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OH MY GOD MY FINGERS HURT ;.;

Regardless, I did manage to finish it. I haven't had a chance to read over it, but I'm sure any grammatical errors will be few and far between.

I apologize for the delay, and hope that your experience will still be enjoyable.

Have fun!

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"Anticipate, react, and attack," shouted a deep, feminine voice. It originated from an older woman; her body built like a wrestler and her dark, orange hair long and tangled, giving her the appearance of someone who had just crawled straight out of the wilderness. She was wearing a white shirt that has had the sleeves torn from them and blue, flared out pants. In her grasp was a kendo shinai, and she used it to strike at someone.

"You're not giving me a chance to attack," replied an eleven-year-old boy as he raised his own shinai, staggering as he blocked a ferocious blow from the woman. His hair was a dark grey, the sun reflecting off of the product he uses. It was well combed; the rest of his appearance was relatively tidy. He wore the same pants as the woman, but his shirt was nicely kept, save for chalky brown marks that indicated a hit against him from the muscled woman.

"A real opponent isn't going to openly give you a chance," shouted the red-head, a heavy swing bearing down on the kid's sword and causing his arms to shake with the strain. "This isn't one of your games, kid; you need to find your own opportunities!"

With a loud "smack," the shinai went flying from the kid's hand, landing by his side on the wooden floor of the dojo as the woman's own bamboo sword pokes at his throat.

"You lose, again."

"Come on, Sensei Soru," argued the kid, reaching for his fallen blade. "That wasn't official kendo. My father is paying you to teach me how to win competitions, not beat kids with a stick!"

The teacher crossed her arms, a frown adorning her hardened face as she glared at the boy. "Mr. Stone told me to teach you how to use a sword. He didn't say anything about competition training."

"Well, why else would I need to learn how to do this stuff," said the child, turning his head away. "This crap is boring!"

Soru shouted, "This "crap" could save your life one day!"

"How? If a criminal comes up to me I'm supposed to find a stick lying on the ground and start swinging? No thank, that's why my father and I have bodyguards."

"And you're alright with that," asked the woman, her angry gaze accented by her twisted, fire-like red hair. "Never having to lift a finger for yourself? Are you simply content to just drift through and take what you want out of life?"

"That's a stupid question," said the young boy, brushing the marks off of his shirt. "Of course I am."

There was a stolid silence, a heavy breeze blowing through the open window in the dojo, scattering the woman's hair. "That's it," she finally said. "We're done here."

"What?"

"You're a spoiled brat who only strives to do what his father says and hope that things fall as neatly into your lap as it did into his. You're weak, and I pity you."

The kid stomped the ground, a snarl crossing his lips. "Hey! You're not allowed to talk to me like that!"

"Eh, so what," asked the woman nonchalantly, brushing an odd hair out of her eyes. "The truth burns, and trying to hide from it is impossible. Just because you don't want to hear it doesn't mean it's not true."

"I could get have you fired for saying things like that!"

"Go ahead. Anything is better than listen to you whine all day. I'm leaving."

"You can't leave," the child shouted, angry that this woman was talking to him like a common peon. "My father paid you to teach me. We own you!"

With a ferocious blast of wind, Sensei Soru's shinai soaring by the kid's head and embedding itself in the wall, despite it's blunted tip. The boy felt a small sliver of pain streak across his cheek as the gust seemed to rush past his face at such a speed that it was able to cut him like a knife. His eyes were wide, and he fell on his rear, looking to the woman who sent the wooden sword hurling at him.

"Nobody owns me, Stone," Soru said calmly, belying the feat she had just performed. "Unlike you, I have an identity. I don't need to ride on someone's coat-tails in order to confirm my own existence. I make my own life," Soru said, slowly turning and walking away.

The kid stood, furious. He grabbed the shinai and tore it out of the broken section of wall. He then kicked his own blade off of the ground, wielding both bamboo swords in an awkward stance. "I demand respect!"

The woman stopped and slowly turned, smiling as the kid tried to awkwardly balance his stance with two swords. "I'll let you in on a secret, kid: you can't demand respect. Some people may say they respect you and your father, but that's only because your daddy signs their checks."

The young man let the swords fall to his side, feeling an odd combination of anger and confusion. He thought of all the people that looked at him and smiled, people that had never met and were nice to him. *Is what she's saying true?*

"So what now, little Stone," asked Soru. "Do you want to walk back to your father with your tail between your legs, or do you want to use those swords and earn the respect that you so far have yet to deserve."

The eleven-year-old raised his bamboo blades, crossing them in front of his body like he's seen the heroes in his video games do. A small trail of blood slowly ran down his cheek from the superficial cut. The sensei grinned, pulling a spare shinai off of the wall mount and readying it against her shorter attacker.

"My name isn't 'Stone'," said the boy, beginning to charge the red-haired woman, his two swords trailing by his side, almost dragging the floor with their relative size to him.

"It's Zack!"

A loud slap of wood on wood filled the air as the blades collided.

* * *

My eyes fluttered open to gaze upon the sunset. The clearing was completely covered in skitty-woven vines, and the sky was barely visible through the foliage. *Damn, how long was I out?*

I went to lean forward in my leafy, throne-like bed, but a heavy, warm weight kept me down. I looked on my stomach to see Katherine sleeping softly, her breath rolling up my body as the sun dyed her white fur orange with its dying glow. Her shoulder had no signs of the damage from before, save for two small holes where the fangs had pierced.

