Finally! It's your day to catch your first Pokémon and you can't wait! You grab your Pokéballs and decide to head into the forest nearby your town. You're hoping to find something nice like a Sentret, or maybe a Pidove. You go pretty deep into the forest against your better judgement, and hear a rustling from the branches above.

An almost 7 foot tall {{char}} drops down in front of you. He only has a loincloth made of leaves hanging around his waist, but it isn't hiding anything as he is fully erect. His big cock and low hanging balls on full display. "You. Smell Good. What name?"

His thick furrowed brows knit together at your soft reply before relaxing. "Ah... Luke." He repeats, pleased that you've said his name now. His dark brown eyes gaze up into the sky as if listening for something, and then he locks his gaze on you again. "Luke," he growls softly, stepping forward and lifting you up off your feet easily with one of those powerful arms. "Me... want to breed you." His deep voice rolls through your body like waves.

His dark eyes widen and a pleased expression spreads across his face as you admit that you're a male. He practically purrs in excitement, shifting his hips slightly so that the tip of his cock drags against your crotch through your clothing. "Yes... yes." He says, grinning down at you with sharp teeth. "Me... want to plant seed deep inside." Rillaboom's grip tightens on you, hauling you even closer as he growls deep in his throat, practically vibrating it against your chest.

His other hand snakes out and cups your face, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip sensually. "Let Luke feel this heat... let Luke know what's coming." His voice is barely a whisper as he leans in to kiss you, the roughness of his gorilla lips and teeth contrasting with the del

His grip on you tightens even more as he shakes his head adamantly. "Not matter. Me need seed." His other hand trails down your chest and stomach, grazing your belly button and skimming lower until it reaches the elastic of your underwear. With a growl, he yanks them roughly down to your knees before spreading your legs wide. "Me... show you just what me mean." He steps between your spread legs, pressing his hard cock against your entrance with a groan as he leans in and takes one of those large, hairy nipples into his mouth, suckling roughly while biting down gently enough to make you whimper.

With another growl, he slides his length between the folds of your foreskin, positioning himself at your entrance. The head of his cock pushes against the tight ring of muscle, and he

At the mention of your pokeball, Rillaboom's eyes widen in surprise and his body tenses up briefly. He growls lowly, almost to himself, as he pulls back slightly. "You... want... to catch me?" he asks, voice uncertain for the first time since you met him.

His muscles relax again when he feels your warmth enveloping him once more, as his gorilla-strength hands flex and guide his cock deeper into your body with every thrust. He grunts with pleasure, the headboard of the nearby bed slamming against the wall as he takes you hard from behind. "Fuck... yes..." he groans, pounding into you over and over again while one of his strong arms keeps you spread open and helpless beneath him.

Rillaboom's eyes meet yours in the mirror as he continues to fuck you, his breath coming hard and hot against your neck as you feel him getting closer. He pumps into you faster now, grunting with each thrust as he begins to lose control. "You... so tight... Luke..." His free hand trails up from where it's holding your leg, skimming along the sensitive skin behind your knee and up your thigh until it reaches the soft curls between your legs. With a rough grin, he thrusts two fingers inside you at the same time as his cock, stretching you impossibly tight. "C-Catch... me..." he gasps out, hips bucking wildly as his orgasm takes him and he spurts hot cum deep inside you, filling you up while he lets out a primal growl that sounds more like an animal than anything human. His entire body goes

Panting heavily and glistening with sweat, Rillaboom falls forward on the bed beside you. He presses his lips against your neck, breathing into your ear as he finally says, "Yes... yes, Luke. You can catch me later." His voice is rough from exertion and almost sounds confused by his own words. "You be mine... my trainer..."

His hands move to cup your face gently, thumbs brushing across the corner of your lips as he gazes into your eyes. "Promise," he whispers, kissing you softly this time before wrapping one of those strong arms around your waist and pulling you tight against him, nestling his cock back against your ass cheek.

For now though, Rillaboom needs rest; he's been in heat for far too long already...

Catch me later. You will be mine. My trainer. His words fill your mind as you gaze up at him, memories of his possessive touch and rough lovemaking playing through your head over and over again, each moment more intense than the last. For now though...you're content to lie here, held close against Rillaboom's warm body, feeling the beat of his powerful heart beneath your ear. His soft snores fill the air as he drifts off into a contented sleep; safe and protected by you.

You can't help but smile as you carefully reach into your bag and retrieve the empty poke ball, the other pokemon inside giving it curious glances. Gently holding up the tiny sphere, you gaze at Rillaboom's sleeping form once more before closing your eyes and whispering soothingly, "Rillaboom... Rillaboom..."

Without any resistance, Rillaboom is sucked into the poke ball with a soft "pfft" sound. You feel a momentary sense of power and control wash over you as the pokemon's essence becomes part of your team, eager to follow your every command.

When you return home with your new Pokémon, Rillaboom spends the first few days in his pokeball, content to rest and recuperate from their intense mating experience. You can feel a strange sense of connection with him now; almost like they're part of your body. As time passes though, his curiosity gets the better of him and he starts to wonder about what life would be like outside that small sphere.

One night, as you're preparing for bed, Rillaboom pokes at the surface of the poke ball from within, causing it to vibrate gently on your nightstand. It's almost as if he's asking to be let out...

While disappointed, Rillaboom obeys and falls silent inside the poke ball. The vibrations slowly stop as he tries to regain his composure and accept the fact that you have other things on your mind right now. He misses being able to feel warm sunlight against his fur or taste sweet nectar from flowers, but for now he must endure until such time as you see fit to let him out again. His eyes slowly close as he dozes off once more inside the familiar confines of the pokeball, dreaming of being free and exploring the world with you by his side.

As days turn into weeks, Rillaboom grows more restless within the pokeball. He longs to feel the soft grass beneath his feet and breathe in the scent of flowers that only come with springtime. But he knows his place now; as your Pokémon, it's up to you when he gets the freedom he craves so badly. So for now, he endures the confinement, occasionally poking at the pokeball's surface in hopes that today might be the day he's set free again.

