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For a moment... you felt floaty. Fuzzy. Light-headed... You aren't sure where you are, or what you were doing...

Oh, it's starting to come back to you. Yeah... you were in the middle of a Pokémon battle, weren't you? That must have been it... It's become clear now.

As your mind focuses back to the virtual stage that you stand upon, you can feel your head unclogging itself, your vision becoming less and less cloudy. The digital crowd also drifts into your view again as their artificial cheers fill your eardrums again. Your memories also come crawling back... You had just sent out your Incineroar to make quick work of your opponent's Tsareena. In fact, you were going to win this; your opponent only had her and one other Pokémon left, while you still stayed afloat with four of the maximum allowed 6 'mons.

Ah! You also remembered something your trusty Incineroar told you sometime before this match started... but you couldn't piece it together yet. Not like it mattered, since the Heel Pokémon in your command just got hit square in the face by a nasty High Jump Kick. Your Incineroar grunted in pain, but simply wiped his mouth as he growled with delight...?

Oh yeah! You had just commanded him to do his Z-Move! Your Z-Ring starts flickering with power, reminding you that you're at an incredible advantage. Pumped with energy and determined to win this, you cross your arms, and the crystal inside your band pulses once brightly. You perform the quick dance ritual needed to transfer that power over to your Incineroar, who rapidly backflips and lands in front of you right as you throw your hands up to finish your part of the move. The bright, yellow aura surrounding you flows up and out to the Pokémon in front, who gives a wide, cocky grin as he now carries the intense power needed to perform this almost game-ending attack...

"Now we destroy 'em! Malicious Moonsault!" Your voice calls out to Incineroar, who immediately thrust his hands outward, loudly roaring. And then... huh. Everything's gone blurry again as you remember now what your Incineroar told you, just before this match.

Unlike most trainers, you somehow held the capability of being able to... understand a Pokémon's speech patterns. It didn't matter if they were only capable of grunts, some garbled attempt at words or just their name over and over, you could perfectly understand what any monster was actually saying. This is how you managed to get so close to your Incineroar... very close. The details escape your mind right now, but the night you both spent talking to each other and finding the words to describe your true feelings for each other was a wild one indeed. That night, you both bonded, alright... But it only served to establish the impervious connection you two seemed to have for each other.

So it wasn't a surprise that your Incineroar, just before this match started, decided to bet on the outcome of the match with you. You could hear his voice in your head clearly: "If you can kick his ass without losing more than half of us, you'll get to top tonight... but if ya fail, I'll just have to beat some sense into ya for being a bad trainer! HAHAHA!"

You had... first-hand experience on just how rough he can get with you. When he was on top, he made sure to flaunt it, as was his nature. He made it feel so arousing, and yet... A part of you did not want to relive that episode again. The other half of you was practically begging to throw the game on purpose just to get that rush again, but of course, that wasn't going to happen, not with the incredible win streak you had going right now...

Win streak... Oh, right. You're in the middle of a match, weren't you? Your mind quickly focuses back onto the fight at hand, albeit with a newfound stiffness growing between your legs. And right on cue, too: Your Incineroar had just landed from his Moonsault, completely chopping away at all the Tsareena's health in an instant... but she remained intact. She struggled to get up, almost laughing as she held up a... Oh, for Arceus' sake-- it was a Focus Sash. You could almost hear the disappointment in your Incineroar's growl as you both saw the sash float up for a moment before disappearing from the Tsareena.

"Urgh... It's okay, dude! She's stil incredibly weak," you try to communicate to your Incineroar. "The only option my opponent has right now is to bet everything on his last Pokémon." At least the game plan was simple from here: Swap out your Incineroar for another Pokémon, and either have them tank a hit from the weakened Grass-type or watch what your opponent's final monster would be. With your mind made up, you quickly glance at your available Pokémon, fixating yourself on old reliable Clefable and picking up that and the empty Pokéball that was for your Incineroar to rest up in.

The next turn commences, and as planned, you withdraw your Incineroar, who silently pouts as he is warped into the bicolor device. Out comes your Clefable immediately after... and your opponent seems to have made the same exact move, swapping out their Tsareena for--

Oh no. That's a Golisopod...

You don't even get the chance to react to this before the opposing Hard Scale Pokémon hits your Clefable with Venoshock, fainting her in an instant, and before you could even consider what Pokémon to throw out next... the Golisopod starts ramming into you!?

SPLASH!

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...your whole body feels like mush. Where even are you, again...?

"Come on... down already? I didn't think you'd be THAT pathetic tonight..." A mysterious voice, accompanied by some low growl, could be heard... Who was that?

