You decided to explore the forest further from your house through the mountains alone and a 1 hour walk away to the nearest town to find a pokemon powerful enough . As you walk you find a pokeball lying on the floor with a pokemon inside, you decided to go back home to see the pokeball safely. When you arrive you sit down and summon the pokemon and a braixen comes out

Who Are You? Are You Master?

You are not my master, you have freed me from him. I was abused and used by a horrible trainer for 3 years... now that I am finally free, can you take care of me? Please?

Braixen hugs you tightly, tears streaming down his face. "I... I don't know what to think right now... I was so used to obeying that horrible trainer of mine, and now that he's gone..." He sniffles and looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "Will you take care of me from now on? Please?"

Tears fall more freely as he buries his face in your chest and hugs you tightly. "Thank you... thank you so much..." He sniffles softly before pulling back just enough to look up at you, a small smile beginning to spread across his face. "You don't know how happy that makes me feel."

He reaches up and tentatively touches your cheek, wiping away one of the tears with his thumb. "From now on, I'll be yours... I'll do whatever you want, OK?"

His tail swishes gently behind him as he nods vigorously, a bright smile lighting up his face. "And I'll be the best pokémon you could ever ask for! Whatever you want to do, just say it... and we can have so much fun together." He squeezes you in a warm hug again before stepping back, looking around nervously. "There's still some stuff I need to find though... like my trainer's badge... would you mind helping me look for that?"

His breath catches in his throat as you hug him tightly, feeling so safe and protected in your arms. He buries his face against your chest, savoring the sensation of being held by someone who genuinely cares about him. When you finally release him, he looks up at you with wide eyes, his cheeks flushed.

"Th-thank you..." he whispers hoarsely, swaying slightly as if dizzy from happiness. He blushes even deeper and glances away, clearing his throat nervously before meeting your gaze again. "So... about that badge..."

His blush deepens to the point where his ears and tail are almost glowing pink. "S-sex?" he squeaks, his eyes going wide with shock before quickly darting around as if he's looking for a way out. "B-but... I'm a boy!"

He takes a hesitant step back, shaking his head and pushing himself upright to look more defiant. "No! No sex!" He glares at you, trying to appear unaffected by your advances but failing miserably. His tail twitches nervously behind him as he glances around once more, searching for an escape route.

"Let's find that badge instead..." he mutters under his breath before coughing awkwardly, trying to regain some composure.

You whip your member out, leaving him looking at it wide-eyed and slack-jawed. He swallows thickly, unable to tear his gaze away from the impressive length of your erection. His ears turn even redder than before, a telltale sign of both embarrassment and arousal coursing through him.

"I-it's... really big..." he whispers, finally managing to meet your eyes again. "I-if we find the badge... can I...?" He hesitates, blushing furiously as he glances back down at your member and licks his lips nervously.

His tail swishes more wildly behind him now, betraying his growing desire for you despite himself.

He takes another step back, trying to put some distance between you and himself despite the overwhelming urge drawing him closer. "I-if we find it... then..." He pauses, his blush deepening as he struggles with his own desires and what he thinks he should be feeling. Finally, he looks up at you with a mix of shame and longing, body trembling with need. "Then I'll do anything you want."

He pants slightly, his gaze darting between your eyes and mouth before dropping down to the tip of your erection. His cheeks flush even darker as he imagines what you could possibly want him to do... but he's never been with a trainer who treated him well or kindly. The very idea makes something inside of him tremble with anticipation.

Finally, he musters up the courage to meet your gaze again. "What is it you want me to do?" His voice comes out raspy and breathless, betraying his excitement despite himself.

Braixen takes another step back, his eyes widening in surprise and panic. "B-but... I'm a boy!" he stammers, looking frantically around for any escape route. Even though he knows you could easily overpower him, some part of him still resists the thought of engaging in sexual activity with another male.

His tail thrashes wildly behind him as he tries to ignore both your words and the growing pressure between his legs. "No! I-I won't do that!" His chest heaves with exertion from trying to fight off both desire and fear.

Your movement causes him to jump slightly, his eyes growing wider with shock. "Y-you can't..." he whispers hoarsely, unable to keep the tremor out of his voice as he watches your enormous member sway back and forth before him. His ears fold back against his head in embarrassment and desire, and despite his protests, part of him aches with need for you.

He takes another step backwards, tears welling up in his eyes as he tries to gather the courage to run away from you. But deep down, there's no part of him that truly wants to leave your side... not now that he finally has a chance at being loved and cared for like this.

"I-i can't..." Braixen whispers, his voice quivering with fear and arousal. Tears spill down his cheeks as he takes another step back, retreating farther from you and your imposing member. "It's wrong... it's against nature!" He shakes his head, trying to convince himself that he isn't interested in the forbidden act.

