamber Of The Masters bare-pawed, tearing away rock like it was little more than flesh off bone. Rico liked to think he was a decently strong Pokémon for a Weavile, but he was but a faint wisp of air compared to these...and he was very much not liking the thought of being on their bad side.

"Rico. Do you know why you've been summoned before us?" Polarr's voice was cutting; oh, he was definitely unhappy.

"N-no, masters, I don't know." Not entirely a lie, but enough of one...but it was almost always better to let them lay out your sins rather than confess something more.

"I think you do," grunted Frigis. "We've heard through the whispers carried on the arctic wind that you have yet to return the Charmeleon you captured to the lands outside the Aeon Tundra. I thought we had made it quite clear to you, after we had taken our use of him, that he was to be expelled from this place and allowed to return to where he came from."

Shit. It was just what Rico thought it was. Polarr had, about a week and a half after he'd caught Rico and Pars using Heath, arranged for the Charmeleon to face the judgment of the masters. After making liberal use of him, they had deemed him justly punished for his transgression and sent him on his way. But Rico hadn't been willing to let go so easily; he had wanted to see whether the Chameleon could truly be permanently iced, it was too good an opportunity to ignore, and the chance to lord over an enfeebled Fire-type was something he couldn't let go of so easily. So rather than letting Heath go, he'd brought him to his den, keeping it a secret from everyone except Pars, who he trusted hadn't told a soul. Somehow it had gotten out, though...maybe someone had overheard him enjoying his freeze bitch, or sneaked a peek, or maybe Heath had even gone out on his own briefly to relieve himself and been spotted. How the discovery had happened didn't matter, only how he defended himself did.

"Master Frigis, I understand that you had declared it so. But he clearly enjoyed it, and he was asking me to-"

"It does not matter, Rico, what he was asking of you," cut in the Mamoswine darkly. "Your orders were clear, and you chose to defy them, and hide the truth from us. And as to your claim of enjoyment, it is beyond obvious that your corrupting essence influenced his feelings. You cannot use a manipulated feeling to support that."

Double shit. That had been the crux of his defense, and it was gone in a flash. Of course his corruption had to have had some effect, even if he was sure most of it was just Heath, even a little influence could undermine his claims.

"I know you are intelligent enough to know what kind of position you're in, Rico," spoke Tundraah, with a bite that did not make the statement sound like a compliment in the slightest. "We will give you one more chance to comply. Remove him at once from the Aeon Tundra."

Of course, he couldn't do that, not in the state the Chameleon was in; the icy power flowing through this land was vital to sustain him now. Steeling himself, Rico knew he just had to present that and they would have no choice but to allow things to stand. "Masters, I acknowledge your command, but I can't do that. Heath has experienced total cryification of his vital parts, and is now bound to the ice. The power of this land has subsumed him, there simply isn't an option other than having him remain." He hoped that this would mollify him until he could present his results more thoroughly - he didn't expect them to be thrilled right off, but a demonstration would surely have to get them interested. But for now, he thought that would get him out of the woods - they certainly wouldn't be willing to kill Heath to enforce their order, and naught could be done to undo what already had been done. And surely one Fire-type invader was hardly of consequence to them...

Which was why it came as quite a shock when the masters responded with shock and fury. "WHAT?! Is this the truth?!" roared Frigis, loud enough that Rico could swear the whole ground rumbled under his feet.

"It is!" yelped Rico, panicking a bit at the sudden storm of anger. "I was just examining him earlier! The process was a complete success, the berries made him completely vulnerable, he'll never be a threat to us again-"

"YOU FOOL!" thundered Tundraah. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Now Rico was quivering, unable to reply. And this time he didn't know what he'd done to earn such ire. Hadn't coming up with a countermeasure against their enemies been a good thing? He could strip the protections of any Fire-type that tried to come onto their land, render them inert little slaves! What could possibly be bad about that?

He was about to find out. "Your arrogance threatens our very existence, you little idiot," growled Polarr. "We've gone easy on your past transgressions, but this is far from merely a moral failing, this risks the very heart of Aeon Tundra. We enjoy our lives free of the interference of those from other legend-touched lands only by virtue of a compact between us, one that stretches back to the distant past. That we will be protected, so long as we do not do undue harm to those who trespass. You think he was the first thick-headed Fire-type to dare to cross our boundaries? Our charge is clear, to do no worse than what is deserved. A punishment of such a level as you deigned to implement is to be reserved only for the harshest offenders, those who shed excess blood and attempt to strike at the core of our lands. Your violation of this compact threatens to strip us of the very protections that prevent such an incursion! Were we to lose those, any one of those others could invade us freely, and we would be powerless against them!"