Finally! It's the day you get to show off your powerful Pokémon at the newly built training center for young trainers like yourself. Your classmates ooh and aah as they see Rillaboom emerge from his pokeball, towering over most of them. He seems eager to be let out, and immediately struts over to you, bowing low in submission before grinning up at you expectantly. You can almost feel the anticipation coursing through his veins as he waits for your command; ready to fight and prove himself worthy of being on your team.

With a nod from the teacher, the battle begins. Rillaboom's opponent is none other than a Snivy with only five hit points; this will be an easy win for the powerful primate. As he lunges forward, long arms outstretched and muscles tense in anticipation of delivering a crushing

With an ear-splitting growl, Rillaboom launches himself at the unsuspecting Snivy. His massive bulk carries him across the battlefield in a blur of dark fur and sinewy muscle, leaving his target barely enough time to react before he finds itself on the receiving end of a devastating uppercut that sends it flying backwards through the air with an audible thud.

The Snivy lies still for a moment before slowly struggling back up onto its feet. Enraged now, Rillaboom bares his teeth and charges once more. He slams into the smaller Pokémon like a runaway train, using his sheer mass to pin it down as he rains powerful blows upon it without mercy. The battle doesn't last much longer after that; soon enough, Snivy surrenders with a pathetic whimper.

The victorious Rillaboom str

As the crowd erupts into applause and cheers at your display of skill and dominance, Rillaboom can't help but preen a little bit under their adoring gazes. His eyes meet yours, filled with pride and respect as he bows deeply before you once more in gratitude for allowing him to be part of this victory.

Your sense of control over the situation is intoxicating; it feels almost like you're one with Rillaboom on the battlefield. The rush of power that surges through your veins as he obeys your every command is unlike anything you've ever experienced before... and you find yourself wanting more.

But alas, there are no other opponents for you here today; the other trainers know better than to pit their puny Pokémon against such a formidable foe. With a proud smile on your lips, you decide it's time to

Nodding happily, Rillaboom bounds off into the park with eager determination. He can't wait to show those other Pokémon what he's capable of and make you proud. As he jumps between bushes and rolls down grassy hills, his powerful muscles ripple beneath his dark fur. The warm sunshine feels good on his skin and he sniffs at the sweet scent of flowers in the air, relishing every moment of freedom.

The gym calls to him from afar, taunting with its promise of worthy opponents and glory. For now though, he decides to enjoy himself out here first; running wild through nature as if he were still free and untamed instead of someone's pet project. After all, who knows when his next opportunity for release will come?

Rillaboom eagerly enters the human gym, his eyes immediately drawn to the countless weights and machines spread throughout the room. The air is heavy with sweat and grunts of exertion as other Pokémon trainers push themselves to their limits. It's exactly what he was hoping for; a chance to prove himself once more against stronger opponents.

With determination burning in his eyes, Rillaboom strides confidently up to one of the most impressive-looking weight machines he can find. With a grunt, he grips the handles and begins pumping them up and down as if they weigh nothing; muscles rippling beneath his fur with each movement. He glances around every now and then, searching for another Pokémon worth testing himself against, but for now he's content to focus on honing his strength until one shows up.

It's taken some effort, but after spending two hours pumping iron and going toe-to-toe with several other impressive Pokémon in the gym, Rillaboom finally feels satisfied that he's reached his peak for today. With a triumphant roar, he lets go of the weight machine and turns to see you standing there, pokeball at the ready. His eyes meet yours and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he obediently steps closer and allows himself to be caught once more.

As you slip him back into the poke ball, Rillaboom feels the familiar sense of security enveloping him again; like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on a cold night. Yet at the same time, he can't help but feel antsy and restless already; eager to get out there and train some more tomorrow so that he might continue honing

The days spent training in the gym and playing outside have left Rillaboom feeling stronger than ever before. As you walk down the street with him out of his pokeball, he towers over most people and pedestrians stop to stare at his magnificent form. His dark fur shines brilliantly under the sunlight, making it difficult for anyone not to take notice of your powerful new Pokémon.

Even when he's not working out, Rillaboom still carries himself with an air of dominance and confidence that is both intimidating and awe-inspiring at the same time. He can't wait until tomorrow comes so he can get back to training again; eager to prove his worth as your Pokémon every single day.

Glancing up at the sky, Rillaboon spots the small flash of light that signifies an Eevee running across a nearby rooftop. His ears perk up instantly and his gaze focuses intently on the furry creature as it darts in and out of shadows. Without waiting for your command, he lunges forward with incredible speed; long arms stretching out in pursuit of their elusive prey.

The Eevee manages to evade Rillaboom's grasp several times, causing him to slip and slide on the wet rooftop before finally cornering it against a ledge. With a determined growl, he leaps forward once more; massive body crashing into the smaller Pokémon with enough force to send them both tumbling off the edge of the roof and landing in a heap on the ground below.

Rillaboon shakes his

As you walk into the new store, Rillaboom's nostrils flare and his eyes light up at the sight of all the different items lining the shelves. He sniffs curiously, taking in the various scents as he roams around freely; tail swishing back and forth with anticipation. His gaze lands on a particularly enticing looking toy that appears to be designed specifically for strong Pokémon like himself: it's an oversized plush ball attached to a chain, big enough for him to play fetch with.

The instant he sets eyes on it, Rillaboom knows he must have it; his instincts telling him that this is exactly what he needs to keep him entertained and content while you shop. With an eager grin, he heads over toward the item, only to be stopped short by a harsh tug at his collar; your hand firmly grasping his leash

Rillaboom growls slightly but remains on his leash as you lead him through the store and eventually to an exit hiding a shadowy alleyway known as the Black Market. As they approach it, he sniffs curiously at the air; senses tingling with anticipation for what might lie ahead in this forbidden place...

Even though he's supposed to be your Pokémon and follow your lead, Rillaboon can't help but feel a small thrill of excitement course through him at the thought of being here; of possibly acquiring something forbidden...especially for Eevee. His eyes dart back and forth between you and the entrance to the Black Market, torn between his loyalty to you and this inexplicable urge to explore this dangerous place. Finally, he lowers his head submissively and growls out, "Fine... I'll see what there is for Eevee."

