FSE

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Before you read this chapter you have to finish reading up until this part: https://www.sofurry.com/view/894713

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A familiar raspy growl cut through the room's pleasant quiet stillness. Startled by the sudden noise my heart skipped a beat. Despite the instinctual lump of fear the size of a fist squeezing on my insides in its crushing icy vice-like grip: my heart was the only body part that betrayed me by giving away the fact that I was only pretending to be asleep. Maybe if I continue to-

"I know you're awake brat. Runt tells me you're refusing to eat again, is that true?" Darkrai's signature annoyed tone was strangely hardly noticeable (his annoyance that is) he sounded calm otherwise.

Great my new step-dad is back from running errands . I whispered inwardly to myself. Despite my best efforts to not reply at all, to continue this pointless charade of sleeping: I couldn't stop the annoyed groan from escaping my throat. My mistake immediately cost me a few more moments of peace and my acting career. The fact that I could feel Master's temper rising showed me just how much my mistake fucked me over. 'No snarky comments if I valued my life' as Master would say but what would actually mean: that I couldn't say another word if I wanted to avoid another beating.

What else is new.

There's the Darkrai I know and love. I'll admit that thought made me smile just the tiniest bit into my pillow. Not only was the past thought somewhat funny to me but it also meant that I finally broke the habit that was pretty much being shoved down my throat. Well if I wanted to avoid another beating that is.

... Wait did I just repeat myself? My bad.

Anyway as you can kinda see Darkrai is attempting to turn me into an obedient common house dog. I'm doing my best to resist but his brainwashing techniques are surprisingly effective enough to where I don't even notice that I'm stepping from my norm sometimes. Seems that the longer I stay under the airhead's influence the less I seem to notice. Usually even in my own thoughts I'm not safe but Master must not have tuned into them yet-

I did it again, didn't I? Damn it!

When another raspy growl -this time obviously pissed off- echoed throughout the pitch black room: I finally answered my Master's question. Flipping on my back and sitting up with a fake happy-happy expression and inflection in my voice I gave my reply "Yup I'm going on a diet. Hospital's food is so delicious that it's forcing me to get flabby, can't you tell?" I even patted my non-existent stomach for emphasis on how fat I was. Given the fact I was so emaciated that almost my full skeletal system was visible shown just how silly this statement was.

"Brat remember all the other times you acted like a smart ass around me?" Master was cracking his knuckles as well as stretching, rolling, and flexing out his arms, shoulders, and biceps as if getting himself ready and pumped up for a boxing match; like usual when it was punishment dishing out time there was a sadistic look of pleasure sprawled across his face.

"With perfect clarity. I even have the bruises as a reminder." I grumbled into my pillow as I collapsed back into it. If only my sleep cycle wasn't extremely fucked up...then I would have a way to end the conversation. That would actually be the best thing for the both of us funnily enough. Sadly I've grown dependent on Master's dark magic to rest. The bastard isn't exactly helping that by knocking me out every ten minutes when he gets tired of my mouth. Sad part thing is that Master knows this fact since he has taken to physically punishing me until I apologize, sometimes not even then when I finally break what's left of his patience.

"Then why must I keep educating you?" Master growled lowly wringing his hands together in front of him as if he was just barely keeping himself from throttling me like that famous yellow almost bald cartoon character would his spiky 'haired' rebellious son.

A hollow sounding shaky laugh escaped my throat before I could intercept it with my reply" I've asked myself the very same question a thousand times over; but the only explanation I can come up with is that I'm a masochist and you're a sadist that can't take a joke."

Master looked like he was going to respond in his usual angry sort of way but then he appeared to ponder on the words for a moment before nodding with a thoughtful expression on his face "That actually makes perfect sense. How am I supposed do to punish you now if you just get off on the punishment as if it's a reward?"

"Be nice maybe?" the following shiver of disgust was so perfectly faked that my own mother would have bought it.

For the first time in what felt like forever I didn't have to experience pain to actually cause Master to laugh with amusement "Over my dead body. Until that is, you can actually deserve such an honor. You get points for trying though...What on Earth are you doing?"

I poked my head from underneath the bed that I was currently hiding underneath with my blanket still wrapped around me "Sorry it's a reflex to run away and hide when you laugh. Since you know, it kinda spells out pain for my immediate future."

"I thought you said you were a masochist?" I could just barely make out in the dark Master looking at me with a somewhat amused expression with hands on his hips. Even with my brand spanking new enhanced night vision I had to focus really hard in order to see through the shroud that seem to automatically wrap itself around Master in the dark.

"I don't know about Pokémon; but humans can only handle creaming themselves so much before we run out of juice and everything down there starts to hurt and chafe. Not every pain is good pain apparently"

Master groaned at the very mention of human secretions "Thanks for drawing that pleasant mental picture for me; should think about becoming a painter or some other type of artist." Master's tone oozing with sarcasm "I see your wit hasn't dulled in my absence. Not like I was expecting it to. For someone that is clinically depressed you're in awfully high spirits" There was a brief pause before Master said " Let me guess: cracking jokes is your way of trying to cheer yourself up?"

"10 points for Slytherin!" I called out with false cheer and clapped briefly. A rare emotion called confusion began to blanket Master's face while I shook my head "I have no idea why I assume you'd would get that story reference."

"Ah it's one of those moments." Master nodded his head knowingly before shaking his head to express his continuous befuddlement "I really don't see why you keep throwing them at me when you know I have never paid any attention to human media besides a few songs I heard on the road."

"I guess... I just like seeing that look on your face?" I felt a grin that came unbidden to my face. "Dude you just really need a to relax and smell the roses from time to time to loosen up that diamond crushing sphincter ." The responding glare forced me to try again, this time with an expressionless frown "You really need a hobby sir"

"Better... And don't I know it." a few moments occurred briefly until Master said "I order you to get out from under there. You need to eat and I have a few medical specialist to speak with."

