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A Pokéboys Story by HunterBlackLuna


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Unity City was the jewel of the European Republic, and, in fact, of the entire world. It was the biggest urban area in terms of size and population, and the center of the Church of the Spirit of Mercy, a place of great faith and civic virtue. It showcased engineering marvels, vast spires stabbing into the sky, supported with advanced anti-gravity technology and housing millions upon millions of citizens. The affluence of the public meant that it was one of the first cities to start heavily regulating car traffic again, on account of all the new vehicles in the last thirty years. The government and the citizens worked together to keep this massive, sprawling city as clean and organized as possible, and a girl could generally feel safe to walk around at night, as long as she kept to the bigger streets and had a Boy with her.

Night had indeed fallen as Andrea Lawson, Tamer of several years, set out. It wasn't really all that dark, though, with every building lit up, streetlights everywhere, glowing road-markers and median lines, and holographic billboards and ads looming over footpaths. The strange mix of colors and glows actually had a certain beauty, combined with the clear black sky speckled with countless stars, and the calm, cool breezes only added to the picture of serenity. She was a creature of the countryside, generally speaking, but even she had to admit it was oddly wonderful.

Lawson was a bit short and stout, curvy and soft-looking, lacking much intimidation, but underestimating her was a bad mistake. She wore all black, a hoodie and slacks that actually stood out more than they blended in with the city's constant light. The two Boys strode shoulder-to-shoulder, bickering as they sometimes did about nothing of any real consequence. To the left stood Godfrey the Dark Knight, his dark brown cloak overly bulky and making him seem wider than he really was, and with the hood pulled down, it even managed to dim perspective of his height a few inches. Nate the Umbra Angelus, on the other hand, moved wearing only a pair of pants and sandals, his well-built abdomen rippling with every step. His wings were pressed well against his back, to the point where looking at him from the front gave one the impression of simply a boy with night-black skin. Upon closer inspection, one would find his impressive physique decorated with wild, swirling lines as though etched from his own skin, slightly elevated from the rest of his body; scarred-tattoos, he called them, and they held meaning only to him, the lines simply being something of a visual treat for anybody able to get so close to him. Both Boys were rare and powerful, valuable treasure she had invested heavily in. They were her only Boys, and the only Boys she ever needed, the match of two or three opponents each.

People found the three of them a bit scary, to say the least, given the reputation of both Dark-type breeds. That had done a lot to make people respect her more, too, for anyone not frightened by the Boys had to at least respect the skill which had bred, trained and controlled these powerful beings. In reality, there was little to fear, as long as you didn't conflict with their bedrock-solid moral codes; if you did, though, fear was an acceptable, and even encouraged, reaction. A military official familiar with old-style weaponry had once referred to them as 'loose cannons', and although Lawson wasn't quite sure, it certainly sounded cool.

Other people were out, and she was surprised by how dense the sidewalks got in some areas; she'd only arrived a week ago and the sheer amount of people still boggled her. They all reacted a bit differently to her, although generally they tried to get out of the way and maybe stared, especially at her temptingly exposed dark angel. She picked up whispers as she passed people by, which meant her Boys must have heard them as if they were screaming, but oddly enough the vigilantes seemed proud rather than offended.

In fact, her first sign of trouble was a figure that didn't try to leap from her path or even notice she existed. In an ocean, a patch of completely calm water stood out sorely, and so here she instantly noticed the thin figure, wrapped in a hoodie of his own and standing right in their way. Lawson shifted aside slightly, but when she passed him, he tripped on something on the ground and flew sideways, right into her.

The impact sent her stumbling, but Godfrey was behind her, arms holding her up, with frightening speed. As soon as Lawson got some of her wits back, she realized Nate was holding the other figure in a rather firmer grip. The person who'd ran into her jerked violently, which only made the Dark-type tighten his hold on the other's shoulders until a mewl of pain came from the lowered hood. "T-that hurts..." A tart male voice whined.

