Lila's face turned red with embarrassment as she covered her eyes. The wet spot under her skirt was impossible to ignore. The soaked fabric clung to her thighs, making her heart race with shame. Ryn and Meowscarada could see her vulnerability. She peeked through her fingers at Ryn kneeling nearby.
Ryn sensed Lila's embarrassment and softened his expression. "Hey, it's okay," he said gently, his voice calm and reassuring. "You were just startled. Lots of people react the same way in situations like this. No need to feel embarrassed."
Lila, still shy, nodded slightly. She clutched her arms around her skirt, trying to cover the wet spot.
Ryn glanced at Machoke, still knocked out against the tree. He decided to shift the moment toward something positive. Reaching for his belt, he selected a Poké Ball. "Let's start over. I want to help you."
With a quick motion, he recalled Scyther back into its Poké Ball. Then, with a smooth toss, he called, "Mewtwo, your turn!"
Mewtwo appeared, floating gracefully above the ground. Lila's eyes widened, amazed. Another Pokémon she had never seen appeared before her.
"Mewtwo, use Recover on Machoke," Ryn instructed.
Mewtwo glided near Machoke and casted a Recovery skill. A soft glow enveloped him, healing the bruises from mewwoscrda punch and marks from the tree. Machoke's eyes opened, looking around in confusion.
Lila, astonished as Machoke was healed, she stood up and hurried to it. "Are you okay, Machoke?" she asked in concern.
Machoke flexed its arms, standing tall, fully restored. It let out a confident "Machoke!" like it was trying to say, * I'm fully healed, don't worry! *
Suddenly, Lila froze. A voice echoed in her mind: * I'm fine, Lila. * She blinked, confused, wondering how Machoke could talk.
Ryn smiled. "That's Mewtwo's ability. It used its psychic power to translate what Machoke was saying directly to you."
Lila's gaze shifted to the unique gray Pokémon hovering nearby. Awe sparkled in her eyes.
Ryn stepped closer, still smiling. "Mewtwo's special. It can do more than heal. How about I help you communicate with your Pokémon? Mewtwo can translate what Machoke wants to say."
Lila blinked, her mind racing with curiosity. She could finally know what Machoke felt about her.
Seeing Lila lost in thought, Ryn prompted, "How about you ask him something?"
Lila hesitated, then looked at Machoke. The Pokémon stood tall, gazing at her with a warm, familiar shine in its eyes.
"Machoke," Lila started, repeating her question, "are you alright?"
Machoke's "Machoke!" rang out, * I'm fine, Lila! Strong as ever! *
Lila exhaled sharply, her hand flying to her mouth. The words weren't spoken aloud but felt clear in her head. She looked at Mewtwo, then back at Machoke. Her confusion melted into amazement. "I, I heard him! He said he's alright!"
Ryn said, "See? Now ask him something deeper. Something you've always wondered about."
Lila's heart raced. She had Machoke since it was a Machop, her first Pokémon. They'd been inseparable since then, until she joined Pokémon Tech Academy. The academy's focus on strategy and battling had changed things.
She'd started keeping Machoke in its Poké Ball more, spending less time with him, focused on exams and homework instead of enjoying life together. She only called him out for battles or training. Now, with Mewtwo's help, she could finally understand what Machoke felt about that.
"Machoke," she said softly, her voice trembling, "how do you feel about me? Am I a good Trainer? And when you're in your Poké Ball, do you like it there?"
Machoke's happy expression softened. It looked down, rubbing its arm, seeming hesitant. Ryn spoke up gently, "No need to hold back, Machoke. This might be your only chance to talk to Lila like this where she can understand you. Be free to express your feelings."
Machoke nodded and began, "Machoke, Machoke, Macho…" Mewtwo's voice relayed its thoughts: * The Poké Ball is quiet. Safe, but lonely. I wait there, wondering when you'll call me out. *
* Sometimes, I miss the days when we were always together, * Machoke continued. * Running through the park, sharing snacks, laughing. I was just a Machop back then. *
Lila's chest tightened. She remembered those days, chasing Machop through her backyard. She'd giggled as it flexed its tiny muscles to impress her. Tears pricked her eyes as Machoke went on.
