-CHAPTER 3-

"mnnfh... what happened..." Dj lay on the couch, Ryla sitting next to him.

"Oh good you're up!" Immediately getting warm and snuggly with him, Ryla scooched herself in between Dj and the couch. Much to Dj's dismay.

"Ow, owowow... can you pleasejust... Not right now? I'm sore and... Ow..." Dj tried pushing her away, but she stayed there.

"Oh hush you. Lemme massage your soreness, it'll make you feel better." Dj, already knowing that it'd be useless resisting, just shrugged and let her. Just as he resigned, his ears starting picking up the noises in the background. "Wh-what's going on in there?"

Ryla's reaction told Dj it wasn't very good. "He's really going at it. Poor bastard doesn't stand a chance..." Dj grimaced uncomfortably, and next noticed another sound in the background. He sat up in curiosity to hear it more clearly.

"Well... What's that squeaky noise then?"

-MEANWHILE-

Ty was definitely not counting on the couch being squeaky, but that was relatively low on his list of concerns right now. His main concern was how he was gonna knot his starstruck, heat engulfed lover.

Max seemed to just lose control over all his vocal functions, letting loose guttural yells and uncontrolled groans of... I'm not even sure how to convey how much pleasure Max was experiencing here.

Considering how Ty's immaculately formed 8 inches of pure heaven were thoroughly making a giant, musky mess of Max's already inviting and otherwise ready and willing hole, his unrestrained moans and prolonged half yells/half whines of unhinged sensation were very much justified.

On the other end of the spectrum, Ty was almost silent, save for hard panting and an occasional moan. He preferred to listen to the lustful whines and pleasured shouts, the sounds of his balls slapping against the base of Max's back and the subtle sounds of his meat going inside Max's sloppy hole slowly edging him further.

As Ty reamed Max missionary style, he noticed himself getting ever closer. 'Ffffucking hell... We've been at it for ten minutes and I'm already close...!'

Considering Ty usually lasts longer, he had to keep going as long as he could before hilting into Max, burying his knot inside the unashamedly subby Charmeleon's ass. After all, he had to build up a reputation for later on.

He pounded inside Max savagely, then took slow and steady pumps inside after to prevent him from cumming. Then he went back to thrusting hard and fast again, and continued this. However, Max was tight as hell. His insides closed in around Ty's meat and it just felt too good to last any longer.

'Goddammit I can't hold it any more...~'

Max, through his unintelligible moans and shouts of immense ecstasy could sense Ty was close. He somehow managed to moan/shout out in between each raging thrust into him:

"T-TY-YY !~ KN-KNO-OT-T M-M-ME-EE T-TY-YY!~ P-PL-LEA-SE-E!~"

Feeling Max's cock throb heavily against his furry belly, Ty could also sense the closeness by Max's insides starting to close in a little harder around Ty's meat in response. Deciding this was too good an opportunity to pass up, Ty went down with everything he had, tilting Max's ass up so he could slam in harder.

As the two melded together almost in a single body of heated and lustful pleasure, everything seemed to slow around them. The leaves on the trees seemed to fall down to the ground below at a snails pace, the seconds hand on the clock seemingly minutes at a time now. And it all slowed further as Ty pushed deeper and deeper, Max practically screaming for release now.

After 30 seconds or so of this raucous scene, Ty put his snout next to Max's, his words laden with hard panting.

"Max... Shout out my name for me...!~"

Max complied, but in a weak and whimpering voice.

"T-Ty!"

Ty felt himself get to threshold of climax, but needed one last push.

"Scream it out louder and beg me to knot you hard!"

Max couldn't help but cum hearing this, the whole scenario being too much to handle now. As he came, clear/milky white cum weakly spurting out a third time onto their chests, and he gained his voice back again.

"TYYY KNOT ME PLEEEEAAAASE!~"

And just like that, all at once Ty RAMMED his cock inside the Charmeleon's stretched hole, the knot going in with a wet scHLCK. Ty let loose both his eagerly anticipated climax which filled Max up rather quickly, as well as a massive growl/shout/roar(?) of intense sensation.

