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The water spiked and stabbed my skin briskly as it washed away the grime of a hard work’s day. Cleaning beds, enclosures, the Pokémon themselves, and then feeding and providing enrichment for all different types of creatures is loads of work that requires lots of hands. I, Leo Ei Cody, am the sole owner of the land and Pokémon on the ranch with dozens of workers help. Though, that doesn’t keep me from getting my hands dirty between adventuring with a rotating group between regions.
The water is beginning to turn cold, since there can only be so much hot water to spare for those of us not Pokemon. Just as I’m beginning to finish my routine and shut the water off, I feel a creeping mix of soft and coarse hairs tickling my side before slinking up my chest and cupping one of my boobs. The suddenness causes me to jump, but the sensation is familiar and I settle almost immediately. A low rumble behind me confirms my assumption, and I take a trustful step backwards. I know he won’t hurt me bad, and this is part of raising and keeping him as part of the team. Grimmsnarl is a very emotionally attached and domineering Pokémon that vehemently claims their status in any group, especially if they consider their partner human theirs. It sounds worse than it really is between the two of us though. Grim is the sort of quietly jealous type that always minds his manners and sets an example on the team, and tends to sometimes take the biggest hits as the team’s soft tank. He’s mature and has been around since the beginning along side my Toxtricity, Harley.
Grim snorts as he pushes the loose tarp leading into the small shack for ranch workers to quickly wash off before heading in for the night. The fiendish whip of hair winding around my body and fondling my breasts tightens and circles my waist a second time. The tendrils tickle my nipples and make me immediately move to quiet myself. We aren’t exactly in a discreet place, not that anyone would normally come out at this time.
“Grim- I know you’ve been through a few brutal fights, and I haven’t been able to take you back into the battle tower- mmnh~” My calm words are interrupted by the large beast’s hand taking a greedy, full grasp of my hip, and I instinctively dip my body into his hold. It isn’t smart to fight back with a needy, possessive Grimmsnarl. You must show openness and non-resistance to any affectionate or bonding moves they make with you, or they misunderstand and believe they no longer hold authority with you—leading to extreme disobedience and fights with other Pokémon. They are a horribly toxic species to care for with the wrong trainer. These sorts of relationships don’t always happen, but are warned about and known to be a possibility.
I lay an affirmative hand on my Grimmsnarl’s hand, claws dipping into my flesh. “I understand, okay… Quietly— uoUgh-!” Just as the words leave me, Grimmsnarl pushes me against the stone wall just to reach the handle and turn the water off. He doesn’t like getting his hair very wet.
I try to push myself off the wall, but I just manage to rub and press deeper into Grim’s barrel chest. His hands are so big that they envelope my entire body, and I feel fully engulfed in hormonal, magical monster hair. I can hardly breathe from the stuffiness of the small shower space and him sinking into me, rutting his body closer now that I’ve invited him in.
“W-Wait… let me- nnhgh! L-Let me help, Grim. You’ll hurt me…!” I whimper as the tendrils of his finger tips scratch up my inner thighs in their search for an entrance. I can feel his erection ready and pleading against my lower back. His short, desperate hip thrusts between minor adjustments signify his inability to control himself. He must have been building this resentment up for a moment. Grim pulls my hair and yanks my hips around carelessly, not listening and just aiming to thrust his way in however he can. He finally finds a good position for my legs to allow his cock to flop between and curl slightly upwards. His cock, normally sheathed in hair, is tapered at the end but still thick enough to make my body tremble as it teases against my slit.
I moan helplessly, only able to try and hush my own cries while Grim obediently remains quiet in his actions. His hair ravels around my ankles and up my calves until they reach the crease of my ass and thigh. Hoisting my ass up and spreading me apart fully to gape my holes for his appreciation and ease, Grim’s cock slides outside my folds in a cruelly exciting way.
A rumbling groan rattles from Grimmsnarl’s chest behind me while I keen from the exposure he’s putting me through. Strands of hair cover my body in loose sheddings and firm, animated grips. I feel it begin to crawl up my waist and to my breasts once more to tease me as it watches.
That doesn’t last long before my Grimmsnarl grows impatient and demands to mark his possession once more for his necessary entitlement. His cock bounces in excitement on its own, searching for my warm and inviting hole. I’ve managed to fit Grim before the few other times he’s jumped me, so I’m no longer as concerned as I once was by his intimidating size and shape. My hole blinks readily as Grim’s cock head dips inside further, anticipating the intrusion with experienced excitement.
But, Grim rears back one last time, and an amused grumble follows his dick head smothering between my pussy folds. Instead of taking me like I’d prepared myself for, he brushes past my clit teasingly. I whine and rut backwards shamefully, caught off guard by his insistence on messing with me instead of claiming my body. Shivers stream down my legs with desire, and I realize just how cold I am in the cold night air and still wet from bathing. His body is a welcomed haven of warmth, and the hairs surrounding my body and twisting my nipples are even a nice respite from the cold taking me over.