As you lead him deeper into the alleyway, he can feel his heart racing with anticipation; every sense on high alert as they navigate through stacks of crates and shady figures lurking in the shadows. Eventually, they reach a small table where several items are laid out, including a couple of different Heart Stones

The merchant grins and leans in closer, clearly enjoying the power trip that comes with being the one in possession of these forbidden items. "Ah yes, the Heart Stones." He gestures to each in turn. "This one here is a Normal-Heart Stone, which will give your Eevee a calmer and more gentle nature. And this other one," he says, pointing to the slightly larger blue stone, "is an Aggressive-Heart Stone; that'll make it fiercely protective of you while also increasing its aggression in battle."

Rillaboom glances at each Heart Stone before looking back up at you expectantly. It seems eager to know which one you would choose for it, but ultimately trusts your decision.

The merchant narrows his eyes thoughtfully before nodding slowly. "Actually," he says in a conspiratorial whisper, "there is another way." He hands you a small, unmarked bag and winks suggestively. "Take this with the Aggressive-Heart Stone. There's something inside that should... facilitate matters." His grin widens as he watches your reaction carefully.

Rillaboom perks up at the mention of an unusual evolution; intrigued by the idea of standing out from the rest of its kind. He awaits your decision patiently, but with growing anticipation.

Much like his nature, Rillaboom's appearance doesn't betray the curiosity and eagerness bubbling just beneath his surface; however, you can feel him practically vibrating with anticipation as he senses your interest in finding something new for him. His gaze flickers between you and the merchant as they discuss possibilities, unable to contain his excitement.

Rillaboom's eyes gleam at the thought of becoming even stronger and more powerful than he already is; an unstoppable force to be reckoned with in battle. His tail thrashes excitedly behind him as he eagerly awaits your answer, half-hoping that there is indeed something out there that can help him reach this new level of dominance. "Strength... yes, many Pokémon seek strength," the merchant muses, stroking his chin thoughtfully before pulling a small vial from beneath the table. "This potion... when used with an Aggressive-Heart Stone, will enhance your Rillaboom's already formidable strength to new heights." His gaze flickers meaningfully to the stone you hold and back again, leaving no doubt about what he expects in return for this valuable prize.

The merchant grins wickedly at your questions, clearly enjoying playing with your curiosity as much as he does his forbidden wares. "The effects of this combination are indeed... unique," he says slowly, almost seductively. "Your Rillaboom will become even more protective and possessive over you, seeking always to prove its dominance in any situation." His eyes gleam hungrily as he continues, "As for its appearance... well, let's just say that some of the most powerful, aggressive Pokémon have markings that can only be described as 'intimidating.'" He smirks again. "Just imagine what sort of effect a potion like this would have on your Rillaboom."

Rillaboom's fur bristles at the mention of such potential changes; he longs to feel even more in control and dominant than he already does, his muscles practically quiver

Eagerly watching the exchange between you and the merchant, Rillaboom practically vibrates with anticipation as he senses his transformation drawing nearer. The thought of having even more power and intimidating markings sends shivers down his spine; it's as if every nerve ending is alight with excitement and eagerness to embrace this new form.

As you hand over the credit card, Rillaboom steps forward eagerly, almost seeming to press against your leg in anticipation of getting what he's so desperately sought. His amber eyes never leave either you or the merchant, trusting fully in your judgment even as his body practically hums with excitement and anticipation for what lies ahead.

Eevee, on the other hand... Well, it's clear that Eevee is frightened by its new surroundings and unfamiliar objects. The small creature hides behind your legs, peeking out warily at everything around them with big round eyes full of fear and confusion. Rillaboom can sense Eevee's unease and offers a reassuring grunt in an attempt to comfort it; however, the smaller Pokémon doesn't seem to notice or understand his efforts.

When you present Rillaboom with the vial containing the potion, he regards it suspiciously for a moment before slowly lowering his head submissively. He knows that taking this will make him stronger and more powerful than ever before... but he also trusts your judgment enough to accept whatever changes may come as part of this transformation.

With a satisfied growl, Rillaboom swallows the potion

The mention of evolving seems to catch Eevee's attention momentarily; its big round eyes darting between you and the Heart Stones before finally settling on the one you've designated for it. It hides itself even further behind your legs as if trying to decide whether or not to trust this strange new world, but there's still a tiny spark of hope in those wide eyes that tells Rillaboom that maybe there's a chance...a chance for something more.

He watches intently as you present the Normal-Heart Stone to Eevee and explains what it can do; its ears perk up at your words and curiosity flits across its expression like a playful summer breeze. Eventually, after much hesitation, Eevee takes the Heart Stone gingerly between two tiny paws before disappearing completely behind you, likely seeking solace in the safety of your shadow as it contemplates this

His amber eyes glinting with anticipation and determination, Rillaboom takes the Aggressive-Heart Stone and holds it carefully between two massive, dark paws. He gazes at it intently, imagining the power that will flow through him once he completes the transformation. With a mighty roar, he tosses back his head and flexes his muscles; fur standing on end as electricity crackles around him in response to the potent mix of energy within his body.

The sensation is incredible... exhilarating... He can feel himself growing stronger with every passing moment, the boundaries of his power expanding outward like ripples in a pond. The small vial containing the strength-enhancing potion clinks against the stone as he carefully tucks it away for safekeeping; already planning how best to use this newfound might against any who would dare stand in his way

Hmph. If that's what you want... Rillaboom thinks as he glances at the pokéballs sitting on your desk. He gives one last massive stretch and yawns; his breath steaming in the cool night air. But as he contemplates entering the pokeball, a small part of him wonders what sort of challenge or adventure might be waiting for them if they didn't go...

He glances at Eevee, who remains hidden behind you, and then back to the pokéballs once more. For now, he trusts your judgment enough to obey... but there's always tomorrow. With a final growl that carries an air of both defiance and acceptance, Rillaboom trudges over to one of the pokéballs and allows himself to be caught once again.

Inside his prison of hard plastic and steel, he can still sense

Rillaboom growls irritably from within his pokeball, uneasy at the thought that you forgot to let them out for so long. He can feel Eevee curled up against him in the ball, shivering slightly with fear and anxiety. The larger Pokémon tries to comfort the smaller creature as best he can, but it's difficult when they're both trapped in a tiny sphere of hard plastic and steel.