"NNGHAAAAAHH!"

As he attempted to keep on moving inside Max's hole to further ride out his climax, hot cum started to seep out and onto Max's back and Ty's balls as it slapped against Max still. Max could feel the cum still being shot out of Ty's unrelenting and pulsating meat, all the more making him whine and shout in irresistible pleasure.

"N-NNHAA! TY YOU F-FEEL... Y-you feel am...amazing... Fuck...!~"

With breathless panting and ecstatic tones behind his voice, Max clung onto Ty until he finished pumping his seed inside the exhausted flame Pokemon. After a solid minute Ty collapsed on Max, feeling the knot slowly deflate and pop out and letting some cum spill out onto the couch. Ty lay on top of Max's cum splattered chest with his own hot furry fluff absorbing it some. He let out a long uninterrupted churr of happiness and nuzzled Max's neck.

"...How...*pant* How was that?"

Max, between the panting, exhaustion, and just generally having his mind flooded with so many different chemicals, was effectively speechless.

"Th-... *Pant* I wa-... *Pant*..."

Ty smiled warmly down at him, and gave him a quick peck on the lips for the heck of it.

"I know what you mean Maxy... Love ya...~"

That kiss sort of put Max's head back in order again, and he looked up at Ty with a certainty that he hadn't possessed before. He leaned up and didn't just peck but rather full on kissed Ty's lips with what passion he could tiredly muster. After a couple seconds he pulled back, rested his hand on Ty's cheek and spoke with a soft spoken conviction.

"...I love you too... And that... That was one of the most intensely pleasurable things I have ever experienced. And I... I wanna thank you..."

He curled up his head underneath Ty's fluff and sighed contentedly.

"Thank you so much... I'm so glad to have someone like you..."

Ty, starting to get really choked up, hugged Max all the more tightly and sighed extra happily.

"As am I... I'll always be here for you..."

The two snuggled tightly in each others arms, murring and churring in delighted contentment and relish.

-AFTER A FEW MINUTES-

As the pair of fire Pokemon held each other tightly in each other's arms and finally exited the bedroom, they were too enamored in each other to hear the sounds coming from the master bedroom and just walked right past to where Ryla and Dj were. Max had a dreamy expression as he leaned on Ty.

"Mmh... Hey guys.~"

Dj looked confused, but this time rather pleasantly. "Hey Ty, Max... You okay?"

Max nodded slowly and sighed happily. "Mmmhmmmm..." Ty smiled widely at Max, then looking up at Dj.

"How're YOU feeling? Heard ya got knocked out..."

Dj stretched a bit and groaned a little. "Mmn... Sore... But okay."

All the while, Ryla was dead silent with a huge goofy grin on her face, her gaze stuck on Ty. As everyone noticed, Ty blushed again and face-palmed.

"mmgh... Don't... Just don't say anything please..."

Ryla zipped her lips and continued to smile wider and giggle to herself, making Max and Dj more and more confused.

However everybody's train of thought derailed as they heard a piercing wail coming from Kyle's room. And at that very moment everyone knew who's voice it was, but didn't know what was going on otherwise, besides that it probably wasn't good. Max broke the silence first.

"...Sounds like he broke him finally..."

-MEANWHILE-

Kyle knew Atilla would give out eventually, but he had to give him props for lasting that long considering what he was going through. He might've actually started to tire Kyle out a bit. (Might've, not likely though.)

But in the end, the blistering fire across Atilla's crimson/violet hind cheeks sent him over. His humbling humiliation, the petrifying pain, and forced submission all pushed him to the breaking point, but of course he didn't go without a fight.

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKKA

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKK

Atilla held his head down to Kyle's thigh, still letting out panicked cries that he tried to hush to little avail.

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKK

"NNFH! AAGNFH!"

He tried clenching what muscles he did have control of to dull the sting, but that didn't help either.

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKKA

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKK

"NGHAA! KYLE P-PLEASE!"

He tried biting on something besides his tongue, but there wasn't anything he could legitimately bite down on.

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKKA

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKK

"PLLHEEEHEEAAASE!"

