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Stormy came to Galar as a refugee. The "time-space distortions," as they have come to be called, were happening all over the world. When it struck her village in Alola, she had only heard rumors of it from traders overseas. When the storm began, she thought it was simply a powerful one. But the lightning strikes were too many, too close.

The roar of Pokémon awoke her and she stumbled outside. Huge, monstrous forms like nothing she'd ever seen before rampaged through the village, destroying whatever was in their path. Were they even Pokémon? Some looked mechanical, otherworldly.

The winds grew in strength, as if the wall of a typhoon was upon them. Stormy turned to her home and to safety, but an uprooted palm tree smashed through it, leaving only a splintered foundation.

"Fuck!" She looked around to find someplace else to hide, but everything else was just as damaged, if not worse.

A lightning strike appeared just before her, throwing her back in its intensity. Objects sparkled along the grown, suddenly appearing. She tried to get to her feet but froze; several Pokémon had appeared in front of her. Her head was spinning, her eyes bleary, and she couldn't make out what they were.

A black and brown quadruped lunged at the others, chasing them away. It then turned its body, staring at Stormy. It began approaching with an unnatural gait.

"Get away from me!" She tried to scramble away but debris blocked her path. Her hands fumbled along the ground until it found a small stone and she threw it in an adrenaline-fueled frenzy.

It hit the Pokémon right on the head but it didn't even flinch. The sound was almost metallic. The beast growled, a distorted noise that sounded far away and yet cut through the din of the storm. It crouched, ready to pounce.

"Fuck, shit." Stormy looked for anything else she could throw, out of any other options. Rocks, sticks, bits of wood, anything to make it think she wasn't worth the effort.

With a roar it leapt at her. She shrieked and grabbed the last thing in her reach, a shiny red something and threw it. It hit the creature and there was a flash of red light. The something then fell straight out of the sky and hit the sand. It shook angrily until it suddenly stilled with a metallic click.

And just as suddenly as it appeared, the distortion dissipated and the Pokémon disappeared. But the red-and-white ball remained. With shaky hands she reached forward and picked it up; it had a surprising amount of weight to it; it was almost comforting. Yet as she looked up at her destroyed village, it didn't do much to ease her worries.

The next few days felt unreal. An expedition from Galar was nearby and came to give aid and set them all up in a village made of tents. They were offered the opportunity to be taken to another island, but why bother? Stormy had always felt like an outcast and Galar was an opportunity for a fresh start.

She walked one of her familiar beaches as one last goodbye. The only things she had were the clothes on her back and the ball from the distortion. She took it out, studying it in more detail. There seemed to be a hinge in the back and a big circle in the front. Her fingers absentmindedly pressed it.

Once more there was a flash of red light and the beast from before now stood in front of her. She jumped back in fright.

"Wh-what are you doing here?"

The Pokémon tilted its...head? It was metallic but rusty, green eyes peering out from the darkness. It had a light-grey mane and some sort of crest coming from the top of the helmet. Its body was black with hind paws, but the front paws were scaled and ended in talons. A blue tail like a fish stuck out behind it. It watched her but didn't seem hostile.

"What kind of Pokémon are you?" She bent over and picked up the ball; it tracked her movements but didn't move to attack. "Did that storm bring you here?"

It made a noise, a chitter that turned into a clinking through the helmet. She carefully placed her hand on its head.

"Is this thing part of you? The rest of you doesn't look...like this." Why would a Pokémon rust?

It ducked its head and she could sense sadness in those green eyes.

"Maybe...someone in Galar might know what to do. They've been researching Pokémon, they might know what you are."

It perked up at that. It bumped into her and knocked her over.

"Hey!"

It made a sad noise and then helped her back onto her feet.

"Be more careful next time, okay? You're a lot stronger than me!"

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Stormy never discovered what species was Xian, the nickname she had given him. The researchers were just as confused as she was, but there's always more Pokémon out there to discover, they said. They had offered to pay a lot of money for him, for nicer lodgings, a research position, but she couldn't imagine parting with him. They were both strangers in a strange land, it would be a betrayal of his trust to hand him over

So she ended up working in one of the large factories, like many of the other refugees and the Galarians who were too poor or uneducated to find employment elsewhere. The machines were huge, loud, and could easily separate your scalp from your skull or fingers from your hand. Stormy considered herself lucky, as she always avoided injury, and she had someone to go home to.

At the end of each grueling shift, she would hurry back to her tiny, 1-room apartment to fetch the poke ball and take Xian for a walk. There were dangerous people who lived in Motostoke, who had no qualms with mugging a young woman, or worse, but no one dared treat her poorly when she had her Pokémon at her side. He'd glare and growl at any stranger who got too close but only looked at her with eyes of admiration.

But the shifts grew longer, more grueling, and she had less and less time and energy outside of work. She was told to work faster, harder, but she was only human. But it wasn't enough and she was fired.