"Then stop moving," Nate growled, effortlessly keeping the Pokéboy pretty much still and leaning down so his low voice was perfectly audible. Godfrey made sure his Mistress was steady, and then joined his Brother, pulling back the figure's hood to reveal a teenager with the ears of a cat. "A Neko," The Pokéboy said. "My, my.... hey, look, what's wrong with his..." Before he could point out that his right ear looked bent at an odd angle, the Boy tried to move once more, and Nate turned, pressing him against the wall with his body. "Stop. Moving." The catboy froze up for a moment, found his strength completely useless, and gave in, relaxing against his captor.

Lawson would have stopped her Boy, but she'd already checked her pockets and found them empty. "You work pretty quick," She said, genuinely impressed. She crossed her arms and regarded the Neko's face as he was allowed to turn again and face her. He was cute, like all of his breed, but something about the curve of his cheeks and his feminine, pouty lips were just delicious.

Godfrey wordlessly stepped up, looking down from quite a height advantage on the first-tier Boy and holding out a hand. The Neko hesitated, but the Dark Knight didn't let up his piercing stare until the catboy had produced a wallet, Pokedex, and cell phone. "B-but...."

"Little bitch," Nate grunted, tightening his fists. "Thought you were smooth enough to pull that off with us here?"

"N-nya," The Neko said reflexively, unable to look away from Andrea, partly because he knew meeting the eyes of the two Dark-types would net him more discomfort. "But... but... I...." She didn't look an inch more forgiving than her Boys, which was hard to do unless one had experience acting like it, and the Boy lost hope. "... Don't turn me in..." She blinked. "I don't wantta go ta jail..."

"Jail?" The human echoed. "I wasn't aware Boys went to jail for stealing." Just as an object's owner was responsible if that object caused harm or damages, like a car running into a sign, the owner of a Pokéboy took the fall for any crimes or torts he committed. Either the Neko was very ignorant, or... he knew something very important. "Unless..."

Despite Nate's effort the kitty boy moved slightly again, and the bigger, darker Boy was about to punish him when Lawson told him to hold off. "Wh-whatt're ya talkin' about?" The Neko said. The bravado behind his question was so thin it fluttered in the breeze, and she barely suppressed a smirk.

"Just saying, your owner won't be very happy about this, will she?" The Tamer sounded for all the life of her innocent, something which her Boys exchanged a glance at.

"... Nya.... uh, no she won't," The Boy replied lamely. Among the skills Neko did not possess, they were horrible liars most of the time, and it was obvious what he was hiding. Stray Boys, those who had run away or been abandoned, were rumored to exist in big cities but very few official sources had ever tried to account for them. If one was ever recovered he was whisked into state custody with great speed and puny mercy. If her strong hunch was correct, this thin, gaunt-looking specimen didn't belong to anyone... yet.

Maybe she could fix that. After all, no harm no foul, and she always loved helping folks find their place in the world. She allowed herself to grin and stepped forward, getting into the kitty boy's personal space. He looked pretty enough, even with his thinness and a scar running down his left cheek, but his scent was acrid and she barely avoided tearing up. "How does your owner let you get into this state? This is abuse through neglect. It's almost.... like you don't have an owner."

The Neko's eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously. "Nya.... I got a owner.... h-how couldn't I? Not like I can just run around on my own!" Nate, eager for any excuse to beat the crap out of the pickpocket, decided he didn't like the tone this bum was using on his Mistress and made sure he felt it in his shoulders. "N-nya!"

"Let up," Lawson said casually, and the Neko sighed in relief. It was clear that either of these Boys could snap him in half like a twig if she ordered it, which helped with his manners. "Look. I'm not mad, at all, about you trying to rob me. It looks like you've had a hard time. What happened?" She asked sympathetically, voice filled with such earnestness that the kitty felt moved to speak.