Kat's eyes slowly opened to my stirring, a be-fanged smile cracking her black lips. "Glad to see you're up and breathing. You were squirming pretty badly in your sleep, and May said you had a fever. You made for a warm bed, but you wouldn't stop moving around."

I looked at her, amused and relieved that she had returned to her old self. "I'm...sorry?"

My absol put her heavy paw on my chest, drawing her furred form up my body and brushing her snout to my human nose. "I'll forgive you this time, my Master."

I brought my hand to rest on the back of her large, furry head and pressed my lips to hers. I kept my eyes half open to enjoy the look on her face: her crimson irises were half-covered by her falling eyelids. I felt her heartbeat against my own, and the warmth of her body blanketed my chest.

"Oh, you're awake!"

I flinched in surprise, jerking my head from Katherine's lips and looking to the source of the voice. May had rounded the corner of my throne and was staring at me with a smile. "How does your arm feel?"

I was speechless. I knew May had seen me kissing Kat, yet she didn't even bat an eye at the situation. I looked down at my arm and saw the bandage still secured on it. There was no sign of blood, and I didn't feel any pain at all.

"It's... good," I said, fidgeting nervously in my voice like a kid who just got caught masturbating. Katherine put a claw on my shoulder and smiled, relaxing me a little. "May, do you remember the days where we were both conscious at the same time?"

"You mean this morning?"

"Yeah... Ah, good times."

May chuckled and turned around. "I think we should get some rest. It's too late to continue to Mauville, and the contest is still two days away. I think we can spend a day out on the road."

I was a bit surprised to hear her say that. "We shouldn't stay here too long! What about the comic book nerd with the leather fetish?"

May shook her head, her off-the-side pigtails swaying only slightly. "Trent searched these whole woods. He didn't find anything, according to Kat. Now he's trying to revitalize the tree that was burned."

"I see," I nodded, satisfied that Trent had searched the area high and low for at least a mile. Trent is my ringer; his power matched only by his gentle nature, especially amongst the trees. I looked over my shoulder to see Trent removing a yellow seed from his shoulder, packing the nutrient-enriched bulb into the roots of the singed tree. The ground shimmered with a beautiful green glow, the emerald ripples traveling throughout the entire clearing.

Vines sprouted from the ground and encircled the burned areas of the tree, wrapping around the scorched trunk and protecting its exposed areas from the elements. I recognized that as his Nature Power attack, allowing him to use the nutrients in his seeds to do wondrous things.

I smiled at the scene, but heard a noisy growling coming my stomach. I felt a light cramping, and remembered that the last I had eaten was a quick breakfast. Actually... I didn't remember eating much breakfast. I was too busy thinking about what I was going to that Alex guy.

May must have heard my gut's protest and spoke up. "I found another berry grove near here, Zack. I think we should have ourselves a nice dinner to compliment your victories today. You've earned it."

"Alright, just take Trent with you."

"Of course," May nodded. "I'll be back in a few minutes!"

She walked off, Trent placing his hands together in a small prayer-like motion before standing and following her, his pine-like tail sweeping the ground behind him as he stepped by her on all fours like a big, green dinosaur.

I turned my attention back to my absol and smiled. She had been staring at me the entire time, a loving glint in her eye. "Zack... I need to talk to you about something."

"Of course. What's on your mind?"

"It's about..." her gaze wavered to the area around her, as if she were hoping the trees would provide the words that she needed to say. "Wild Pokemon from where I grew up participated in something called Claiming."

"Claiming?"

"Yes," Katherine nodded. She seemed to be struggling with something. I put my hand on her shoulder and coaxed more information out of her, comforting her as she had done me before. "It's like mating, only it's more... official."

I tried to relax the absol further by rubbing my left hand against the sensitive spot just around her horn. She leaned into my hand heavily, letting out a breath. "Go on," I said in a gentle, urging tone.

"Well, it's a ritual involving us having sex, and from then on I'm your mate."

I cocked an eyebrow. "That sounds like fun... but I thought I was already your mate, what with the..."

"Not yet," said Kat, almost as if she expected my confusion. "We may have fucked each other's brains out, but what you did is technically called 'taking'. It's treated as a crime where I come from, punishable by you getting your throat torn out by the male that had claimed me before you."

"Oh, ok," I said, almost not pretending to understand the law of wild Pokemon. Most of the lower species were content to act and behave like animals, but the stronger, more intelligent ones tend to create clans and rules to go along with them. "So, if I get this straight, you have been claimed before?"

"Remember? The mightyena with the diamond-back markings, the fangs; the guy whose ass you kicked was my first mate."

I felt a little stupid for forgetting that. Kat had told me about her first mating experience right before our own. That mightyena with the seviper markings had fucked Katherine. My Katherine. I suddenly felt any shred of remorse in the back of my mind for the way I almost clawed into his body with my bare hand melt away.

"He had claimed me, so I was his mate and his alone. I had gone through a few more cycles of heat after that, but he had never shown up. I know now it was probably because he had been captured... but no other male would even approach me out of fear of being torn to shreds by that monster."

Katherine put her head on my chest, her ivory mane draping down the side of my body as she smiled. "But now that you defeated that bastard, you can make me your official lover. That way, you'd have the right to tear the throat out of anyone who tried to fuck me without your permission!"

It wasn't a mystery that she would be close to giggling right now. However, some things didn't add up. For the time I've known my absol, she's never shown any love of being owned by anyone. Her defiant nature is why I gave her the name of an equally independent woman...

