Doing It Again

-CHAPTER 1 -

"MAXIMILLIAN CHARMELEON, get your fanny over here!" Kyle half shouted/half scolded from across the living room. Max, the Charmeleon in question, jumped in his seat.

"Aagh! Y-yes Sir?"

Kyle goose-stomped over, took him by the forearm, and dragged the fire Pokemon with him.

"When I say come, you COME."

Max shook in his place as Kyle took hold of his arm leading him to a pile of ashes on the floor, a scrap of paper indicating the pile was once a book.

"Now... Was this YOUR doing?"

Max shrank back a little at the undeniable proof.

"I... I-It was an accident I swear!"

Kyle stood resolute in his anger.

"An accident that's happened seven times over? Have you even TRIED being careful with your tail?"

Max shrugged a little and shyly looked at his tail, then down at his feet. "Well... When ya put it that way..."

Kyle sighed angrily and took Max's forearm once again.

"You're getting it good this time mister."

At hearing these words Max recoiled harshly, stiffening in fear. He knew what "It" meant and it wasn't something he enjoyed very much.

Well... He did kinda get off on it, but not to the point where he really liked it that much... Maybe.

-FLASHBACK-

Max held that same brush to Kyle, shyly blushing as his erection throbbed in it's place.

"...spank me again?"

Kyle, taken aback a bit, stood there in a shocked state. "Uh... I uhm..." Max held it up to him and added a cutesy smile to the mix to aid his plea. Kyle, gaining his mental capacity back, sighed and took the brush putting it in his cupboard. Then he promptly turned and left his bathroom. "No Max, I won't."

Max, obviously disappointed, followed Kyle and persisted in his question. "Wh...why not? It seemed like you kinda liked doing it..."

Kyle stopped in his tracks at that statement and bent down to eye level with Max, a serious yet warm expression greeting him.

"Maxy... I didn't enjoy doing that... (Well... Technically he did but... Ah nvm.) In fact just the opposite... It hurt me to do that... I did it because I was really angry and... well to be honest you really did need it... But other than that I..."

Kyle put his head to the teenage Charmeleon's and sighed again.

"I'm sorry man... Can we put that whole spanking business behind us?"

Max smiled a little and nodded, hugging his trainer softly.

"Okay, I'll do that... Love ya Kyle... master..."

Kyle smiled back and hugged a bit tighter, feeling the familiar pang of guilt and the heart warming/breaking weight of that scenario.

"Love ya too Max... Just promise me I'll never have to do that again... Okay?" Max nodded, also remembering that event, his current erection making his memories more... Biased. He smirked at his trainer jokingly.

"Hey... I'm not THAT much of an ass, am I?"

-NEXT WEEK-

Kyle slammed the door behind him, the remainder of his half beaten team hobbling through the door, Max being the only one in perfect shape. Kyle stood arms crossed, sorely bent out of shape at him.

"Well, thanks for ABANDONING us in the middle of that horde battle, that really helped us." Max pouted, arms also crossed and looking the other way.

"Hey, you said they were above my level and that I couldn't help. So I was happy to do so!" Kyle, not getting any calmer, paced around the room.

"Yes but they were JUMPLUFFS. GRASS types, and you're a dAMN FIRE TYPE!" Max turned around, arms still crossed and expression still miffed, stood there defiantly sneering at his trainer.

"Well maybe you shouldn't put your best matchup asset aside just because of my LEVEL!" After his last word, Max stuck his tongue out at his trainer in an immature, a juvenile attempt at an insult.

Kyle, not even fazed, squinted at Max, mulling over a thought for a minute, before he decided to act on it.

"That's IT! You just earned it again."

Kyle grabbed Max's forearm and dragged him along to his bedroom once again, Ty giving him a mild 'Are you serious...' Laser beam stare. Max, reminded of what happened last time, suddenly had the realization that he was in deep PokéSh*t now.

"W-Wait, Kyle, I didn't mean that! I was being a brat, I'm sorry!"

Max tugged on his arm to try and relinquish Kyle's grip, to no avail. He gulped hard and whined as Kyle closed the door behind him hard. Kyle, reminded of the previous session, went over how he would do things differently this time.

'Don't go overboard... Leave him with a clear and effective warning but be loving and firm at the same time. Don't get angry... Never discipline angry. Cool, calculated... Calm.' Kyle took a deep breath. 'You got this.'

