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Stormy awoke the next morning, prepared to trudge to the factory...but there was no need to. And that was a problem. In Alola, there wasn't such a constant need for money, the islands provided, supported the people, the gods and their work were tangible. There were places like that still in Galar, she'd heard, but she'd never seen them. And Motostoke was definitely not one of those.

Xian was still in her bed. He'd fallen asleep quickly and she didn't want to disturb him. Besides, it was nice sleeping next to a warm body, one that she didn't have to keep her guard up around or worry that they'd make some sort of comment about her body.

Right...money. Plenty of women worked as prostitutes, but it wasn't something she was comfortable doing. But what other choice did she have? There has to be other jobs. There're other factories, little stores, maybe I could clean a house? But Galarians lived very differently than what she was used to, there was still so much to learn.

Regardless, nothing will change if I stay here. She cleaned up and changed into her other outfit; figuring out how to wash out all the cum would be...challenging. Not to mention her bed. Let's deal with one thing at a time. Job first.

They walked through Motostoke, trying to find anything that Stormy could do, but there was no luck. There were countless refugees from other regions, all affected by the spacetime distortions, who were just as desperate to work. But they had skills, at least. They could cook, or build things, or were strong enough for physical labor. All she had was Xian, and she wasn't selling him.

"Say, Miss, that's a mighty fine Pokémon you got there."

Before she could reply, Xian stepped between Stormy and the man, crest flaring.

"You must have quite the record with a specimen like that," he added, yet still taking a step back.

"What are you talking about?" Stormy asked.

"For Pokémon battles."

"And those are...?"

"You're not, uh, a trainer, Miss?"

Oh, right. I've heard of those. But those were kids who went on journeys through the wilderness, challenging the elders and searching for the deities of each island. It was something you had to be well-off to do, which Stormy never was. Especially not now. But it made sense that something like that existed in Galar. "I don't have the means to do so. So, no."

"What do you mean 'means?' You have a Pokémon, don't you? And a pretty strong one at that, I've never seen anything like it."

"He's not--"

"'course, if it's money you're talking about, no better way to make a living than battling. Assuming you don't lose, that is."

Xian's head shifted, catching her gaze.

Do you want to fight? she silently asked. She was unsure how people normally interacted with their Pokémon, if they were supposed to be this intelligent, if treating him as an equal would reveal her as a harlot.

He lowered his head and nuzzled into her. She understood that now he wanted to take care of her.

The ring was informal, something gouged into the dirt in a local park. There were some rickety bleachers but only a few people watching, most disinterested. The man, who was the announcer, was trying to hype the crowd up, but weren't moved by the rousing speech.

"This really the best you got?" a boy asked. He hopped off the bleachers and shot Stormy a dirty look. "What gutter did you pick her out of?"

Her face flushed in anger, but she held her tongue. Xian was back in his pokeball--it was the proper procedure for these sorts of things--so she was alone.

"Will our reigning champion, the youngster Edgar, finally be dethroned by our newcomer Stormy and her mystery Pokémon?"

Edgar scoffed. "As if. Start the match already!"

"Battle...begin!"

Edgar casually tossed a pokeball and a short humanoid came out, sporting a green helmet.

"Ralts! It seems to be his favorite opener lately and has single-handedly swept many opponents! But how will it fair against...." The man gestured at Stormy.

"Oh, right. Uh, go, Xian!" She threw her pokeball and he appeared in a flash of red light, landing heavily on four mismatched feet. Murmurs rose from the crowd.

"It doesn't look so tough," Edgar said. "Ralts, Double Team." There was a shimmer in the air, almost like a heat wave, and there were three hazy Ralts on the field.

What do I do? Do I call out attacks? But she never studied battles, she didn't know what any of them were. She knew Pokémon could breathe fire, or call lightning, or fly, or dive deep below the sea, but Xian didn't look like he could do any of that. He didn't seem to have an affinity for any specific talents, he only had whatever body parts the gods had given him.

With a growl he charged forward, head down low before swinging it into the side of an illusion. It faltered as the move connected and Ralts tumbled to the ground.

"Iron head!" the announcer shouted. "It's super effective! Is this it for Ralts?"

The Pokémon didn't stir but no one moved to help it.

Oh no, is he--

"Ralts fainted!"

Edgar sneered. "Beginners luck. I know how to deal with steel types." He recalled Ralts before tossing out another Pokémon: a floating lantern, like the ones that graced most streets in Motostoke.

"Lampent! A mighty foe for a steel Pokémon indeed."

But I don't think Xian is made of steel? He was more steel in his previous form, with the heavy helmet. But now only certain parts of his head were made of metal, most of him was still organic. "I know you can do it, Xian! We're not scared of some silly lamp."

He moved faster than Lampent and grabbed it with his jaws.

"Oh no, bite! Another super effective move!"