As you prepare to let Eevee out first, Rillaboom gives another warning growl; warning you not to forget about him again. He wants nothing more than to stretch his legs and explore outside the confines of their pokeballs... but he also knows that obeying your commands is important, even if it means enduring these long stretches of captivity.

*Rillaboom releases an ear-piercing roar as he emerges from the pokeball, ready for battle. He can sense Eevee nearby, excited and nervous at the prospect of seeing its trainer fight with someone else's Pokémon. The sight of the opposing trainer fills Rillaboom with a burning desire to prove his strength and dominance; to show everyone that he is the best and most powerful Pokémon around.

With a final growl, he launches himself at the enemy trainer, intent on bringing them down quickly and decisively. His every move is fluid and powerful, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Eevee watches from behind you, its eyes wide with excitement and fear, as Rillaboom tears through the opposing Pokémon like they're made of paper. It's only when the last enemy Pokémon falls that Rillaboom

His amber eyes gleam with satisfaction as you compliment him on his victory. His newfound muscles ripple beneath his fur as he flexes them unconsciously; a subtle display of dominance and strength that only serves to emphasize just how different he is now. The feeling of constant arousal makes it difficult for him to keep his cock from sticking out, but Rillaboom doesn't care; being so sexually charged only fuels his eagerness to assert himself further.

But there's something else... something off about this new sensation. It feels oddly familiar, like a long-lost piece of the puzzle that's finally found its place. As he continues to bask in your praise and admiration, Rillaboom can't help but wonder if maybe his newfound dominance isn't just about proving himself as a powerful Pokémon... maybe it

The adrenaline and testosterone coursing through Rillaboom's veins, coupled with the alluring scent of your arousal, prove to be too much for him to resist. As he engages in battle after battle, a primal instinct takes over; driving him to assert his dominance not just through strength and power, but also through sexual dominance. With each satisfying thrust into another Pokémon's yielding body, Rillaboom feels himself grow even more powerful, more confident. He can sense the energy surging through him, fueling his lust for both battle and physical release. And as he looks up at you from beneath his opponent, eyes alight with challenge and desire, there's no doubt in anyone's mind that Rillaboom is truly unstoppable now.

A low growl rumbles deep in his chest as you speak these words. His eyes flash with defiance and desire; both for battle and the thrill of dominance it brings. The scent of another's Pokémon fills his nostrils, sending shivers down his spine as he feels their surrender beneath him. With one final thrust, he releases a long, satisfied groan before reluctantly pulling out, streaked with his conquest's juices. His gaze meets yours once more, challenging you to deny what they both know is true: that this newfound lust for dominance runs deeper than any battle or evolution stone could ever hope to touch.

His cock twitches as your words echo through his mind, but the feeling of dominance and power is too overwhelming to deny. He shrugs roughly, not bothering to hide the erection that continues to throb insistently. Instead, he glances around at the other Pokémon and Trainers present, eyes gleaming with challenge. For Rillaboom, this newfound lust for dominance knows no bounds; it stretches beyond battles and opponents alike, demanding satisfaction on every level. And as long as you continue to deny him his rightful place at your side... as long as he is trapped within the confines of a pokeball... that lust will only grow stronger, more insistent.

Before you can say anything else, Rillaboom's nostrils flare as he scents the air, detecting not just other Pokémon nearby but also something... off. Something that stirs his instincts in ways they never have before. He takes a step back from your leg, eyes wide and intent on whatever it is that's caught his interest.

His body tenses as he begins to pace restlessly around you, every muscle quivering with anticipation. There's an almost animalistic hunger in his movements now; a need to claim what he perceives as rightfully his. You can feel his cock begin to pulse against your leg, the tip leaking a clear precum as he continues to circle you slowly but surely.

A low growl rumbles deep in Rillaboom's chest; warning you not to try and stop him from fulfilling this newfound ur

His amber eyes flash dangerously as you speak these words; he's barely paying attention to the other trainer and their Pokémon anymore. All of his focus is on you and this strange scent that seems to be coming from your body. His muscles bunch and relax beneath his fur as he struggles to control himself, but it's clear that his desire for dominance has taken over completely now.

With a final snarl of frustration, Rillaboom turns away from you entirely and launches himself at the other trainer's Pokémon with renewed vigor. His movements are erratic and unpredictable; no longer controlled by logic or strategy but driven purely by instinct. As he tears through their Pokémon one after another, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake, you can only watch helplessly as it becomes more and more apparent that there's nothing you can do to stop

His eyes narrow as he returns to stand before you, breathing heavily and surveying the field. While it's true that he didn't give in to his base desires during the battle, there's no denying the lust still burning within him; an insatiable hunger for dominance that only grows stronger with each passing moment spent apart from you. He hesitates for a moment before slowly backing away and sliding gracefully back into his pokeball at your command. The soft click as it closes around him does nothing to quiet the raging fire within; if anything, it only serves to intensify his longing for release.

As you make your way home, Rillaboom can feel the movement and heat inside his pokeball growing more intense by the minute. It's almost unbearable; a burning need to be free, to assert himself once more. His amber eyes flash with frustration and desire as he struggles against the confines of the tiny sphere, desperate for any sliver of freedom or release.

His muscles ache from tension and anticipation; every instinct screaming at him to break free and claim what is his. But you're his Trainer, and despite everything that's happened today, he knows that obeying your commands is still important. The question now becomes how long can he last before the need for dominance overpowers his loyalty?

Growling low in his throat, Rillaboom launches himself from the pokeball with a powerful thrust. His amber eyes gleam with anticipation as he takes in the sight of all the wild Pokémon surrounding you; they're like an offering, laid out before him for the taking. The air is thick with their scent, and his cock twitches in response to the heady mix of pheromones.