She returned to her apartment in tears. She looked at the things that she had, only the bare essentials, she couldn't afford anything more than that. Xian didn't need to eat, for whatever reason, which made things manageable. But with no income...she glanced at the poke ball.

"No, I couldn't. I could never sell him." But the only other option was to live on the street, where she'd inevitably freeze to death in one of Galar's harsh winters. She cried, unsure of what else to do. Going home wasn't an option, there was nowhere else to go, and there was only a short amount of time before rent was due.

The ball shuddered and popped open. Xian, taking up all the free space in the tiny room, laid his head across her lap.

"You're the only friend I have," Stormy said. "But we'll figure something out. You've always been by my side." She hugged his head, the sharp points pressing into her. "You have no idea how much it means to me."

Then there was a blinding white light and a loud crack. Xian's profile shifted morphed. The light dissipated, making Stormy blink.

"X-Xian? Is that you?"

The Pokémon purred and nuzzled into her chest. It was the same body, but the main and crest was white, and there was no rusty helmet. His snout was smooth, metallic, and ended in a hooked beak. The crest atop his head raised and lowered slightly.

"Did you evolve?"

His eyes opened, a bright, pure silver. He shot up, opened his maw and

Stormy squeaked as a bright pink tongue ran up her cheek. It was surprisingly dry, just wet enough to not be uncomfortable.

"You can finally kiss me now, huh, boy?"

He was such a beautiful Pokémon, like nothing she'd ever seen. A blend of organic shapes the straight lines of machines. She stroked his head, his neck. He purred and rolled over to his side, taking up much of the bed.

"You have to leave room for me, too!" She watched him lay down his head and close his eyes as her hands moved lower to the short black fur of his body. She could finally see his facial expressions, could hear his real voice, experience the true him.

Something warm and hard bumped against her hand; she turned to look and yelped.

"I-is that your...." She already knew he was a male; she knew he had that anatomy but had never seen anything other than his sheath and balls. His erect cock twitched, precum oozing from the pointed tip. Large scales lined the underside, not unlike the ones on his flanks.

"I...I guess you couldn't get hard before you evolved," she said absentmindedly. Is that how Pokémon worked? They made eggs, but something had to happen to make those eggs. But there were no female Pokémon nearby, she didn't know anyone else who even owned a Pokémon, and she definitely couldn't have him leave the house like this. And sending him back into his poke ball seemed cruel, too.

Her hand slowly made its way back to his length. She touched it with the tips of her fingers and looked to his face; his eyes were open and was watching her. She closed her hand and gave an experimental squeeze; he huffed and closed his eyes.

"You...like that, don't you, boy?" Her hand moved up to the head of his cock, gently pressed open by the swell of the crown. Her thumb swiped across the hole and he shuddered.

"Good boy," she murmured. She was transfixed on his cock; it was deep red like the finest wine, dark purple veins pulsing along the sides. She glanced at his size and then her own body and felt her whole face flush.

Fucking your Pokémon? No, that was too much! Impossible!

But she was already jerking him off. No, this is different, there was no way he could do this himself with his talons and paws. As his owner, it was her responsibility to ensure he was taken care of...and that meant throbbing erections, too.

Still she squirmed, heat and wetness pooling between her own legs. Without the helmet, his scent wasn't overwhelmed by rust, it was slightly musky yet energizing. To keep from touching herself, her other hand made its way to his balls; they tightened under her touch and he groaned.

They were larger than before and heavy. "I bet they'd feel so good slapping against my ass."

And then Xian laughed. It wasn't exactly like a human laugh, but the pacing of the exhales made it clear that was the only thing it could be.

"It's not funny!"

Xian blinked. Stormy huffed.

"I can put you back in your ball like this, you know."

His crest deflated a little.

"Saying 'sorry' is probably out of your skillset, but no funny business, okay? Don't make this weirder than it has to be." The fact that he even could laugh at her set her mind at ease a little, as it meant that he was capable of understanding what was going on.

She got back to working him, both hands sliding up and down his cock. He whined and his hips jerked, pressing the scales into her palms.

"Easy, boy." But he was oozing precum and kicking his legs, it was only a matter of time.

The base of his cock was starting to swell, a lobe on either side. One hand moved lower and he groaned.

It was clear what it was: something to lock his cock inside a squirming female. It took both hands to get around his knot and she worked it with shallow, squeezing stroke.

Xian gave no warning and growled as he came. Thick white ropes of seed splattered the front of Stormy's dress and the fur of his belly. His cock throbbed, each pulse another spurt of cum. Her hands ached but she only removed him once he began slowing down.

"Wow." She sighed. She gazed lovingly at the blissed-out Pokémon. He shivered as another full-body tremor made him pump out another load.

He's been pent up, she told herself, there were however-many-years of cum he had to work through. Still, it took several minutes for it to finally end, yet his cock was still swollen. Maybe it was a good thing she hadn't fucked him, there would be no way she could handle...all that.

...Maybe someday she could work her way up to that.