With nowhere to turn to for relief, Atilla had no choice but to face the pain. And as Kyle felt Atilla start to sob some, his body starting to rack some more in agony.

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKK

"Nnh...!"

Kyle could hear the tinge in his voice now.

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKK

"K-KY...PL... STOOOOP!"

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKK

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKK

Atilla tried wriggling around one last time before, in defeat...

"Gh..GHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAA! AAAOOWWKYLE PLEASE IM SORRY! PLEASE STOP ILL BE GOOD KYLEPLEEEEHEEEZE! NNHAAAAAHAAAAOOWWHWWW! "

Atilla completely lost it, suffice to say. He start bawling and sputtering out "I'm sorry"s, pleas to stop the spanking with assurances he'll be good, all the while he blubbered and screamed in hellish pain.

As much as this deeply pleased Kyle as well as made him feel a little bad too, he kept a straight face and continued nonetheless. (Although he did show a little smirk.) He gripped Atilla the same, and hammered on only adjusting his handle on the brush for a second. All the while Atilla screamed bloody murder and begged Kyle to stop with what little control of himself he had left.

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKK

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKK

SPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKASPLACKKA

SPLACKK

"KA-KYYLLLHLLE! IMSORRYYHEEILL BE-ILL BE GOOD! ILL BE GOOD I SWEAR I PROMISE PLEASE STA-AAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAA!"

After this point, Kyle continued on like this for a solid minute and a half, Atilla still sobbing and pleading until finally, Kyle landed his final

KSPPLACCKK

Considering he barely felt anything at that point, Atilla definitely felt that last one hit hard.

"GAAAAAAAAAAHOOOWWHWWW! W-WHAAAAAAAAHAAAAH!"

Kyle, no longer needing the brush he had, put it on the shelf besides him. He considered rubbing Atilla's flaming cheeks some to soothe the sting, but decided against it. He sat there and let the broken adonis cry his heart out.

"H-HI'M SORRY! IM SO SO SORRYYHEEHEEEEEEE! N-NNHAAAAHAAAHAAAA!"

As Kyle had him over his lap sobbing, he started to mull over what the last phase of Atilla's punishment would be.

'Hmm... what would be fitting for something like this... Another enema? No that wouldn't be enough... Belt? I'd rather not... I'll introduce that later though. I could do some more with my bare hand in front of everyone? Arceus no that'd scar everyone and make them fear me or hate me more than anything... Maybe in the forest? Well maybe, but I'd probably-"

Atilla's green coloration, his now diminishing sobbing, and the forest all gave him an idea that rather sounded good to him.

"Yeah... That's definitely gonna work."

Atilla didn't hear Kyle over his own sniffling and sobbing.

"I... *Sob* Ahm sorry kyle... Owwhwww... I wont be... *Sniff* I swear I'll be good...! *Sob*"

Kyle rubbed Atilla's back gently and sighed.

"I partially believe you, but understandably I have my doubts."

Being in the state he was in, Atilla seriously didn't want anymore spankings but just to end his punishment. This was a mental state he hadn't been in for... Years it felt like.

"B-BUT I WONT BE BAD ANYMORE! I-I PROMISE! J... *Sniff* JUST PLEASE DUN SPANK MEEEEHEEEEEE! *Sob* ILL BE A GOOD BOY I SWEAR!"

Kyle felt dirty for enjoying this, (Then again, so am I for writing this. :D) but considering everything Atilla put him through he didn't exactly care all that much.

"We'll see. But for now we're gonna end your spanking with a lasting threat."

Atilla didn't know what that meant, but it terrified him so he started wriggling again.

"B-BUT... BUT DADDY! NO MORREE! PLEEHEEHEEZE!"

Kyle, in the middle of picking Atilla over his shoulder, stopped for a second.

'Daddy... Why the fuck does everyone call me daddy... Am I just that paternal of a guy? ?'