"U-use hex!" Edgar shouted. Lampent made some noises as it waved its arms, but nothing happened.

"Our mystery Pokémon is immune to ghost! That must make it a normal type!"

"We won't lose to a lousy normal Pokémon! Hit him with a--"

Xian bit down again and the ghost squeaked before it fainted.

"What an upset! This means Edgar is down to his very last Pokémon!"

We're so close! We can win this!

Edgar threw his last ball as hard as he could and out popped a fox that landed neatly on its feet.

"Thievul! How many trainers' hopes and dreams have been beaten by this dark type?"

Dark...dark...what's good against dark? Light? Does Xian know any light moves? From what she gathered, Pokémon could have moves different types than they were. But there had to be some limitations, a Magikarp would probably never breathe fire or fly.

At least she knew two of his moves now, thanks to the announcer. "Xian, use--"

"Sucker punch."

The Thievul moved fast, too fast to see, until it was under Xian. It rammed itself into his chest and knocked him over.

"You're so predictable," Edgar sneered. "You only use damaging moves? What are you, five?"

Xian got to his feet and shook his head before setting the Thievul in its sights.

"Get that stupid fox!" Stormy shouted.

Xian reared up with a roar and slashed with both of his front talons, raking his opponent across its entire body. The Thievul tumbled backwards.

"X-Scissor!" the announcer cried out. "I don't think I've ever seen a normal type use it! And it was a critical hit! Is this the end for Thievul?"

The fox tried to stand on shaky paws but slumped into the dust.

"I can't believe it! A total novice beat our reigning champion!"

The crowd cheered, making Stormy jump. There were more people than before, when did they get there? But that didn't matter, she was only worried about Xian, running over to him.

"You okay, boy?"

He churred and pressed his head into her chest.

"You did such a good job! You were incredible."

"Don't make me gag," Edgar said. "If you treat it like a pet, you're never going to make it in a real battle. What're you going to do if he gets hurt?"

"I-I'll figure it out when it happens!" Are trainers all so mean to their Pokémon? He didn't even name them or get upset when they were hurt, just that he was losing.

"Whatever, here." He held out a fistful of money. "Beginner's luck, that's all."

She took the bills but paused at seeing the denominations. "This can't be right, it's--"

"Not much better than fighting school children. Don't expect to make a living off of this."

But that was the thing. What she just made in 15 minutes was more than a month's wages at the factory.

They weren't unbeatable, of course, but they quickly outgrew the small leagues and joined others. Team Galactic helped them figure out what was Xian's move set and taught him new ones. And there were still offers to buy him, or trade for powerful Pokémon, but she always said no. She was his trainer, but they were partners, best friends, and nothing would get in the way of that.

Stormy was able to lease a beautiful apartment in one of the leisure districts, far away from the soot of the factories. She was no longer ever hungry, or cold, or had to wake up before the crack of dawn to be somewhere. If asked, she would say she had everything that she could ever want and that she was happy.

But that wasn't true, yet she could tell no one. After the night he evolved, Xian never showed interest in her like that again. And it felt wrong to ask it of him. She had met other trainers who loved their Pokémon, but no one spoke of loving their Pokémon like that. Maybe it truly was a special case, he was a unique Pokémon, one that couldn't eat or drink or emote for so long trapped under that cruel iron mask.

So, she tried to forget. There were plenty of suitors, some she even took home, but none ever lasted. "You're so charming, and handsome, and I love the time we spend together, darling, but, oh, you could never fuck me as good as my Pokémon could," was what she always wanted to say, but couldn't. How could she? When she trudged home from her latest social engagement--there were quite a few once you became so interesting, it turns out--it was all she could think about.

Xian was curled up on his bed by the fire in the living room. He hadn't joined her, as only the smallest Pokémon tended to remain at a trainer's side 24/7. Or at least that was the proper etiquette, another thing she found herself having to deal with. There were special exceptions for Pokémon that were especially beautiful, or majestic, but Xian wasn't one of them, it seemed. He was a mishmash of different parts, and that couldn't be beautiful.

She watched him sleep. Only having one Pokémon was limiting her as a trainer. If she ever faced a fighting type, they usually lost, and sometimes luck wasn't on their side. Taking on multiple Pokémon by himself was something he always did valiantly, but it was also unfair to ask so much of him. Perhaps they should travel, soon, see what other Pokémon she could find and build a proper team.

But would that ruin what we have? But what even was that? A trainer and her favorite Pokémon, nothing more than that. Perhaps he wouldn't like that. It was impossible to know what he was thinking, since he couldn't speak, even though he clearly understood what she could say. And yet there was so much she didn't, so he would never know.

She retired to her bedroom, undressed, and flopped into her bed. It was much too big for one person and got cold at night alone.

