CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 11: Unwanted Encounters (Patreon)

Previously: Magikarp did the unthinkable and earned Hanzo his second gym badge! Before he leaves Lavaridge, he will have to collect his spoils.

Content/warnings: Hanzo receives a new Pokémon; Mako's obsession with Pachimari; Hanzo is the guardian of lost Pokémon

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Rutledge carefully puts a Pokéball down on the desk. It is shined to a finish, glinting in the low morning light creeping through the window. It is a dusk ball, lying completely still where the fat man put it down.

“That’s her,” Rutledge grunts.

Hanzo feels a sizzle of excitement running along his spine. He stares at the still ball, then up at Rutledge, his shoulders back and hands folded behind him. He doesn’t want the white knuckles of his tightly gripping hands to give away his anticipation.

“Freshly caught. Didn’t put up a fight.” Rutledge’s glinting little eyes are fixed solely on Hanzo. Just a week ago, the focused attention by this behemoth of a man would have had Hanzo feel unwell and like he needed to leave the room… now he stands his ground, pushing his heels harder against the floor.

He has beat this man with a Magikarp.

He can do anything that he’s set his mind to.

“You want her, then? For winning?”

Hanzo lifts his nose a little. It is difficult to stare someone down that is so mach taller than he, but he tries to anyway.

“No. I want her because she needs a place to be able to grow without her mother. I can give that to her. What I want for winning… is you.”

Rutledge’s fat cheeks tremble. It looks like he is laughing at Hanzo for his insolence even though he doesn’t move another muscle, really.

“Hm. Cheeky.”

He stares down at Hanzo, the anticipation in the room growing to an almost unbearable degree.

Hanzo can feel it pushing on him, his breath coming faster despite himself.

“Should have worn your little uniform for that… don’t you think?”

Hanzo shudders. The voice just keeps doing… things to him. It reminds him vaguely of Jesse, for some reason – though Rutledge sounds a lot more ominous in his delivery than that idiot.

“No. This is not for you. It is for me. And I want to direct this.”

Rutledge looks decidedly amused now, one hand slowly scratching his massive stomach.

“Hm. I see. Then go on.” Rutledge moves his garbage can lid sized hand in a sweeping gesture. “...Direct.”

Hanzo’s mouth goes dry, but he can’t back down now. “Your bedroom. I want to do it in your bedroom.”

That seems to give Rutledge some pause for just a second, obviously surprised. Hanzo waits for rejection – but it doesn’t come.

“Nice. Come with me.”

.o.

Mako Rutledge’s room is stuffed wall to wall with Pachimari plushies.

Hanzo stands and stares for just a moment before the fat belly in his back pushes him further in.

He glances up at Rutledge but he does not seem phased by any of it. He just toes out of his massive boots that Hanzo’s new Salandit could use as a bathtub if she wanted.

That’s that.

Hanzo doesn’t have much brain capacity to ogle the interior design choices of his host anyway… soon enough he is trying to fit that massive cock into himself while Rutledge half lies, half sits on his humongous, reinforced bed, his beady little eyes staring at Hanzo the whole while.

Part of him wants to be shy… but there is little room for anything when stuffing oneself with a cock the size of a beercan.

Hanzo keeps shuddering, his fingers digging into Mako’s fat belly. Holding on for dear life with one hand while the other is curled around the swollen base, holding his heavy dick nice and upright for him to keep trying… and trying… and trying until his body finally gives and opens up for the entry.

His mouth goes slack, the tip of his tongue against his bottom lip. He has to just pause for a moment and breathe through it. It’s only the tip that’s inside him now, stretching him so wide that tears prick the corners of his eyes. It feels different when he is the one doing it to himself…

Mako doesn’t do a damn thing to help him through it. His arms are at his sides, breath nice and slow while he watches Hanzo fighting through it all.

“Tell me,” Hanzo pants, out of breath and tingling to the tips of his toes, feeling overwhelmed but making himself slide down even further on cock. “Tell me… can my father do this? Huh?” He licks his lips, brows pulling together as he sits down the last of the way. His insides feel like they’re about to melt around the massive cock.