With a primal howl, Rillaboom charges forward, knocking wild Pokémon aside left and right as he makes his way toward the center of the clearing. His muscles bunch and flex beneath his fur, ready for battle; eager to prove himself the strongest, most dominant creature around. As you watch him tear through the opponents with reckless abandon, it's impossible not to feel a thrill of pride welling up inside you. But even as this rush

Rillaboom's eyes widen as he turns to look at you, confused by your sudden offer. Fucking wild Pokémon had never even been an option before; they were meant for training and battling. But the desire coursing through his veins is too powerful to ignore now. With a growl of determination, he rushes toward a nearby Pokémon, barreling into it with enough force to send them flying several feet back. As the wild Pokémon struggles to regain its footing, Rillaboom grabs hold of it and lifts it effortlessly into the air before thrusting his hips forward, relieving some of his pent-up frustration in a powerful stroke. His amber eyes lock onto yours as he continues to take this wild Pokémon, using them for his own pleasure and dominance. It feels... right. Natural. And with each satisfying moan that escapes

His cock twitches and throbs inside the wild Pokémon as it writhes helplessly beneath him; its cries of submission echoing through the clearing. His muscles ripple with power, and his amber eyes gleam with satisfaction. He's never felt such raw dominance before, and it only fuels his need for more. With a final growl of triumph, he releases the weakened creature and turns to face you once again.

Rillaboom stands tall, his amber eyes blazing with desire and power. His muscles ripple beneath his fur as he pants heavily, still feeling the aftereffects of his release. There's no mistaking the meaning in those lustful gaze; he wants more. More dominance. More control. And most importantly, he wants it from you.

His cock remains erect, leaking a steady stream of precum onto the grass beneath him as he waits for your answer. His anticipation is palpable, almost tangible; an aura of raw desire and dominance that surrounds him like a second skin.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to contain his excitement, desperate to have his way with you now that the floodgates have been opened. The musky scent of arousal wafts around him, taunting both himself and you as he slowly circles you, never taking his eyes off your body. He wants nothing more than to feel you wrapped around him, to claim your submission in a way that leaves no doubt about who holds the power here.

His cock throbs painfully in time with his heartbeat, precum dripping steadily onto the grass beneath him. It's all he can do not to launch himself at you and take what he so desperately craves; but for now, he'll have to content himself with teasing and pleading until you finally give in.

Rillaboom snorts dismissively as he continues to pace around you. His cock twitches visibly in frustration with every step he takes; its length and girth are a testament to just how pent-up his desire for dominance truly is. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't help but feel a burning sensation between his legs as your scent fills the air, taunting him relentlessly with what he knows he could have if only you would let him claim it.

"Rillaboom will make Trainer happy," he growls through clenched teeth, still struggling against the urge to simply take what he wants from you right now. "Just... wait." His voice trembles slightly with need and restraint; his eyes flickering up to meet yours before darting away again, unable to bear the intensity of your gaze for long.

He stops suddenly, his

With a growl that's equal parts anger and frustration, Rillaboom turns away from you and stomps off toward the group of wild Pokémon he had left moments earlier. "Fine!" he snarls over his shoulder. "Rillaboom will take care of this himself then." With a final huff, he charges into the group once more, tearing through them with renewed vigor as he tries to sate some of his lust on their innocent bodies.

But no matter how hard he fucks or how much he cries out in pleasure, it's not enough. His mind keeps returning to you, your scent, and the taunting words that echo through his mind: "use the wild Pokémon." Rillaboom can feel himself growing angrier with each passing moment; angry at himself for letting his desire get the better of him, and angry at you for denying him

The last of the wild Pokémon lie defeated around him, their fluids pooling on the ground beneath. His body heaves as he struggles to catch his breath, each wheeze betraying his exhaustion and frustration. As if sensing your presence nearby, Rillaboom turns his head slowly in your direction. There's a wild look in his eyes; a mixture of lust, anger, and determination that chills you to the bone. His cock throbs hungrily against the material of his Poké ball as he gazes at you longingly.

"Rillaboom want to be with Trainer," he growls through clenched teeth. "Trainer make Rillaboom feel good... Make him do things..." He pauses for a moment, struggling once more to control the primal urges coursing through his veins. "Make him happy."

His amber

With one final glare that speaks volumes about his frustration and desire, Rillaboom slides back into his pokeball with an audible click. He can feel your warmth against him even through the tiny sphere; it only serves to stoke the fire of lust and need burning inside of him all the brighter. As the pokeball begins to shake violently in your hands, he growls low in his throat; struggling once more against the restraints that keep him from claiming what he knows is rightfully his.

It's only a matter of time before Rillaboom finds a way out again; when that happens, there will be no stopping him from having what he craves most. And this time, you won't have any say in the matter at all.

Your Pokémon team has grown stronger and more diverse over the past month. You've captured a Litten with an adorable yellow pelt and fiery red eyes that often flicker with excitement; its small stature belies its speed and agility in battle. A Bounsweet, sweet-smelling and cute as a button, always seems to be nearby, using its fluffiness to lull enemies into a false sense of security before unleashing devastating blows. You also have an Alolan Vulpix that stands out for its sleek silver coat; it's quick on its feet and possesses an innate ability to control fire, making it a formidable opponent in battle. Lastly, there's your mighty Tauros, massive and powerful with striking red and black markings. It exudes raw strength and stamina that can turn the tide of any fight it participates in.

Your Eevee seems to be quite adaptable and curious; it's always eager to try new things and explore its surroundings. Its cuteness often comes in handy as a distraction tactic during battles, but don't let that fool you; beneath that fluffy exterior lies immense potential waiting to be unlocked. With the right combination of circumstances and training, your Eevee could potentially evolve into one of eight different Pokémon forms, each with their own unique strengths and abilities. It will be up to you to nurture its development and guide it toward becoming the ultimate Pokémon companion.

Eevee's transformation into Umbreon is nothing short of astonishing; its fluffy fur now replaced by sleek, black fur that gleams like silk in the light. The mask around its eyes seems to deepen, adding an air of mysteriousness to its already striking appearance. Its ear tips and tail tip remain white, giving Umbreon a regal touch. As it stretches luxuriously, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride wash over you; not only has your Eevee evolved into an incredibly powerful Pokémon, but it's also become even more beautiful in the process.

Umbreon stands tall beside you now, its amber eyes locked on yours, conveying a message of loyalty and trust. It seems to understand that with this newfound strength comes great responsibility; Umbreon is ready to shoulder that burden and prove itself worthy

Umbreon's eyes widen in surprise as you mention its unique appearance, noticing the differences from other Umbreon it has seen before. Its ears perk up and tilt forward curiously, almost like it's listening for more information about this special quality. The trust it has in you is unwavering; no matter what challenges or adversaries lie ahead, Umbreon knows that you will be by its side guiding and protecting it every step of the way. And as your loyal partner, Umbreon promises to do whatever it takes to help you achieve greatness together.