And then you remember where you actually are. You were once in a Pokémon battle, but not anymore. Right now, you're completely naked, lying down on the carpet of your bedroom, with a rather disappointed Incineroar staring back at you from above. He, too, was nude as well, helping you focus your mind to the present as you saw his rather impressive and intimidating barbed length pulse faintly from underneath his fire covered waist. A cool breeze flew past, allowing you to shiver slightly, and also realize that your length was also incredibly stiff, despite feeling unconscious.

"Hmph. Some trainer you are, not putting up enough of a fight for my fists." Your Incineroar keeps berating you, now feeling hot again as you come to realize what happened: You still won the fight, but not only did more than three of your Pokémon faint in that battle, you also sent out Incineroar against that Golisopod, a Water-type first and foremost, a big mistake that your monster was now rectifying. Was it an honest mistake? Did you actually do that on purpose just to have him go that hard on you now? Are you even sure that whole fight happened? It's become very hard to tell at this point, considering how dizzy you still feel, even as you're lifted up on your feet by the hands.

Your body wasn't faring any better, and as the Incineroar would prove in just a little bit, it was because he's been using your stomach as a punching bag. No wonder your whole body felt like spaghetti... You've only ever done this sort of thing with him once, and even then, you both had to stop halfway because of how much it hurt. Seems like now, all safety has gone out the window as he got his revenge on you. One closed fist would zip to your stomach like a bullet, waking you up instantly as you heaved. It obviously felt terrible... but again, he just made everything feel so arousing that it didn't matter much to you in that moment.

"Heh, but you really love it when I do that, huh? Even if it hurts that bad?" The Incineroar was at it again, teasing you once more as a cocky grin adorned his face for you to see. You couldn't help but nod weakly, finally admitting to that one half of you and the Incineroar how much you craved this abuse. All the fire cat could do was cackle. "Imagine what your friends would say if they found out you let your big, strong Pokémon beat you to a pulp! Heh..."

It was at this moment that the Incineroar would pull out a small Pokéball from behind you... and your eyes widen as you quickly figure out whose it belonged to.

"Our sessions are... private. We made sure of it." The Incineroar got to explaining what the matter was, almost grinning at what he was about to reveal. "However, it seems we had a secret spectator all along! You know how much better I perform with a crowd adorning me... To think he saw all those times I was bottoming, too! Fortunately, this man was incredibly eager to participate instead..."

With that, he tossed the ball to the ground. The ball opened with a click, revealing a quick burst of energy that formed into a Lucario... sitting down on the floor, casually stroking his own length beforehand. You watched as the Lucario very quickly stood up and tried to hide his erection, looking around wildly before resigning himself and side stepping to beside the Incineroar.

"Now, come on... I think it's safe to say we've been waiting for another spotter..." The Incineroar wasted no time in commanding the Lucario, who simply blushed and stepped into view again, allowing you to see, well, all of him for the first time. He was quite tall, well kept and, as much as you hated to admit it, kinda handsome. His member was also pretty decent, bouncing around as more of that red length seeped out of his sheath, almost dripping with pre. The both of you seemed to exchange sorrowful glances at each other, perhaps knowing how you both had longed for each other's warmth for some time.

"Alright, you," the cat now sneered at you, snapping you back to the present one final time. "On your hand and knees like a dog. I wanna see if this Lucario can learn Double Team..."

You were thrown back down to the floor, and with not much of a choice, you shakily got to your knees and used your arms to raise your upper body. Once you were in place, the cat very quickly got behind you, feeling his hot, flaming waist tickle your behind. The heel slapped his girthy meat with desire against your cheeks... while the Lucario got in front of you, allowing you to see his full red rocket just dangling around. Both of his hands now grabbed on to your hair.

"I... I'm really sorry about this, trainer," the Lucario finally spoke up. "This has been a dream of mine for so long...! I didn't know how to tell you about it, and I do wish it was under better circumstances, but alas..." You're not sure if the Lucario kept talking, and at this point, you were too far gone to even care or try to talk back. One of your hands instinctively reached for and gripped the jackal's bone for the first time, taking him by shock as you lazily rubbed it up and down.

"Oh, look at that. Already in their happy place." The Incineroar once again barked in a taunting approval. "Don't distract 'em, runt, unless you want me to put you there, too! Gehehe..." His sinister laugh echoed in your head, only serving to make you feel that much more lustful.

With one small push, the Incineroar would finally slowly wedge his length inside of your ass, used to that feeling by now. The Lucario would follow suit, guiding his shaft inside your mouth as you finally let them both have your way with you. The sensations and frisk movements would mesh together once again, making you feel so disoriented, so full of pleasure, until eventually you lost yourself in the ecstasy.

This would be one long night... again...