His own is trapped between his belly and Rutledge’s; it’s the weirdest, most addictive feeling he’s had to date. His toes keep flexing. His body is doing so many involuntary little things just to try and make sense of the intrusion reshaping his insides.

Mako looks mildly surprised for a moment and doesn’t immediately answer… so Hanzo tries again.

“Can my father do this for you?” He is biting his lower lip. He doesn’t even know if he’s just wicious or… or turned on. He just has spent the past few days trying to ignore wondering about whether his father, the most intimidating and perfect person he knows, is actually fooling around with this man.

Rutledge grunts. Hanzo can feel it vibrating through his body. He can feel it through the fat cock lodged deep in his intestines and making it so hard for him to breathe.

“Who knows?” Roadhog finally answers, his voice having a sardonic edge to it. He is finally reaching for Hanzo, his meaty fists curling gently around his ankles and the lower halves of his legs because they’re just so massive. He’s holding on to him, grounding him more on the dick spearing him. “Maybe you should ask daddy yourself instead of being a sneaky little bitch, hm? Tell be before, though. I’d like to see you doin’ it. Go right up to him an’ ask if he spreads his legs just as greedily as you do.”

Hanzo gasps, eyes sparking in anger as he pushes himself up and then sits back down on the massive cock, staring right into Rutledge’s beady little eyes as he does so. He tries to ignore the sparks of pleasure shooting along his spine and making the back of his neck tingle.

“You… you try to deny that you and my father are an… an item? I have heard to talk to him!”

He is bouncing now; despite his thighs trembling and wanting him to just sit down and experience the massive stretch, he fucks himself on Roadhog’s cock like he’s never done anything else in his life. The more he rides him, the more it feels like the intrusion inside his belly is growing until he has to close his eyes because they feel like they’re going to pop out of their sockets.

“Maybe I am… maybe I ain’t. Why do you want to know so badly?”

He sounds so… unconcerned. Like he couldn’t care less about the gorgeous little thing fucking himself so desperately on his cock. His large hands are still holding on; careful so he wouldn’t snap Hanzo’s bones like a bird’s.

“You wanna know who is better? If your daddy’s cunt spreads better than yours?”

His voice is so deep and wheezing… but Hanzo can feel his cock inside him, flexing. Interested in the thought of pitting father and son against each other.

“Maybe you are… maybe you aren’t. Maybe your family is just a lot of perfect little sluts that want to be destroyed on my big, fat cock. Who knows.”

Hanzo tries to growl but he doesn’t know if it comes out right. In his ears it sounds more like a mewl.

He bares his teeth but Roadhog looks so unimpressed… just staring at him, breathing slowly, feeling like a huge, dangerous animal that just allows Hanzo to play on top of it.

Fuck… His insides keep squeezing down, all but cramping on him as he tries to bounce but just… just can’t. Not properly. Not the way he wants to.

And oh, does he want to. He wants to ride Roadhog within an inch of his life. He wants him to beg him for release. He wants him to admit that Hanzo has the best cunt he’s ever had; that he’ll be hard pressed to find someone else who is so willing and eager to spread their legs and show off the buttery soft slit between their cheeks and let themselves be made into a filthy little fuckdoll just for the privilege of getting to feel that big ruddy cock.

Not this time. He won’t be able to do it this time. He can tell.

Rutledge lets him do whatever he wants but barely breaks the stoic mask he has put on.

Eventually, Hanzo lies down on his huge belly with a sound of desperate frustration, hips rotating and bouncing, just fucking himself on a couple of inches of the massive beer can cock that has so beautifully rearranged his insides to be cock-shaped.

This won’t be the last he sees of him. They will meet again. And next time, Hanzo will make him his bitch. He will make him talk and he will make him whine and he will make Mako Rutledge tell him all that he would ever like to hear just because his ass feels so damn good around his stupid fat cock, and he is fucking him within an inch of his life.

He promises that to himself.

.oOo.

Hanzo feels nice and relaxed by the time he leaves Lavaridge Town.

Ponyta is out of his Pokéball, most of the time dancing a little ahead but staying more or less close. When he walks next to him, Hanzo notes that he has grown quite a bit since he got him from his father.