"... I..." He stopped, meowing softly several times before continuing. "Sh-she was gonna kill me...." His head lowered and he stared at the sidewalk, perfectly neat and evenly paved. "I heard the guys at the store talkin... She'd hit me whenever I tripped or dropped somethin'... Sometimes she wouldn't stop until... nya.... I'd fall... asleep..." The other Boys shared a glance. Despite their annoyance, they also felt pangs of sympathy for their fellow Boy. "I started... gettin sleepy a lot... M-Mistress wouldn't take me ta the Center...."

"Any halfway-competent Bridget would be able to tell he hadn't 'fallen down the stairs' or 'tripped off a railing'," Andrea confirmed, nodding intently. "If she took you in for treatment then she'd be caught easily." So to make sure she never got slapped down for abuse, she would let her Boys bear their injuries. That led to her next thought, a horrible one. "You said she was going to kill you." Even the most abusive owners generally understood that killing off their own property was stupid, economically.

"Th-th Boy who worked in back before me..." The Pokéboy had broken in to full-on crying, and he leaned forward, allowing Lawson to easily support him. She did, patting his back stiffly; although she was more accustomed to personal contact than an average person, letting a stranger cry on her was still awkward. "Louie s-said that he... and one day he found, in the... the dumpster..."

"No way." Nate cut in. "That's... shit." His anger had shifted entirely from the Neko to his former owner. The dark angel felt a great desire to find this owner and bring her to justice, preferably with force. Godfrey nodded in agreement with the sentiment. They both looked at their Mistress, ideas already brewing in their head for their next mission, and trying to think about ways to convince her to give it the green light. Abuse of Pokéboys, especially to the point of death, was outlawed in the Republic. It wasn't on par with acts against people, but if they could make the charges stick, the police could give the criminal years in prison and confiscate all of her Boys and much of her financial assets.

"We aren't twenty blocks from Shrine Park," Andrea said, holding the Boy and petting him as she shook her head. "Trikko... even here, that woman just..." She took a deep breath. "Well. I already had a plan, and although it'll have to change I still like it." She gently pulled on the kitty's jaw until he was looking up at her, so close that their noses touched. "We can't just let you go on like this."

He blinked. "What do ya mean?" He asked, his voice small and lost. If he was embarrassed to be close to another Pokéboy, then he was turning red, even though his sorrow, at Lawson.

"If you stay out here you'll go Feral and starve. Hell, I can tell you're already on your way on both counts." She reached down with a habitual lack of respect for personal space and groped the kitty's crotch, feeling it bulging outwards. "Even when you're like this, you're ready to Tame." The Boy squirmed but she held him close. "So. We can either take you to the police and make sure the state gets you to someone somewhere... or you can come with me."

"What?" Godfrey had spoken for the first time, tone unnaturally elegant for the surprise he felt. The Dark Knight had sprouted the first layer of his armor when trouble had struck, and as he shifted the jet-black metal plates rattled and scraped. "Mistress, he's not strong enough-"

"In his current form he's not," Lawson replied. "But evolution stones aren't hard to come by. I can't say we wouldn't be able to use a Darkat." The Neko was already feeling powerless, but having others discuss his fate, right in his face, without giving him much choice only made him feel worse. That was part of the reason why he was surprised at her next words. "So. What's your choice?"

"... I get a choice?" He replied lamely, brain still stalling. Between having to spill his guts and the knowledge that he couldn't run and hide any more, he felt like a trauma victim. Plus, the fuzziness in his head, which had persisted day and night, even after he woke up from a good, long sleep, made any kind of intellectual stuff hard, even by his breed's low standards.

The Tamer nodded. "This is for your own good. If you choose to be with us, well, you'll need to be ready to fight. I'm on my journey and everyone needs to pull their weight and do their best. We'll make sure you're valued, though," She added, smirking at him. "Plus, just between you and me, these two Boys are really, really good fucks." The cat-boy looked between Nate and Godfrey, nodding. He was certainly no prude and could admit having these two as Brothers could be fun.