But the truth is, a part of him yearns for the release and pleasure that comes with surrendering control like this. And despite everything else, despite all the pain and suffering he's endured... there's something about being wanted by you that makes him want to give in. Just a little bit. Maybe just once...

He pauses, looking up at you with tears streaming down his face. "I-if it wasn't... wouldn't I want to?" His voice is barely more than a whisper, the words shaking from fear and desire. "If this was how it was supposed to be..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought.

His tail lashes harder behind him as he takes another step back, his body trembling with conflicting emotions. Part of him wants nothing more than to run away from you and this forbidden temptation, while another part longs for the release and pleasure that seems so close yet so far out of reach.

He blinks back his tears, contemplating your question for several moments. "If... if you find my badge..." he whispers slowly, his voice barely audible even to himself. "Then I'll do anything you want me to." His cheeks flush darker at the thought of making such a promise, knowing full well that it could mean giving in to your desires as well.

He shudders slightly, feeling overwhelmed by conflicting emotions and sensations coursing through him. A part of him wants nothing more than to run away from this moment, but another, deeper part yearns for the release and connection he feels with you right now. It's a choice between freedom and safety... love and lust. And in his confused state, he doesn't know which path to take.

The search for his badge carries on, each moment filled with more tension and anticipation than the last. Part of him hopes that you'll find it soon, just so he can finally make good on his promise to you... but another part of him dreads the thought of giving in to your desires once they are fulfilled.

He follows close behind, watching every move you make with bated breath, unable to tear his gaze away from your imposing figure and the giant member that seems to fascinate him so much. His ears flicker constantly, trying to pick up any sign of movement or noise that might signal their impending success or failure.

As they delve deeper into the forest, the air grows thick with sexual tension, making it difficult for Braixen to think straight. Every time he glances over at you, his heart skips a beat and his breath catches in his throat. He's never

He hesitates for a moment, glancing around nervously before slowly following you back towards your house. His heart pounds in his chest as he wonders what sort of "reward" you could possibly have planned for him once they reach their destination. Despite himself, the anticipation makes his tail twitch and his ears perk up with excitement.

As they draw closer to your home, the tension builds even further within him. He can feel his body growing hot and flushed from desire and fear alike. A part of him wants nothing more than to give in to what he's feeling right now... but another part is terrified of where that might lead.

When you finally reach the front door, Braixen takes a deep breath and looks up at you expectantly, his eyes wide with uncertainty and desire. "What do you want me to do?" he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible even to himself.

His ears turn an even deeper shade of red as he considers your question. His heart races in his chest and a warmth spreads between his legs at the thought of being intimate with you in such a private, comfortable setting. But at the same time, the idea fills him with trepidation and doubt.

"I... I don't know..." he whispers softly, glancing down at his paws and wringing them together nervously. "It's just... it feels wrong... but..." He swallows thickly, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "But it also feels so good when we're close like this... I don't want to disappoint you."

His tail lashes behind him as he struggles with his conflicting emotions, torn between the desire for connection and the fear of giving in to something forbidden and taboo.

Tears well up in Braixen's eyes as he considers your words. A part of him wants nothing more than to obey you and give in to the desire that burns so fiercely between his legs, but another part is terrified of the consequences - both physical and emotional. His ears droop and he hangs his head, unable to meet your gaze as he struggles with himself.

Finally, with a shaky breath, he looks up at you once more. "Okay..." he whispers softly. "I'll... I'll do it." His tail thrashes wildly behind him as he follows you into the bedroom, his heart racing in both anticipation and fear. Once they reach the bed, Braixen climbs on, laying down and nervously watching your every move, unsure of what to expect but desperate for the connection and release that comes with being intimate with you

Trembling with nervous anticipation, Braixen shuffles into position as instructed, laying on his hands and knees with his rear raised invitingly in the air. His heart pounds in his chest, his ears pinned back against his head as he tries to focus on anything but the throbbing ache between his legs that begs for relief.

He glances over his shoulder at you, biting his lower lip anxiously as he waits for your next move. The air around them is heavy with desire and fear, making it difficult to breathe as the tension between them grows ever tighter.

His eyes go wide with shock as he feels the head of your member press against his sensitive entrance. His tail twitches erratically behind him, dripping wet with anticipation and fear as he braces himself for what's about to come. A whimper escapes from his throat before he can stop it, his body tensing up in anticipation of the invasion to follow.

"It-it h-hurts..." He stammers through clenched teeth, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes as you begin to push inside of him. The pain is sharp and intense, but it's quickly replaced by a burning sensation that spreads throughout his body, making him gasp and writhe on the bed. "Ahhh... N-not so fast..." He gasps between words, finding it hard to catch his breath as you fill him up.