His father who has a very peculiar relationship with one Mako Rutledge who quietly had offered him Salandit’s Pokéball and sent him on his way.

He can feel himself wanting to tense up again at the reminder but forcibly pushes that away. Instead he nods to the few old people outside waving him goodbye, and pulls the Dusk Ball from his belt to stare at it, lying warm and relatively heavy in his hand.

He comes to a stop, just staring at the perfectly polished surface and thinking about Rutledge telling him that Salandit hadn’t put up a fight. She must have been ready to leave this place and her mother. To put her own mark on this world.

Ponyta comes back, his blue-grey fire reflecting on the shiny surface of the Pokéball. He neighs softly, and Hanzo nods, crouching down and releasing his newest Pokémon from its ball.

The Salandit is crouching when it appears, its crescent-shaped eyes glancing about with what one could only call suspicion and distrust. He wants to reach out and give her a soothing pet along her sleek looking hide, but the small droplets of poison falling to the ground from her beak have him rethinking the approach. He might need to give her a bit more time before he can touch her. That’s nothing new… Ponyta hadn’t really been too trusting at first as well. At least toward him.

“We are going to be a team from now on,” he tells her. “I know we will be able to do great things together once we can rely on each other.”

She narrows her eyes until they are just thin crescents of silver. She looks just as much a mean bitch like her mother… but that is not necessarily a bad thing.

Ponyta is inching closer, carefully sniffing on the new team mate. He seems to be anticipating the swipe toward his nose as he quickly rears back and dances out of reach entirely, seemingly losing interest just as fast when he is not in the middle of everyone’s attention.

“I would… like to give you a name. If you are okay with that,” Hanzo says after softly clearing his throat. She just has too much… spunk to not have one, he feels like.

Her attention is back on him, head turning to one side and eye opening a bit wider to peer at him with interest now.

“How would you like… Kikuri? It basically is the name of a Goddess in my culture.”

That, at last, has her unfurl from her cowering position to sit back on her hind legs and put her clawed little hands together in front of her, steepling her claws. She looks so pleased with the decision that it is already creeping him out a bit.

“Well then. Kikuri it is.” He extends his hand, Pokéball in his palm. “Let us be on our way, then.”

She eyes the Pokéball and then Ponyta nibbling on a bit of grass, waiting for them to be ready to continue their journey. After another moment of deliberation of which Hanzo is unsure what she is even thinking about, she finally reaches out and presses the button of the Pokéball to retreat by herself.

He stands up slowly, shouldering his backpack and connecting her ball to his belt.

Four. He has four Pokémon now, though… he still is not sure what to do about Maddox. He does not particularly miss his former trainer, but the thought of inadvertently having stolen the Pokémon makes Hanzo feel itchy under his skin.

JM… who could it be? And why has his Rockruff been in Mt Moon all alone and hungry?

He hates neglectful trainers…

.oOo.

Hanzo and Ponyta make their way back onto the main track. While Ponyta still likes to run ahead and scope out the way, Hanzo has less of a feeling that it doesn’t particularly like him and therefore doesn’t care about walking closer, and more like it is excited to see what is going to come.

That’s something, at least.

He thinks.

They walk for a day and a half, the massive Mt. Moon finally giving way to a different landscape that is more fields and a few trees.

The sun shines down on them brightly. There is little to no shade that Hanzo would be able to hide under during his rests – but his Pokémon seem to like the area filled with nothing but wide fields of juicy green grass and yellow wheat and corn.

Ponyta especially is hopping over the fences left and right, racing himself through the fields and giving Hanzo an ulcer from worrying that his burning tail will cause fire to the surroundings and plunge them all into a crackling, hot inferno.

Maddox and Kikuri’s excitement is a bit more contained – especially the latter one’s. She keeps close to Hanzo’s feet for the first five minutes, trudging along until she apparently can’t be bothered to walk any longer and crawls up his legs until she is perched on his shoulder like a particularly baleful looking gargoyle.

Maddox… looks for food. As per usual. There is something so carefree – and a bit brain dead – about him lumbering ahead with his tongue out and clearly no thought in his eyes except for the next snack he’ll be able to unearth from somewhere.