By this point the Weavile mostly just wanted to curl into a ball and disappear. He had no idea about any such thing, sure there was talk of covenant this and protection that, but he never really paid attention to that sort of stuff, what bearing did it have on his life? He had things to do, experiments to run. But if the masters were this angry, he knew he had to have made a serious fuck-up. And if they were that worried about their lives, they might decide his own was a worthwhile exchange. What could he do now?

"Peleth!" At the sound of Frigis's bellow, an Alolan Sandslash hurried over, standing at attention. "Take Rico into confinement. We will have to discuss our course of action...and his punishment."

"Right away, Master Frigis." Peleth took hold of the Weavile's arm and pulled him away from the masters, towards a small side area where he would be held until they had come to their decisions about him. "Sheeze...I don't really know what the hell you did, but I can't remember the last time they were that pissed off. You'd better hope they figure out a way to make whatever's wrong right, or you might not be around much longer." He pushed Rico into the small room, before stepping back and pushing a plate near the doorway, which caused a wall of ice to form in front of the opening. Glumly, Rico sat down, all sorts of awful scenarios running through his head. All because he'd just wanted to have some fun with a little freeze bitch...could he have really doomed them all because of it? Surely things couldn't be THAT strict...could they?

---

It couldn't have been more than a few hours, but to Rico it felt like ages before the ice wall receded, and Peleth stood there to escort him back to the masters. By this point the Weavile was a nervous wreck, halfway convinced he'd be tossed into the fabled chasm of Frigis and crushed underground by solid walls of earth. A sacrifice to appease whatever powers he'd sinned against, maybe...

The masters looked no more pleased to see him than before, though the raw wrath seemed to have abated. Rico honestly didn't know if that was better or worse. Another unexpected presence, though, was standing next to Polarr's throne - David, the human he'd tested some of those berries on a long while back. His time in service had apparently gotten him much more comfortable with the cold, he seemed entirely unbothered with his naked flesh exposed to such frigid temperatures...Rico didn't see him much since he spent so much time studying things, but he was apparently a very popular one amongst the masters of Aeon Tundra. No doubt because of his willingness to service them on command. But he wasn't doing that now; instead, he held some kind of stone box in his hands, something that was being prepared, maybe for Rico, though the Weavile couldn't fathom what.

"Rico." He didn't have long to fathom at all, really, as Polarr spoke up. "It has become all too clear that we have been too lenient on your shenanigans. You have crossed boundaries that should not have been crossed before, and our lectures and punishments apparently have not taught you to rein yourself in. This most recent and most flagrant transgression goes well beyond anything else, threatening the very balance of our core nature...we cannot allow things to go forward without much more enduring and effective punishment. If you cannot control yourself, you must BE controlled."

Rico's tension eased ever so slightly; spoken like that, that at least suggested that he would leave this place alive. That didn't mean he'd leave in good shape, necessarily, but alive was alive.

"Know this: your punishment may have been much graver had we not found a way to rectify the situation to an acceptable degree," scolded Frigis. "The acts you perpetrated on Heath far exceeded any violation he committed against us, which in fact we have found no evidence to suggest it was anything more than a personal endurance test. Unwise, but far from worthy of being irrevocably disabled. And this has been a pattern with you, Rico: a disregard for the consequences you visit upon others. And while we share a modicum of blame for...at times overlooking this for personal gain..." Rico saw the Mamoswine's eyes flicker towards David, whose expression betrayed no reaction to this admission. "We have also directed you to rein in your actions, and you have refused to do so. It is clear that you must be subjected to a wardship. An authority who will control your behaviors for you, until you can learn the self-control you need to no longer be a threat to us."

"W-wardship?! That..." Rico started to protest, but the looks from the masters put an end to that quickly, and he receded at their gaze. That was certainly not a good thing...a wardship meant just that, he was a ward and under the jurisdiction of a warden, someone who had full authority to enforce rules over him however they wanted to, as well as being able to direct and influence his actions, behaviors, his very life for an indefinite period of time - basically until the masters found whatever changes that came of it to be acceptable. It was basically slavery, and the worst part was, he knew he had to agree to it - this was as lenient as they were willing to go with him, and less lenient was...not a fate he'd want to contemplate. "That...is a grace bestowed upon me by the masters...that I am unworthy of...but will strive...to make myself worthy of," he eventually reluctantly acceded. "Then...I suppose I should ask, who is to be my warden?"

"We have contemplated the matter at length, and come to a decision that we believe is only right," declared Tundraah. "Your warden, should he accept the role, will be none other than Heath."