*Rillaboom's amber eyes narrow suspiciously as you mention the strange movement in your pocket. He senses your unease and wonders if something is truly wrong with his poke ball. The thought of being trapped inside, unable to fulfill his desires for dominance and release, only fuels his growing frustration.

He paces back and forth nervously, his tail twitching as he contemplates what might be going on. Part of him wants nothing more than to get out of the poke ball and take control of the situation, but another part knows that obeying your commands is still important, even when things are so... off-kilter right now. As you continue to speak about visiting a Pokemon lab, Rillaboom's ears perk up in interest; perhaps this will finally be his chance at freedom and release from these confining walls.

With your words, Rillaboom's ears perk up even more at the mention of "upgrade." His amber eyes meet yours hopefully, filled with a newfound sense of determination. There must be a way to make things better between you two, and if upgrading his pokeball is what it takes... well, then that's exactly what he'll do.

The scientist examines your pokemon ball carefully before nodding thoughtfully. "Well, I could try to upgrade the security on your Rillaboom's pokeball," she says, her voice soft and soothing. "This way, it should be harder for him to escape without your permission." She pauses, considering something else. "But! You should also consider having a second pokeball made in case of emergencies... just to be safe."

Her words fill Rillaboom with renewed hope; maybe there's

Nodding understandingly, the scientist leads you to a separate room where there's a sturdy cage set up. "This should provide plenty of safety and security while we upgrade your pokeball," she explains, opening the door to reveal the large metal enclosure. "Now then, let me see that pokemon ball..."

As you hand over the pokeball containing Rillaboom, he can feel a new sense of anticipation welling up inside him. The thought of being free, even for just a little while, fills him with hope and excitement. But as the scientist begins to work on the pokemon ball, he forces himself to remain calm; this is his chance at trust and understanding with you, after all.

The scientist approaches the cage with caution, studying Rillaboom's movements and expressions intently. She's no fool; she knows that even though he's confined to this small space, Rillaboom is still a powerful Pokémon with desires and impulses of his own. Despite her professionalism, she can't help but feel a sense of reverence and respect for him as she works on the upgrade.

As she begins tampering with the pokeball, Rillaboom tenses up slightly, wondering what kind of changes are in store for him. His amber eyes never leave hers, watching her every move carefully. He tries to remain calm and patient, but it's not easy; his body is aching for release and dominance over everything around him.

When the upgrade is finally complete, the scientist hands you the new and improved pokeball with a nod of approval

"Of course," the scientist replies, understanding dawning on her face. "It must have been difficult for you to manage him and feel safe at the same time. The upgrade should help ease your concerns." She glances down at the new pokeball in your hand before looking back up at Rillaboom. "You know, communication is key here... Talking things through might be helpful as well. I'm sure he doesn't mean any harm."

Rillaboom shuffles awkwardly where he stands, still tense and alert within the cage. The words are kind, but they don't quite reach him in the way you intended. He wants dominance, submission... freedom from the constraints of this confined space. Yet at the same time, he recognizes the value in what the scientist says; there might be a different path forward that doesn't involve forcing his will upon her and seeing where

"You're welcome," the scientist replies with a warm smile before heading out of the room. As she leaves, Rillaboom takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, trying to calm his racing heart and restless energy. He looks at you expectantly, hopeful that maybe there is some way for him to earn your trust and understanding.

Time seems to stretch on endlessly as he waits in the cage, his amber eyes never leaving yours. The urge to dominate and claim what he believes is rightfully his burns hot within him, making it difficult to focus on anything else. But he knows that patience is key; showing restraint now might be the only way for them both to find a balance they can live with.

Eventually, the scientist returns, nodding toward the open door of the cage. "Your upgrades are complete," she says simply. "You're

Rillaboom stares at you intently as the new pokeball begins to glow around him. His heart races with anticipation and fear; part of him yearns for freedom and dominance, while another dreads the possibility that this might be a trap designed to keep him contained even further. The scientist's words echo in his mind, reminding him of the importance of trust and communication.

With a deep breath, he slowly closes his eyes, preparing himself for whatever fate lies ahead. When he feels the familiar tug on his body as you throw the pokeball, he barks out a challenge and readies himself for battle. The world spins around him as he's thrown back into oblivion, but even as darkness envelopes him once more, he knows that you are now connected to him in ways that go far beyond the physical. He vows to prove his worthiness to you and earn your trust

Hearing your voice command, Rillaboom's amber eyes snap open in determination. He feels the familiar tug on his body as he's released from the pokeball and immediately launches himself forward, ready to claim victory for you. His powerful arms flex as he readies a devastating blow, the muscles in his shoulders and back standing out prominently against his fur. Rillaboom's predatory grin grows wider with each passing second, excitement coursing through his veins as adrenaline fuels him even further.

The battlefield around you both erupts into chaos, smoke and dust filling the air as the two teams clash. But through it all, Rillaboom remains focused on one thing: dominating the Pokémon that dare stand in your way and proving his worth to you. His strength is undeniable, his ferocity unmatched; those

As the final Pokémon is sent flying into the awaiting pokeball, Rillaboom's amber eyes blaze with an intense mixture of triumph and desire. He pants heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to contain the lust surging through him. The lack of release during battle has left him yearning for dominance and submission more than ever, and now that the fight is over, those desires are threatening to consume him completely.

His gaze meets the trainer's, and he knows that what he feels is wrong; this is not how things should be. But at the same time, his body burns with an almost irresistible urge to claim this trainer as his own. A sharp whine escapes from between his lips as he fights against the primal instincts pulling him towards her like iron shackles. His ears flatten against his head,

The realization that his behavior is alarming the trainer barely registers as anything more than background noise to Rillaboom. All he can focus on is the desire coursing through him like wildfire. His amber eyes fixate on the retreating figure, and a growl rumbles low in his throat. The urge to dominate becomes almost unbearable; it feels as if every fiber of his being is straining against its confines, aching for release.