Kyle brought up his desk chair to the middle of the room, and produced from behind his back, a thick, wooden bathbrush. Medium sized handle and neck, widened face, and a bit thicker at the face than at the handle. Max got a good long look at, also seeing the accompanying smaller hairbrush from last time, and he could already FEEL the nasty impact that'd have on his cheeks. And in no time, Kyle would have him bent over his lap as before (minus the ropes and gag this time around.)

"Over my lap mister."

Max didn't argue. He just obediently complied and got in the position, albeit anxiously. His legs off the ground to aid the familiar feeling of helplessness, he felt his heart almost beat out of his chest being in this position again. It wasn't long after that he felt the familiar sting of the brush against his hide.

SMACK

"Aagh!"

Kyle brought the hairbrush down on his ass once, leaving a minute impression on his creamy cheeks. Max, now having a taste of what's in store, shuddered and squirmed in child like fear.

"M-master... Kyle, can't we talk this through?!" Kyle just gripped the Fire Pokémon tighter with his left arm around his waist, wielding the brush with his other.

"No Max, we may not. And hey, you literally asked for it, so here ya go Maxy: Another round just for you."

SMACK

"A-Howw!"

Kyle brought it down once more, this time harder, with a precise and unrelenting force. Last time Kyle used his anger and unbridled emotions to let Max have it, where as this time he was calculated, yet still as firm and painful as last time if not more. Max wondered in anxious terror if he shouldn't have asked Kyle to spank him again.

'Well, let's find out... *Gulp*'

Kyle brought the brush down again.

SMACK

-9 MINUTES LATER-

"M-Master please! I'm sorry! Imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry!"

Max already was blubbering helplessly over Kyle's lap, his cream colored hiney now pinkish red. Aside from the stinging pain in his ass, he had another massive erection pressing hard into Kyle's two thighs, getting squished and rubbing his pre all over his jeans. Kyle was too immersed in getting his point across to notice however, due to his rapid fire swats from his brush.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Noticably, Kyle was almost silent during the time he was spanking, much more reserved and calm, yet still managing to make Max cry out childishly. "AAUGHOowww-hww! K-kyle please! I'm so so sorry!"

With one final SMMACKK and a loud "AAaangh! Nnhowww..." Kyle tossed the hairbrush behind him on the bed, stroking Max's ass softly, soothing it ever so slightly. Max, now panting and whining submissively, looked back at his master pleadingly.

"M-master... Kyle, I'm... I'm really sorry... C-could you please stop?"

Kyle delivered a solid spank with his open palm to Max's right cheek.

"Agh!"

Kyle continued stroking.

"Maxy, I decide your punishment, not you. Understand?" Max stifled a sniffle and nodded compliantly.

"Y-yessir... Can I at least clean off my... Erection?" Kyle looked in between his pants to see a dull white stain in between his jeans, thoroughly soaked in there.

"Dammit Max, these were bRAND NEW!" Max paled over his knee and panicked. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO, I'M SO SORRY!"

Kyle sighed and calmed himself again, clearly annoyed as he picked up the bath brush.

"Well... let's see how well you handle the bath brush, since you were so eager to be over my knee again."

Max shook vehemently in his place, awaiting his next phase of the spanking with absolute terror.

'I dunno if I can take much more of this! Hopefully this one won't be too painful...' Kyle raised it up and gave a moderate swing to Max's ass. The brush landed heavily and stolidly against it, resulting in a resounding:

KSMACK

Max felt the heavy set brush slam against his sore bottom, and let out a tormented yet breathless cry of agony, his eyes now brimming with even more tears.

'I am so dead...'

-WITHIN 7 MINUTES-

Max now lay over Kyle's lap completely broken, bawling and howling after Kyle delivered his final

KASMMACKK

leaving Max in agony and miserable submission to his master. Kyle tossed the brush over his shoulder onto the bed, and continued stroking his Charmeleon's now tomato red cheeks tenderly, smoothing and soothing the stinging as best he could.

"Alright Maxy, it's over... You can stop your blubbering now." Max however just didn't have it in him to form coherent sentences anymore and just continued sobbing his eyes out, to which Kyle took pity on greatly. He lifted Max into his arms, to which Max clung to him softly, sniffling and sobbing on his shoulder.

"I-I'm sorry... *Sniff* I'm so sorry daddy..." Kyle was a bit surprised (more like totally caught off guard) at the term "Daddy", but... Then again, he was like his father, metaphorically speaking.