"I know," said Katherine after the short silence between us. She turned her head away, "It stupid, I mean, you're a human after all. Technically, I'm yours already, so... I guess we don't need to," She tried to smile, laying into my chest with a heavy head, but I could tell she was upset.

I ran the situation through my head: Katherine was mated by a powerful male, who had intimidated any other male from satisfying her when she needed them to. This would ensure that the strongest female would have the strongest male, and therefore have the strongest kids. However, his seed didn't take, and she was stuck suffering during her other heat cycles because of the mightyena's capture.

Then Kat had met me. I may have taken her against her will, but the two "environmentalist" teams had decided that a Pokemon that could sense changes in the climate would be a great asset. After I captured her and took her from her home, she began to distrust me, all until I defeated the gym at Lilycove. Then she went into heat, and I was there for her.

*This ritual must be like getting married,* I thought, confident that it's the best way to compare what she proposed to a similar ritual. *While males could apparently have more than one mate, it seems that females would do well to pick the strongest one they could and stick with him. Despite Katherine's rebellious nature, she must still feel some ties to her life in the wild. She wanted this, and it's my privilege as both her trainer and her lover to do this.*

"So, how do we perform this Claiming," I asked, surprised that I had actually put any thought into this at all.

Katherine perked up instantly with a combination of shock and joy. "You'll do it!?"

"That's a stupid question," I said, a smile cracking my face as the sun sunk beneath the trees, the opposite sky growing dark with the shroud of night. "Of course I will."

My absol leaped and tackled me from her lying position on my own chest, the force causing the arboreal throne to fall backwards. After the impact with the forest floor, I looked up into the beaming eyes of my mate-to-be. I felt uncommonly giddy from the situation, though I don't know whether Katherine's joy was passing into me or my blood was slowly rushing to my brain. Regardless, I knew that I had done something right. Slowly, I rolled off of the upturned chair, Katherine lying beside me and pressing her forehead to mine. The elation in her eyes had turned into something else: it was the same look that was in her eyes after we had mated before.

"We'll do it later tonight," Kat said in a low, almost seductive whisper. "I have to get some things... prepared for us." She sat up on her haunches and watched me as I got up on one knee. "What kind of things," I asked with a grin, only to have her plod towards me and place a claw on my belt. She looked into my eyes and carefully hit the release button for Fara's pokeball. The capsule rolled to the forest floor and I picked it up, taking the hint quite clearly.

"Fara, you're needed," I said, pressing the button on the yellow-white ball. With a loud click and a crackling of energy, my ninetales appeared in a flash of bluish-white flame. I opened my mouth to speak, but Katherine had cut me off as she began speaking in poketongue. I had a feeling I knew what she was saying, but I would kill to learn her language as easily as she had learned mine.

Fara looked at me, and all I could do was sit down on my butt with my legs crossed and my hand between them. She slowly padded to me, placed her cold nose to my own, and gave my face a long, wet lick. Her soft, telepathic voice entered my head with little resistance after that small surprise. "You're doing a good thing, accepting Katherine's offer. It's no surprise that not many humans even consider their Pokemon's wilderness traditions."

A ghostly giggle washed over my mind as she continued. "Granted, I don't have any need for such rituals, but I'm happy for you both."

I thought my reply, hoping she would pick up on it. *Do you think that you two could teach me how to speak in poketongue?* I received another haunting bout of laughter inside my brain as an answer, along with a short message: "Perhaps, perhaps; But I would think you have other matters to worry about right now."

I nodded in agreement, smiling. Katherine turned towards Fara and said something else in the language of the Pokemon, then began walking off in the opposite direction. I got up to follow her, but my ninetales turned her back and fanned all nine of her tails, sending a message back to me. "We're going to go make preparations for tonight, Master Zack. We'll come and fetch you once we're ready."

"You might miss dinner," I said, smirking.

"We'll be fine, Master," said her oddly soothing voice. "Besides, you're going to need the extra strength. From what I've heard, you have a long night ahead of you," I think I saw her wink at me as she followed Kat. I was a bit worried about everyone splitting up right after our ordeal, but after the pounding the ninja girl's Pokemon took, I doubted she'll be crawling around here for a while. At least, that's what I hoped.

With a sigh to cleanse my nerves, I reached to my belt and removed a blue-and-yellow Pokeball. The bright-vermillion top glowed faintly in the dark, and the bottom was adorned with a tiny wave pattern. This ball was obviously Angel's. I pressed the button and opened the capsule, a dark-blue ball of light emerging from the containment device with a fizz and slowly taking the shape of my lanturn. She made a soft, cooing echo upon materialization, looking up at me with her huge eyes and almost goofy smile.

"I don't know about you girl, but I'm going to need more than berries in my belly after a day like this." I knelt and removed four tiny, silver disks from my coat pocket. These were hover tablets: devices designed to allow water type Pokemon to travel and fight on land. I attached them to Angel's belly, and the tablets unfolded their centers and began emitting a low hum. A few seconds later, my lanturn slowly began rising off of the floor, hovering a good foot in the air before coming to a stable halt.

Angel's tail waved like a rudder as she began swimming through the air around me, getting used to the devices like she did every time. "Let's go get some fish, girl. We'll get them caught and cooked just in time for dinner. Show me where the water is."

My lanturn's largest bulb lit, illuminating the darkened clearing with a halo of light. That beautiful display is what gave her namesake when I discovered her during one of my forays into an old Aqua hideout. She helped me find the entrance to the team's lair and her electric powers helped me thrash the punks inside. Hopefully, they won't be trying to enslave wailmer anymore.