Kyle continued and shoved the thought out of his head, heaving the limp rag doll of a Pokemon over his shoulder. He opened the door to his room and saw everyone on the couch, nearly everyone looking flush and semi-mortified... per usual. Ty and Kyle stared at each other while Max couldn't help but stare at Atilla's badly beaten cheeks. Ryla had her gaze fixed on Ty and Dj was just looking away uncomfortably. All the while Atilla sniffled and sobbed over Kyle's shoulder.

Around 10 seconds of the awkwardly tense scene, Kyle turned abruptly and headed out the back door.

"Well let's get this over with then."

Dj shifted ever more uncomfortably, Ryla just kept staring and Ty sighed heavily. Max however followed for a little, but stopped at the door as Kyle headed towards the forest.

"Kyle wait! W-Where are you going?"

Kyle didn't give an answer, but Max could tell that Atilla was clearly terrified. The smug and cold look usually on his face was no where to be seen, now replaced with fear and humiliation. As they headed towards the forest, Max pondered to himself.

'... what does he have in mind...?'

-IN THE FOREST-

Kyle,the sniveling Atilla still heaved over his shoulder, headed to a clearing he new well. The path was clear, and a few wild Pokemon peaked their heads out to see what the fuss was about.

All of which were met with the intimidating figure of Kyle and immediately hid again. Atilla started to calm down some, and spoke with a trembling voice.

"Kyle... I-I'm really, truly, and immeasurably sorry now... Can't... C-can't we just end it here and I'll-"

Kyle cut him off with a firm SMEK to his backside with his bare hand, immediately lighting up the pain once more. Atilla cried out unrestrainedly.

"gHAAH! Oowwwwhww...! *Sniff*"

Kyle now spoke softly and smoothly, and started caressing Atilla's cheeks some.

"Even if I wanted to do so, which I don't, you're still getting one last part which I hope is gonna serve as a LONG standing threat to you."

Atilla whined and sobbed again, feeling that panic set in once more.

"B-but... But Kyle! I-I've honestly started to regret everything! I'll be well behaved and... And..."

Atilla felt himself about to break down again, his voice humbly cracking and shaky.

"*Sniff* ...I'm so sorry daddy..."

There it was again, "Daddy". Kyle did stop this time, looking back at Atilla's red face.

"...Daddy huh?"

Because he'd been nearly hysterical and thoroughly humbled, he hadn't even noticed that he'd been calling Kyle Daddy. And now that he did, he was even more mortified.

"I-I meant Kyle! I didn't mean to... I was... I just... I..."

Atilla defeatedly hung his head and sighed, sniffling and stifling sobs.

"...I'm s-so sorry daddy... I-I'll be a good boy for you... I promise...! Just... Just please stop... I don't think I can handle any more spankings! ..."

Kyle was taken aback somewhat as to how easily Atilla reverted to being such a natural child like that, calling him daddy and saying he'll "be his good boy" and such. He didn't have a problem with it and in fact enjoyed it, but still it was surprising.

Kyle suppressed a smile and started again towards the clearing.

"Well, I appreciate the humility you've seemingly acquired out of thin air. But that doesn't change anything, and that doesn't get you out of what you got coming."

Atilla almost broke down crying again at hearing this.

"B-but Kyle! I... I-"

Kyle interrupted him as he stepped into the clearing at last.

"YOU are gonna stop whining if you really want to make me happy with you again. Okay?"

Atilla flinched and choked back a sob, but nodded silently.

"Good." Kyle went over to a tree branch hanging around Kyle's shoulder length. It looked smooth and sturdy, strong enough to support a medium sized person at least. Atilla nervously darted his eyes around to see what Kyle was doing.

"Now... I don't know what previous experience you have with this sort of thing, so here's what I'll do."

Kyle laid Atilla over the branch, his face forwards so he could see what Kyle was doing in the clearing. He strolled over to a tree in the middle, the tree looking young with lots of slender roots and branches coming off it. Kyle ran his finger on one going up the tree.

"Atilla. Do you happen to know what this is called?"

It is important to note that, due to Atilla's impressive ability and prowess in combat, plus his coolheaded-ness otherwise, he TRULY fears little in life.