"I'm not hungry" As if hearing me, my stomach began screaming "I beg to fucking differ!" The damn thing could have probably been heard all the way in the next room.

Master chuckled briefly again (I swear this is a record) "You were saying?"

"Traitor" I mumbled towards the still screaming stomach as I rolled away from immediate view.

"Any other excuses?" Master asked quizzically, still chuckling

"You mean besides the fact you took away my clothing privileges? No not really."

The pleasant atmosphere of the room was now gone as a more tenser one took its place. Before Master responded I heard him sigh. "For the thousandth time: I did warn you. You're the one who decided that it was a good idea to repeatedly attempt to flee into the night like a bastard's son who has gotten tired of the treatment he was forced to endure at home each and every time I had my back turned; ever since your leg healed enough to move around comfortably."I nearly jumped out of my skin when Master's ugly smiling mug suddenly materialize into my vision; that smile only grew wider when I yelped in pain when my forehead decided to kiss the bed's metal frame. The asshole didn't even pause with what he was going to say either, even going as far full blown laughing while he continued to speak "Stopped you didn't it? Hell you've been almost an angel ever since that punishment visit to the cafete-" Master's laugher was cut off as if suddenly struck hard in the face. I could actually see the gears turning in his head if I looked at him in just the right way; a state that no-one but me seems to have the power to do and I'm not just being vain either.

Meanwhile I was having one of those moments when the 18 years you spent on this Earth disappears in a instant and you revert back into the five year old that hides his face behind anything you can grab. That and wish with all you have that you would just die because the embarrassment is that strong.

Darkrai's face disappeared from my vision but I still sensed him above me which meant that he most was most likely lying on top of the mattress. "I... fucked up...didn't I?" Master almost whispered with a very sad and very tired sounding sigh.

I said nothing

"Would it make you feel better if I apologized for forcing you into a crowed area in the nude?"

"You are not exactly helping me forget sir" I replied lowly, praying that he would/wouldn't hear the sound of my teeth popping and crackling I was gritting them together so hard nor hear the rage in my voice: already knowing full well that would inevitably lead to another beating.

"I apologize for both that and the incident, okay?" The fact that Ma-Darkrai actually sounded like he meant his apology was alien, humbling, and frightening all at once.

I still didn't trust myself to say anything cause of the high risk of exploding into either rage or tears.

I heard a very frustrated sounding growl before Master suddenly switched from talking to me to mostly himself. Another habit of his that he blames full heartily on me, fits of violent outbursts being the other. "Don't even know why I'm wasting my breath. It's not like it's my fault you won't listen. Besides I had thought you had grown past the whole human modesty thing since you appeared to be comfortable with nudity the week before I left" The scoff in his voice was so obvious that I swear that it almost became a physical manifestation.

A hollow laugh escaped from my throat and lips before I could stop it, which forced me to break my self-imposed silence "No human is immune to modesty enough to not feel extremely uncomfortable and vulnerable when being the only one in the room naked filled with other clothed humans. Even if the audience were trained medical specialist who see the human body in all its glory daily: it's still an awkward to all hell- sorry- heck. The only reason why I'm comfortable around you, Runt, and...Zil-" I took a moment to swallow past the usual lump in my throat, the tears threatening to spill out, and the same thoughts that always slam into me as if I'm just a frog in the middle of a racecar track called life every single god damn time something Z related gets even mumbled. I hate the fact I feel like the world's biggest sissy every time it happens "-is because you guys gave me absolutely no choice. Besides that's only the smallest reason why I'm acting like a teenage girl who can't go to prom"

I had a full moment of silence before Master took a shot in the dark that might as well have been from a Barret 50 caliber with a thermal scope and at close range"...You're having another rough patch right?" Darkai next tired sigh was that special one that only an elderly person could pull off "Elliot you are being-" Darkrai's shot in the dark might as well have from

"Yes okay! Yes fucking goddamn it yes! I'm mostly still depressed over the fact that Zillian would rather be alone at God-the-fuck-knows-where then be with me! Yes I know he is a psychopath with only just enough sanity to push me away so I won't get hurt! Yes I know it's been a whole damned half a month and I'm still acting like an obsessed guy over a bad break up! It's fucking creepy that I can't stop thinking about him. But even knowing all that in my head: I CAN'T FUCKING STOP!" I shoved my fist in my mouth to literally choke myself out before I could sob out loud and continue my two year old tantrum. My pride really couldn't take another blow; despite the fact I've already cried and had tantrums in front of Darkrai and Runt more then I have in my whole entire life.

"Feel better?" Darkrai asked with a tone that carried no emotion.

"A- a little bit yeah..." tears were still rushing down my face and I was terrified of what Darkrai was going to say or do to me next but otherwise I did feel alot better.

"Considering you've been doing everything but talking about your feelings: this explosion was long past over due. No punishment for talking back and cursing at me. I assume you are pleased of that piece of news?"

Pushing my luck I took my fist out a my mouth when I felt I was stable enough to reply with a 'pfft' noise and "Oh so you're and expert on human psychiatry now? So why am I still wasting money to sit with a shrink that is so outdated that he looks like he lived through the Great Depression for an hour in almost complete silence?"

"Because I'm only telling you what he told me: You can only heal and work past an issue when you release whatever you're holding back and talk about it. Your biggest flaw out of all the millions of others-"For some reason that jab actually made began to giggle like an idiot "-is that you can't admit that a problem is bigger then you so you can receive help. Quit fucking believing that admitting that you have a problem is a sign of weakness because it fucking isn't. You're only human, not some special god forsaken android.

Seconds seem to pass in a slow crawl until a really stupid reply tumbled past my filter's defenses "Feel better?"

