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The Machoke's Pet for Guy_Threepwood by Draconicon

"You've gotta be kidding me."

Machoke rolled his eyes as he came to a stop behind his trainer. He was getting a little sick of the start and stop nature of their travel through the old, ruined laboratory, and he was starting to think that his trainer really didn't know what he was doing. Then again, that wouldn't be a change from the average state of things.

He took a few steps away from Joshua as his trainer continued to look over the closed door that was the only exit to the place, tuning out the complaints from the human. The fighting pokemon was more interested in what could be found in the ruins than anything that Joshua could tell him to do. Besides, there might be some rare candies around, or something that he could use to boost his overall power.

Digging through the trash, however, was more of an annoyance than he expected, particularly when he encountered rats every so often. It only took a second to swat them away, but they were pretty damn annoying.

Machoke was halfway through one of the bigger piles when he heard the human shout his name. He ignored him, of course - he wasn't the boss, and they'd established that a while ago - and kept digging.

But then the human said it again, and the pokemon slowly turned his head to glare at the human. The trainer was trying to shove the blockage in front of the door out of the way, and was waving for the pokemon to get over there and help. Machoke took one look at the pile and shook his head, turning back to the pile of broken and damaged crap that was scattered all over the desk, shoving it around.

Thankfully, the shouting for him stopped after a few minutes. If it hadn't, then he would have been tempted to go and remind the human who was boss. It seemed to be necessary every couple of days; he might be the one leading the other around on an escape rope leash, but it didn't seem to stick with Joshua that he just wasn't in charge anymore.

Maybe it's because we can't talk, he thought. It was certainly a possibility.

He'd just spotted something that looked intact when there was a loud crashing sound from behind. Flinching at the sound, he turned to see what had happened.

Joshua was half buried under a large chunk of metal. Nothing deadly, the Machoke noticed immediately, just a large flat bit of metal that had pinned him down from above. It covered the human's lower body completely, leaving him unable to wriggle his legs free. Judging by the dent in it, it was also pinning the human down by shaping itself to him, keeping him from just pushing it off of his body.

His trainer looked at him and shouted for help. Machoke groaned, rolling his eyes again as he looked back to the pile, taking a closer look at the thing he'd found.

Huh. A collar. Well, I guess that could be fun, anyway.

He'd been meaning to get one for Joshua when he could. The leash didn't seem to be making the proper impact, so maybe this would instead. Carrying it in one hand, the barefoot, speedo wearing pokemon made his way back to the pinned human. Joshua looked up at him with one of the most pathetically grateful expressions the pokemon had ever seen.

"Oh thank Arceus. Look, Machoke, you gotta get me out of here. I promise, I'll get you anything you want when we get back to civilization, just get me out of here now and -"

Grumbling at the human's mewling, Machoke took the collar and swung it around the human's neck. It was a tight fit, but he managed to squeeze it around until the clicking front managed to seal. He grabbed the human by it, pulling him a bit more upright.

"Shut...up."

He knew that it was stupid to try talking, but -

"What...what did you say?"

"I said shut - Wait. You can understand me?"

The human nodded slowly, still looking in shock. Machoke let him go, looking over the human a few times. That didn't seem possible. He'd never heard of something causing a human to understand a pokemon. It just didn't work like that. Maybe there was something about being bumped on the head? No, that was impossible. Joshua did that on a daily basis. If there was anything responsible for it, it had to be something new, something -

Something like the collar. He looked at it, then unclipped it.

"Can you understand me now?"

"What? I can't understand you?"

Click.

"Can you understand me now?"

"Wha - yeah. It...the collar?"

What else? Machoke thought as he looked at it. A slow smile crossed his face as he looked from the collar to his 'trainer' and back again. This could start changing a lot of things, and he had a pretty good idea of where to start.

"Now that you can understand me, let me make something understood. You aren't the trainer, you aren't the master. That's me, from now on."

"...Come again?"

"You haven't been a real trainer in years. You don't know how to control us, you don't know how to use us well. And the amount of times I've had to save your ass from falling off a cliff or getting caught by Pidgeots or getting dragged off by wild Tentacruel -"

"Hey, that's never been my fault!"

"Shut up."