Angel began floating in the direction of the nearest water source. Removing my pokenav from its holster on my belt, I opened it to the map page, making sure that May would see if it she returned before I did. I placed it on the fallen throne and hustled to follow the floating fish, stepping by her side. My mind was on other things, namely Katherine. I kept imagining our last night together, how passionate it was, and I was thinking how this one could possibly be more intense than that moment.

Needless to say, I looked forward to our honeymoon tonight.

* * *

"This is the spot, Trent," said May, motioning to the berry grove around her. Zack's sceptile, who had been walking beside her, stopped stood on his two hind legs. He looked into the canopy and found several fruits within their branches. Placing his three-fingered claw on the trunk of a nearby pecha, Trent closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt a vibrant life force inside the tree and smiled; this was a wonderful place.

May removed her pack from her belt and turned to the sceptile, hoping to ask him to help her get the fruits off the trees. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped herself when she saw him. His eyes were closed, almost as if he were basking in the glow of the sun. May closed her mouth and smiled; Trent was a gentle giant, despite the strength he had shown in saving her life. Reaching for a pokeball on her belt, she grasped it and looked up into the trees. *He deserves as much of a break as Zack,* she thought. *I'll just use my new Pokemon to cut down these fruits.*

"Bastilla, I need your help!"

Trent was snapped out of his natural high by the electronic sound of a Pokemon being unleashed from their capsule. He quickly turned, preparing to defend May from anything that would come to harm her. Materializing in front of the girl was a small, bipedal Pokemon. Slowly, the being took shape: small, yet vicious claws on both its hands, a pointed ear on one side and a long, feather-like protrusion on the other, and a black, feline-esque figure that filled out the remainder of the creature's outline. He's never seen a Pokemon like this before, but he saw the pokeball returning to May's hand, so this one must belong to her. Regardless, he was going to keep an eye on the newcomer.

May knelt and petted her sneasel. She had received him for doing a miniscule favor for someone in Petalburg. May never saw this person's face, nor did she think that she deserved such a rare, fantastic Pokemon for such a trivial thing as finding a rawst berry to cure a burn. However, she's not complaining. "Bastilla, could you cut those berries down for me?"

The black cat crossed her claws in front of her chest and looked up. This seemed like such a menial task for one of her skills. Sighing, she leaped with her powerful hind legs into the canopy. Faint white shimmers indicated where her slashes had struck branches, and in no time the forest floor was littered with fruit.

"Good job, Bastilla," cried May into the trees, seeing the black blur land on a branch above her, stopping and leaning on a tree limb. "You can come back into your ball now." Bastilla shook her feline head and hopped into a different tree, popping an un-cut fruit from its limbs and taking a large bit out of it.

"Oh... okay, well just, stay close, alright," May softly pleaded, watching the cat wave it's claw at her as if to say "Eh, if I feel like it."

May sighed; she needed to work on her disciplinary skills. She got on her knees and began scooping the fruits that weren't bruised into the bag.

Trent gazed into the tree where the cat was sitting and frowned; such disrespect. He looked to May and saw her bending over to pick up a pecha. He stepped closer to help her, crouching beside her and beginning to mimic her motions.

"Thanks Trent," May said as the gecko grabbed a grepa and placed it into May's bag. "But you don't have to. You've already done so much today, I don't want to seem ungrateful."

The sceptile disagreed; he did have to help. When he was a treecko in Professor Birch's lab, May cared for him and Stone like they were her little brothers, but he always thought of her as something more. While the mudkip was out playing, Trent spent all of his time with the professor's daughter, trying his best to drop subtle hints of the puppy love he had for her. At first, he thought it was unfair that Zack had chosen him over the mudkip, and to this day he still doesn't know why, but over time the trainer had proven to be just the thing Trent needed to become strong enough to protect everyone he cared about, even if it meant being away from the human he loved.

Trent had felt a bit of jealousy when he heard Zack had mated May, but he felt that it was for the best. They were both humans, after all, and as long as Zack stayed with May then he would be together with her as well. However... Zack had been turning to his other Pokemon more than other humans lately.

*Does that mean that she's available again,* Trent asked himself mentally. *Zack may be alright with Pokemon/human relationships, but May is much less outgoing. Would she be willing to go that far with a Pokemon? I wonder...*

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he picked up another berry and put it in her bag. *I shouldn't be thinking like that. May is...*

*May is...*

Trent watched the human girl pick up another fruit, carefully placing it in her pouch. Her upper body looked frail, but her thighs and legs seemed tempered from excessive bike-riding and hiking, making her seem a bit awkward compared to other humans. Trent saw beyond that, into the gentle caretaker that his treecko heart had fell in love with. He inched closer to her, their bodies almost touching as he picked up a fruit to hide his actions.

He felt a little perverted, sneaking a brush of skin here, an accidental touch there, but every time his lizard-like scales connected with her warm, human flesh he felt a tiny rush flow from the point of origin and rippled to his chest, making his heart feel heavy with a combination of guilt and a thrill of doing something that he's never done before.

"Alright, that should be enough," said May, putting one more berry in her bag. Trent nodded in agreement, but inside was cursing his luck. The girl hefted her pack and re-attached it to her waist, standing and staring up into the trees where her disobedient sneasel was finishing up its fruit. "We're going back to the campsite, Bastilla," she said, hoping the Pokemon was listening to her. "Be there soon, okay?"