"Hey... It's okay Maxy... 'Daddy' forgives you..." He felt strange calling himself that, although a good strange, one he rather liked. It made him feel... Like he was doing something right. Last time he felt totally awful after the whole ordeal, but... This felt like it should have, more emotionally satisfying. The feeling amplified as Max hugged him tighter.

"... *Sniff* ...Love you master... I'm... *Sniff* sorry for being an ass sometimes..." Kyle smiled and rubbed his back lovingly. "Hey... It comes with being a Pokémon Trainer... I'm glad to have you just the way you are."

He felt Max smile a bit. Kyle smiled too. "Even if I gotta spank the snark outta you. Still love ya." Max giggled a tad, and sniffled.

"Thank you master..." Max thought to himself, a rather interesting thought that made him excited and mortified at the same time:

'...Is this gonna be a regular thing now?'

-FLASHFORWARDS-

Max hadn't gotten spanked in a while, and he was morbidly scared about how his next one was going to go and when it was gonna be. Guess his didn't have to wait any longer to find out...

Kyle lead him into his bed room, and sat down in the armless "spanking chair" as they called it now, the bath brush and the hair brush on the table next to him. Kyle looked Max straight in the eyes as he stood him in front of him.

"Max, do you understand why you're getting this spanking?"

Max nodded solemnly. "...I didn't obey your instruction..."

Kyle arched an eyebrow, to which Max gulped hard. "...multiple times without getting better..."

Max felt very childish having to do this, humbled and humiliated, which when he thought about it makes perfect sense. He now calls Kyle "Daddy" during these, which just slipped out that one time and it stuck, he's become more submissive and obedient, and even more calm which was the intended result; but he also now fantasizes about spankings quite often because of this. Max had jerked off many times in bed because of his recollection of these scenarios. But... when it comes right down to it...

"That's right, and do you think you deserve this punishment?"

Max secretly loved being treated as a child, and to an extent being punished like this. It made him feel loved, and also got his rocks off every time he received punishment like this. Win-Win scenario. However, that doesn't mean it didn't hurt like all hell.

"...*Gulp* yea... Sorry Daddy..."

Kyle stood up and took the Charmeleon over his knee sternly yet lovingly. He sat back down with his arm hooked around Max's waist, his feet off the ground and helpless in Kyle's grip.

"Sorry ain't gonna cut it Maxy."

-AFTER SAID SESSION-

Max walked out of the bedroom, eyes puffy from crying, rubbing his hindquarters heavily. As he walked over to his room, Ty, Kyle's Typhlosion approached him.

"Hey, how bad was it?" Ty, being mostly against these said spankings, couldn't do much about it since he saw the results after and couldn't argue that they didn't work. The least he could do was make sure Max was okay. Max shrugged and sniffed.

"Not too bad... Could've been way worse, but..." He rubbed his ass some more and looked at Ty with a slight grin, signaling he's okay.

"I'm gonna be fine man, thanks for worrying about me..." Ty was about to respond with 'Are you sure?', but was interrupted by the doorbell. Max went and looked out the window nearby, and promptly gasped.

"Hey it's Kai!" Ty sat up and looked as well.

"Really? C'mon let's go!" They both ran over to the door, where Kyle was already opening the door. There stood a guy about Kyle's stature and height, looking a bit more muscular than he did, but other than that he was almost his twin. He had slightly darker blonde hair, and deeper blue eyes. Being Kyle's brother, he was also loved by Kyle's team, as demonstrated by Max going up and hugging Kai's legs promptly.

"Kai! I haven't seen you in like ever!"

Kai, surprised at the sudden hug, wobbled a little and hugged back.

"Whoah! Hey Maxy, haven't seen you in a while either! Man, you're gettin' big!" Ty came over much more chill-like and rubbed against Kai affectionately.

"Hey Kai, long time no see!" Kai rubbed behind his ears softly, and stroked his head.

"I know, it's good to see both of you guys!" Kyle, the last to come forwards, gave Kai a big ol' hug and stepped back after.

"Hey bro! Good to see ya again!"

Kai smiled widely and hugged back.

"Kyle! Bro, it's good to see ya too!"

Max and Ty stepped back, besides Kyle. Max looked at Kyle a bit worriedly, Kyle reassured him with a subdued yet warm look back. Kai noticed that Max had puffy eyes, looking like he was crying earlier.

