FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Morning's blue glow descended upon the forest with a lilting birdsong and calm breeze. The golden rays of the sun's light turning the western mountains into a shining ribbon of stone and leaves stretching north and south as far as the eye could see. The cries of various pokemon calling to their kin echoing between the two halves of the Divided mountains as Tomas woke from his slumber.

He sat up and stretched, feeling his back pop back into place and stomach protest all movement in general. The Sliggoo by his side stirred as well, smiling up at him in her half-awake stupor. Thomas gave Carmen a quick rub between the antennae, eliciting a contented cooing from the purple pokemon. “Sleep well?" His stomach growled again. “Yeah, yeah." He grunted, pulling over the bag. He carefully took the folded backpack out, with it's little passenger still nestled within, allowing the small green pokemon to take in some of the crisp morning air. “Apparently you need some more sun." He explained. “And I can think of no place less likely to be spotted by those Rocket thugs than the middle of the forest."

He pat the little guy on the head before placing him on the sleeping bag and fishing for rations. He was close to running out of fresh rations, the biltong he'd acquired in Cannab having been mostly consumed by himself, while the hard-breads and dried fruit had been shared around. There were still several packs of poketreats, so the rest were fine. Thomas made a few calculations and only tore off half a serve of the meat before shoving it back in the pocket. He handed Carmen one of the treats and set about packing up.

It was while Thomas was buckling up the bedroll that the massive Feraligatr came stomping up the path to their makeshift campsite with several other Feraligatr and Croconaw in tow. “All packed up, no mess." He said defensively, not wanting to insult their hospitality by leaving a bunch of trash everywhere.

The elderly Croconaw dropped down from the brute's shoulder and walked over to the man. As she approached, she snapped her fingers and one of the other Croconaw approached, carefully holding three pokeballs. He waddled up to the Elder and handed them to her one by one. “This is the way we do things here. What is said is said, and what is done is done. Respect their decision and Arthur will respect you." She grinned up to the massive Feraligatr standing above her, a twinkle in her eye, his large blue fists creaking as they balled up for emphasis.

“I stand by whatever decision they make." Thomas said, realising now what their trek up here was about. At some point in the night the Talonflame had returned with his pokeballs, and now they had to decide whether to stay or continue on with him.

“Good, now turn around." Thomas looked confused but Arthur clenched his fists again so he turned around quick-smart. “And you," Carmen's antennae shot up as she looked in the Elder's direction. “You bring your ball here too."

“Sli? Goo?" There was a nervous sadness in her voice that broke Thomas' heart.

“It's okay. You can-"

“And no speaking." The Elder cut him off. Thomas returned to facing away from the others with gritted teeth as Carmen took her ball from the pack and joined the rest. Thomas heard the sound and saw the reflected flashes of several pokeballs being opened. He could hear the sounds of hoof and claw treading on dirt and leaves, as well as various pokemon languages interspersed with grunts and chirps. The conversation was a lot shorter than Thomas had anticipated, seemingly over in a matter of seconds as the sound of ruffled leaves and crunched twigs came up close behind him. The Elder spoke up again. “They have made their choice. You may see."

Thomas turned to see four pokemon standing before him, except for one which was rolling back and forth impatiently. His companions. His friends. He knelt down to give them all a group hug, the Feraligatr mob groaning at the affectionate display, the vast majority walking off, annoyed they hadn't got to see another trainer break down. The Elder and Arthur gave the man a nod of respect before heading back for their watering hole, leaving a single Feraligatr standing there. Thomas ignored them for a moment while he reassured his group that everything was fine.

The Feraligatr signalled for Thomas to come close. Getting up out of the hug, he took a few steps over to the large blue reptile. “What's up?" The pokemon pointed to a portion of the river snaking its way through the trees. “The river?" It nodded. “You reckon we should stick to the river. Fair enough. Thank you." He grinned, patting it on the shoulder as he turned to get back to his companions, but the Feraligatr grabbed his hand, turning him back around. It jabbed a claw at Thomas, then itself, then the river. “Wait, you're coming with us?" It held a claw from each hand against each other, moving them from one side to the other, where one claw stopping in place while the other kept going. “But only to a certain point."