“C-Come on, sweetheart. Push inside me. I’m cold…”
Almost immediately after, Grim thrusts his cock inside of me, like he’d just been waiting for me to beg for his cock. Who knows where he learned to be so sadistic. I can’t take him to the hilt yet, because his girth grows on the way down. I can only take so much in the beginning, and the bumps and pleasurable ribs can help acclimate me to take more. That’s what they’re there for, to make any cock loving creature pliable and ripe for sowing. Grim, now inside half way in, he leans forward to hug me in his hairy, thick arms and wrap me like a blanket. His face sits to the side of mine, looking me over and licking his teeth hungrily. He likes having this power over me, and it works to easily cheer him up from not feeling important enough. It’s easy to let him have this. If a drooling, hazy eyed version of me—his master—falling apart and welcoming his cock is what Grim needs, as his trainer and care taker I must provide it.
After a quick rut, Grim unloads himself in my cunt I feel him beginning to unravel from around my body and soften his claw-hold in my skin.
“There we are, buddy. Feel better now?”
His low and grumbly response comes off pleased, and the way he slumps over top of me affectionately implicates his pleasure even more.
“You’re lucky you’re cute. It felt great, Grim. But, it’s time for bed. I promise I’ll change up our training,” I smile and pet his arm hair gently. In the hands of an incapable master, my Grimmsnarl would be a menace to society. But in my hands, he’s easily convinced, a mentor to other Pokémon, and comfortable on his own. Grimmsnarl sighs contentedly before backing out from the small outdoor shower, almost tearing down the tarp in the process between his large shoulders. Now alone, I stretch and pop my joints after being crushed and grabbed by an actual monster. Time for another shower.
This is just one of several types of personalities there are to deal with on my ranch. Pokémon care only intensifies the more you get and the stronger they become. Not all of them come the same way. Most are like dogs or fish, common animals with abilities. But, some come more human like with concerns, emotions and priorities that are human-like. Grimmsnarl falls into that category.
After becoming the champion of every region, my only option was to settle down and make way for the next generation. I made it about me and my pokemon, what could we do next to accomplish even more? There’s the few several battle towers, where every trainer’s legacy comes to die, or getting deep into the breeding scene and selling your best. Finishing out in the battle tower feels too final, and capitalizing on my Pokémon’s children doesn’t seem on my brand. Now that I’m here, I can’t help but feel a little lost in my duties and expectations. In response, after years of being obstinate and failing to fully finish the Pokédex because of financial restraints, I set out back on the road to conclude my training career. My recent adventures brought me back to Galar, where I’ve been challenging the Battle Tower again. Harley, my partner Pokémon upon first arriving there back five years ago, was excited for the opportunity to challenge the floors again. Grim was a little more skeptical to take on the challenge again, but we’ve been training with new strats. Not all of them have worked, unfortunately, and Grim has recently been taking the fall for those losses. It’s understandable why he got as fed up as he did and needed to act out. It’s time we go a different route.
I dry off after cleaning myself from my sudden Grimmsnarl encounter, and throw my button up work shirt on to keep warm. It lays loose across my shoulders and remains unbuttoned. Quickly shoving on some underwear, I grab my remaining dirty clothes and head towards my personal cabin.
Upon walking in, there’s immediate barking from my poochyena who was woken up by my entrance. Another of my house mates, a delcatty with sharp eyes, jumps down from her perch to leave the room and escape the loud noise.
“Sorry, sorry… “ I apologize in a quiet tone as I lean down to reassure the pooch, scratching his neck and under his chin. “Hi buddyyy. You’re the best house security ever, aren’t you? Shuch a good boyyy!”
The cabin here isn’t large. There are three rooms: a joint kitchen and living room, bathroom, and my bed room. I take five strides from the front door right into my room, tossing the dirty clothes from today’s work to the floor and kicking away my shoes. The bed creaks and bounces when I fall back onto it with an exhausted groan. My body is achey from being roughed up by Grim. It’s a lot of work being a champion with a team of strong personalities.
Scratchy, scrambly claws thunk across the wood floor beneath my bed, followed by squeaky, whiny meows with a silly and adorable drawl. I smile and pap the covers next to me. A Galarian Meowth crawls up the side of the bed with a chainsaw purr, immediately planting its nails into my thigh. I cringe through my smile as I strain out a greeting for him.
All three of my indoor Pokémon find their place in bed, either curled into my side or at my feet. I’m exhausted, but I can’t sleep. The only thing I can think about is how to bring Grim back into the three team roster, because I’d rather not take any more surprise dickings. Not that I dislike it, but Grim is never… concerned about when and where he decides he needs to reassure his egotistic status. Again, a very toxic relationship, but Dark types are tricky to deal with. No less Fairy types. When you mix the two, you get a complicated personality like Grim.
Maybe training isn’t enough. Maybe it’s time to push the team to their true limits. Maybe— yeah. Yeah! Maybe it’s time to go on a new adventure! A training vacation! It might be a lot to take all my neediest, most powerful, and possessive Pokémon out into the middle of nowhere. But, they don’t call me Champion for nothing! My eyes finally start to feel heavy, and allow them to close as I curl onto my side.