"Hey Maxy, you okay? Something happen?" Max and Kyle spoke at the same time.

"I'm fine!"

"He's fine."

To which Kai blinked and continued, a bit fazed. "Okay, I believe you then. Well listen, I need to ask a favor... Think you guys can Pokésit for me? For about a week or so?"

Kyle shrugged and nodded. "Sure, I can totally do that. Max, Ty, you guys won't have a problem with that, right?"

Both shook their heads no, Max especially vigorously. "Yeah, we can do that! Who's the Pokémon in question?"

Kai sighed as if to say: 'Yeah, about that...' He took out a Pokéball, and held it to the ground beside him.

"Atilla, come on out!"

A shape of light burst from the ball, as it took form to the ground besides him. There now stood...

A Grovyle. Surly and with arms crossed, he glanced at Kyle, and then Max and Ty. He gave them a sharp look, exhibiting no concern about them whatsoever. Kai bent down to his level.

"Atilla, I want you to obey Kyle as you would me, okay?" Atilla nodded dutifully and bowed respectfully. Kai then turned to the other three.

"This is Atilla. He can... Be a handful sometimes... but he loves battling, and he's really good too, so there's something you guys could do."

At that, Atilla turned aside, gazing at the scenery. Kai gave Kyle a worried look and rubbed the back of his head.

"You sure it's okay Kyle?" Kyle, looking intently at the Grovyle, nodded and had a smirk plastered on his face.

"I think we'll get along great, It'll be fine Kai. Don't you worry about it." Kai, sighed again with a certain tone saying 'Okay, if you say so...', and left the Pokéball with Kyle.

"Welp, I gotta run... Got craziness to attend to... Seeya 'round guys!" They all said their farewells (minus Atilla), and everyone went back inside. As Atilla padded over to the couch, Max thought to himself as he pondered at the Grovyle.

'I wonder if he'll be good, and NOT have to go through what I do...' Max shuddered, and walked to sit squirmingly besides Kyle.

'I hope he'll behave himself...'

(Spoiler alert: He doesn't. Not in the slightest.)

-A LITTLE WHILE LATER-

"Atilla, you're gonna HAVE to talk to me sometime..." Kyle sat besides the green adonis, where for the past 15 min he had been trying to get him to open up. So far, nothing.

"*Sigh* I can't take you into battle if I don't even know your move set... And my PokéDex won't tell me that either..."

Max poked his head in. "Actually it does, you just have to-" Kyle shot him a look that made Max retreat back into the previous room without another word, where Ty, a Floatzel named Dj, and a Raichu named Ryla sat as well. They all shared the second of the two bedrooms in the house.

"The green Garbodor still clammed up?" Ty jokingly asked. Max seemed worried, but smiled at the joke. "Yeap... Kyle looks irritated... Hope he doesn't snap." Max sighed.

Dj shifted uncomfortably. "You mean if he snaps he might... Do the thing to Atilla too?" Max looked curiously at him.

"You mean... Spank him?" Dj nodded nervously, to which Max sighed again. "Well... If this keeps going on like it is, maybe."

Ryla glanced over her nails/claws and looked at Max curiously as well as oddly. "What's that about anyways? Does he get off on it or something?"

Ty interjected. "He does not. He just... Uses it to keep Max in line is all."

Ryla seemed unconvinced. "It seems like he does it only to you though Maxy, and that might be why... It's kinda like butt stuff."

Ty perked up a bit, his face contorting to the peculiar buzz phrase. Max looked quite confused.

"I'm sorry... Butt stuff?" Max looked at Dj, who was just as confused as well. Ryla continued. "Yea, butt stuff. People or Pokémon who do weird... stuff having to do with other people's butt area, or even their own butts. It's kinda weird... The only reason I know so much about it is my brother, Ry."

Ty exchanged confuzzled glances with Max, and Max with Dj. "...why does he know so much about... 'Butt stuff?' " Dj asked cautiously, using air quotations for the odd term.

Ryla shrugged. "He just says experience. The only thing he's ever told me about this "experience" is that it was on a beach, something about grey water and a Tentacruel... And then he has this dreamy expression and then he clams up about it... Weird."

Ty blushes a bit, and Max looks like he's about to say something when Kyle opens the door.

"Okay, we're gonna go battle with Atilla, and see how this goes. Max, Dj, you're with us. Ty, Ryla, stay here and don't cause any trouble please."