Nate didn't like the way this was going at all, though, and said, "Mistress, come on. We can help him but... taking him along?" The Neko was so pathetic, in attitude as well as physical prowess. "I don't think it's worth it." Plus, although he would never admit this, bringing in more Boys made his selfish streak flare up. Sharing her with Godfrey at least meant that he had a worthy rival, and the two had developed a confrontational sort of close friendship, but the Neko was below competition.

Andrea shut him down. "I appreciate how you feel, Nate, but you've misjudged. If he wants to join we're taking him." A good Tamer had to know how to put down her foot and take command when it required it. A great Tamer could listen to her Boys and take their opinions into proper account, and yet still retain her absolute mastery. Her tone of voice was nothing short of a command, and even the firebrand Nate couldn't reply with anything other than a nod. "So." She looked back at the kitty.

The poor Boy had experienced so little genuine warmth and care in his life that seeing this stranger worry about him moved him greatly. He hesitated, intimidated but also really excited at this chance, and said, "Nya.... I...." Overwhelmed, he struggled for words. If only he was smarter, he could have said something to match his feelings, but as it was all he could do was nod and say, "Yeah. L-Let's go."

Not every Tamer got to show that their diplomacy could reel in the meat as well as a Pokeball. Andrea nodded, reaching into her pocket and retrieving one of the miniaturized spheres. "Last chance. After I use one of my Balls on you I won't let you go." She tossed it up and down in her hand a few times, admiring how it felt almost weightless until she expanded it. When she got no complaints, she popped it to full size and reached out, tapping his forehead. He vanished into red light, swirling into the ball until he was packed in tight and the thing snapped shut. It didn't even shudder once before giving off the capture tone.

Original plans for the night forgotten, Andrea let out a sigh. "Well. That was... alright, first things first. Let's get to the Hospital. Who knows how long he's had his injuries. Plus they can give him a bath." She crinkled her nose and got a chuckle from the normally serious Dark Knight. Nate grinned as well, but felt genuine relief. He'd not had it very pleasant when he had to press against the little thief. "The Bridget can identify him so we know his name and his former owner, too. Oh, and the other consideration, his Taming... I believe I will need both of your help on this one."

There was an idea Nate could get behind. He and Godfrey hadn't gotten any all day, and their next look was smoldering. Even if they weren't totally a fan of the newcomer, any chance with their Mistress was one they took without hesitation.

The closest hospital, Satoshi Memorial, was half an hour's walk away, and under little time pressure except for lust, they set out. The facility's Pokécenter was, like all in Unity City, basically a separate full hospital, with towering buildings and vast grounds. When they entered the lobby, it contained a lot of people. Just like the general public of a city, the Tamers living or passing through this area didn't all go to sleep with the sun, and injuries or late arrivals always kept the place bustling. It definitely wasn't packed, though, and soon enough, Andrea was standing in front of the big counter, staring into the eyes of one of the most beautiful Boys she'd ever seen.

"Welcome to Satoshi Memorial's Pokéboy Wing," The Nurse Bridget said, voice uplifting and pleasantly perky, smile wide and innocent. He was designed to be as feminine as possible, with flowing blonde hair and a thin form devoid of testosterone, wrapped in a flatteringly tight white outfit. Unlike some Bridgets, who went full-out for a teasingly short skirt and heels, he had regular pants; standing or sitting around for long periods made some of the Boys very practical indeed. He was still delicious, and even for a hardened Tamer, she had a moment of just staring before she gathered herself. The Bridget obviously thought she looked alright, too, face blushing slightly. When he looked at Nate and Godfrey, though, his face got outright red and he giggled a bit loudly.

For their part, the horny Boys made no attempt to hide their hungry gazes, nor the big bulges in their pants, a verbal command away from becoming animals. Until that command, however, Andrea had zero doubts about their discipline, and she gave her own very pleasant smile. "This Pokéboy got attacked by vagrants earlier. We saved him and got him into a Ball, but... he wasn't in any condition to tell us his owner." She frowned. "Is he going to be ok, Nurse?" She set the Pokéball onto a tray near the Bridget's computer and waited.