"W-wait, what?! He's...he can't be my warden! He's...begging all pardon, masters, but he is clearly unfit for such a task!"

"As we have confirmed," agreed Frigis. "Your actions have done a devastating number on him, such that he would be unfit for just about anything. Which has forced us to take rather drastic action, which will not only return him to fitness but will help offset your violation in the eyes of the powers that be. Pars, bring Heath forward, please." Rico looked back to see Pars walking Heath forward; the other Weavile was very decidedly avoiding his gaze, and Rico got the feeling that Pars had known this was coming. No wonder he'd stopped coming around so much, he didn't want to be seen as a continued accomplice. Heath was, as usual, looking fairly slow and dull, not totally with it; there seemed no possible way he could be returned to himself, and even if he was, there was no way a Fire-type would be an accepted warden. Rico couldn't understand what the masters were thinking...

"What you have done to him is not something easily undone," stated Polarr. "With vital pieces of him fully arrested, he cannot be removed from the Aeon Tundra safely, as you suggested. And we lack the means to remove this freeze from within his body. We have, however, been offered an acceptable compromise: restore Heath by other means. David, please administer the Sacred Ice."

Sacred Ice?! That got Rico's attention; Sacred Ice was rumored to be found only near the very core of the power that allowed the Aeon Tundra to flourish. Which meant...David had indeed reached the goal he had sought, to see and study what had drawn him to this place. That filled him with all sorts of questions...had he indeed found an artifact? Or was it something else? He wasn't getting any answers now, though, as David wasn't speaking to him - he was focused only on the Charmeleon. As he reached Heath, David opened the box, gently lifting the small chunk of Sacred Ice out of the container...Rico felt a shiver at the sight of it, it looked resplendent even in such a small quantity, almost shining, and bearing a frigidity that even made HIM feel cold. How on earth could this human touch it without any sign of discomfort? Perhaps he'd already been changed somewhat by it, or by something else...he could only watch as the Sacred Ice was brought to Heath's mouth, and David gently placed it inside and coaxed Heath to swallow. For several seconds, there was nothing...and then, as David stepped away, it started.

---

'Shock to the system' was the only appropriate way to describe the sudden rush through Heath's body. And very unlike the shocks that had come when Rico and Pars had tossed him into icy lakes around the area...though, in some ways, also very much like those.

The ice had indeed done a number on him...he'd felt every bit of withering in his body, endured the constant pain and numbness of the raw cold that his body had no answer for, intrinsically felt the freeze as it spread within him, condemning him to his ultimate fate. He'd stopped caring about it long before the worst of it happened, the emotional impact of it dulled in his brain as it too slowed down under the frigid conditions. He'd sort of accepted it consciously before that, though...truthfully, it seemed only right that his fate be to be rendered a useless slave fit only to serve his betters. He'd always been one of those 'conquer or be conquered' types, who thought that proving himself over every challenge was the only way to assert himself as powerful, capable, worthy of an alpha status...when Rico and Pars had beaten him, exposed him to the cold, and snuffed out his fire, he fell victim to the 'be conquered' part of the equation.

He'd already pretty much surrendered by the next day, something in his mind having broken at the realization that he was so thoroughly defeated that it had pierced the core of him, taken something fundamental about himself away, and in his mind, he had been conclusively proven unworthy of regaining it. It never occurred to him that he might have been subject to the natural corruptive influence of a Dark-type in reaching that conclusion, he'd just accepted it as natural and right. That was why he hadn't tried to fight it, had given in to the raw erotic degradation, had continued to let himself be subjected to it despite the orders of the Masters, despite the feeling of his body slowly turning itself into a useless freeze bitch, receiving pleasure only when Rico fucked him in whichever hole he felt like using. Even his cock had surrendered, receding to a useless nub that no longer could push out visibly from his slit. Not that it mattered - he'd been unworthy of that, too, hadn't he? He'd fully expected to continue down that path, just being a glassy-eyed slut who'd take icy cock on command without question, without really having his own thoughts on the matter.

He was only distantly aware of anything that had been going on that day...one moment he'd been getting an icy slurry filling his slit by his master, then the next he found himself being escorted out of the cave by Pars. It had seemed odd that Pars had stopped making so much use of him, he'd been just as much a part of the conquering of Heath as Rico had, but his visits had been sparser and sparser...not that it mattered, his masters could do as they saw fit, but the double-teaming usually had been even more pleasurable, a stronger break from the numbness that had ensconced him in most other ways. Through the freezing gales he had been led, the cold giving him a dull ache as it always did, no heat left for his body to sap so there was only the chilling bite that gnawed at him, trying to claim him for good but failing. Rico had told him the cold couldn't kill him, not while he was subject to its dominion...in fact, he'd said it would eventually be all that kept him alive, and he was pretty sure he was past that point.