That being said, he has cultivated (healthy) fears of a small number of certain things since he was a little Treecko. So far, those things are:

Flamethrowers

Veteran Pokemon who bear mental scars

Tornadoes/Hurricanes/Etc

The Divines/Legendaries that rule over the Universe

And most of all...

Atilla gulped hard and looked down in terrified despair, shakily taking a breath before muttering:

"...the switch..."

Kyle let a smirk dominate his lips this time. "You are correct."

He cut off one of the rods and broke off the flimsy tip, until he had a 3 foot long, sturdy and devastatingly painful looking switch. Atilla looked on in petrified horror as Kyle inspected his handy work.

"I'm not sure how much you're accustomed to with this, but I'm going to start with 40 strikes. Maybe more maybe less, depending on how you are at half way through."

Atilla, knowing he was gonna basically die at this point, just broke down again.

"N-NOOOOOO! PLHEAZE KYLE ANYTHING BUT THAT! I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD FOR YOU! I- "

Kyle shushed him and lifted his head to see Kyle's eyes.

"...You're not exactly in a position to bargain. After this I'll know exactly how sorry you are and how much you will actually behave versus how much say you will."

Atilla scrunched his eyes closed and started openly weeping now, his upper body racked slightly with soft sobbing as tears flowed freely down his chin. Kyle started feeling that feeling he had with Max again, but he pushed it out.

He argued with himself to try and strengthen his resolve. 'Look, the cocky bastard deserves it so just get it over with. If you really want to you can just stop whenever you feel like you need to.'

Kyle went around the branch to where Atilla's already brutally beaten backside lay bottoms up. Now that Kyle saw it head on, it looked really red, almost raw now... He swore it looked almost a bit purple in some areas.

'DAMMIT man just do it!'

Kyle stiffened himself a bit. Atilla noticed and shook in place, whining and still convulsing as sobs wracked his body.

"Alright... I'll count 'em off."

Kyle wound back, as Atilla tried to brace himself as best he could.

"ONE."

The switch came down on Atilla's ass, although not as hard as it could've. Kyle didn't use too much force out of mercy, but it still let out a nice

KRACKK

(I don't know if you've ever had the switch tear up your backside, but it's like this: Take the searing pain you get from burning your hands or fingers on a stove, the kind that leaves at least temporary damage to your skin. Now condense that pain into one long stripe. That's the switch right there, with only about half force used in the swing. Now imagine getting KRACKK after KRACKK after KRACKK without let up.

And who says hell on earth doesn't exist.)

Needless to say, the sting nearly knocked the wind out of Atilla, but he still let out a huge wail as loudly as his creaky voice could muster.

"GHAAAAAAAHAAHOOWWWWwwww! OOOOWWWwwwhhwhwhwwww!"

Seeing the impact that had Kyle was still hesitant to continue. But he wound back again.

"TWO."

KRACKK

"AAAAAAAAAAHAAAAHOWWWW! G-GWHAAAAAHAAAAA!"

Kyle sighed quietly to himself, starting wonder if he was doing the right thing.

-10 STRIKES LATER-

Atilla simply lay bawling his eyed out over the branch in agonizing pain, not crying out but only sobbing uncontrollably. Kyle wound back again, looking noticeably less confident.

"Thirteen!"

KRACK

Not much reaction from Atilla. Kyle started to worry a lot more now.

"...Fourteen!"

KRACK

Still no reaction. He just laid over the branch and bawled as if he couldn't do anything else.

Kyle wound back, noticing his arm trembling some.

"...Fifteen..."

But... He just couldn't bring himself to do it. His arm just stayed there and refused to budge, his hand starting to loosen his grip around the switch.

"...No... No more."

Kyle broke the switch in half and threw the two pieces away. Atilla didn't even notice. As Kyle came and picked him back up, he saw the welts on Atilla's ass almost look like it was starting to bleed some.

Atilla felt himself get picked up again. Being in the state he was in he couldn't bring himself to care that much, or feel anything else besides dejection and self pity. However he did feel somewhat relieved when he felt the ropes relinquish his hands from behind his back.

"There... I'm not gonna take that patch off yet because that's gonna make everything much worse..."