The Bridget nodded immediately. "Don't worry, this Neko's injuries, although they are more severe than the usual stuff from a regular battle, aren't anything a few minutes in the healing unit can't fix~" He started the process immediately, the background hum of the room intensifying as white light washed over and over the Ball. Technology whose origin lay in another, more advanced, dimension was at work, and nobody in the room, least of all the person operating it, could have even hoped to understand its machination. They put it out of mind, though, when the Bridget moved on to the other thing all Tamers wanted. "Do you wish to get a room, milady? We have several available."

She nodded. "Yes, please." Some comedian, long forgotten to history but for a few good quotes, had once called Bridgets destroyers of morals because they made people happy to have their Boys injured. Sometimes, the Tamer really tended to believe that, but, she reassured herself, it was someone else's Boy at the time so it was ok.

He tossed her a keycard with a number on it, and waved her towards the stairs. "If you wish to go up now, I can send the Neko up when he's finished," The Nurse chirped. "Or, if you want some alone time with these lovely, firm Boys, I could give him another, more personal, examination," He offered, fluttering his eyebrows suggestively. Her Boys stared the Bridget down, actually seeming to like this plan a lot, but Andrea shook her head.

"Please send him up when he's done in the machine," Andrea replied, cheerful and respectful, and gave the Nurse a nod before setting off. She strongly felt the Neko's Taming needed to be with her and her Brotherhood, to start forging their bond right away.

As soon as she opened their new room with her keycard, however, her Boys decided to get uppity. They smoothly pressed against her, front and back, sandwiching the smaller girl with arrogant assertiveness. She squirmed and was about to protest, and order them to wait, when Godfrey leaned down and claimed her mouth. While her eyes squeezed shut and she melted against the dreamy knight, Nate murmured in her ear. "You're going to make us jealous, Mistress. Me and Godfrey want to make sure you still know who your favorite Boys in the world are."

Andrea had a major weakness for assertive Boys, a weakness her Dark-types had discovered long ago and never hesitated to use, in private, to drive her wild. His Brother had her front, but that didn't mean Nate couldn't help in the teasing, and he rubbed his erection into his Mistress' wonderful thick ass. Her squirming wasn't any serious attempt at getting away, but the two Boys hugged her tightly just for the feeling of control.

Eventually Godfrey relinquished the kiss, leaving Andrea gasping, but only to move lower and suckle her neck. She let out an adorable whimper at this, unable to form words at all anymore. Nate might have enjoyed teasing her a lot more in the hallway, but knew his Mistress wouldn't forgive him, and firmly started moving forward. From a long time of coordinating movements, Godfrey picked up his intent immediately and moved with him, never letting up an inch on their beloved owner. She shuffled with them, grateful at least for the mercy of privacy, but was too distracted to notice the door sliding closed behind them.

"It's like a whole new side to Mistress when we take control, God," Nate murmured teasingly, breath hot against her ear and neck even as his accomplace kept sucking and licking. "She loves it so much, especially when I do this..." His hand slid up the back of her hoodie and grasped the strap of her bra, yanking once and feeling the clasp fly open. The underwear was glad that the Dark Angel was being careful, though, because his strength could have easily just ripped it. Even though it seemed like they were dominating her, he knew that she would get ever so mad if they ruined yet another perfectly good bra.

They'd done this so much, in fact, that the next part was like a rehearsed combo attack. Godfrey drew his head back from Andrea and turned her around, holding her firmly by the waist and pressing his own throbbing erection into her. He did this so she could watch as Nate reached down and pulled up his own black shirt, revealing with torturous slowness his inhumanly perfect physique. She stared needfully at the chiseled abs and pecs, a hard, dangerous body whose every bump was hers to own... if she could. Right now she was the captive, though, no questions. Who would want to escape this treatment?