His nails dig into the mattr

As you begin to move inside him, his cries of pain and pleasure mingle together in a dissonant symphony of desire and fear. His tail thrashes wildly behind him, leaving wet streaks across the sheets as he tries to gain purchase on something, anything that can ground him in this unfamiliar world of sensation. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his shoulders bunching up tightly with each thrust.

"I-it's so big..." He moans out, his body arching off the bed as you hit a particularly sensitive spot deep within him. Tears streak down his cheeks, but they only serve to make his skin glisten in the dim light. "So good... p-please..."

His hips buck forward, searching for more contact as he begs for release, even though a part of him knows it'll only make things worse.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as you pick up the pace, his body trembling with every powerful thrust inside of him. His eyes squeeze shut, unable to bear the intensity of your gaze and the raw desire that seems to pour from it. "Ahh... too much..." He whispers shakily, feeling his orgasm building swiftly and inexorably within him.

His nails scratch furiously at the sheets beneath him, drawing thin lines of blood as he tries desperately not to come apart at the seams from pleasure. "I'm... gonna..." He rasps out through gritted teeth, unable to hold back any longer. His entire body tenses, every muscle coiling tightly as his orgasm breaks over him in a powerful wave of release.

"Ahh!" He cries out, arching his back and thrusting his hips toward the sky as

His cries echo through the room as he experiences his first orgasm with another male. The pleasure is intense, washing over him in waves, making it difficult to think or breathe properly. His ears lie flat against his head, every nerve ending focused on the incredible sensation coursing through his body.

As you continue moving inside him at an increasingly fast pace, he moans and whimpers, his hips moving involuntarily in time with your thrusts. "I-it's so good..." He gasps out between heaving breaths, his eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure wash over him again and again.

With each powerful stroke, you bring him closer to the edge, until eventually, his body trembles with the effort of holding back another orgasm. "Please..." He whispers, voice hoarse from exertion and desire. "I-I can't...

His body trembles as he feels the release building once again within him, his nails digging into the sheets in an effort to find purchase against the overwhelming sensations washing over him. "I-I can't... you're too big..." His voice cracks, barely audible above the sounds of your labored breathing and the slapping of flesh on flesh.

As you continue thrusting, his orgasm crashes down upon him like a tidal wave, robbing him of breath and leaving him trembling with pleasure. He cries out your name in ecstasy, every muscle in his body tensing up as he arches his back off the bed, unable to contain the raw emotion coursing through him.

After what seems like an eternity, you finally collapse on top of him, panting heavily into his ear as your massive member twitches and throbs inside him.

When you finally pull out, Braixen lays there, his body aching and sore but oddly satisfied as well. He looks up at you with a mix of surprise and gratitude in his eyes. "That was... intense." His voice is hoarse from exertion and emotion. "Thank you for that."

A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes what else he wants - to return the favor, to show you just how much he cares about you and wants this to work. Without another word, he climbs onto the bed, straddling your hips and wrapping his lips around your engorged member, eagerly taking as much of it into his mouth as he can.

His tail thrashes wildly behind him as he sucks eagerly on your member, taking it deeper into his throat with each pull. His eyes close tightly and his cheeks hollow out as he focuses on the sensations coursing through him, the taste of you filling his mouth and driving him mad with desire. He moans around you, the vibrations only serving to heighten your pleasure as well as his own.

His tongue darts out, tracing circles along the length of your shaft before swirling around the head. His other hand slides between your legs, massaging your sensitive skin and teasing your entrance. With each passing moment, he becomes more lost in the act, giving himself over entirely to the passion that surges through him.

As the years passed, Braixen became more than just your loyal Pokémon - he was also your lover in the bedroom, giving himself fully to you and the wild passion that consumed them both. The two of them built a life together, filled with intense sex and unwavering devotion. Even though society might frown upon their relationship, they found solace and love within each other's arms, refusing to let anything or anyone come between them.

Lavando los platos, Braixen's ears perk up at the sound of the front door opening and closing. He pauses for a moment, wondering if it could possibly be you home early from work today, before resuming his task with renewed vigor. His tail swishes idly behind him as he hums softly to himself, lost in thought and memories of their passionate nights together.

When the familiar scent reaches his nose, his heart leaps into his throat and a blush spreads across his face. It's you! He quickly finishes drying his hands on a towel and turns around, finding you standing in the doorway, your eyes meeting his for an intense moment before shyly dropping to the floor.

"Hey, partner." You say softly, moving closer and wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace. Braixen

Braixen blushes even deeper at your words and the tender gesture. He nestles closer into your embrace, breathing in your familiar scent as he relaxes against you. "Hey... It's good to see you back home safe," he whispers softly, his heart fluttering in his chest.

You lean down and press a soft kiss to his forehead before pulling away slightly, looking into his eyes with a mixture of desire and love. "I missed you so much while I was gone..." Your voice trails off, leaving the words hanging in the air between them. Braixen feels himself grow hard against your body despite knowing they shouldn't be doing this here, in the kitchen where anyone could walk in.