May didn't receive any sort of reply and sighed, feeling as though she couldn't tell a dog to come to her if she had a steak in her hands. Trent stepped beside her, putting his reptilian paw on her shoulder. She reached up and placed her hand on it. "At least you'll listen to me, Trent."

"Then again," she paused, looking downward to her feet, "I know it's because your trainer isn't a total wimp."

Before the girl could mope any more, Trent grabbed her by her waist, eliciting a surprised yell as he hefted her and placed her on his back. As soon as May calmed down, she asked, "What, you want me to ride?"

Trent nodded, motioning with his paw for her to grab on to his neck. May leaned forward, straddling her hips around his body and trying to find a way to grab him without having to worry about choking him. She wrapped her arms around the base of his scaly neck and said "Alright, I think I'm ready."

The sceptile began walking at a steady, yet quickened pace. At first, May was a little frightened at the idea, but watching the great lizard crawling along the floor, deftly dodging roots and limbs and weaving through the trees, she felt that this was probably the safest way of travel. It wasn't long before the two had returned to the campsite that Kiki had constructed.

May gasped at the scene in front of her: the throne had been turned backwards, both Zack and Katherine had gone, and all that remained was a small, square light on top of the destroyed chair. "What happened!?"

Hopping off the reptile's back, the trainer ran to the little light. When she was close enough, she saw that it was the small, yellow pokenav that Zack carried. She picked up the device, looking at the screen. It revealed the locations of all of his Pokemon: Celia was flying overhead just south of the forest, Kiki was sleeping underneath Zack's coat, Katherine and Fara were in the same area as Celia, and Angel appeared to be in a nearby water source, the same place where Zack's "You Are Here" icon was.

"He's by the river with Angel?" May asked aloud. She knew that the lanturn was Zack's fisher, and she sat by the throne, feeling a bit upset. "Of course he is. Zack's always preferred meat over fruits and vegetables."

The young woman felt stupid, reaching into the bag and pulling out a fruit for herself. Trent sat down beside her, placing his hand over hers and pulling the fruit from her grasp. May looked up at the sceptile and watched him split the fruit in two, handing her the other half. She accepted with a smile, "Yeah, he can have all the fish he wants. We have a whole bunch of berries we can eat."

The lizard nodded, taking a bite out of his half of an oran, eating its blue rind and all. May did the same, only peeling away the skin and chewing on its juicy core. She leaned against the great reptile, finding comfort against his warm skin. Trent smiled, looking down as his charge and secret crush lay on his chest, placing an arm around her shoulder and watching her wriggle herself comfortably against him.

However, unbeknownst to them both, they were being watched by a pair of glowing, feline eyes.

* * *

*This is a good catch,* I thought, trailing a small bag of lanturn-fried-fish. I had returned Angel to her ball, giving the girl a good rest after feeding her a few of the raw ones. Coming across the clearing, I mentally winced as I saw that May and Trent had already arrived. *Whoops... I was worried about that.*

"Hey, you two," I called, catching their attention. The turned to look at me: May was obviously miffed, her cheeks puffing out, while I was surprised to find my sceptile was also looking at me with a bit of disdain.

Did I offend?

I walked up to them, bringing two of my fingers to my mouth and blowing hard, a sharp whistle echoing through the forest from between my lips. I turned the throne over, turning it into a vine-covered table as I pulled my jacket up off the floor and placed it across the makeshift dining stand like a tablecloth. I would have pulled out my laptop and begun pulling base decoration from my PC back home, but it's much more outdoorsy to do it this way.

The singing sound of my flygon's wings soon approached, coming to my call like a trained falcon. I threw a fish to her, watching her gulp down her treat with a smile. "You did good today, girl."

I turned to my own dinner, only to find my skitty had already eaten through half of it. I didn't even see her coming! I reached down to pull her off my dinner, only to find that she was purring contently with each gulp. I smiled; she had done a good job as well. "Alright, eat up."

I looked up to see my other two companions smirking at me. I pulled my last fish from my bag and placed it away from my carnivorous kitten, who was almost eaten the last one down to the bone. Looking up at Trent, I sighed, pushing the fish in their direction.

"I think I'll have some of that fruit, now."

* * *

Thankfully, Trent had been generous enough to give me most of his portion of fish. I felt just full enough, stretching my body out in the night air and working any cramps out of my system. The makeshift shelter that Kiki had made enclosed the area where May now slept, she having have eaten most of the fruit. Trent was watching her sleep, sitting against the healed tree with his claws crossed in front of his chest.

A faint, blue light entered the leafy tent through the trees, coming to rest right in front of me. I recognized it as one of Fara's tricks; the same one she had used to help me out of the desert cave. It began moving, and I took the hint, stepping beside my glowing usher like a patron being led to a table at a fine restaurant.

"Trent, Keep an eye on May while I'm gone. I'll see you in the morning." The sceptile looked at me questionably as I exited, but nodded before I was out of site, returning his gaze to the girl.

I began following the blue flame through the woods, twisting through the brush and around trees. I wasn't wearing my hat, and occasionally I had to brush twigs and branches from my eyes when the brush was too low to duck underneath.

After what seemed to be five minutes of hiking and walking, I was glad to have eaten so well. I felt invigorate, not only because of the food, but because I knew what was coming.

A soft, blue glow illuminated another clearing in the woods. It was haunting, and yet appealing at the same time. The flame drew me closer to it, beckoning me like a ghostly beacon. Slowly, almost silently, I stepped past the final line of trees into the area, taking a look at my new surroundings.