Machoke glared at his human until Joshua looked away. He sat down beside him, putting his feet on top of the metal plate. Not hard, just enough to make the human groan a bit, understand the weight of what he was saying.

"I'm tired of being your 'pet' while we're out and about. If I'm going to be doing all the work, then I get to be the one in charge. And from now on, you're going to show that you understand that. Got me?"

The human slowly nodded.

"Good. Then you'll start with giving my feet the attention that they deserve. Ever since last week when I had to pull you out of a mud-slide, they've been waiting for you to actually tend to them properly."

"That's because I shouldn't have to!"

"Wrong. I'm the master now, and that means that you do what I say, no matter what it is. And you'll start with giving my feet the proper worship that a master deserves, and you'll get used to doing it every day."

It was clear from Joshua's expression that the idea was completely anathema to what he'd been thinking for years, but as Machoke shifted his feet over, there was also no denying that this was going to happen. The change was something that had to happen, and if Joshua wouldn't do it willingly, then Machoke was happy to force it. Because he was not going to be just another pokemon anymore.

He shoved his sweaty feet into the human's face, and grinned at the look of distaste. He pushed one of his toes against the human's lips, forcing it in, and then using his other foot to keep Joshua from pulling away. The human's face was rapidly coated with dirt and sweat, but it was only a better mark of his new position.

"Start sucking on my toes there, human; you do well enough, I might take you out from under the metal before the second part."

Even with the warning, the human's lickings and sucking was half-hearted at best. Machoke was rather disappointed. The feeling of a tongue sliding between his toes, getting rid of the dust of travel and the sweat that he'd built up was nice and all, but there wasn't enough of it to really get him going. He'd been hoping for something that stimulated him a bit more, gave him more energy.

Instead, he got a treatment that made it more clear than ever that Joshua expected to get out of this and then have things go back to normal. It was a pitiful, weak licking along his toes, and the sucking was nothing more than a slow head bob. No worship of his toes, no actual licking of them, just a slow dragging of his lips along them.

"You are pathetic at this."

"Well, maybe that's because I don't think you're right."

The Machoke finally stood up, standing over the human and using his full height to leer over him.

"You demand everything out of us, and instead of making yourself worthy of our respect, you just think you should get it. Well, I've earned every bit of your respect, and I haven't gotten anything. So I'm going to teach you what you deserve."

As Joshua stared up at him, Machoke reached down to his speedo and slowly slid a finger past the waistband. The look of sudden fear on the human's face was all he needed to see to know that Joshua was finally getting the picture. But he needed to make sure that he was seeing it in color, not in faded black and white.

He pulled them down, exposing his gray, hardening cock. The tip was covered with a coating of pre, making it shine. As he kneeled down towards Joshua's face, the human turned away from the smell, but it was child's play to turn him right back round, forcing him to look at the thick cock pointed at his mouth. Machoke pushed his hips forward, dragging the tip against the human's lips, making him taste it, making him smell it.

"I'm not just the better man. I'm the bigger man. And if you don't get it through your head, tonight's not the first time that you're going to be tending to this. Do you understand me? Your time on the top is over. It's my turn now. And I'm going to show you where you belong, the same way that I'd show any weaker pokemon where they belong."

He straddled the human's chest, ignoring the weak pushing on his legs as he lowered his cock against the human's mouth. It stung his cock a bit, putting so much pressure on it, but he had far more strength than the human did, and soon it popped in. He made Joshua take his shaft all the way down to the root, making the human smell the built up musk there, just as he had done with his feet.

Unsurprisingly, the human's eyes rolled back at the scent, and Machoke chuckled to himself as he ground down against the human's face.

"That's it. Learn your place, human. Learn it, and just give up."

He ground his hips back and forth, dragging his cock in and out of the human's mouth. Each time he thrust forward, he could feel Joshua gagging around his cock, and each time he forced it in all the way regardless. Slowly, the gagging started to subside, the human's throat learning to take something bigger and more worthy. Machoke grinned when he felt no gag at all and slowly pulled out. Straddling the human's face, his balls over Joshua's nose, he looked down and asked one question.

"Who's your master?"

"...You are..."

"Good. Remember it. Now get back to work."

The End