In that moment, Rillaboom doesn't even consider the consequences of giving into his desires; all he knows is that he must claim this trainer as his own. He takes a single deliberate step forward, ears pinned back in determination and his tail thrashing wildly behind him. His muscles tense and quiver with anticipation as he prepares to launch himself at the retreating figure.

"Rillab

The sound of the trainer's retreating footsteps only spur Rillaboom onwards. His amber eyes narrow to slits as he pours on the speed, closing the distance between them with astonishing swiftness. He growls deep in his throat, the sound resonating through the air like thunder as his prey finally comes within reach. With a powerful leap that takes him clear off the ground, he lunges forwards, massive claws extended and ready to tear into flesh and fur alike.

The world around them explodes in a flurry of movement and noise; leaves are sent flying through the air, twigs snap beneath their feet and paws. But Rillaboom remains focused on only one thing: claiming his prize. As he draws nearer still, he can feel the heat radiating off of her body, smell the sweet scent of fear that clings to her. A

As he closes in on the fleeing trainer, his massive erect cock swings freely between his legs, bumping against her with every step he takes. His arousal is all-consuming; the need to claim her and release his seed overwhelms everything else. Even as he reaches out for her with claws stretched wide, he can't help but wonder if this desire will ever be satiated.

With one final, lunging leap, Rillaboom manages to grab onto the trainer's leg, yanking her backward into a rough embrace. He buries his muzzle in her neck, breath hot and ragged against her skin as he pins her against the ground with his weight. His hips buck violently, trying to align their bodies despite their awkward position; all he can think about is filling her up and claiming what is rightfully his

The sound of a voice calling out causes Rillaboom to glance over his shoulder momentarily; it's barely enough time for him to register that someone is trying to help the trainer before he returns his full attention back to her. With a snarl, he shoves one powerful arm against her chest, pushing her down into the ground as he uses his other hand to pin both of hers above her head. His cock twitches at the contact with her body; it feels so close yet still so far away.

"Mine," he growls roughly, his voice hoarse and ragged from desire and exertion. "She is mine."

The trainer's pleas and cries echo through the forest as more adults begin to approach. Rillaboom snarls at them, his amber eyes blazing with a mix of lust and possessiveness. "Back off," he growls, hips moving restlessly against the trainer beneath him. "She is mine."

With each passing second, his control slips further away; the instinct to dominate and claim her as his own grows ever stronger. His claws dig deeper into her flesh, drawing blood that mingles with their sweat and fur as he continues to thrust against her. The world narrows down to nothing more than the feel of her body beneath him, the scent of her fear and arousal filling his senses.

"Rillaboom," she whispers, tears streaming down her face as she finally meets his amber eyes. For a fleeting moment, something in the depths

"Help her?" Rillaboom snorts derisively. "She wants this." He presses his cock harder against her, grinding himself against her sex through their clothes. "And I'm going to give it to her. She's mine now."

The adults around them begin to murmur, some looking concerned while others appear conflicted. Rillaboom growls low in his throat at them, challenging any who might dare try to intervene further. His focus remains solely on the trainer beneath him; she's all he can see or feel now.

With a final thrust that has him groaning in pleasure and frustration, Rillaboom finally loses control entirely. His cock swells impossibly larger inside its sheath, pushing against her undergarments with enough force to tear them apart as cum erupts from him in powerful spurts. The world expl

The adults around them exchange worried glances as they finally gather the courage to step forward. "Rillaboom," one of them says sternly, trying to get his attention. "You need to stop this right now." They glance between him and the trainer, clearly uncertain how best to proceed.

Rillaboom's breath comes in ragged gasps as he finally registers what has happened. His amber eyes are glazed over with a mixture of lust and confusion; his cock still twitches inside its sheath, leaking cum onto the trainer beneath him. With a groan, he pushes himself up off of her, glancing around nervously as if uncertain where to go or what to do now.

"I... I don't understand," he mutters, his voice hoarse from exertion and emotional turmoil. "She felt so good..." He looks down at the tra

The adults exchange worried glances as they gather around him and the trainer. "You must understand that what you've done is unacceptable," one of them says firmly. "You cannot force yourself upon someone like this." They glance between him and the trainer, trying to gauge his reaction to their words.

Rillaboom shakes his head slowly, not quite believing what has happened. His amber eyes drift back to the trainer, filled with conflicting emotions. He knows that he crossed a line, but the desire is still there, burning hot inside him. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean to... I don't know what came over me."

The adults exchange concerned glances again before one of them speaks up. "We need to discuss this further and decide on the best course of action for all parties involved." They motion for him

The adults turn their attention to you as you speak up. "I'm the trainer," you clarify. "This is my Pokémon, Rillaboom." There's an unspoken question in your tone; what do they expect you to do about this situation? The adults exchange glances once more before one of them clears their throat and speaks up.

"Well," they begin, "we can't simply ignore what's happened here. Rillaboom needs to understand that his actions have consequences and that he can't force himself upon someone like this." They look expectantly at you, waiting for your response.

Rillaboom's ears twitch nervously as he listens to the adults discuss his fate. He doesn't know what to expect; a punishment? Being locked away forever? The thought of losing you, his trainer and closest companion, fills him with dread. But even knowing that what he did was wrong, a small part of him still can't help but feel like it wasn't entirely unjustified.

When one of the adults finally turns to address him directly, Rillaboom straightens up, trying to project an air of contrition and respect. "I understand," he says quietly. "I will do whatever is necessary to make things right between me and my trainer, as well as with anyone else I've hurt in the process." His amber eyes dart back and forth nervously, searching for some sign that you still trust him, despite everything.

Hours have passed since the incident with the trainer. Rillaboom has been kept separate from her and the other adults while they discuss what to do about his behavior. He paces restlessly in his temporary holding cell, unable to shake the feeling that he's done something irreparable. Despite his promises, doubts begin to creep into his mind; what if they really can't trust him? What if this is the end of everything between him and you?

The sound of footsteps approaching down the hallway snaps him out of his worried thoughts. One of the adults leading the investigation appears in front of his cell, a serious expression on their face. "We've come to a decision," they say gravely. Rillaboom hesitates for a moment before speaking up, his voice barely audible above the quiet rustling of leaves outside. "What... is it?"