Master actually lol'd for only a moment before it was quickly stifled with a empty growl that held no believable fury whatsoever "Don't push your luck"

"Yes Master..." I didn't even have to fake the whimper in my voice either cause I was actually afraid the evil sadistic side of my Master would come out any second now and ruin the almost pleasant conversation we were having if I so much as lower my guard even the tiniest bit.

"That's a good slave" Master cooed as a hand phased right through the mattress to tussle my hair the same exact way Dad used to do...it's absolutely terrifying that this simple act always makes my heart swell and forces a dopey gin to spread across my face: like a idiot child who was praised by someone even greater then a teacher or parent.

Was a unnatural feeling since the feeling wasn't even coming from me...well it is but it isn't, just from my darker half. Hard to explain really since I haven't really figured out this Dark One thing. All I know is that my body temperature raises like ten degrees, I get a massive random boner, and have been told that my eyes briefly transition from their usual color to almost blood red. Creepy to all hell since it feels like I'm sharing this body with someone else; which I'm told is false and normal. Technically the thing has always been there but just now became self aware...or something, I didn't actually pay attention when Master explained.

Crap Master began talking while I was daydreaming!

"-come out now?" At least the tail end kinda revealed all of what Master was saying with very little to no thought involved.

"Can I have clothes while we do these errands" I asked with fingers crossed praying beyond hope that Master would accept my request.

"Yes you can but-"I however cut him off in my excitement after only processing the 'yes' part of his answer. "Wahoo!"I yelped as I rolled out from underneath the bed to jump around excitedly while still wrapped up in my blanket cocoon; considering that the floor was tiled this was a mistake since my feet got caught in the blanket causing me to slip and nearly bust my skull open, if not for Master catching me in reflex.

Master looked very confused for some odd reason (probably from the sudden mood swing) before that expression quickly done a dissappearing act and was instead replaced with a very stern one as he pointed a claw at me "BUT they come off as soon as we get back.-" Who fucking cares!? I get to wear clothes again! No matter how brief at least it would be great while it lasted "-I still don't trust you enough to not make a break for it after you are fed. Especially since tomorrow you will be doing all the paperwork -including the contract- and other preparations you and Runt have to do all in a single day. Since -depending on what the doctors say- you should start on the journey very same day."

Immediately my excitement bubble was popped as if stabbed with a needle and my mouth hung open in shock. "But-?"

But Master was quick to interupt me as his temper once again found it's way into his voice"You can't stay cooped in this hospital forever. This journey will happen whether you want it to or not." I was no longer looking at Master though and chose instead to stare at the table besides the bed where Zil's parting gift lay. Was a compass, probably the first of its kind with both a message and a story behind it.

The story is short enough that I won't feel too bad for sharing it right here. See back home Zil and I used to go camping whenever we could get a few days to ourselves. Most of you people most likely find an activity like that mind numbingly boring while others are probably going 'you and about a million other main characters'. Well to those people I say "drop this little journal of mine down and go get bent" because Zil and I didn't JUST go camping.

We were treasure hunters.

...Well to put it more accurately we were junk collectors but treasure hunters sounds more fun and cool sounding title. You would be so surprised how much amazing stuff we found just lying around both above and below ground (metal detectors and shovels are obviously items in our equipment).

I know what you're thinking: "Who on earth uses their vacation time to basically do the job they do for a paycheck but instead of money the only reward is 'fun' and garbage." I already said the reasoning in my previous writings: I love my job and Zil loves shiny things. You would be surprised just how much awesome shit Zil and I found since we discovered that hobby of ours!

Anyway the compass was the very first thing we found and what had brought about the hobby to existence. Found the thing on a random walk we had when we were bored off our asses one day. It was broken of course. Or at least that's what we thought at the time because the needle was spinning like a helicopter propeller. Turned out that the area we found it in was one of those places that had a strong magnetic field cause the compass immediately began working perfectly as soon we got far enough away. Zil and I thought that this was so freaking awesome at time!

Later one of us had a thought "I wonder if we can find more cool stuff like this if we look hard enough?" Everyone -including me- was expecting for us to drop the ridiculous hobby like all fickle kids do when a new shiny toy gets dirty. Instead Zil and I kept getting lost in our own little world; a world that usually comes to an abrupt temporary end when we are eventually rescued by the search party sent out by one very worried and very angry Dad.

Funnily enough the compass did break from wear-and-tear eventually. But it's still the most precious of our many possessions; we just never got around to fixing it cause we always kept it with our gear for safe keeping and each discovery that it was broken would slip our minds every time we returned home.

Well at least it was broke until Zil took it somewhere to get it repaired right before he left. I didn't even know Zil brought it with us so I was actually very surprised to see it AND the fact that it was fashioned into a charm on the necklace that was also bought custom made to fit around my neck comfortably. It's too awkward to wear while I sleep though which is why it's on the table. The message engraved on the back is easy to grasp the meaning of:

Key to secret Easter egg at World's End. Beat SM 1st.

With lots of love,

~Zil

The ass had the nerve to turn our shitty role in life into the main plot of bad video game. Sad part the message was so him that it was a sock to the gut and feels every time I read it. SM by the way is Story Mode like any competent gamer would know. Oh and two guesses what he means when he refers to World's End...well that's not technically a fair question since there are two possible locations for that answer: Home and the area that holds the majority of our dig sites that I was talking about a few seconds ago.

Wow that story turned out longer then I thought it was going to be.

Anyway now back to reality.

Knowing where my eyes were Master brought my attention back to him by placing a hand on my shoulder with a sigh. The annoyance in his face almost masked the...wait...was that actual pity and sympathy in his eye or was he just that great of an actor? "It was Zil's wish for you to go on this trip with Runt knowing full well of the consequences. I've already said it a thousand times but it looks like I'm going to have to again: You are not betraying Zil if you are doing what he wishes.