It’s a motley crew for sure… but Hanzo… enjoys himself. He enjoys himself thoroughly.

It is a shame that there is no water for Magikarp in sight, but he supposes he has earned himself the rest. He has been phenomenal during the arena battle.

There are no Pokémon around for the longest time, other than a few bird Pokémon flying up ahead and probably trying to peer for food in the huge fields of grain.

That is, until Ponyta neighs loud and shrill and takes off at a gallop until he vanishes over one of the slight humps the road is leading on, out of sight. Hanzo frowns. He is just about to run after his Pokémon, when he hears another sound, quite like a neigh but definitely not Ponyta’s.

He can hear the sound of hoofs hitting the ground and coming right toward him. In alarm, he lunges forward and grabs Maddox around the middle, pulling him up and away just in time for a Pokémon to trample by, closely followed by Ponyta who is firing little balls of fire into the air to chase the hapless grass-type along.

It’s a Gogoat, as far as Hanzo can tell. He calls for Ponyta to stop this nonsense, craning his neck to see whether there is a trainer down on the road that has been bucked off his steed or is running to come get it back… but nobody is there. Is it a wild Gogoat?

“Ponyta! Come back!” he calls again while the Gogoat turns and starts to run back toward him, obviously hoping for him to stop the gleefully prancing Ponyta to put fire to its leaf-y tail.

Gogoat keeps bucking and screaming in anger, trying to hit Ponyta with its hind legs to no avail.

Hanzo is clutching a happily panting Maddox in one arm and is holding Ponyta’s Pokéball in the other hand.

Kikuri remains perched on his shoulder, probably enjoying the overall carnage going on around them.

The Gogoat rushes past him, Ponyta hot on its heels; the second he is up to Hanzo’s level, the excited heat coming off of him singing his eyebrows, he lifts the Pokéball and calls him back inside.

His indignant neigh cuts off half-way. Hanzo can feel him struggling against the confines of the Pokéball, trying to pry it open again, but he keeps a tight clutch on it until Ponyta’s struggling subsides.

Slowly, he lets Maddox slide back down to the ground. The Rockruff immediately starts jogging toward where Gogoat is standing and panting with its head down, puffing up little clouds of dust from the road.

Hanzo watches with surprise at how he is rounding the Pokémon and bumping their heads together as if they knew each other.

Is… that the case even?

Gogoat is wearing a halter around its head, marking it quite clearly as a domesticated Pokémon as opposed to a wild one. But where was its trainer? What was going on?

Hanzo haltingly starts walking again.

Gogoat lifts its head and watches him, slowly starting to follow behind and pausing when he pauses.

Maddox is trudging along next to it, once again no thought visible in his round, happy face.

“The Hell…” Hanzo murmurs. How come he keeps stumbling over owner-less Pokémon? This is absolutely ridiculous. What is he supposed to do with it?

Ponyta keeps struggling in his ball, wanting to come back out, and Hanzo soon becomes tired of having to clutch the ball so it wouldn’t open on its own.

“I’ll let you out. But you have exactly one chance, or you’re going back in again for the rest of the way. No chasing the Gogoat,” he growls against the smooth surface.

The shaking halts. He weirdly enough has a feeling that Ponyta is surprised. It is, after all, the first time Hanzo actually gave him some strict orders. When the ball stays still, he lets him back out, only to have him strut away, throwing his head in a different direction.

He’s pouting. Well, Hanzo can deal with that.

He’ll get over it sooner or later.

They continue walking, Gogoat moving along behind him as if he had it on a lead. It seems quite honestly relieved to have met a human, the poor thing.

Ponyta goes back to jumping the fence lining the road, hopping over it again and again in a hypnotizing pattern –  until he comes to a stop and stares ahead, ears swivelled forward and tail lifted with attention.

Hanzo frowns. He sincerely hopes it’s not another ownerless Pokémon… again. He can’t see anything yet in the direction that Ponyta is so intently staring at but… he also doesn’t want him to go accost some hapless trainer just because his confidence is starting to go overboard.