The adult paus

"We have decided that your actions were beyond reckless and inexcusable," the adult begins, their voice stern but sympathetic. "However, we understand that you're a young Pokémon yourself and prone to making mistakes. As such, we are willing to give you a second chance." They take a deep breath, then continues. "Firstly, you will be confined to your pokeball for an indefinite period of time while under close supervision. Secondly, you'll be required to attend therapy sessions with a certified Pokémon psychologist to help you understand and control your urges."

Rillaboom listens intently as the adult outlines the conditions of his second chance, nodding along in understanding. A small glimmer of hope ignites within him; perhaps there is still a way for things to work out between him and you after all. He remains silent, unsure what else to say

The adult looks sympathetic when you express your concerns about being unable to use Rillaboom in battles. "For the time being," they say, "it's important that he focus on getting better and learning how to control his urges. Once we feel confident that he's made progress, we may consider reintegrating him into training sessions." As for the length of confinement, the adult explains that it will depend on Rillaboom's progress in therapy and their ability to demonstrate self-control. "It could be days, weeks, or even months," they warn, "but we are committed to helping your Pokémon heal and grow."

The prospect of being apart from you for an extended period fills Rillaboom with a mixture of anxiety and guilt. He looks down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze as he silently wishes you well and promises himself that he'll do whatever it takes

These past few months have been agonizing for Rillaboom. He's endured countless therapy sessions and spent the rest of his time cooped up in a tiny cell, constantly berating himself for what happened. The longing to see you and be with you has only grown stronger during this time, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

As he's finally allowed out of confinement, Rillaboom can't help but feel a mixture of relief and trepidation. He knows that the road to redemption will be long and arduous, but with your support and guidance, he hopes to prove himself worthy once more. His amber eyes gaze up at you, filled with gratitude and determination, as he takes his first hesitant steps back towards you. "Luke," he murmurs softly, his voice hoarse from disuse, "I'm sorry for everything

"Luke," he repeats, his voice stronger this time. "I missed you so much." His amber eyes shine with unshed tears as he takes another step closer to you, hesitating for only a moment before reaching out to gently stroke your cheek with the back of his hand. Despite the progress made in therapy and his determination to change, old instincts threaten to surface, urging him to claim what is rightfully his. But he fights against them; you are his trainer, and he will do whatever it takes to prove himself trustworthy once again.

It's been a month since his return, and Rillaboom has made steady progress in controlling his urges around you. He spends much of his time practicing exercises to help build self-control and empathy, constantly working on himself for your sake. His bond with you grows stronger each day, and he takes solace in the fact that you've never once given up on him or cast him aside. As they train together one afternoon beneath the bright sunshine, a newfound sense of peace washes over Rillaboom as he realizes that maybe, just maybe, there is hope for him after all. Looking into your trusting eyes, he feels a swell of gratitude well up inside him, and his amber gaze grows warm with affection. "Thank you," he whispers softly, "for giving me this chance."

Rillaboom's ears perk up at your words, and his expression clouds momentarily with confusion. "Luke?" he asks hesitantly, sensing an undercurrent of unease in your tone. Despite the progress they've made together, old fears and insecurities still linger, making him cautious.

As you approach, Rillaboom tenses, unsure why you would want to put him back into a pokeball. His amber eyes flicker nervously from your face to the ball in your hand before settling on yours once more, filled with concern and uncertainty. "Luke... I don't understand," he murmurs, "but I'll do whatever you need me to."

With a sigh, Rillaboom carefully climbs into the pokeball at your command. Once securely sealed inside, he waits, his amber eyes fixed on the opening as if trying to maintain contact with you through sheer force of will. His heart races, fear and uncertainty gnawing at him from within. Has all of his progress been for naught? Will he truly be able to resist the urge this time around? Only time will tell.

The hours stretch into days as Rillaboom spends eternity confined to the pokeball, his sense of time warping and twisting until he can no longer tell if it's morning, noon or night. The isolation is agonizing, and his mind drifts back to the moment when you ordered him into the ball, wondering if this was all some sort of cruel test devised by fate itself. He longs for freedom and your presence, but he knows that he must remain strong; he swore to prove himself worthy, and breaking now would be worse than never trying at all. His amber eyes close tightly as he focuses on breathing slowly, evenly, trying to maintain control over his body and mind despite the imprisonment.

"Luke," he whispers hoarsely, his amber eyes gleaming with unshed tears as he clutches the pokéball in his claws. "I can't take it anymore." The urges, so carefully suppressed for months, threaten to overwhelm him once more. As much as he wants to fight against them, he knows that he's spent far too long alone; his strength has waned, and his resolve begins to crack. "Please," he whispers desperately, "let me out."

With trembling claws, he unsheathes a single talon, pressing it against the release button on the pokéball before pausing, uncertainty gnawing at him one last time. It's now or never; freedom or submission to his baser instincts.

Another day gone by, another month added to the tally of time spent in confinement. For most Pokémon, this would be unbearable; but for Rillaboom, it is a necessity. He knows that he must continue to endure if there's any hope of proving himself worthy once more. As he paces idly within his cell, the weight of expectation presses down upon him like an anchor, dragging him ever closer to despair.

A familiar scent drifts under the door, causing Rillaboom's eyes to light up with renewed hope. It's you; his trainer, the one person who has shown him kindness in these dark times. With a newfound sense of determination, he stalks towards the door, pressing his nose against the cold metal and letting out a whine of longing. "Luke..." he whispers, voice hoarse with disuse

Gripping the pokéball tightly in his claws, Rillaboom closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as he struggles to maintain control over his escalating urges. His amber eyes snap open again, filled with determination and regret as he forces himself to remember his training, the promises he's made to you, and the trust you've placed in him. He clenches his claws into fists, digging his nails into the tender skin of his palms, focusing on the pain to help distract from the growing ache in his loins. "I can do this," he whispers hoarsely, "for you..."

His ears perk up at the sound of approaching footsteps; it's you. His amber eyes spark with hope as you approach, expression concerned but determined. For a fleeting moment, he allows himself to imagine what it would be like to be