Nate dropped his shirt and, without looking at his Mistress, although he felt her eyes on him as though her vision was a sunbeam, bent over and undid his tight pants. They fell, leaving only black cotton boxers covering his body that cut off above his powerful, lean legs. Nowhere on his body was a single hair evident; like a good part of all Pokéboy types he was designed with some tertiary masculine markers removed to conform to old standards of 'beauty'. Andrea had to admit, though, the smoothness of his skin looked and felt so nice.

Godfrey stared lustily at the tent in Nate's boxers, wondering with a tinge of jealousy how the poor underwear managed not to burst apart under the pressure. Instead of completing the strip-tease, though, Nate paused, and finally looked Andrea in the eyes. Godfrey didn't think he needed to tell her but it felt wonderful too anyway, and he murmured into her ear, "Pull them down, Milady."

She wanted to, by Trikko there was nothing in the universe she needed more than to get Nate's big cock out and begin treating it exactly how it deserved, and yet, she hesitated. "The Neko-" The Tamer objected, shaking her head but actually being interrupted by her captor.

"Still has plenty of time to join in," Nate replied. "After all, me and God here are going to fuck you all night." He practically purred as he set forth what was going to happen, completely assured that she wanted this as much as they did. After all, it wasn't their first time, by far.

The Boys weren't going to let up, and so she reached out, grabbing hold of Nate's boxers and yanking them down. His cock sprang to full attention, huge and urgent before her, and when she bent down to get the underwear all the way off, her face was right in front of it. She couldn't look away; like everything about the Umbra Angelus, it exuded beauty and power, throbbing visibly. Nate's hips shifted forward slightly, and the head of his cock brushed against his Mistress' lips. She opened wide and took him in, plunging right into a blowjob in a shocking wave of pleasure for the Boy.

The girl couldn't even hope to fit all of him in her mouth, even with her respectable deep-throating, but she pushed as much in as possible, squeezing her eyes shut and feeling the invader push deeper and deeper. Nate let out a moan and grabbed her head, although not forceful enough to hurt his Mistress. "Nnngh..." Old Boys claimed they 'got used to it' when their Mistress sucked on their cock, but he swore he never would; each time, she did something slightly different, but the intense pleasure and pressure was always the same.

There had even been one time that Andrea had made Nate so weak by a prolonged blowjob that he'd fallen to his knees. What a compliment to his Tamer, although he found it quite embarrassing and was now steady as a rock despite the feelings coursing through him. Her eyes were on his face as it contorted, loving every second of his reaction.

Godfrey wasn't a demanding or impatient Boy, and even now, was perfectly happy watching this happen, even though he knew the two of them would take a while. That didn't reduce his need, though, and so he reached down with one of his own hands and gently stroked his less impressive erection.

Neither of the two stallions blew their loads easily, the strong Dark-types well-trained and conditioned to endure, which Andrea was thankful for. Not only did it mean all of her Tamings took forever, but when the Neko arrived, he wouldn't find her coated in cum, yet. She wasn't a huge fan of getting the sticky seed over her clothing and hair, but the Boys loved it dearly and she wanted to reward them for tolerating the kitty. Plus, having them do it to the Neko would quickly establish who was dominant and get that out of the way.

Even as she thought that, the door slid open and she heard the Neko's voice. "This is the room, right? I- n-n-nya!" The door slid closed again and Andrea would have giggled if she wasn't worried it would make her choke. She reluctantly pulled away, relinquishing her Pokéboy's cock for the moment, and looked up into his eyes as she licked her lips.

"C'mon, God," Nate growled, jerking towards the door. His Brother joined him, stepping past their kneeling Mistress. The Dark-types went out into the hallway, grabbed the Neko, and dragged him effortlessly into the room. "This is indeed the room," Nate confirmed, looming over the beet-red Neko with lustful eyes. "We couldn't wait for you."