The Feraligatr nodded, grinning as it pat Thomas on the shoulder. Thomas nodded, taking a deep breath. “Righty." He exhaled, hands on hips. “Time to go for a bit of a nature walk folks." He slid everyone's pokeballs back in their respective holsters, but left everyone out. Carmen decided she was going to ride on top of the Mudbray, who didn't seem to mind. The Deino and Mac, once pointed in the right direction, tore off into the undergrowth while Thomas held the little green pokemon in his arms. Then as a group, they marched off into the woods, to follow the winding river towards the coast.

Over the course of the next few hours, Thomas discovered several new and interesting things. Firstly, if a Whirlipede maintains a high rotational speed, it can roll across water. Mac discovered this by not watching where he was rolling, ricocheting off a stump into the river before ending up on the other side. The Deino apparently dared him to return, and he did so to several cheers. Secondly, Sliggoo are capable of secreting slime in large amounts while semi-submerged, their bodies overproducing the mucous so quickly that Thomas decided on the spot never to give Carmen a bath in a large body of water ever again.

Third; With a seven foot tall, sharp toothed pokemon walking with you, other pokemon tend to give you a wide berth. Aside from an occasional Crocinaw swimming in the river and the plethora of small bird pokemon in the trees whistling away happily, Thomas didn't spot a single other pokemon on their walk. It was quite a nice change from the past few days of constant trainer battles, hail and so on just to walk through a sunny, canopy-covered riverside with only the sound of chatots, pidgeys and the babbling water for acoustic accompaniment. Even Mac and the Deino calmed down after a while, choosing simply to stroll through the wilderness as their destination slowly came into view over the treetops.

This side of the Eastern Ridge of the Divided Mountains was reasonably steep. Steep enough that climbing it would be difficult and camping on it's side practically impossible without a whole host of equipment Thomas didn't possess. Instead, the Feraligatr was guiding them along the riverbank to a cave that had been eroded from the mountain over thousands of years. The legend of the Divided Mountains had been passed down from story-teller to story-teller over centuries, possibly even millennia. Thomas remembered it from school, and as they came upon the yawning maw of the cave, he told it to the group of pokemon.

“Once upon a time," he started, getting their attention due to having been relatively quiet the entire trip “-not too long after Rayquaza silenced the seas and earth, the first Kangaskhan was created. She was a guardian of children, and was brought to the world to look after all the new pokemon. And for a while, she was happy. But as these pokemon grew older they no longer needed her as a mother, and once more she was left alone."

Thomas placed the small green pokemon on his shoulder as he sat down on a stump near the cave entrance. “So, seeing her unhappy the other pokemon set about finding younger pokemon for her to look after, and began reproducing. Soon, she had dozens of children, hundreds to look after and she was happy again. But as the years went by, and the hundreds turned to thousands, she realised she was able to care for every other pokemons child, but not one to call her own."

“She cried out into the night, begging for a partner with which she could have a child. She went to each and every pokemon whose children she had cared for but was shunned at every turn. Selfishly they had decided together to refuse letting her breed with one of their own; for they knew if she had her own child, then theirs would receive less attention." By now the others had gathered around Thomas, and were listening intently. “One fateful morning, the Kangaskhan decided if she could not find a partner, she would make one. Using the red clay, blue ocean and yellow grass, she crafted her partner, and as she worked she ignored the children she had been tasked to care for."

Mac chirped in suspense, and was headbutt by the Deino as a way of saying 'shut up!'. Thomas chuckled a little at their display before continuing. “So the other pokemon became angry with her and that night they defaced the statue, tearing off it's arms, scratching its face, and gouging out its chest. When she woke in the morning, the Kangaskhan was enraged. With a mighty crash of her tail, she destroyed the statue, cracking the mountains in her despair. The clay remains were flung into the ocean, forming the southern island while the imprint of her tail forms this valley.." Carmen's eyes were watering as she whimpered sadly. “The Kangaskhan left, leaving the other pokemon to raise their own young. The tale doesn't say where exactly, but it's said that this river is formed from her tears."

The group milled about in silence, the only sounds coming from the water flowing over rocks into the cave. Thomas only just realised the lack of Kangaskhan on their walk here, and how both oddly fitting that story was to tell, and how much sadder it made the ending. He took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh.

The Feraligatr took that as it's cue, tapping Thomas on the shoulder to get the man's attention. It pointed to the sun and drew its arm back across the sky to where the sun was when they had left the bioluminescent billabong. “Right, that's how long it took to get here." The Feraligatr nodded, then traced a claw around the shape of the cave “The cave, right…" It then moved it's hand as though going under something “This side of the cave to the other side?" The Feraligatr nodded again, pointing to the sun, then to being flat with the horizon “Should take us to night." It grinned, proud of the successful pantomime.