Kyle took Atilla under the same tree, sitting and leaning on it all while cradling the pathetically bawling and blubbering Grovyle in his arms. Atilla loosely hugged back and stuffed his teary snout into Kyle's shoulder and let himself go.

'...Deja Vu... '

Atilla, blubbering away in defeat, just hung on to Kyle and sobbed his heart out. Kyle stroked his head softly, soothingly rubbing Atilla's beaten ass in an effort to calm him down.

Half an hour later, he finally did. His bawling softened to stifled sniveling and light sobbing. Kyle shifted and sat the Grovyle on his knees to face him. Kyle saw the crimson blush and tears leaving a trail down his face.

"Hey... It's all over... You're forgiven and I'm not mad at you any more. It's gonna be ok..."

To Kyle's surprise, Atilla shook his head no and sobbed some more.

"*Sob* N-no! No it isn't!"

More concern spreading through his mind, he lifted Atilla's head to meet his.

"...Why not?"

Becoming more and more distraught, he turned his head away.

"I... I don't... *Sob*...*

He started to break down bawling again but Kyle made him look into his eyes again.

"HEY! Atilla... I need you to use your words... Talk to me."

He leaned his head against the grass Pokemon's.

"...Please..."

Atilla still burst out sobbing again, but tried to speak as intelligibly as he could.

"I u... *Sniff* used to... Used to get the switch... *Sob* My old m-... Master was cr-cruel... He... He... *Sob*"

Trying to get out what words he had, he stifled his crying some.

"*Sniff* He never... Never showed me any sign of affection... Always punished me harshly... He... *sniff* I couldn't... I couldn't stop him... S-so I ran... And... *sob* A-and..."

From that point on Atilla blubbered to himself as sobs wracked his body. Kyle, having now realized the gravity of the whole situation, shushed Atilla and held tighter to him.

"...Atilla, I'm... I'm so, so sorry..."

Still not being able to keep himself together the Grovyle just bawled his eyes out once more, Kyle protectively wrapping his arms around him to make him feel safer.

"I had no idea... I swear I'm not like that, I wouldn't ever..."

Seeing as how Atilla still was broken down in tears, Kyle decided to just stop talking all together and hug the grass type tightly.

'Just let him cry it all out...'

-30 MORE MINUTES LATER-

Atilla stopped sobbing and just laid there in Kyle's arms, taking deep breaths and sniffling every so often. Kyle stroked his head affectionately.

"...You feeling a little better now?"

Atilla nodded slowly. "Mmhm..." He hung onto Kyle and sighed. "...I...I wanna apologize again... I did deserve everything I got, probably more... And I'm so sorry I pushed you to the point where..."

Atilla felt a lump in his throat, making him stop and feel extraordinarily guilty again.

"... *Sniff* ...I'm sorry..."

As Kyle listened to the Grovyle's words he couldn't help but feel guilty himself. He held him tighter and let out a bittersweet sigh.

"Me too man... I kinda went too far, and... I let my emotions get the best of me... Can you forgive me?"

Atilla stopped for a second, feeling a little surprised and torn. He looked up at Kyle, an expression of curiosity and guilt mixed in.

"...Why should I forgive you? I'm the one who did everything wrong here... I'm the one who... Pushed you that far... It's... All my fault..."

Considering it was a shock to see a stuck up Pokemon like him beat himself up so hard, Kyle felt this hit several several particular emotions: Sorrow, Empathy, Guilt of course, but interestingly, anger. He cupped Atilla's cheeks to face his him directly, and spoke firmly.

"...I won't allow you to say that."

Atilla squeezed his eyes shut and tried to turn away.

"N-no, it's all m-"

Kyle kept his face in place.

"Atilla! Look at me."

He obeyed the trainer's wishes. His hazel eyes met the face of Kyle's soft and warm expression. It made him feel... Smaller. But in the good way, one Atilla hadn't felt in a long, long while.

"...As much of your fault it might be, I'm the one who took it too far. I shouldn't have gone as far as this, and the only reason I did is because I let my temper get the best of me... That's... That's not what I want you to think of me..."