Stupid.... Stupid men, stupid etiquette, stupid unspoken rules of society that got her into this situation. A hand made its way between her legs, and she shivered. The cold air of the room against her naked skin only made her want to be under someone more. A finger pressed inside; she was already dripping.

And then something bumped against her hand, brushing the inside of her thighs. She screamed and shirked back, only to see Xian staring at her. He cocked his head, silver eyes faintly glowing in the light.

"You scared me," she scolded. But she didn't tell him to leave, nor did he move to. They watched each other for some time. Stormy's mind raced but formed no words. There was what she wanted, what she needed, what she should do, what she couldn't. They were all competing, screaming, and she didn't know what was right. She only realized she had made a choice when Xian's hands dove between her legs, which she had spread. For him.

"Fuck." His tongue was thick, heavy, pressing into her with more force than she thought possible. Her hands gripped his ears, rigid and ungiving, and pulled his mouth even closer. He rumbled deep in his chest, he lapped at every drop of wetness that came from her quivering cunt.

I'm being eaten out by a Pokémon. The thought floated across her mind. It was the truth, it was so salacious, so forbidden, and there was no way she could possibly stop.

Except his tongue was much too broad to fit in her, yet she wanted more. Her grip on his ears loosened and he withdrew. But before she had the chance to complain he reared up, claws, grabbing at her thighs and yanking her forward.

She yelped as she was pulled to the edge of the bed. "Careful, those are...." Her mind blanked when she saw his cock. It twitched, flexing towards his belly.

He resettled his talons to either side of her chest and stepped forward. The tip of his cock pressed against her and slide up as he thrust, pressing hard against her clit. Again, he tried to mount her and missed. He growled in frustration.

"Hold on, boy," she murmured. "Let me...." She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the tip. It pulsed against her grip, desperate. She angled it until it was pressing against her entrance, already starting to stretch her open. "Okay, that should--"

The breath was knocked out of her as he suddenly thrusted, the tip popping in. It was dizzying, she was grateful to be lying down and that he was doing all the work.

"Xian, fuck." Tears stung her eyes, and her body shook. But it was too late to go back now. She couldn't possibly imagine stopping. Her hands gripped his forelegs in a desperate attempt to brace herself, to have some semblance of control.

He leaned in, pressing his weight into her. Another thrust and she felt another something pop into her. Then she remembered the large scales, plate-like, that were underneath his cock. The unrelenting stretch only gave some relief when he withdrew, the lip of the scale pulling back, and then he thrust it back in.

Stormy could smell sweat, sex, taste the musk of her lover against her tongue. She wanted more of him, to kiss him like a human, but his face was much too far away. He gave her more, inches of his cock worked deeper and deeper. She expected herself to break, for the pain to turn sharp and wet and horrible, but it never came. It only ended when his hips were flush with hers and she could feel the wait of his heavy balls against her ass.

Xian paused, panting. She reached up and stroked his beautiful silver mane.

"You feel so good, boy."

He purred.

"But I need you to fuck me. Don't hold back."

He tilted his head questioningly.

"I can take it. I'll tell you to stop if it's too much, okay?"

He responded by wrapping his talons around her waist. With a growl he pulled her closer, spearing himself somewhere so deep she saw stars. At every thrust he rammed them together, the sound of flesh against flesh defeaning.

Fucked into a quavering, moaning mess, being bred by her Pokémon. Her entire world shrunk down to the sensation of cock hammering into her, how her body squirmed and clamped down and fought it and begged for more. How everything went white as everything shuddered as she realized she came.

But Xian didn't slow down. His thrusts grew shallow as Stormy's body calmed to a whimper, aching and boneless and still being used.

"Cum in me, Xian, please. I need your seed. I need it so--" She bit her lip as another tidal wave of pleasure overtook her.

Only then he faltered. He chuffed and pressed all his weight into her. His pace became frantic, and she felt it, his knot starting to swell.

"Yes yes yes knot me, please, knot me, use me. Cum in me, cum in me." Hot seed splashed into the deepest part of her and her whole body shook. "Give it to me, give me everything."

Xian whined and shivered again and again, each in time to a pulse of his cock and another load of seed shooting into her. She was full, then uncomfortably full, then hot wet streaks oozed out of her aching cunt and against both their bodies.

He finally released his death grip on her hips, and she unwrapped her legs from his sides. But still they were joined together at the hip, her body held in place by the knot locking them together. Hiss balls contracted as another wave of pleasure overtook him, another wave of seed leaked out of her.

"You must feel so good right now." He dropped his head to her shoulder, and she hugged him. He whined as he came again. "It's okay, just let it all out." She pet his neck. "Maybe if you came more often, there wouldn't be so much at once."

He made that sound again, the one that was unmistakably laughter.

"Doesn't that sound nice? You shouldn't have to suffer like this. Let me take care of you."

He purred and nuzzled into her.

"You know I'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy. And if that means letting you fuck me, well, I won't complain."