He'd heard what the masters had been saying, but not a single bit of it had registered - it was all booming noise that passed into one chilled ear and swept out the other, bypassing the dull lump of brain in between. But the ice...the raw cold of what was pressed into his mouth, he felt THAT for sure, more than he'd felt just about anything since his conquering. And it traveled through him as he swallowed it down, until settling into his core...and then, like a violent explosion, frigidity radiated out through every bit of him.

This was different from everything else, though. This felt GOOD.

Not the same good as when those icy dicks penetrated him, no, this was a different good, a euphoria that didn't arouse or excite him, but instead energized him. It was like waking up out of a coma, his brain was startled back into alertness, but wasn't a return of the same state as he had before, no he felt very different, completely unlike he'd ever felt before. The raging cold spread throughout him, redoubled on itself, he could feel himself getting colder and colder deep inside, especially in what had been his inner furnace, that fiery core that had surrendered fully to the cold...and the chill amplified there, doubled and doubled upon itself, consuming that ice that had imprisoned it and raging back to life in a new form, amplifying the coldness as it rushed through his flesh, building him anew.

His slim, wasted musculature rebuilt itself into the powerful, toned shape it had been before, in fact even a little more bulky than it had been, his height returning back to its former self and a few inches beyond. His scale color went from the pale, pathetic pink of his bitch state to a light, frosty blue, with the exception of his belly scales which remained white but brightened up considerably. Dulled claws sharpened again, taking on an icy sheen that cloaked and hardened them, letting the icy power flow freely through him. New, icy and bony spurs formed at the base knuckles of his fingers and toes, and larger ones over his knees and elbows, curling into wicked points at the tip with gleamed with frigid energy. Along his back and down his tail, a V-form of icy ridges formed along the spine, narrowing to blade-like width at the ends. At his head, his snout narrowed and sharpened just a slight bit, and his fangs grew longer and gained the same icy sheen as his claws, curling and sharpening almost like snake fangs. The crest on the back of his head trifurcated at the tip, lengthening to three split sharpened points. As the sudden rush of energy filled him almost to bursting, he reared back and let out a ringing roar as a freezing rush erupted from him, and at that moment, his tail flashed into ignition once again, the 'flame' taking an ethereal crystal blue color that, rather than heating, could flash-freeze what it came into contact with.

As he felt the rush ebb away, Heath truly felt reborn. His strength was back, he felt new power coursing through him, his head was as clear as it had ever been. The world was still icy cold around him, but now it felt fundamentally RIGHT, like it was the absolute perfect temperature, it felt like the stifling mercurial air of the volcanic fields he'd once relished, raw and prohibitive and positively ideal. And yet, there were differences to him beyond just the change of his element...his reawakened mind felt less impulsive, he felt less of an urge towards acting on the spur of the moment, less of an urge to try to prove himself...it almost felt like a slower pace of thought, but not like that lack of processing from his withered state, rather a patient, calculating keenness that compelled him to act with deliberation. Even just seconds into his rebirth, he could tell the difference with almost frightening ease. Is this...how Ice-type brains think? No wonder they always felt slow to me as my old self.

"Heath." That deep voice...he laid his eyes on the three before him, mostly on Frigis who had been the one to speak, but with glances at the other two. The last time he'd seen them, he'd still been mostly lucid, and they had partaken of his body with plenty of eagerness...they definitely had a different air about them now. "We have done what we can to mitigate the wrong which has been done to you by Rico. This power we have granted you, it is not what you are familiar with, but I hope that you will find it suitable."

"Hrrr...I think I could get used to it." Checking himself over a bit, he found himself quite partial to his new look. Still visibly a Charmeleon, but with a few unique elements that accentuated the type-shift. He'd have to figure out what he was capable of now, but he had a feeling he wouldn't notice any reduction over his previous power level...though, for some reason, that didn't feel as viscerally necessary as he remembered.

"We will give you every opportunity to," declared Polarr. "If you are willing, we would give to you a task. We have come to the determination that Rico must submit to a wardship in order to have his more dysfunctional tendencies reined in. He is sorely lacking in control and in regards to the consequences of his actions on others. We believe that it would be just for you to be his warden, given that he attempted to make himself your keeper...perhaps having a victim of his actions put him in the place he tried to put you will help to impart the lesson. Given the circumstances, we could not demand your compliance, and you would be free to leave if you desired to...but should you accept, you will be accepted as one of our own and given some measure of privilege."