Atilla felt his eyes water up again, but kept eye contact with Kyle.

"...Looking back I saw it was a bad idea... A very bad one. And now, I ask you to forgive that. I won't do it again, I can promise that... Can... can you forgive me?"

Before Kyle could even finish the last word of his sentence Atilla hugged Kyle tight and started sniffling again.

"...I forgive you... Can you please forgive me...?"

Kyle felt that deep satisfaction kicking in again, and he let out a happy sigh as he wrapped his arms around Atilla again.

"How could I not... Of course I do."

Atilla almost started to cry again, but managed to hold himself back.

"Hehe... Major Deja Vu..."

The two stayed there like that for a while, before they noticed it was starting to get dark now. Atilla sat up as best he could with his legs paralyzed still.

"Hey, about that patch on my back..."

He tried to peel it off but Kyle caught him before he could.

"DONT- not yet. It's gonna be really painful, because of all the mixed signals of pain and trying to strain your legs are gonna come rushing back, so... Brace yourself. Okay?"

Atilla nodded and sort of put himself over Kyle's legs again, bracing himself.

"I'll count from three okay?"

Atilla nodded once more and drew a deep breath. Kyle nodded back.

"Alright... Three."

Kyle ripped the patch off quickly.

And all through out the forest, the faint echo of a scream of pain was heard.

-A SHORT WHILE LATER-

Max tried not to pace back and forth while Dj and Ryla watched a mindless show on tv, but he just couldn't help himself. Ty looked a little worried too.

"C'mon Max, you know he's gonna be fine..."

Max, looking distressed as he sprawled himself out on the floor, sighed anxiously.

"Who? Kyle or Atilla? Because at this moment I'm doubting either option..."

Right as he said that, the two came through the door, Atilla sniffling as he followed Kyle in behind him.

"Hey, we're back!"

Atilla kinda hid behind Kyle, but then stood besides him.

"Hey... I uhm... I wanna say something to you guys."

Ryla turned the tv off, as everyone gave their attention to the Grovyle taking center stage.

"...I just wanted to say that I'm extremely sorry for being how I was... It... It was juvenile, and uncalled for."

Atilla shrugged and sighed.

"I'm gonna be honest, it might happen again, but I'll do my utmost to not be a jerk to you guys for as long as I'm here... You have my word."

Kyle smiled proudly. "And by the way I did not force him to do that, nor suggest it, so that is entirely heartfelt right there."

Dj and Max looked shocked, Ty a little impressed. Ryla... Ryla looked suspicious, oddly.

"Hmmmm... How do we know you're not just saying that?"

Atilla looked at his feet and then back up at Kyle.

"...I agreed to be under Kyle's authority completely as part of... A wager, so... Even if I don't want to, I'll still have to or else..."

He pipe up a little after that last part. "But I do want to! I can tell you that right now."

Ryla looked convinced, Ty a little less impressed, and Dj looking a little uncomfortable. (As always really...)

However Max walked up to him. He stood toe to toe and regarded him eye to eye.

"...Do you mean all that? Truthfully?"

Atilla felt a little perturbed by this, but kept himself calm.

"...I do. Swear it by my..." He rubbed his ass some in thought. "I swear it my beaten ass, and by my heart."

Max's expression didn't change any, but instead he wordlessly came forwards and hugged Atilla tightly.

Being completely honest with himself, he thought Max was coming up to fight him. He almost brought up his paws to a fighting stance, but instead when Max hugged him back he just hugged back softly. After a few seconds Max spoke again.

"...Well then I forgive you."

Max let go of the hug and smiled at Atilla warmly, to which Atilla also smiled back. Kyle found this immensely adorable which he couldn't hold back for the life of him.

"Dawee... Hehehe"

The two mid-evolved starters blushed and smiled wider. Then everyone laughed and smiled some more.

-THAT NIGHT-

Kyle got ready for bed which usually meant rubbing one out before he slept, but right as he was about to strip and get to it, he heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

He heard Atilla's muffled voice. "Hey, um... Can I come in?" This of course piqued Kyle's curiosity.