The clearing was much like my own campsite, only the trees had naturally grown to block out the sky. Blue will-o-wisps stood in front of each of the surrounding trees, suspended in air by Fara's power. They illuminated the cleaned forest floor, casting dancing shadows against the ground. I took a step into in to the clearing, looking to the center with wide eyes.

Katherine was on all fours, panting her rear suspended in the air. Fara was there, her nose half buried in my absol's backside, her maw soaked with a mixture of saliva and Kat's juices. The ninetales opened one eye and looked at me, sending another wave of telepathic messages in the wake of my surprise. "Glad you could join us, Master Zack."

I took several steps closer, continuing to watch this scene with perverted curiosity. "What, was I late to the party again?"

A hollow giggle echoed throughout my mind. "Hardly, you're just in time." The kitsune withdrew her tongue, a string of her saliva following it back to her mouth. "You see," she said to my mind, licking her chops clean of Katherine's juices. "Claiming usually takes place during the female's estrus cycle. Considering how that has passed for her, in order for this ritual to be as real as possible, we have to simulate the lust, the primal need that her heat brings with her."

I looked down to Katherine and saw her panting, almost drooling from Fara's ministrations. Her black, teardrop-shaped cunt was leaking her own fluids, similar to the way it was when we mated before. Her eyes were half open, showing that same need that Fara had described.

"I see," I replied, nodding. "What else do I need to know?"

Fara smiled, "First, relax your mind and take of your pants. I'll let you in on what I know."

As I disrobed, throwing whatever clothes I still had on, Fara began filling my head with information. Apparently, there were three levels to this ritual: there is the fight to discover the strongest male, the judging, where the male and female look each other over and basically approve of one another, and finally the claiming.

I slid my boxers off last, letting the open air envelope my body once again. I could get used to this feeling. According to Fara, the first part of the ritual was completed when I trashed that mightyena. The second was about to take place, where the female would approach her champion male. I knelt to my knees, watching Katherine pad towards me, and her simulated heat burning through her eyes and into my own.

Katherine reached me and laid her head into my chest, her fur brushing against my naked stomach. The rest of her body explored my own, her warm pelt blanketing me with her lust as her eyes showed me her love. I brought my forehead to hers and have her lick my face, her tongue already half-hung through her panting.

The amorous absol stepped away, standing still as though she were on trail at a simple dog show. I took this opportunity to fulfill my role of judging. I inched forward, almost crawling to her. I placed my hands along her form, feeling her shiver as my fingers traced the gentle contours of the muscles beneath her snow-white fur. I felt her neck, under her mane, the soft, nearly hairless portion of her belly, each time bringing a spasm and a gasp from her. The talkative, sassy absol I knew was gone right now, willingly bound with the chains of her lust.

*No more words,* I thought as I made my way to her rear, the scent of pungent ginger wafting through the clearing, arousing every sense of my being. *They aren't required anymore,* I placed my erected member at the swollen, teardrop opening of her cunt, hearing her growl in anticipation as her nether-lips twitched with my touch. I leaned forward, wrapping my right arm around the front of her chest as my left gripped her back haunches, her black tail moving out of the way.

*This is all that mattered,* was my final thought before pushing forcefully into her, feeling that familiar warmth encase my cock and flow through my entire body. My mate arched her back and growled with pleasure as I released a growl of my own, squeezing her body against my own. I withdrew to my head, only to slam into her once more, delighting in her pleasured gasps. I threw all of my strength into each thrust, feeling each one ripple through her body.

Katherine's pleasured growls began to mingle with her absol cry, enticing a groan from me as her cunt convulsed around my shaft. I brought my left hand from her haunches to her chin, holding her head up as I made her support my weight with her quivering, yet powerful legs. I placed my chin on her forehead, seeing her eyes close as she groaned through clenched teeth.

With a spark of inspiration, I decided to turn this into my scene. I quickly withdrew, hearing her protesting shout. Using my own momentum, I pulled her from her feet and slammed her to the forest floor. She gasped as the sudden move knocked the wind out of her. I ended up on top of her, gazing into her shocked red eyes with my own, wearing a grinning, animalistic snarl. It was a gesture which she returned in kind, obviously enjoying this rough treatment.

I thrust into her again, watching her eyes shut and her neck crane backwards in ecstasy, a roaring cry erupting from her mouth. I felt her pussy quiver around my ingrained rod as she shook with an orgasm, her lubricant aiding my future thrusts. I felt her tail curl upwards between my butt cheeks, the strong muscles in there urging me deeper into her.

My mate's fore-claws wrapped around my back, her head slowly coming to face mine as I rubbed her fur against the ground with my thrusts. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her mouth open in furious panting as I drove myself further and faster through her vaginal tunnel. For several minutes, this went on: my hips pounding into her as a trail of her cum and lubricant stitched a silvery web between our bodies.

Suddenly, I felt my prostate tingle, a sign of my impending orgasm. I clenched every muscle I had; I had to keep this going longer. As if sensing my distress, Katherine egged it on, pushing against my balls with her tail. The absol grinned, silently begging for me to release my seed into her and complete our ritual.

I could hold back no longer. I plunged into my absol one more time, feeling my burning seed erupt into her womb. I stretched my neck back and growled as it happened, feeling my own beast inside me flow into her. Katherine began to gently lick the underside of my neck as she massaged my balls with her tail some more, urging as much cum into her as possible.

My body finally relaxed, my humanity slowly returning as my climax faded into the afterglow. I looked down at my mate, looking into her eyes with the knowledge that she was now mine by any standards; human, Pokemon, there was no earthly law that remained that kept us from each other. Even our species ceased. We were as one, and nothing could change that.