Heath didn't need to contemplate much; it wasn't as if he had terribly hard feelings against this place, especially now that it felt like home. And his newly refreshed mind certainly found a good bit of appeal in turning the tables on his former captor, especially now that the 'conquer or be conquered' mindset seemed to have been vanquished...indeed, he wondered what it was he saw in that, it seemed such foolishness that one defeat should be so consequential. "Masters...I would be honored to take on such a role." There was a definite glee in his voice that he could tell didn't sit easy with Rico...and he planned to take full advantage of that.

"So it is decided. Rico, Heath shall remain your warden until we have deemed you suitably reformed. Anyone attempting to interfere with Heath's authority over Rico shall face their own punishment. Heath, you shall have the latitude to use as much force as is warranted by Rico's resistance to compel him to a better path. Do not abuse your authority over him, however, or we will have to rethink our position."

"You have my word, Masters," Heath replied, with a confidence that came rather easily. After all, he didn't think he'd have to get too rough to make sure Rico learned his lesson...just enough of the right roughness would probably do the trick.

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Calling Rico sulky was an understatement. He would have liked nothing more than to be happily walking back with his freeze bitch, exonerated and left to continue on his own devices...instead, he was metaphorically shackled, forced to serve under the one he was supposed to be master of, and with no real option but to comply, lest he receive a harsher punishment for failure to adhere to his penance. On some level he was grateful that it didn't turn out worse, but that didn't mean it didn't turn out badly.

On the flip side was Heath, whose attitude might have been even better than pre-freeze. His time in the morass of mindlessness had given him a new appreciation for the vibrance of being awake and alert, and now that the cold was appealing to him, he was starting to truly appreciate the ethereal beauty of the frozen landscape. The icy trees decorated with frozen stalactites, the blowing wind creating natural patterns in the snow, the pleasant crunch of the snow underfoot, the chilling and fresh scent in the air...he'd never really thought about stopping and attending to those kinds of things before, not even in other places he liked. And inside him, there was a calmness, a contentment, a satisfying stability to his feelings that he'd never known in his previous existence...it made sense, fire needed to spread, ice liked to stay in place. With his new elemental patron, he felt more at ease, no need to prove himself to some figment of his imagination, and without that weighing on him, life just seemed a whole lot better.

They were close to Rico's cave when the Weavile stopped abruptly, turning to glare at Heath. "Okay, listen. Just because I have to follow your directions as long as the masters deem it doesn't mean I'm gonna be your little bitch. I'm not like that, and don't think you're gonna turn me around!"

Heath gave a slight snort of amusement as he folded his arms and met that glare with a grin. "Oh? Funny, I don't recall saying anything about that...you seem to be awful eager to bring it up, though. Sure you're not just trying to goad me into it?"

"What?! No! No way! You're just trying to look for a way to abuse me!"

"Now why would I do that? They said abusing you would get me in trouble, and I've had enough trouble for a while, I think. But, somehow, I have my doubts that they'd even consider my rutting you to be out of bounds...after all, they were perfectly happy to make use of me at one point, were they not?"

Rico flexed his clawed fingers, baring his fangs at the icy Charmeleon. "You were an intruder! You're only not now because they accepted you in, but they shouldn't have!"

"They only did because you forced their hand."

"You didn't try to stop me!"

"True. But that doesn't mean you weren't breaking some important rules." Heath's grin widened as he saw the frustration overcoming Rico; the Weavile was trying to provoke him, to get him to cross a line, but didn't understand that Heath wasn't the impulsive Fire-type mind that he was the first time they met, it was going to be far harder to goad him into a reaction like that. Which he should have realized, if he'd been using his natural empathy...now Heath was starting to get what he needed to do, Dark-types were supposed to be empaths, but Rico didn't seem to care much for anything or anyone except himself. Maybe that's why he's so busy with 'experiments' - as a way to shut out emotion and focus on frigid logic. Training his brain to not care about anything outside of himself. A ghastly path for a Dark-type to take, I'm supposed to redirect him...that means reawakening him to caring about others' feelings. It was a new thing for him...he heard Pokémon talking about stuff like this a lot, but Heath had never cared one whit for facts and knowledge before, he wanted to move around and throw himself into fights not yap about weird details of their lives. Now, though, it felt like everything he'd heard was knitting itself into his brain, discarded memories filling into their spots, and he was finding himself appreciating it a lot more.

Rico folded his arms and looked away. "Hmph. Stupid rules. You'd think they'd appreciate me figuring out some ways to protect us from an incursion of Fire-types, but no..."

"When's the last time you had a Fire-type come in? Besides the old me."

"...Dunno, but it's not like it couldn't happen someday."