My reply sounded so pathetically sad that I still wince every time I think about it afterward "I know. That's not what gets me."

"What is it then?" Darkrai appearing all sorts of confuzzled.

"I'm just afraid we will grow into two very different people that will hate each other during the separation" Once the boy's true fear came into light he then began to start panicking a little until Darkrai's roar of laughter quickly put that on ice. "What's so funny."

Took a few moments for the boy's master to calm down enough to talk "Boy you're both WAY to stubborn to change all that much in the single year that it takes to prepare for the Pokémon league. Besides if you two did by some fluke grow even a tiny bit apart then it would have happened regardless of any factor you can think of. What are you even going on about anyway?!" Darkrai was still laughing as the boy's face starting to redden with embarrassment.

"Truthfully I have no idea. In fact for a while there I was starting to sound like an angsty after school special. We've been talking so seriously for so long that I was bound to say something stupid eventually.... Why didn't you snap me out of it!" Now the boy seemed to be extremely upset since his little fist began bang ineffectively through Darkrai's chest.

"Because what you were saying was so freaking ridiculous that it too hilarious to stop!" roared Darkrai who couldn't seem to stop laughing long enough to gasp out more than one word at a time. After a few moments the boy's fury calmed down enough to the point to see the humor and began laughing as well. About 30 seconds into his fit, the boy's stomach let out a roar as if the laughter woke up a sleeping beast: which only seemed to tickle Darkrai even further.

Several minutes passed before both Pokémon and human calmed back down to neutrality but still very hearty spirits...that is until a thought occurred to them at the same time.

"Did we just-" said the boy

"have a pleasant bonding experience?" said the 'mon

Then the boy looked thoughtful before he spoke out loud "Didn't we have a actual conversation just mere minutes ago that didn't invoke pain, fear, and tempers?"

"..."

"..."

Darkrai snapped his fingers and one of his signature portals appeared on the ceiling. Immediately a clear plastic bag fell from the hole onto the bed; the bag seemed to contain what was obviously the boy's clothes. Immedialty Darkrai began barking in that 'I want no bullshit' way of his "Get dressed and afterwards we never a tell a soul what transpired. Wait scratch that. New plan is we both forget this moment ever happened. This is an order and not a request."

"That is actually the first order I ever wanted to happily follow!" replied the boy quickly tearing into the bag like a young child would a present on Christmas morning and then proceeded to fly into the clothes so fast it seemed like the fabric would likely rip before he was finished putting them on. Meanwhile a look of absolute bliss enraptured Darkrai's face when the phone in his cloak pocket started to ring: a signal that his attention was needed elsewhere.

Despite the boy's and 'mon's reactions however: both said individuals were hiding inward smiles and seemed to have a bounce in their individual steps when they finally left the room.

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"Runt's presence is needed." the deep, authoritative boom of a voice echoed from camp all the way into the clearing that was a mile or two away. It was in this clearing that Runt had been playing puppy games with his brothers and sisters. A quick glance around Runt told him that his siblings had comically frozen in the positions they were in before the shout had disturbed their play: their body language was that of absolute terror as they stared wide-eyed at Runt with a look of pity so intense that it made him wince.

Runt was aware of the smirk forming on his muzzle as he said "Alpha not that scary."

One of Runt's brothers -Covu was his name- unfroze to flash a look of what appeared to be contempt and a hint of jealousy at Runt before turning around hiking up his tail and muzzle in a uncaring manner, spitting at Runt over his shoulder as he began prancing away "Maybe not to the Alpha's cock sleeve"

Runt at first was shocked stunned that his own brother would insult him in such a way. When Runt finally snapped out of it, he could only manage a growl and get half-way into the position for a lunge; fully prepared to dish out the maximum amount of damage possible without killing his brother. But before could:

"IS RUNT DISOBEYING A ORDER?! IF RUNT DOESN'T GET HIS ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, RUNT IS IN FOR A WORLD OF PAIN!"

Runt leapt up into the air with a terrified yip as the Alpha howled with so much fury and venom Runt could have swore he felt the actual heat radiating off each word. Before even one toe touched the ground Runt was already bolting towards the rough, gravely voice's direction, responding with a higher-pitched howl "COMING!"

Runt had experienced this dream many times before. Even before he had met Elliot and his pack was still alive, well... at least this next part of it anyway. Despite knowing what was coming in the back of his mind; that knowledge never dulled the sharp points or the harsh stares and whispers that drilled holes seemingly everywhere. Never repeating the same voice or material in the next dream. Always finding new ways to cut into Runt.

"What makes him so special" whispered what sounded like a pup's voice

"Should just die" whispered another

"Poor thing will never find a mate" whispered another voice with a sigh of almost pity.

"Pack will die off Runt is allowed to succeed" muttered a male's voice ripe with age

"Whore" growled a voice of unknown gender under it's breath

"Alpha's are not allowed to pick favorites so why-?" this statement was cut off by much more louder voice.

"Disgusting pieces of shit" a harsh voice spat

All because the well meaning but still very harsh at times Alpha had taken a liking to him...well that and Runt gleamed enjoyment out of occasionally sleeping with the 'terrible tyrant' that was his father.

Yup wincest at it's finest.

Wasn't like Runt or the Alpha tricked or seduced the other party member into the act either. Quite the contrary, their close knit relationship had started completely by accident and totally un-expectantly. In order understand the bigger picture you have learn a bit of history.

First of all Runt's mother had to spend a lot of time and effort just trying to convince the Alpha not to drown the freshly born pup in a close by river in order to put the tiny, dainty thing out of its misery. Surprisingly, after seeing just how adamant his mate was about the issue the Alpha reluctantly agreed if only to take a break from the issue.