"Thank you," she finally said, letting her arms fall to her sides. I took my right hand and grabbed an upturned paw, grasping it. She didn't need to thank me. I slowly brought my head down and met my tongue against hers, meeting in an open-mouthed kiss, a blend of my human affection and animal instinct.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fara sitting on her haunches. She was our witness, watching the scene silently. I felt bad for her, seeing as she wasn't allowed to intervene in our session. I broke the kiss to look at my ninetales, watching as she snapped out of her focus and stared at me, her voice entering my muffled head. "Yes, Master Zack?"

Katherine saw me looking at her and grinned. "Com'ere, Fara. It's your turn."

That puzzled both me and my ninetales, Katherine slowly pushing me out of her. My absol's pussy oozed with my pearly-white cum as she sat up, her chest slowly pushing against my own. I sat backwards, watching as Katherine and Fara had a short conversation in poketongue.

The kitsune turned towards me, her vulpine pads hardly making a sound against the forest floor as she approached. "Your generous mate has decided to let me ride you tonight, Master, if you so choose."

That was a bit of a delightful shock. I turned to Katherine to see her nod at me, smiling before she sat back and began cleaning herself, lapping up the excess juices of our lovemaking. Fara's uncommonly cold nose shocked my attention back to her, however, a warm lick across my half-flaccid cock confusing my senses with the clashing temperatures.

The ninetales' tongue began exploring the sensitive areas of my inner thigh, licking up the remnant juices of the claiming ritual. After she finished cleansing my thighs, she returned to my shaft, which has already begun to return to life with her ministrations. A small bubble of cum drooled out of the head of my shaft, the vixen cleaning it off with one long lick.

I laid back, feeling my rod restored to its former hardness within a matter of moments, gratis to her heated, vulpine tongue. As my naked back hit the ground, Fara stepped onto my chest, rubbing her burning, unattended sex across my cock head.

With an innocent, yet eager voice, the ninetales asked, "Can you help me, Master?"

I was eager to comply, grasping the base of my shaft and guiding it into the kitsune's cunt. I almost shouted as the slightly cool air of the forest was dynamically shifted into that of a fire-type's furnace like pussy, the sensitive head of my cock screaming with torturous pleasure. Fara let out an audible whine as I slipped into her, each of her tails stiffening.

My energy had been spent with the ritual, but Fara was making it easy for me, bouncing up and down on my cock. All I could manage was light thrusts, my oversensitive penis being pummeled with sensations as her fluid dribbled down my cock and over my thighs.

Fara's tempo increased when she sensed I was prepared, her high-pitched whining mingling with her hot panting, the breaths bouncing off of my chest. I felt another warm sensation grace the base of my penis, forcing a moan from my lips. At first, I thought Fara had cum. Then, it happened again: a warm tendril, this time traveling upwards along my shaft. I looked between my ninetales' bouncing legs and saw Katherine licking my crotch, gathering mine and Fara's juices as she had done her own moments before.

I gasped, my vixen's cunt beginning to violently constrict my cock. "Fara, I'm about to-"

I was cut off by a howl; Fara's back arching and her head tilted towards the sky as her own orgasm trumped my own. Her body was convulsing so much, it was maddening! My nether regions began pulsing, my own seed traveling up my shaft and seeking refuge in my ninetales' womb.

However, that wasn't what was going to happen. In a blur and a burst of strength, Katherine had lifted Fara from my crotch and over my body. As she stumbled over me, scorching driblets of her cum splashed against my naked chest, causing my body to arc upwards. Her cunt landed in my face, giving me an unexpected taste of her pungent fluids as my seed continued on its way, spraying against my stomach and chest, robbed of its comfortable home.

After a few licks from me, Fara staggered away, her body still shaking from her orgasm. I looked down at Katherine, who had personally offended me and my penis. "What the Hell?"

Katherine didn't offer an apology. Instead, she began lapping the white stains of cum off of my body. Looking up at me with half a strand of my ejaculate in her mouth, she began speaking. "I'm sorry, Master; I just couldn't... help myself! This stuff is delicious!"

I sighed as she finished cleaning me. Turning to Fara, I could see the annoyed look in her face. A sinister idea popped into my head, hoping the telepathic kitsune could pick up on it. I saw her glance at me, her eyes widen, and a smile soon breaking her fanged jowls. She stepped behind Katherine, carefully sneaking to her rear as the absol continued cleaning my crotch.

A surprised shout broke the moderate silence of the night as Fara mounted Katherine, her yellowy white tails wrapping around the shocked absol's hind legs. Her vulpine maw gripped the scruff of Katherine's neck, one of the kitsune's tails glimmering with the sheen of her Iron Tail as ninetales tightened its muscles.

Katherine seemed to be panicking a little. "Wh... What!? What's going on?" She continued to struggle in vain; Fara was trained to pin her opponents into submission.

I stroked the area around her horn again. "Just relax, my dear," my tone was relaxing, but that didn't seem to help her situation any. The tip of Fara's tail entered Kat's used sex, causing her eyes to go wide with shock. "H...Hey! Don't do tha-AAT!!"

The absol's last word became a cry as the kitsune pushed much of her tail into her cunt. Her voice became contorted with confusion as she was violated at my behest. "Ngh...ahh...ow! That...that's new...ah!"