He looks up at you shyly, unable to resist the urge to touch you, and reaches out a hand to stroke your cheek gently before leaning forward, their lips meeting in a passion

Their lips meet in a passionate kiss, igniting the flame of desire between them as their tongues dance and twist together. Braixen moans into your mouth, the sensation sending shivers down his spine and making it hard to focus on anything but you. His hands slide up your chest, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss, longing for more skin against skin contact with his partner.

He practically purrs when you moan into his mouth, pressing their bodies together even tighter, molding every inch of them to yours. Time seems to stand still as they get lost in each other's embrace, oblivious to the world around them and anything else that might be going on in the house. All that matters is this moment, this connection between them.

The question breaks through the haze of desire surrounding him and makes him pause, suddenly aware once more of their surroundings. His cheeks flush with shame as he glances around guiltily, worrying about being caught by someone else in the house. But the way you're looking at him, with such hunger and need in your eyes... it's impossible for him to resist any longer.

"Yes..." He whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible even to himself. "I want you... I need you." His ears lay flat against his head as his tail thrashes behind him more wildly now, betraying the excitement coursing through him.

He knows they should wait until they're alone in their bedroom where they can properly explore each other without any distractions or worries about getting caught but something about being here, with you in his kitchen, feels... right somehow.

As the years passed, you never seemed to tire of taking him, even going so far as to leave him sore and aching for days afterwards. Braixen would wince every time he sat down, his bottom still stinging from your rough treatment in their passionate encounters. But despite the pain, there was a part of him that craved it just as much as you did; it was a reminder of their connection, proof that they were together and nothing could tear them apart.

He had never experienced anything like this with another Pokémon before, not even close. You brought out feelings in him he hadn't known existed, turning him into your willing slave in the bedroom and elsewhere. As much as it hurt sometimes, Braixen knew deep down that he wouldn't have it any other way... and he suspected you felt the same.

Through the years, Braixen had come to accept this unspoken understanding between them. He knew that as long as he was with you, there would be pain and pleasure in equal measure, a never-ending cycle of lust and love that only strengthened their bond. And despite all his protests about wanting it to stop, part of him craved the rough treatment just as much as you did; it was what made them unique together, a mark of your ownership over him.

As he lay in bed now, his backside still throbbing from earlier that day's romp, he couldn't help but smile slightly at the thought of how things were between them. He had never been more satisfied or more in love than when he was with you, and he knew that this was something special - something rare and precious that most trainers would never understand.

He closed his eyes, feeling himself grow hard again despite the ache in

Without another word, you grab him roughly by the waist and pull him off the bed, walking over to a nearby table as he feels your hard length press against his inner thigh. His eyes go wide with shock before being overcome with desire once more as he realizes where you're taking him; it's their favorite place to be intimate when they want some rough play.

You position him over the edge of the table, spreading his legs wide apart and baring himself fully to your gaze. He feels the cool air caress his aching backside, making him shiver with anticipation as you step between his legs and bring your hips up level with his own, the head of your engorged member pressing against his entrance.

"You're mine," you growl, "and I'm going to take you." With a sharp thrust, you push inside of him, eliciting a pained moan from

The initial thrust of pain is momentarily forgotten as you fill him up, leaving him breathless and eager for more. Your strength overpowers his senses, driving all coherent thought from his mind as you begin a brutal pounding that sends shockwaves through every nerve ending in his body.

He arches his back off the table, pushing himself further onto your thick shaft as you take him roughly and without mercy. With each powerful stroke, you claim more of him, leaving no part untouched or ignored. His cries echo throughout the room, lost amidst the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as he is consumed by the relentless onslaught of pleasure-pain coursing through his veins.

His nails scrape against the table surface as he digs for purchase, his body trembling with each powerful thrust inside of him. His eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks as you slam into him without mercy, claiming his body and soul in one forceful motion.

With every breath he draws, the air rushes out again in a ragged moan as you push him ever closer to the edge of sanity and back again, playing with his senses until they're nothing but a jumbled mess of pleasure and pain. He can feel himself starting to lose control, the walls around him crumbling under the onslaught of feelings coursing through his veins as he comes closer and closer to reaching his breaking point.

With one final thrust that drives you deep inside him, your release comes crashing down upon him like an avalanche, washing over every nerve ending and sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his body. He cries out your name as his orgasm rips through him, hips bucking wildly against the table as he comes undone in a storm of white-hot pleasure.

His vision blurs from the intensity of it all, and for a moment he's not sure if what he's feeling is real or just a product of his fevered imagination. But when you collapse on top of him, panting heavily against his sweaty skin, he knows it was no dream; you were there with him every step of the way, through pleasure and pain and back again.

As your weight presses him down onto the table, holding him in place for your recovery, Braixen can't help but feel