The Neko looked like he wanted to protest, looking at Andrea. "N-nya... but I..." A strong hand reached down and ripped his pants in a single motion, causing the cloth to fall and revealing a pair of male panties, sky-blue and cotton, which covered his small, if hard, cock. "Nya! W-wait! That was my favorite pair of-"

"Your body's too honest," Nate cut him off, grabbing his head and turning it so he could kiss the other Boy. "You been out on the streets long enough that you're totally ready to get fucked." He glanced at Andrea.

She nodded. "Uh." Her brain wasn't working fully as she watched her Umbra Angelus try to devour the Neko, but she shook her head to clear it. "Let's do it.... sandwich style. With both me and..." She paused. "We should know your name before fucking you, I suppose."

"M-Miles," The Neko practically squeaked.

"Right. Me and Miles in the middle. Nate, since you've taken such a shine to your little Brother, I expect you to take care of him." After a beat, she added, "Make sure he can walk after a night's sleep, too." Rough would be good but if the Dark-type broke the Neko in half, hot as that might be, it would be inconvenient. Nate nodded in obedience and grabbed the Neko, bringing him face-to-face with his new Mistress. "I'm sorry for the... fast pace, Miles."

"Why? He isn't," Godfrey interjected, helping his Mistress to her feet. "Let us do this standing up." The standing sandwich was slightly more dangerous because the ones in the middle, the ukes, tended to loose their footing if they were drilled hard enough. This was a way of building trust, because the semes would need to support them.

Before Andrea could agree, she felt Godfrey's incomparably strong and gentle hands on her and her clothing was stripped away with professional speed. Nate did the same thing to the Neko, intentionally ripping his clothing to shreds; it was a part of his old personality that the Umbra Angelus wanted gone as much as the abusive owner. Miles radiated fear, both nervousness about the Taming with new people as well as intimidation from Nate, but also a lot of excitement. His animal nature was yearning for this and he knew he would be fulfilled shortly.

When both ukes were totally bare, admiring and being admired, Godfrey shed his own clothing with a few moments of effort and pushed Andrea and Miles together. Andrea wrapped her arms around Miles and leaned in for a full-contact kiss, claiming him as her property. The Neko kissed back, melting into her embrace with eyes squeezed shut. They shared a moment, infinitely precious and theirs alone forever, the first moment of bonding between hunan and Pokéboy.

The moment was interrupted by the two Dark-types, determined to make good on the 'sandwich' analogy and pressing in from either sides with their rock-hard bodies and cocks. This, in turn, pressed them tighter together, and the two of them shared a shiver as throbbing heads probed their asses. Godfrey covered his bare hand in his own saliva and rubbed it into his Mistress to lubricate things a little, always considerate, but Nate needed nor took such steps with the Neko. Human beings weren't technically designed to take anal sex, but Pokéboys definitely were, and he decided to start plunging in, pressing forward.

The Neko cried out against the kiss, clinging to his Mistress as the big cock pressed in both too quickly for comfort and too slowly for his burning need. She petted him and started to say something soothing but choked off in her own cry of pleasure when Godfrey thrust in. He was slow, too, taking pride not in power or length, although he had enough of both, but in how long and constantly he could pleasure his Mistress.

The Neko realized his own cock was being pushed against Andrea's thick thighs and tried to shift slightly even as he was being impaled, penetrating the girl and giving her unspeakable new sensations. "Y-yes," She moaned encouragingly, "My cute kitty~ Nngh~" Further speech was flat out impossible, as both of the Dark-types started getting intense. Godfrey gradually increased the tempo and force of his thrusts like a glorious symphony, always perfectly measured and controlled, while Nate did his best impression of a jackhammer, pounding away on the absurdly lucky Neko. The ukes held each other for dear life and let their partners' thrusts move their own hips, barely standing up on their own.

Miles had much less endurance than any of the other three, and this sandwich brought him to his peak quickly. With a pathetic whimper, he spilled his seed right into Andrea, all of his muscles tensing and then releasing. In his mind, a switch flipped, and now he was hers on the most fundamental level imaginable, leaning against him as all of his strength was drained. She supported him, thanks to the sandwich's strength, feeling the Boy's seed as it filled her and then slowly started to drain back out.