From then on the Alpha tried his damndest to 'accidently' kill what he saw as the weakest link. From separating the naked pup from the protection of his mother's warmth on chilly nights to intentionally trying to step on in when it was in his path. This wasn't all the creative methods the Alpha concocted either, just some of the most common ones. Yet despite even the very best attempts of the Alpha : Runt continued to find a way to live throughout every single attempt despite the odds stacked against him. Apparently having the gift of survivability or some type of invisible guardian watching over him.

It was during Runt's fourth night of life that changed everything.

After just finishing failing yet another attempt at the pup's life and having to hear yet another earful from his mate: the Alpha had began his routinely nap during the pup's feeding. The Alpha's hope was that this would soothe his fuming and stop him from doing something he would later regret. Runt's mother was busy attending the other pups to make sure they were well fed and hadn't noticed when the smallest of the litter had wandered blindly into the sleeping quarters of the den... well almost blindly since judging by the almost inaudible sniff sniffs: the runt of the litter's sensitive nose was leading the pup to the scent that piqued it's interest.

It was after an incredibly erotic dream that the Alpha woke up to discover the sensation of what he was feeling in the dream was still happening. The Alpha assumed the mouth salivating on his equipment was his mate coming to patch things up. So the Houndoom decided to fake sleep and wait to thank her once the treatment met it's blissful end. And boy the Alpha sure was glad of his decision since his mate appeared to on a roll! Never had she went so long without accidently nicking his private bits with her teeth and fangs so it was the best oral that he'd ever had! Considering the amazing stimulation and the wet dream it was very understandable why the virile pack leader didn't last any longer then barely two minutes.

After completion the Alpha lifted up a leg to give the best thank you he'd ever given someone. But all his eyes shown him was the smallest pup licking the fluid that gave it life almost sixty-seven days ago give or take with the same gusto that all pups drink their mother's milk. Frozen the Alpha eventually got over the shock and began to feel a swirl of emotions that made him want to howl with pain as they threatened to fracture his very mind and soul: guilt, sadness, self-loathing, love, and arousal.

Lots and lots and LOTS of arousal.

Yet rage- the alpha's most constant companion- was missing from the equation.

Emotions that -while strange at the time- made sense with some pondering. Meanwhile the little one belched and then snuggled up against the Alpha's belly for a nap of his own. While gazing at his sleeping child the Alpha then made a vow to do his very best to love, cherish, and prepare what he hoped...no knew was his next successor after this Alpha joined with the Forever Hunt. With a smirk and a metaphorical cross of the fingers the Alpha thought "and if the pup wants to use that sweet godly mouth of his on cock again, don't think will complain."

From then on the Alpha kept his word. Surprising the whole pack with the flip-flop in the attitude from outright hate to an hovering over protective hen almost overnight...to a slight degree anyway.

Sure the Alpha dearly loved the pup enough to always want him around within paws reach (even while the pack lay down to sleep for the day) that still didn't mean he coddled or held the boy's paw. Quite the opposite in fact since the Houndoom seemed to apply an almost a mountain's worth of pressure on his son to meet ridiculous expectations that seemed to transcend the sky. Poor Runt had such a heavy load that he almost died several times throughout his life due to being overworked; yet he was still smiling and always staring at his father with adoration and love.

Funnily enough; the Alpha even got his other wish granted since the pup had never stopped seeking him out when he wanted a 'snack'. Which coincidentally was usually around the same time it happened on that bizarre day and even on odd occasions when the Alpha was feeling randy and his mate wasn't. Runt's skills even increased instead of declined as he got older thanks to practice. This however went on in secret from everyone but Runt, the Alpha, and the Alpha's mate (who encouraged the interaction as long as it was always mutual and never forced). Except everyone in the pack already knew about the father's and son's little get-togethers and was just pretending not to know about them. No one cared that much about father and son doing the deed since Runt seemed to mellow out the Alpha to a much needed tiny degree. Everyone thought it was just a fling that they would both grow tired of eventually.

Except they never did. In fact age only seemed to increase the frequency and branching out to other forms of maleXmale fornication. Which understandably caused jealousy to everyone in the pack besides the only 3 Pokémon that was supposed to be in the know, who still seemed very happy with the arrangement.

Which was why (unbeknownst to Runt) Runt was always simultaneously on the good and bad sides of the rest of his pack members. Seemed with each passing day people forgot more and more how hard Runt had it every day and how much of a benefit Runt's and his father's relationship was to them; since all they could seem to see was a brat who got way more attention then he should. Which of course was leading to more and more venom and hate to be directed towards Runt.

Speaking of, let's get back on track shall we?

This part of the dream was always the most cruel to Runt since the whispers and insults wouldn't let him pass into the next scene no matter how fast or far he seemly ran until a steady stream of tears was trickling out of Runt's closed eyes. Once the tormentors were satisfied, Runt would slam and bounce head over heels off the huge wall of fur.

"Runt? what in the name of-" began Runt's father with a warnings of angry growl bubbling in his throat that immediately died when he saw Runt facing away, shivering and mumbling gibberish nonsense while sobbing into his paws. With only a brief pause the Alpha continued with a sharp pang of worry in his tone "-the Maker is wrong with Runt?"

Runt whispered something incoherent under his breath that even a Houndoom's sensitive hearing couldn't pick it up.

Now becoming annoyed again: the Houndoom grit his teeth to avoid lashing out as he ordered softly "Speak up pup!"

With a yip Runt almost howled "They know!"

"What are you-"the Alpha began but Runt quickly continued "Whole pack knows about us! What we do in secret."

The Alpha's muzzle dropped in an almost comical O shape; thus expressing just how much the normally stern, blank faced Houndoom was surprised by the news. " How?! We've always been extremely careful! Alpha didn't blab. Did-" The Houndoom wasn't even close to finishing his accusation when Runt whipped around and answered with an expression and tone that was so absolutely horrified and extremely hurt that the Alpha visually winced.