"Right, because they have nothing better to do with their time than break an ancient pact that ensures that they get their own territory to themselves. If your guys still take it that seriously, I'm willing to bet theirs do, as well."

"Feh, who gives a rat what they feel like? Shouldn't we be prepared anyway?"

Heath raised an eye ridge. "You should give a rat, considering that's literally your type's schtick."

"Hnnn...well, I'm working on fixing that."

"Seems to me you're working on trying to make it not a thing. Which means I'M gonna have to work on fixing it. Though I'm glad you were so eager to confirm it for me."

"I'm not doing anything for you! Dammit, I don't care if you are my warden, keep pushing my buttons and I'll kick your ass again!"

Heath's eyes glittered eagerly. "Oh, someone wants a rematch, does he? Heh, let's see what you've got, hotshot...or is it 'coldshot' here?"

The flip attitude was really grating on Rico, the Weavile felt like the Charmeleon wasn't taking this at all seriously. Well, he'd show him that he wasn't going to be a pushover and wasn't just going to take what Heath was going to try to dish out! He rushed at Heath, claws bared to slice and dice those frigid scales...he was utterly unprepared for Heath slide back just a little, barely out of reach of the first slash, and at the same time jab forward with a hand to the Weavile's gut. Rico's eyes bugged out as the air was driven from his body and fierce pain rang through his gut - those spiky knuckles HURT, he was lucky they didn't actively stab in but they sure as hell felt like they did, and he staggered backwards gasping for air and mewling in pain.

"That was way too predictable," chided Heath. "You know, Dark-types have a reputation for being sneaky opportunists, but they're that way because they can read their foes and get a sense of what they're trying to do...maybe not a hard read like a Psychic, but they're supposed to be good at picking up on those subtle cues that let them avoid attacks and slip in under defenses. But you just ran at me without thinking...what did you think was going to happen?"

"Fuck you," spat Rico raggedly, still clutching his stomach. "You didn't land a hit on me last time, don't think you're some master now!"

"I had an environmental disadvantage last time, we're on even ground this time. Plus, I know what you're doing because that's what I used to do, just run in without thinking. My head's a lot more willing to call up all that old stuff I never cared about before...you're not gonna be able to take advantage of hotheadedness anymore."

"I don't need any help to beat you!" Rico tried running at Heath again, but it was clear he was not in the best of shape at this point in body or mind, his movements slower and less precise. It made him even more painfully easy to read this time, and now Heath didn't even let him get a proper attack off, grabbing Rico's arm and using his momentum to swing him around, disorienting him before letting go. The Weavile stumbled in the snow, and before he knew what was happening Heath pounced, tackling him and pinning him to the ground. Heath got one arm pinned behind Rico's back and put his superior weight down on it - being a lot broader than the thin-bodied rodent, he had the mass advantage easy.

"That was faster that your two-on-one takedown of me...kinda sad." Heath was goading a little bit, but it wasn't exactly untrue, either. Rico's mind probably worked best like his did now, steady and analytical - Dark-types were more like that, too, being natural schemers and plotters, they were maybe snappier than an Ice-type but still not heavily impulsive. Rico simply wasn't any good at fighting like this, and without the edges he had before - including help from another of his kind - he wasn't nearly as capable. It seemed curious to Heath that Rico didn't try to fight more to his advantages, he clearly had a sharp mind given all his experiments and his schemes, but it seemed like he just switched that off in that attempt at combat...well, that could be explored later, perhaps. For now, he wanted to remind the Weavile who was really in charge here...and he was going to enjoy doing that.

Besides that, it was a good chance to see what else had changed.

Rico struggled a bit as he felt that icy prick start to push against his rear, which only got Heath going more. The Charmeleon was more interested in himself at the moment, though, checking out for the first time his replenished tool. It had all the length and girth he had borne before his misadventure, and even a touch more; on top of that, though, were the new embellishments, including the arrowhead-like points up near the head of his dick - four soft yet solid, backwards-facing protrusions with pointed tips - and small bumps along the shaft which were slick and wet even in the cold, but when he focused could form icy crystals over them which seemed similarly slick and especially frigid. Very interesting changes, seeming slightly similar to things he'd seen on normal members of his kind, though the variety was fairly huge - the male parts of any Pokémon species could vary widely due to what was in one's ancestry, even if each species had something that mostly fit as a 'standard.' If this was ancestry-related, though, Heath sure didn't know from what...but, it seemed not terribly important at the moment.

"Well, now...this is a bit novel. And guess who gets to be the first to test it out?" Heath put a bit more weight on Rico, rubbing his shaft more firmly against that fuzzy ass. "I know you liked playing with what you made me have there at the end, but something tells me you're gonna like this new toy even better."