Nate never let up, and went at it so hard, fucking the Neko and stretching out the Boy's nirvana so much that he was the next one to come, exploding into the Boy's narrow ass with a bellow. Miles squirmed and thrashed, the liquid strangely cold given how hot Nate's cock was, and filling him to the brim, a lot of it dripping out and making a mess on the floor. "N-nyaaaa!"

The slower-burning team took their time, but it couldn't last forever, and Andrea felt herself near the end of her endurance. "G-god~" She squealed, a prayer, but only to her Boy. The Dark Knight had been holding himself back painfully long, and when she said that he let himself go, cumming silently and making sure his Mistress was full of seed on both sides now. She followed like a domino, held by her knight as she touched heaven for a moment.

This was far from the end of the night's activities, but all four of them silently agreed to some recovery, and, with great skill and strength, the Dark-types moved the sandwich until they all tumbled onto the bed together.

Several more rounds and a very enjoyable shower later, the newly grown team slept like the dead, each one consumed in personal and group bliss.

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"... The three-o-clock bound south might work. I've looked online and tickets are still..." Miles opened his eyes and blinked, mind very slowly returning to reality. He'd slept the best of any of them, but, now awakened by voices, moaned and rolled around. He felt sore in infinitely pleasant ways, but everything still seemed to work... that was when his memory kicked in, and he realized he was a Tamed Pokéboy once again. He sprang up, eyes open, and looked around, finding Andrea and her Pokéboys sitting around the table with some papers on it.

They looked over at his abrupt rise, and the Tamer smiled. "Good afternoon," She said to him simply.

"G-good afternoon.... Mistress...." Miles replied affectionately. He realized what he said, and looked at his grinning Brothers, turning red and hiding back under the blankets. "N-nya!" Oh, man, that kitty was still so adorable, Nate could probably learn to live with him. Plus he rode a cock like a real champion even without the proper experience like his Mistress had.

After a few moments of admiring the kitty, they returned to their planning. "Good, good," Andrea nodded. "Let's reserve our seats now. You two are sure you can get the job done quickly?"

"Mistress, Nate and I both possess at least five times as much strength as a bodybuilder, seperately," Godfrey said with total seriousness. "And our swords have points so fine they can cut heavy elements. That building will not survive, I swear it." The Dark Knight sounded like he would rather the owner of said building be under his blade, but only a little; they were vigilantes, not murderers. After all, they'd call the police after they hit the store and tore it to the ground, ensuring Miles' former owner a world of trouble, even if the lightest penalties were employed. Once the authorities saw the abuses and horrors, though, Godfrey just had a feeling they were going to prosecute harsh. Maybe when that woman was in jail for years somebody would show her what it was like to be used.

Miles cought on fairly quickly, and spoke up in alarm, shedding the blanket again and almost not caring that he only wore some adorable pink manties, "N-nya! Wait! You guys aren't...." A single look into Andrea's eyes assured him she was deadly serious. "B-but..." He sputtered but recovered, and said, "You guys... they're gonna go after you!"

"Not if we're out of town by the time the police show up," Andrea replied, shaking her head. "I'd been meaning to spend some weeks here, enjoy the height of our nation's civilization, challenge the Gyms, all that... but things change. I hear Orleans is lovely this time of year."

"..." Miles looked down, and sniffled, feeling a wave of emotion hit him. Not only did she take him in, care for him, give him a real place and Tame him better than he'd ever been Tamed before, but now she was going to take care of.... the old Mistress.... He was fairly ignorant and had no words to express what he felt. All he could do was ask her, "... Why?"

Andrea didn't take long to ponder. "Right thing to do."

"But it's il-illegal, and you don't have to... you'll have to leave town and... and..."

She didn't budge an inch. "Right thing to do. Why are we still discussing this?"

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Author's Note
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