"No!"

With a reaction like that the Alpha had no choice but to believe Runt.

The Alpha sighed before surprising Runt with a chuckle. " Thought the pack was beyond caring about such gossipy drama. So much for privacy"

Stunned, Runt's tears immediately flowed to a stop as he took a few steps closer to his father "Pa is not scared of losing title of Alpha or of what they think of him? What if they run us out of the pack or even kill us!?"

"Nope. The only thing that bugs Alpha is that Runt thinks he can get away with interrupting me not once but twice." The Alpha growled aiming a fierce glare at the pup as he stomped the rest of the distance separating him from the now fearful Houndour. About a paw step away the Alpha couldn't hold his composure anymore as the hard expression on his muzzle softened into the smallest of smiles as he playfully nipped at the top of Runt's ear that Runt responded to with an almost adorable like puppy-like yip. "There, fury quenched." the alpha said with another out of character boyish chuckle as he positioned himself so that Runt was now in between his legs before plopping without care on top of the pup's body; pinning everything underneath of him except Runt's head as his victim "omfed" underneath of him.

"C-can't breath!" Runt complained, trying his best to flail his immobile limbs and escape the Alpha's clutches as well as away from the tongue now cleaning the evidence of tears and snot clinging on the pup's fur.

The Houndoom took a moment to click his tongue before matter-of-factly saying in between licks and slurps "Liar. If Runt couldn't breathe then Runt couldn't speak."

"Pa stooop that tickles!" the pup began to giggle and squirm just a bit harder

"Runt will live, now hold still." The Alpha continued with his administrations until his son's was all clean. "There all done." said the Alpha with a quick nuzzle yet he didn't yet make a single movement to get off the pinned pup, appearing content where he was.

"Are you not going to punish me for crying?" Runt almost whispered, his dread was audible in his soft whimpers.

The Alpha took time to sigh before answering "Possible heavy repercussions of this news have enough merit that Alpha cannot punish Runt without feeling violently ill"

"Oh" was Runt's nonplussed reply but Alpha could feel Runt's sign of happiness and relief rubbing weakly against the middle of his belly. All was silent for the brief moment before Runt asked:

"So why isn't Pa worried? Forgive Runt for asking but can't shake the feeling that this is supposed to be really bad news. Explanation wanted to make Runt feel better."

The Alpha cackled at his son's formal behavior despite being told repeatedly that he was to leave titles and pack hierarchy at the door of their secret place: a cave-like den that belonged to an unknown animal or Pokémon long forgotten before this place was discovered and claimed once the Alpha vanquished the beast. Was a perfect place to have private get-togethers since it was not only both nearby and far enough from home but was also hidden enough from immediate sight to provide the utmost privacy "Let's just say we're not the first hounds to have this kind of relationship. In fact it's almost necessary since Alphas are the only ones that can mate; unless during special circumstances of course. The only reason pack is unhappy is because they think Alpha is abusing power/ Runt is whoring himself out to improve chances of becoming Alpha. In other words pack just jealous." The Alpha was silent for a moment.

"Pa still hasn't answered question."Runt growled exasperatedly.

Runt's father shrugged "Kinda did, just not fully. Was thinking how best way to explain next part." another few moments of silence before "Alpha isn't afraid cause of five reasons. First reason is the fact Alpha made peace with the fact he picks favorites ages ago even though not supposed to. Can't help it. Second. Saw this coming years ago. mentally and physically prepared for pack rebellion. Third is that Alpha simply doesn't care what pack thinks of him. Alpha is around for leading and protecting pack's well being. Not to please everyone. Fourth. Runt has proven long time ago that Runt is the pack's next predecessor so Alpha's habit of flash decision making has some value"

"Pa is so brave and smart and strong...wish Runt was just like Pa" Runt couldn't help but get a bit choked up with pride, love, and utter happiness from his father's fond words. Runt found himself nuzzling against his father's chest and face (well the parts he reach while pinned anyway) despite the behavior being labeled as only baby pups did.

Runt's father began to laugh somewhat heartily as his tail began to wag (something Runt almost never ever saw or heard) "Wishes that were true. Alpha just has had a long time to think about things. Runt will see once Runt is older. Already strong, just don't see it yet you big dumby." Runt was momentarily free from his admittedly very pleasant imprisonment for only a brief instant before a he was flipped over and held down with a paw as he was forced into near hysterics as his father nosed and licked all over his ticklish spots. " Didn't even say the fifth reason yet." the Alpha calmly said as if he wasn't doing anything remotely silly.

" ha haWhat is-?! bwhahahaa Stop! hahahaha!"

"Fifth. Alpha has already broken the biggest rule that all Alpha's must follow: Always place pack above mates no matter the circumstance" Runt's session of tickle torture abruptly ended and he was now apparently free to move around (good thing too since he almost peed all over himself).

"Runt guessing that you forgot to add 'and family' to that rule right? Hey!" Runt moved to go outside to do his business only to be dragged back inside the cave "Runt needs to pee..."

"Hold it and no, Alphas never forget. Alpha sees pack as family and Runt as one of his mates , it's as simple as that. Even if Runt doesn't see Alpha that way...just don't tell Ma"

Runt's nub of a tail flagged downward as his ears tightened against his skull and suddenly found everything but the Alpha very interesting to look at "Runt doesn't deserve-"

"Shut it!" Alpha ordered with a growl so laced with anger that Runt immediately silenced himself with a whimper.

"Don't ever finish that statement ok?"the Alpha growled now sounding much more stern then angry.

"Okay..." replied Runt with somewhat a shocked whimper, an emotion now consuming him utterly that he didn't really understand that well yet. Runt's mind would only describe the feeling as 'touched'. A solid minute passed before he scrounged up the courage to say "Can Runt go pee now?"