* When I evolved into Machoke, I was so proud. I wanted to show you how strong I'd become, to protect you always. But at the academy, you started leaving me in the Poké Ball more. *
* I know you're busy, learning to be a great Trainer. I'm not mad, Lila. I just miss you dearly. I long to feel like your partner again, like we were before. *
Lila's tears spilled over, her hands trembling. She'd thought the Poké Ball was convenient. It was a way to keep Machoke close while she focused on her studies. She hadn't realized it felt like abandonment to him.
"I didn't know," she sobbed. "I thought you were okay in there. I thought I was doing the right thing."
Machoke stepped closer. Its large hand gently rested on her shoulder. * You don't need to worry, Lila. I'll follow you anywhere, Poké Ball or not. You're my Trainer, my friend. I just want to be by your side again, like always. *
Lila broke down, throwing her arms around Machoke's broad chest. "I'm so sorry," she cried, her voice muffled against its warm skin. "I was treating you like a tool, not my partner. You've been with me forever, and I, I let you down."
"I promise, I'll do better," she added. "You won't be stuck in that Poké Ball anymore."
Machoke hugged her back, careful not to squeeze too hard. * I know you didn't mean it. You were learning, growing. I believe in you, Lila. *
Lila nodded, wiping her tears. She looked at Machoke's kind eyes. A surge of love and guilt washed over her. "I will," she vowed. "I'll take you everywhere with me. We'll train together, eat together, everything. Like before."
Ryn watched quietly, a warmth of pride in his chest. He'd helped a Trainer realize the depth of her Pokémon's feelings, that Pokémon were more than tools for battle.
Meowscarada sat nearby, purring softly. Her earlier frustration faded as Mewtwo translated Machoke's thoughts to both Ryn and her. * I'm grateful that my Trainer is Ryn, * she thought, * a Trainer who understands me and doesn't just keep me in a Poké Ball. *
Lila turned to Ryn, her eyes red but tears halted, her face brimming with determination. "You were right," she said. "Pokémon Tech teaches us moves and tactics, but not this. Not how to really understand our Pokémon."
"I've been so focused on the academy," she added, "I forgot what Machoke needed most."
Ryn nodded. "It's easy to get caught up. Pokémon are our partners, not just tools to fight. When you love them, listen to them, they'll give you everything they've got. They'll grow stronger and happier."
"How about starting with the first step to see if Machoke likes it?" Ryn suggested.
Ryn, who was previously interrupted, dropped his pants. His hard cock sprang free, throbbing with need.
Meowscarada knelt before him, her confidence radiating. She pressed her soft breasts together, enveloping his cock in their warmth.
Meowscarada's ample breasts gripped his cock, creating a tight, slick channel as she slid them up and down. The friction sent shivers through Ryn's body. * This feels incredible, as always, * he thought, his pleasure mounting.
Her movements were fluid. Each rise and fall teased his sensitive skin. The heat of her body amplified his arousal. Ryn placed his hands gently on the sides of Meowscarada's head for grip.
Then Meowscarada leaned forward. Her tongue slipped out to tease the tip of Ryn's cock. It flicked across its tip, tracing slow, teasing in circles around the sensitive edge. A low groan escaped Ryn's lips.
Droplets of arousal glistened. She savored them eagerly, her lips brushing the tip in soft, wet kisses. His cock twitched in response. She shifted between licking and sucking lightly. Her tongue swirled with each motion, sending jolts of pleasure through him. * She knows exactly what I need, * Ryn thought, lost in the sensation.
Lila and Machoke stood nearby, frozen. Their faces flushed with embarrassment at the bold display. Lila's eyes widened, her cheeks burning. "W-What are you…?" she stammered, her voice trailing off. She couldn't look away from Meowscarada's sensual movements.
Machoke, equally flustered, shifted uncomfortably. As he watched Ryn and Meowscarada, his own cock began to swell. It grew impressively large, slightly smaller than Ryn's 25 cm at 20 cm. Thick and veined, it throbbed as it stood erect. * This is, intense, * Machoke thought, caught off guard by his own reaction, his hand quickly moving to his shorts.
Ryn caught their reactions and grinned slightly. He stayed focused on Meowscarada, whose breasts pressed tighter against his cock. The pleasure intensified with each movement.
"Mew~," Meowscarada moaned, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She worked him with firmer squeezes, her tongue flicking faster, her movements growing bolder.
The fog cloaked them, but Lila and Machoke's presence only heightened the thrill for Ryn. He knew they were witnessing the depth of his bond with Meowscarada.