A long, winding whistle has his Shiny turning around thankfully to lope back toward him.

“Something up ahead?” he murmurs.

Ponyta blows air through his nose. Hanzo has no idea what that means.

Gogoat has lifted its head and bleats loudly. It seems excited for some reason, trotting almost ahead of Hanzo before apparently quickly thinking better of it and falling back again, obviously determined to stay with a human.

Hanzo shakes his head and continues walking. He tries not to let the growing anxiety around him get the better of him. What is going on with the Pokémon?

Three minutes later, Maddox suddenly barks. Hanzo turns just in time for the Rockruff to take off down the road, Gogoat after him, and Ponyta after them, leaving Hanzo and Salandit on the downward curving road that is allowing him to overlook the small stampede advancing on… a ranch.

On the lush pastures next to the main building he can see many more Gogoat and Skiddo prancing about.

Ah… so that’s where the Gogoat ran off from, huh?

He exhales in relief and starts to jog down the road, intent on finally getting a bit of rest and a proper meal… and also collect his Pokémon again. Ponyta’s bright, fiery mane and tail are thankfully beacons against the brown and green backdrop.

His relief doesn’t last too long, however, when he sees a large sign at the crossroads the farm is located at. A large 12 is embossed on it.

Without effort, a deep, drawling voice sounds in the back of his head.

Tell ya what. I got a little farm on Route 12. Nothin’ big or fancy; mostly Skiddo for the kids and travellers to ride.

Oh… no.

.o.

Hanzo hopes that Jesse will just not be at home… but as usual, he does have abysmal luck. It doesn’t even surprise him when the front door opens and the bastard himself swaggers out to look what the commotion is all about.

There’s a Gogoat, a Rockruff and a Ponyta running circles on the route running along the front of his little ranch; it is certainly worth a sight.

Hanzo trot the last few meters to be there quicker, fighting down a flush of embarrassment as Jesse puts his hands into his hips and whistles through his slightly crooked front teeth. He hasn’t said a word and Hanzo already feels like he is being… judged or something.

“Hanzo! That’s a surprise. A nice one,” Jesse drawls. His voice is just as nice as it had been during their last encounter. Their last encounter where he kissed Hanzo and made him feel desperately hot inside.

He pulls off his hat and presses it to his chest like someone out of an old Western.

Hanzo’s expression sours and he clicks his tongue derisively.

Jesse just keeps on smiling his vacant idiot grin and looks toward the Pokémon running around them in circles.

“Ah! My Gogoat. Did the rascal break out again, huh?”

“Tsk. Had you not noticed?” Hanzo says stiffly, his back ramrod straight and lips curling in disgust.

Jesse chuckles. “Not yet. He’s a feisty… wait… that Maddox?”

For the first time, Jesse does not look flirtatious or handsomely amused. He goes down into a squat and holds out his hand. Under Hanzo’s dismayed stare, Maddox moves toward Jesse with an excited bark, his curled tail wagging a mile a minute.

“It is! Maddox! Goddamn, I’ve been searching for you, buddy!”

Hanzo’s insides shrivel up and the corners of his mouth pull down a little.

“So you are JM.”

Jesse looks up at him, flashing him a grin.

“Sure am. Jesse McCree. At yer service, babydoll. Thank ya kindly for bringin’ back my li’l Rockruff here. Hope he didn’t-”

He trails off, looking a little concerned now as he slowly gets back on his legs, taking a step closer.

“Hey uh… everythin’ alright?” he asks, extending one hand.

Hanzo must be white as a sheet, hectic red dots appearing on his cheeks as he stares at Jesse in shock.

“Jesse… McCree? McCree?! As in… as in the current Champion Jesse McCree? That is you?” he can’t keep the utter disgust out of his voice. How in the world-

McCree grins and puts his hat back onto his unkempt head.

“That I am. Forgot to mention that, huh? Ah well… why don’t’cha come on in so we can have a li’l… chat.”

Next time: After Hanzo gets over his shock and dismay, Jesse did promise him to show him how to… ride. But apparently he can’t make anything right in the eyes of one Hanzo Shimada.