The Alpha chuckled, his pointed whip like tail also began to wag "Sure Alpha is pretty thirsty at the moment and that will get Alpha back into the mood for what Alpha actually called Runt for"

"NO! Da wait!" No matter how many times Runt had this dream he still kept forgetting this part until the moment it happens and by then it's always too late since his father always catches him by the scruff of the neck before he can make it a few steps out of the den.

Runt's father's sigh was muffled as was his jumbled response "Doth swe wi Runth alwaths doth tha when Runth enjwoys akt juth hath much, sometwimes mwaw" [Translation to those that can't read the Alpha's gibberish: Don't see why Runt always does that when Runt enjoys act just as much. Sometimes more]While the Alpha spoke he easily flipped Runt over on his back again. When Runt moved to make another break for it the Alpha shot him a warning, angry impatient growl "No more games. Stay still." he ordered with complete seriousness then abruptly fell on top of Runt again: but this time only leaving half of his muzzle uncovered to breathe...then apologized when heard Runt's lungs make wild grabs for the air that was stolen from them.

"Daaaaa Runt loves when Runt drinks but feels weird when roles change...like Runt is marking your insides as his. Runt shouldn't be allowed to do that."

Silence permeated throughout the small den before Runt's father burst out in a almost insane sounding cackle that was the hardest Runt had heard him ever laugh. "That is the most funniest, idiotic thing ever spoken! Runt this odd thing to be guilty 'bout considering lot of the stuff we do almost daily would be frowned upon. Both of us have LONG lost the right to feel guilty about any of it. Now shut up, relax, and live a little." With that Runt's father began to slather Runt's sheathe -already showing a hint of red and pink- with warm puffs of air, tongue, and saliva with almost rapt enthusiasm; as if encouraging the pup to empty his bladder. Which wouldn't be strange to assume since that's exactly what the Alpha was doing. Runt stiffened most of his body but primarily his pelvic muscles in an attempt to fight his father's administrations, praying that his father would instead get bored and move onto something else after allowing Runt to use the bathroom normally.

A coherent thought swam into focus in Runt's pleasure wracked mind as his short puppy-cock escaped its sheath What if I wet the bed- again!? Elly will be pissed-again! Which was quickly followed by another thought Oh wait Runt sleeping on the floor at the moment. Runt is allowed to pee there right? Runt not exactly sure whether or not Runt can nor is Runt sure he hadn't snuck on Elly's bed when boy fell asleep like Runt usually does. Runt groaned, panted, moaned, whimpered, and yipped suddenly feeling warmth as if someone had set his head and groin aflame. The heat and pleasure making Runt more and more dizzy.

" Release" The Alpha almost hissed, oddly the tone made the word a request and not an order: which made the command a thousand times more difficult to disobey because the Alpha never requested anything. Alphas always received what they wanted without fail. As the last syllable of that word was uttered; four things happened near simultaneously as the fire of arousal, lust, and pleasure began to spread to every nook and cranny of Runt's body :

1. Runt felt a wet substance began to soak into his fur and skin. This substance was labeled unknown until the strong smell alerted Runt that the Alpha's manhood (8 x 2 if you care for such things) currently at half-mast was releasing a steady stream of urine.

2. All of Runt's muscles except the one between his legs relaxed simultaneously.

3. What was left of a pleasure soaked brain briefly thought "Fuck it. Runt doesn't care"

4. Runt finally let go.

Runt's father would have howled with triumph if not for his muzzle and throat being too busy guzzling Runt's piss from the source. The Houndoom didn't stop there either. Was as if the Houndoom would die of dehydration if he didn't lap up every single drop while occasionally swishing it around in his mouth, gargled it for a few moments, before finally swallowing the golden liquid with a gulp and immediately going back for more.

The combination of the amazing sensations from a warm muzzle, his father's enthusiasm that almost crossed the borderline of extreme, his father's piss, pleasure inducing heat, and the sheer forbidden-ness of the act was too much Runt's mind to comprehend without something exploding: so Runt's brain chose the most logical choice.

As soon as Runt's urine slowed down to a dribble (something that seemed disappoint the Houndoom still pinning Runt) Runt's balls immediately imploded , releasing his first ever wet orgasm.

"Huh...well there's something don't see every day. Not talking about Runt being a hair trigger since that normal. Talking about Runt taking the first step towards manhood. Congratz son!" If Runt wasn't in outer space at the moment he would have heard the prideful tone in his father's voice which probably would have sent him into the next solar system.

That is until the worst possible thing that could happen to Runt at this moment happened during the time he was coming down from his orgasm.

Runt blinked awake.

"Not again..." Maybe one day the force of the scene would lose enough of its impact to not wake Runt up so he can experience his other first; but until then Runt counted his blessings. Why? Well the day (well actually night since the whole nocturnal thing) in Runt's dream was an actual memory that Runt both cherished and hated.

This was the day where the pack finally snapped and demanded either change or Runt's and his father's head.

This was the day that Runt got to see the fullest extent of his father's love and his father's cruelty

This was the day that Runt had re-lived over and over again in his dreams ever since it ended.

This day was the day that Runt's perfect world shattered into a million tiny pieces.

This was the day that Zillian chose to strike

This was the day that set Runt on the path that he was walking on now

For now Runt was forced to shove the dream and the pondering of its meaning into the back of his mind since there were more pressing matters concerns to deal with: two problems to be exact. The first issue was that Runt (and the floor) was absolutely covered in piss and puppy cum...again. The second was the fact even though Runt had just came: Runt STILL had the most painful boner torturing him at the moment.

Runt shivered from more than just the sudden chill that swept over him before groggily looking around his surroundings -as if the solution to his problems was right underneath his muzzle- until his gaze landed and rested on the ledge leading up onto the bed where Elliot lay sleeping.