Ty and Ryla nodded in unison, while Max got up and followed Kyle. Dj was hesitant to go however.

"D-do I have to?" Kyle glanced at him with the intonation that yes, he has to. Dj groaned and followed him.

As the four headed out the door, Ty looked to Ryla who was watching them leave. "Ya think I shoulda left the part about butt stuff out? I think I weirded them out..." Ty blushed and shrugged.

"Uhm, one: It's not called 'Butt Stuff'. It's called anal. And... Eh... It's not for everyone..." Ryla nodded in agreement, and noticed Ty's slight tint of red on his creamy face. Ryla grinned.

"Not for everyone, but apparently foR YOU IT IS!" Ty blushed furiously and looked away, while Ryla scooted closer to him.

"Oh, come on. You can tell me, I'm all about naughty stuff and secrets and all that! C'mon, tell me about it!" Ty sighed again and covered his face.

"...nuuu..." Ryla nudged his shoulder and smiled again. "Awe come on... I won't tell anyone! Promise on my heart!" Ty shook his head no staunchly.

"No, I won't! ... AND WHY ARE YOU EVEN ASKING ME THIS?! It's kinda creepy to pry on this subject..."

Ryla didn't take the hint. "But come onnnnnn I'm booreed... Tell me!"

Seeing Ryla was trying extra hard on this, he budged.

"...uuuggghhhhhhhh..." Ty flopped back on the couch. "...okaaaayy..."

"YAAAAY" The Raichu sat up and hugged her pillow, ample attention being given to Ty.

"Tell me!"

Ty just rolled his eyes.

-MEANWHILE-

"Let's see... Where should we find water types around here... Ooh, how about the nearby la-"

Atilla, without looking at Kyle, interrupted him abruptly.

"Too easy... I only fight fire types."

The amount of sass in that sentence made even Max look at him incredulously. Kyle stopped and sighed, agitated.

"Atilla I don't even know where to find any fire types around here. Best I can do is Poison types, considering you wanting the matchup against you. That okay?"

Atilla sighed overly loud, the kind that is usually sarcastic, but Atilla was genuinely annoyed by this.

"Uuuuuhgghhhhhhhh fine..."

Kyle, about ready to take a switch to this leafy assed grinch goblin, took a deep breath and turned to the forest.

"Well... Then Eterna Forest is where we'd find some poison types. Mainly Weedle and stuff, but we may find a Venomoth or a Dustox too. Ya up for it guys?"

He turned to see his team, counting Max and Dj, but Atilla was gone. Just like that, he vanished. Kyle felt an intriguing combination of both concern and rage build up.

"...Where'd he go?" Max shrugged helplessly and Dj started looking around frantically. "...feels like he's watching me..."

Kyle groaned loudly in frustration and stomped into the forest. "C'mon, let's get him before he kills himself or something..."

They trudged on into the forest and looked around in the endless green for... Another smaller green Pokémon. "I swear to Arceus I am gonna kill him."

Dj tugged on Kyle's shirt nervously. "Are... Are you actually gonna kill him?" Kyle sighed and pet the Floatzel's head softly. "No, I am not going to actually kill him... That would be immeasurably wrong, and I would never." Dj seemed content with that answer and nodded.

Kyle trudged on, pushing aside the tall grass and weeds and shrubs. Max came up and nudged his leg. "Yes Max?" Max kept pace with him.

"So you're not gonna kill him, obviously. Right?"

Kyle shook his head no. "No, of course not." Max then looked at him quizzically. "Then what ARE you gonna do?" Kyle just kept on going, not giving the thought much mind.

"If he continues like this, which, I'm guessing he will, he will find out what happens I won't tolerate a certain behavior." Max still looked on quizzically.

"But... Won't Kai object to that at all? I mean, you never really got permission to do that did you?"

Kyle stopped and addressed Max by facing him and kneeling.

"Okay, one: Are you defending him? Because if you are then I am proud of you for doing so but you are fighting for a lost cause." Max shook his head no. "Good. Two: Kai is my brother. There are few others like him, and even fewer that I am closer to, than him. He knows what I do in my household and with you guys, even the whole spanking thing with you. If he wasn't comfortable with the possibility that Atilla might get a good whipping then he wouldn't have sent him over here in the first place. Make sense?"

Max nodded in understanding, while Dj tried to interrupt.

"Yea I get it... But what if Kai gets mad you did?" Kyle half smiled.

"Hey, he's my brother! We've done worse to each other."