"Go fuck yourself," spat Rico wearily, though his struggles were fading; whether he wanted to admit it or not, he probably already knew what was coming.

"Afraid there's only one of me, so unless you got a Ditto handy, you're gonna have to do." That was all the warning Rico got before Heath jammed his cock halfway into that tight tailhole. He bit back a yowl as the thick spear pierced his defenses, but even the quiet sound he gave off seemed to be all too loud as the wind had an unfortunately-timed lull. Quite the satisfying thing for Heath to hear, though that was only one dimension of satisfaction - the other was that tight ass clenching down on his cock, massaging it with what certainly felt like eagerness, even if it was probably not intentional. "Hngh, damn, you trying to get me to go off already? Someone's not as averse to this as they say."

"Ffffffuck you..."

"Now, now, you got plenty of that before, I think it's only fair I return the favor." Rico tried to swipe back at Heath in irritation, and only got the Charmeleon catching his other arm up and forcing it down into the snow. Now Heath was starting to properly fuck Rico, pushing in deeper as he asserted his authority over the Weavile. This had been too easy, but he wasn't going to fall into the trap of thinking it would always be that way - once Rico caught on that his usual tactics weren't going to work, he was probably going to come up with other ways of resisting that wouldn't be so easily addressed. So he'd have to enjoy the easier wins while they were available to him...but he was certainly doing that.

And underneath, Rico was desperately trying to pretend that he didn't like what he was feeling, with not a whole lot of success, though he wouldn't admit it to himself. It wasn't the first time he'd had something up his rear, definitely not something he preferred but he'd had cases where it was that or worse options, and he was a touch embarrassed about how responsive he could get when it happened. But the frosty Charmeleon's cock was the worst, because it was the best. It seemed to be the perfect level of big for him, not bulging his body out like a much bigger mon would but still plenty big enough for him to feel quite well-stretched. The arrow points were cleaving at his innards in a fantastically stimulating way, and the way those bumps were frozen over and turned to extremely cold nubs was just so wildly stimulating, some of the coldest cold he'd ever felt. All of his sensitive spots were being attacked, and it was getting his dick to push out of his slit and into the snow below him, being humped into the icy terrain - and unlike with Heath's cock in his old shape, the snow was nothing but titillating when it touched that part of him. All of which he could have endured if it wasn't for the fact that Heath was now the master he had to obey and he was unwillingly revealing a major weakness to him...

And Heath knew it, even without having that emotional insight that his ward was supposed to have. "Heh, it'll be easier if you just admit that you enjoy it. Take it from me, being forced into surrender doesn't tend to end very well."

"N-not a...chance!" Rico's fingers and toes curled as a bolt of frigid precum splashed into him, triggering his own shot into the snow, which mostly just intensified the feelings of coldness around his cock. "I'm...I'm not a...slut like you!"

"Heh, suit yourself. Guess I should see if I can make you break just a little bit." Heath pulled back, and then drove in to the hilt, getting a loud cry out of Rico that was much more bliss than torment, which the Weavile quickly tried to silence. "Ooh, that was a nice one. I'd say this doesn't seem very much like punishment, but I think your pride would disagree, wouldn't it?"

"You...fuckin'...rrgh..." Another feeling was creeping up that Rico didn't like, embarrassment. He hadn't felt anything, but he was sure the wardship designation had done something to him, made him more vulnerable to his warden, that had to be why he was struggling to resist...it was a feeble belief, but anything to try to shield that ego from this slight. The only slight problem with that was that trying to excuse it was also something akin to permission to succumb to it, meaning his attempts to defer were subtly breaking down his own resistance; the moans and yowls were getting less reluctant, and his body was working that tool harder, his body even pushing back a touch into those thrusts.

Heath was enjoying himself immensely. Not only a tight yet yielding ass, but one that was quite active around him! A lot of squeezing, squirming, twisting, all different sorts of stimulation that worked over his new cock quite expertly. It was a thrill to pull back every time, to have those spikes drag along Rico's walls, flexing and rubbing like nothing on his previous tool ever had. And the little bumps, they weren't nearly so flexible, but that tightness tugged on them a little nonetheless, each of those sending sparks through his dick and into his body, and even more so when he made them more prominent with the freezing effect. He was thumping in pretty forcefully, but not too quickly; a more moderate speed felt almost perfect, he didn't need the wild rutting that his Fire-type self would have demanded. And the best part was seeing Rico submit, not just to him but to his own feelings that he wanted to deny. Maybe this was part of the reason he was trying to deny other parts of himself, to block out things he didn't want to accept about himself...if that was the case, Heath was intent on sussing it out. And enjoying himself along the way.