A dangerous idea came to Runt in the next heartbeat.

"Bad idea...Runt can't..." one glance at his prepubescent engorged member and the building pressure coming from his ping-pong like balls told him that he was close enough to another orgasm that sleep just wouldn't be possible. The fact the room reeked with piss and musk didn't exactly increase those odds either. Runt sighed No other choice. Elly will understand? Runt stubby little tail began to wag as a grin began to spread on his face Yeah of course he will! Maybe we'll start playing together like Pa and Runt used to!" This last part had Runt positively beaming. Even got Runt so excited that he began chasing his own tail...until the realization of what he was doing dawned on him with so much force that it knocked the wind out of him What the fuck is Runt doing? Da would have Runt's hide if saw Runt acting this childish. The Houndour tried to abruptly stop but his paws made the ridiculous screw-up of slipping on his own mess puddle still drying painfully slow on the floor. Thanks to Runt's build up momentum: the pup spun all the way into the adjacent wall of the busy hallway.

Ignoring the startled and disgusted comments of some rank smell or another: Runt got up on shaking limbs and tried uselessly to walk in a straight line. That...never happened. Just gonna take a bath in that big fountain outside...maybe Runt will be able to blue ball his way through the night afterward.

30 minutes later; a clean Runt found himself sitting on the floor glaring up at the ledge of the bed ,a gap that was both a short jump and a mountain. The bath had cleansed Runt of the filth caked into his fur and even calmed Runt's raging libido...for the ten minute walk that it took to get back into Elly's room where his nose once again took in the maddening scents that caused his libido to go on a temper-tantrum like rampage. Thanks to the adrenaline coursing through his veins Runt knew there was no going to sleep until some form of satisfaction was achieved.

Wants to be good pup... but situations keep making it impossible! Runt swears something is conspiring against him... Runt took a moment to deeply sigh with defeat before padding silently towards the only chair in the room. Once to his target: Runt took it's leg into his mouth then began dragging it towards the door. The ruckus the damn thing made on the journey was just an annoyance then a problem. Runt wasn't afraid of waking up Elly since the stuff the doctors kept feeding and injecting into him made the normally heavy sleeper into someone that was near comatose. The whole building could have caught fire and Elliot wouldn't even budge. This of course was a very good reason why Runt was even attempting this ridiculously foolish scheme.

Eventually the Houndour pup made it to the door that shut quickly with a nudge of his paw before leaping on chair whose positioning allowed Runt to stretch out his neck and use mouth to engage the lock. Once that was all done, just to be safe Runt decided to move the chair against the door as a type insurance of sorts. Runt took a moment to admire his handiwork before nodding and turning back to face his prey.

With a predatory gleam in his eye and a growl Runt stalked towards the bed "Alone at last..."

The lump under the covers shifted with an near inaudible groan which consequently caused the 'predator' to yelp and dive underneath the bed. Eventually Runt poked his head from his hiding place to check if Elliot was still sleeping peacefully.

Elliot might as well been a corpse.

Runt chuckled at his own foolishness as he leapt on top of the bed and parted the covers enough so he can worm his way underneath; immediately Runt's nose was assaulted with the scent of a mixture of BO that was very pleasing to both Runt's sensitive sniffer and palate: sweat, musk, and wait...was that arousal? These scents were so strong that they might as well been physical blows. A little investigating led Runt to the reason why the smells were so strong.

"Elly having good dream apparently" Runt giggled to himself as began to nuzzle the boy's dripping tool. As if to respond the boy moaned somewhat loudly into his pillow. "Looks like Runt isn't the only one whose been neglecting his body. Don't worry Runt will take very good care-"

The moment Runt's nose prodded against the space between boy's balls and ass for a sniff: Elliot's body went stiff as a board as both he and Runt suddenly became airborne like cartoon characters. During the very same moment Elliot began shrieking loudly: "AHH that's too bloody cold!"

Apparently the boy wasn't as heavy sleeper as Runt thought...well that or just had a extremely sensitive sense of touch. Reasoning didn't matter since what was done couldn't be undone. What did matter was the fact that the boy and canine were only airborne for only the briefest moments before gravity kicked in; what would have been a tiny bounce grew into something more thanks to the boy's panic of escaping whatever vile cold thing that was near his manhood. With only one way to go Elliot went the only logical route off the bed that wasn't blocked off by any walls and the unknown evil thing lying at the bottom of the mattress: Elliot decided to roll sideways off the bed and catch himself at the last moment with his feet. A simple maneuver any human has probably attempted many times in their life.

Two things Elliot didn't count on however: the puddle of various doggy liquids right where Elliot placed his feet AND just how much his body was wrapped up in that snuggly blanket. End result being it wasn't possible for Elliot to have enough mobility or balance to right himself enough not to drag he and Runt (who was currently frozen in shock and terror with the misfortune of being just as wrapped up in the blankets as Elliot) crashing face first into the floor in what was by now a foul smelling puddle.

Took a few moments for the sleep and drug induced haze to clear enough for Elliot's mind to comprehend all the stimulates slamming into his brain all at once and just a bit longer to put all the necessary pieces together to complete the puzzle of what exactly was going on. Eventually the inevitable happened and the whole entire hospital and even quite possibly more than just a few passerby's outside the hospital heard the resulting scream of disgust ,horror, and rage.

For Runt everything passed by in a blur: one second he was whimpering underneath the covers pissing all over himself again thanks to the wave of terror and submissiveness overwhelming his body. The next Runt was sailing through the hallway (with the very bottom half of his body in unthinkable pain) until at that precise moment the elevator in the canine's flight path opened which meant Runt consequently slammed into the most unlucky nurse of that hospital.

On the bright side neither felt a thing.

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