"Uhm, guys?"

Both turned to see Dj pointing to a particularly scary scene. A huge Drapion, obviously very strong and well built, stood before a Pokémon 4x smaller than him, Atilla.

Kyle was impressed, enraged, and flabbergasted all at once. "ATILLA!"

The Grovyle turned around to see Kyle standing there with Dj and Max.

"Finally, you got here. Slowbros... I found a worthy opponent, Don't help me."

Atilla then plunged into battle, a single Leaf Blade in his paw. His movements were too quick to follow but he managed to get several hits on the Drapion, which growled angrily at Atilla. He jumped off and noticed he did a small amount of damage.

"Hehe... Gotcha."

As he jumped in again, Max and Dj looked back at Kyle, awaiting orders. Kyle, not knowing WHAT to do, turned his hat around (Ash Ketchum Style) and pointed at the Drapion.

"Max, Shadow Claw! Dj, Aqua Jet!"

The two obediently carried out his orders, also charging at the monstrous Poison/Dark type Pokémon. Atilla glared at Kyle, and growled lowly. The Drapion took notice and almost landed a hit on Atilla. "I SAID NO HELP!"

Kyle growled back and stamped his foot. "No help mY ASS, YOU DON'T ORDER ME AROUND!" Atilla, ignoring Kyle, leapt at Drapion once more. Kyle sighed and thought to himself:

'I shoulda stayed home...'

-MEANWHILE-

'I shoulda gone with them...'

Ty was blushing furiously, hiding his face under a pillow. Ryla was beside him smiling and giggling.

"Teeheheehehehee... You're so adorable when you're embarrassed..."

She jokingly rested against him as he hid his face. Ty just groaned, feeling dirty for what he just told her.

"...can... can we keep this between us?"

Ryla nodded vigorously and sat up again. "Absolutely! I always do... But c'mon I think that's so adorable you think he's cute... That's adORABLE."

Ty just sighed and groaned again.

'Definitely shoulda gone with them... hope they're okay...'

-MEANWHILE-

"WE ARE DEFINITELY NOT OKAY!" Max yelled out from the heat of battle.

Dj was totally knocked out, Kyle returning him to his Pokéball. Max had taken some hits but he could keep going, yet Atilla had just a scratch on him. The Drapion, enraged and having taken a substantial amount of hits, was still kicking but was about five more well placed hits away from getting KO'ed.

"Max, Flamethrower!"

An intensely hot blast of flames came from Max's mouth and hit Drapion square in the face. Being Poison/Dark, it didn't have much effect. Then again, Atilla kept on hitting in the exact same spot which always yielded a critical hit. The Drapion staggered a little from the Flamethrower, leaving Atilla a perfect vantage point to the spot.

"HA! Gotcha now!" Atilla took his Leaf Blade in paw and struck at full force at Drapion's weak spot, right under and between his legs. Drapion let out a screech of agony and promptly dropped on it's side, all but knocked out. Unable to get up, it lay there in pain.

"Phew... Finally." Max wiped sweat off his face and went back to Kyle, but Atilla went towards the Drapion still. "Now for the final blow."

Kyle saw Atilla walking to him and promptly ran after him, shouting:

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND". Atilla paid no mind and raised his Leaf Blade to Drapion's neck.

"He lost, so he shall pay. His weakness shall be his DOWNFALL."

Atilla put his foot on the downed Pokémon's neck. "I AM ATILLA, SLAYER OF THE WEAK, AND THE UNWORTH-"

Before Atilla could finish, he felt a solid *THOCK* in his neck and promptly fainted, dead asleep. Max looked to Kyle and found in Kyle's hands, a Tranquilizer dart gun.

"...how long have you had that with you?" Max stared at the gun in curious fear. Kyle shrugged. "A while, maybe like a year. Just for cases like this." Kyle walked over and poked Atilla on the shoulder. "Says it should last for two to three hours, but I don't trust labels. C'mon let's go back home."

Kyle put the dead asleep Pokémon inside his ball, Max looking at the ball worriedly. "What's gonna happen now?" Kyle looked at the ball with an all too familiar scowl, and sighed.

"...ya know that first spanking I gave you?" Max nodded fearfully, Kyle's face turning to his disciplinarian look. "He's gonna get that." Remembering how intensely horrific that was, Max shuddered in place. Kyle's expression hardened still.

"...Except for him, it's gonna be about 5 times worse."