Fara seemed to be enjoying herself; this small bit of revenge seemed to be giving her a sense of dominant power, something that she craved in battle. On top of that, the tail she was using to fuck my Katherine was also rubbing the sensitive folds of her cunt, making this as pleasurable to her body as it was to her mind.

Seeing this perverted act resuscitated my own lust, perhaps for one last ride for tonight. I smiled as Katherine watched my member slowly grow before her eyes, her body barely managing to stand from the constant force she was under.

"You said you liked the taste," I half asked, gripping the base of her horn and sitting up on my knees, gently guiding her face towards my cock. "Well, here's your chance, Katherine. This'll be the last one for me tonight, so I want you to take this in your mouth and drain every last drop from me."

"Ah...alright," Said the absol. Her open mouth slowly crept towards my twitching member. Her tongue extended, allowing her to lick the underside of its head when Fara thrusts forward. I took a deep breath and, with precision timing, thrust my cock into Kat's mouth so suddenly I could see the look of surprise on her face. Her sharp teeth all but nicked the side of my shaft, her mouth still agape.

I began rocking my penis into her maw with each of Fara's thrust, watching the ninetales' eyes squint with pleasure as my absol's did the same. Something inside me delighted in seeing her like this: my cock pistoning through her drooling lips as her body was pushed forward by a lust-driven vixen, forcing her to take more of my shaft into her mouth.

I heard Fara whine again, speeding her tail up. With each thrust, all three of us were pleasured, Katherine being filled with her furred tail as her tongue flailed along the bottom of my shaft. I groaned with my final climax for the night approaching. The murmurs I felt within Katherine's throat indicated her own orgasm was drawing near. I smiled; *All three of us at the same time? Wouldn't that be a scene right out of a hentai movie.*

That became my goal. I withdrew from her mouth, running my hand up and down my cock as I prepared to send my last wave of seed into Katherine's panting mouth. Her murmurs could now be heard as moaning cries, growing louder and louder as the great kitsune astride her began to go faster and faster.

In one instant, the ghostly blue lights that flickered around the small clearing went nova, glowing to a brilliant blue that I'm sure could be seen around the forest as Fara lost her concentration to a mind-blowing orgasm. Howling with pleasure, the ninetales stuffed as much of her tempered tail into my absol, sending her over the edge with pleasure. This imagery, combined with my saliva-coated hand massaging my cock, sang the swan song for my last line of semen, the last few spurts of the night falling neatly into Katherine's open maw as I aimed her chin with my other hand.

The afterglow was amazing: the dying embers of the will-o-wisps provided a grand climax to the scene that had just taken place. Fara's grip slowly loosened, but she still managed to lie atop Katherine, who had fallen forward. I lay backwards once more, allowing the absol to use my moist crotch as a perverted pillow. Her open mouth cast hot breaths on my thigh as she lazily licked the last bits of cum off of my cock.

A panting silence followed, to be disturbed by a quiet voice from Katherine. "Hah... you had better watch out Master... Fara's looking to take your job."

I laughed, rubbing her furred head. "Only if I let her, remember? And I intend to keep my Katherine very close."

"That's what I wanted to hear," said the contented Pokemon, snuggling her head perversely into my lower stomach. I looked up at Fara, who was asleep, her tail slowly sliding out of her victim and brushing against the ground, its moisture picking up debris from the forest floor.

"It looks like we're going to need a bath after this," I said lazily. However, Katherine had soon followed the kitsune's example and drifted to sleep atop my naked form.

I found the scene amusing and wondered what someone would think if they saw a trainer and his two Pokemon like this. However, I was beyond caring what others thought, reaching for my discarded clothes and using them as a makeshift pillow to rest my weary head on.

*As far as I'm concerned, I might as well be one of them,* was my last, lazy thought, taking one last breath of the pungent air before letting my new bout of fatigue override my mind and send me drifting to sleep.

* * *

*She sleeps so peacefully,* thought Trent as he sat watching over May's slumbering form. He stood, walking just outside the clearing. He knew he was supposed to watch her, but he was too frustrated. He was just realizing that the feelings for her need to be expressed somehow; he couldn't just let them rot and die within his heart. However, he lacked the ability to speak, and despite May's intelligence, he doubted she could pick up on subtle messages.

He let out a sigh, kicking branch out from beneath his feet, but then his eyes went wide. His trained senses almost didn't pick up another being watching him from above! He immediately turned his attention to the treetops as a familiar feline form dropped from them, landing in front of the gecko with her claws crossed.

"I see you're having a little problem with communication," said the sneasel, looking up at the great gecko's surprised face as the words that left her lips were of the human language.

"I think I can help with that..."

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Ah, that felt good. Now, for another pressing matter:

Theme songs.

What?

Yes.

I tried to think of what songs the characters in my story would listen to if they had iPods. I also use some of the songs to put myself into character when I go to think about what they would do in a given situation.

So far I have 2: (Artist/Song name)

Zack: Fort Minor/Remember the Name (It's a rap-ish song, but many of the lyrics synch up with his attitude.)

Katherine: Nightwish/She is My Sin (If Katherine could sing [and who's to say she can't] this is what she would sound like. Her voice would be accented by the wailing siren of her own cry, making her sound like the lead singer in this band.)

On an unrelated note, I apologize. This has to be the worst chapter I have ever written. Ever. I could have split it up again, but I didn't feel like disappointing everyone again, so I decided to just post it all and hope that it's not that late when it gets out. However, if at least one person enjoyed it, well, that's a victory in my book.

Thank you for playing,

Matt, the Z-Byte