"Sure man, it's unlocked."

The door swung open slowly, and Atilla stood in the doorway looking a little bashful.

"Hey... Uhm... I have a... A question."

Wondering why Atilla was acting this way, he hung around the door way the same as Atilla. He also couldn't help but noticed Max and Ty looking at each other the way only a fiery heart couple would. His glance went back to Atilla again. "Okay, shoot."

Atilla blushed a bit and mumbled his words.

"It's um... More like a favor but uh..."

Kyle thought to himself: 'I swear to Arceus if he asks me to spank him like Max did I am gonna flip.'

The fumbling Grovyle sighed, looked down and closed his eyes.

"...C-can I sleep with you tonight?"

'Oh thank god.'

Atilla felt Kyle's hand tilt his head back up to look at Kyle's

"Of course you can man, I'm always open to doing so."

Atilla showed a shy little smile before following Kyle to the bed. As they got in, Kyle pulled the blanket up over them and snuggled Atilla warmly.

"Mmm... Hey, you okay? Nothing you wanna talk about?"

Atilla shook his head no.

"No, I'll be ok... Just wanted somebody to... Feel comfortable with..."

Kyle felt a smile tug at his lips as he hugged Atilla again.

"I know the feeling man..."

Atilla felt that same feeling tug at his lips too.

"Hehe... Thank you Kyle... Good night."

Kyle turned off the light.

"You're welcome... Sweet dreams."

The two slowly drifted off into sleep.

-EPILOGUE-

2 DAYS LATER THAT MORNING

All 5 Pokemon sat at the circular table, waiting for Kyle to finish the pancakes. Dj and Ryla sat next to each other, Ty with an empty seat next to him, and Atilla and Max sitting together. The two seemed to be debating something.

"I can eat like, a stack of 5 in a minute or so." Atilla seemed to almost boast. Max squinted as to say he didn't believe him.

"Well, I can eat 10 in 2 minutes. Same thing!" Max thought to himself to confirm his math, while Atilla smirked.

"I bet you can't." Max sneered back at him. "You're so on." Atilla smirked even more evilly. "The loser has to give up the bed for tonight!"

"WHAT?! NO WAY!" Max pounded his paw to the table, which got the attention of Kyle. He spun around, the wooden cooking spoon dripping with batter still in his hands.

"Hey! Settle down you two, you're getting out of hand. You KNOW what'll happen if you don't."

Max clammed up and so did Atilla, but Atilla stuck out his tongue at the Charmeleon just because. To which, Max growled lowly. Atilla matched the growl and almost got up, until Max stopped and looked at Kyle. Wondering why, he looked at Kyle as well.

As it turns out, Kyle was glaring at them both.

"If you two can't play nice then you'll both get something that I was hoping I wouldn't have to dish out this morning. And neither of will get pancakes either. Understood?"

Max pouted and glared at Atilla.

"BUT HE-" Max pointed a finger at Atilla accusingly. "HE STARTED IT!"

Atilla responded in kind. "WHAT? THATS BS YOURE THE ONE WHO GROWLED AT ME!"

Max stood up a little threateningly, as did Atilla. The two looked as if they were about to start yelling, but interrupting them was Kyle, who grabbed Max's horn and Atilla's leafy head and started dragging them with him.

"OOWH, KYLE NO, STOP PLEASE!"

"AAAH! NO MASTER PLEASE IM SORRY!"

Kyle dragged them to his room, the other three not even looking phased. Ty just looked at his empty plate and sighed.

"Here we go again..."

It wasn't long before the sounds of a brush connecting with one's backside could be heard, as well as the connected yelps and cries. Dj sighed and held his head in his hands, while Ty and Ryla exchanged looks, Ryla speaking first.

"Think they did it on purpose?"

Ty shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time."

Everyone waited while Kyle spanked Max and Atilla to tears, leaving them to wonder how long it'd be after this before Kyle and those two were

DOING IT AGAIN.

(P.S.: Lemme know if you guys have any suggestions for another sequel, I'm open for suggestions!~)