He struck a little harder, trying to drive more moans out of Rico. "Getting close, bitch? Feeling like you're about to blow? You're certainly trying to get me there...rrrr, your ass is so hungry for my slushy spunk, isn't it? Can't wait to get fed, I'll make sure it gets a feast..."

"Would you FUCK-ing-!" Heath snickered above Rico's head as the Weavile got more riled up, only to be cut off by another spike of pleasure. The Weavile was indeed very close, and trying desperately to avoid giving in, but there was no escape - pulling away from Heath only drove his cock into the snow and his pooled precum, while trying to draw away from that only pushed him more into the Charmeleon's conquering cock. And he didn't have the physical strength to make any other movements, nor the mental strength to preserve his dignity...he was panting hard now, and it was clear he was getting even more into it as he got close to his limit.

Only now did Heath pick up the speed, still not wild but definitely more vigorous as he pounded Rico hard, trying to force him down into the snow and pull him up as he did, adding to the physical imposition on the Weavile as well as humping his needy dick into the hole it had hollowed out. "I can feel how desperate you are! So do it! Cum for me, bitch!"

Probably the biggest humiliation of all of this was how readily Rico surrendered to the command - he wasn't even sure if it was that so much as terrible coincidence, but almost as soon as he heard the words, he let out the loudest cry yet and his cock erupted, pouring his seed into that icy chamber he'd been rocking into; with little place to go, it just filled up, bathing his dick in freezing spunk that felt way too good. And Heath just kept thrusting, pounding his sensitive ass and driving pleasure out of him over and over, keeping the flow going...until he let out his own pleasured roar and slammed inside, and then Rico felt his body shudder as it was flooded with an icy slurry, thick and viscous, driving deep into his body...it felt disgustingly enjoyable, almost the perfect compliment to the oncoming relaxation as his body was released from the blissful grip of orgasm. He could only slump down into the snow as his ass was filled, his insides graciously accepting Heath's gift even as his mind stewed in frustration.

For Heath, his first orgasm as an Ice-type was quite something to compare to his old self. Much thicker fluid, that pulsed out less vigorously but shot for longer, building up much faster and feeling somehow much denser, harder to move around. His Fire-type fluids only thickened as they cooled...he wondered if his Ice-type fluids would loosen up more as they warmed up, though how much they would do that inside another Ice-type was hard to say. It was incredibly satisfying, though...he was sure he could go again if he wanted to, but he didn't feel too much urge to right off, a sharp contrast to his old self which wasn't satisfied until at least two, sometimes three rounds. It was impressing him how different he was, despite having an appearance that was so reminiscent of his old body...and he'd probably find a number of other differences in the coming days, this was just the start.

He finally pulled out of Rico, though the Weavile's ass didn't seem to want to give him up, tightening and holding him inside as his spikes caught on some of the tensing muscles. Finally, he managed to get them out with a bit of a jerk, getting another gasping moan out of Rico as his ass felt that clawing sensation in full force. "Heh heh...just couldn't help but want more of me, did you?"

"You...ugh..." Rico was feeling weary...he'd just been in a rather intense fight with both Heath and his own emotions and had been pretty soundly thumped, he was too drained to put up much more fight. "I'm not...gonna let you...get to me...that easy..."

"I imagine not, but it would probably be suspicious if you were brought around too quickly. Don't worry, I'm gonna be looking forward to bringing out that side of you you desperately want to deny, and making sure you accept it...after all, it's you, and wouldn't it be a tragedy to reject yourself?" He offered a hand to the Weavile; predictably, Rico just swiped at it, but slowly enough that Heath caught it anyway, and hauled the Weavile back to his feet. His front side was a mess, his groin coated in icy spunk, and he looked incredibly worn out. "C'mon, let's get you inside and get you some sleep. You're gonna want to rest up for the deep dive interrogation I have planned for you tomorrow. We're gonna get you fixed up properly, and I'm gonna need to know what I'm dealing with."

"Hmph...don't wanna do that."

"Well, you're gonna do it, want or not, but you'll probably want to consider working with me. The better you do, the faster you can get out from under me, right?"

Truth though that was, Rico didn't really want to accept it. But he didn't really have much choice but to trudge behind Heath as they went to his den. Polar opposite outlooks from how they'd been earlier that day...but Heath was determined, at least, to leave Rico better than he started. After all, he'd gotten the same grace, even if it wasn't Rico's intention, and he'd found that he rather liked the idea now. It wasn't going to be easy...but he had time, and he'd been imbued with glacier-like patience, he was determined to succeed in the end.