“So if we leave now, we should get to the other side around nightfall." Thomas Looked to the rest of the crew. He knew he had terrible low-light vision, but wasn't sure about the rest. “What are we expecting inside? Anything nasty to look out for?" The Feraligatr looked over the other four pokemon before giving him it's rendition of a thumbs up. “Well thanks for the escort and the hospitality. Have a safe trip back." The Feraligatr looked puzzled, as though the human was inferring some other pokemon would try to take it on. But the confusion had become a smile by the time it disappeared into the undergrowth.

“Okay folks, I'm not sure what the terrain in there is gonna be like, and not sure how well you guys are gonna cope with the darkness. So, who's confident they can navigate us through a cave?" Carmen and the Deino each raised a limb. “Righty." He knelt down and put a hand each on the Mudbray and Whirlipede. “Sorry guys, ya gotta sit this one out. If we get in trouble, I'll call on you." He ruffled the donkey pokemon's hair and scratched between Mac's antennae. They nodded and chirped their respective opinions before Thomas stood, tapping their pokeballs to retrieve them. He was of two minds about putting the smaller pokemon away, it had been nice having the little guy out even though he couldn't fight or really do anything more than a plush toy could. But holding onto him meant being less able to hold onto the cave wall. “You too mate." He said sadly, ushering the green pokemon back into the backpack.

“Okay, lead the way." He suggested as he strapped the backpack on. Thomas wanted to keep a relatively quick pace but knew taking it slower in caves was a much safer idea. He retrieved a glow-stick from one of the pockets on the bag and cracked it, the lime-green stick lighting little more than the man's hip as he clipped it to his belt. He cracked another and attached it to the bag just to be safe then pulled out the flashlight. Carmen could book it when she wanted, and as she used the moistness of the cave walls to her advantage, she was already a fair way ahead. Deino was keeping much closer, his footfalls more carefully placed as he showed Thomas where was safe to step. There appeared to be a higher up portion of the old river bed - possibly from when it was wider - which was several feet above the actual level of the water, and it was upon that that they descended into the cave.

They trekked into the darkness for several minutes before Carmen stopped dead, excitedly pointing at the wall. “What's up?" Thomas inquired as he directed the flashlight to where she was indicating. Carmen was standing at the entrance to a smaller cave system, but was pointing not at the entrance itself, but the edge of the entrance. “What did you want to- wait… is that?" Thomas was looking at a flat, worm-like pokemon very similar to the one he was carrying but with the pink gem inside replaced by a similar dark green shape. He gently poked it. It felt the same too, and didn't react. “Hold on." He said, finding space on the ground to unzip the pack and pull the little green guy out.

He held his little passenger up to face the other worm-like pokemon, shining his flashlight onto it. Despite never before having seemed to move, the pokemon leapt from Thomas' hand and into the side-tunnel with a deceptively speedy series of hops. “Shiiiiiit!" Thomas exclaimed as he realised what had just happened. “Come back!" He wailed, abandoning the pack as he charged after the little green guy flashlight in hand. He could barely keep pace with it as he slipped and stumbled over moss and stalagmites. He could hear Deino somewhere behind him and Carmen was way behind.

A hundred feet or so down the thinning tunnel and a particularly sharp set of turns slowed Thomas down enough that he lost sight of the pokemon. “Fucking COME ON!" he shouted, the walls around him reverberating with his voice. He immediately regretted using that volume as for a moment it felt like the soundwaves were gonna bring the place down. But after a few nerve wracking seconds, it died back down. He took a deep breath, exhaling grumpily. Hoping to find the little guy just around the next corner he took it more carefully and after another couple of minutes ended up walking out into a large cavern.

Thomas' eyes bulged as he stared at the half dozen black lizard looking pokemon staring at him angrily. Keeping his flashlight on the cave dwellers he raised his arm to get an ID from the pokedex. 'Salandit. It burns it's bodily fluids to create a poisonous Gas. When its enemies become disoriented from inhaling the gas, it attacks them.' The pokemon were emitting a half hiss, half growl in the man's direction, clearly annoyed by his presence.

“Hey, hey guys." He gulped. “Just, uh, just looking for a little green guy, yay big?" He held his hands out to give an approximate size, but the pokemon just glared at him. He could make out a larger form on the wall behind them, but didn't want to take the flashlight off the smaller ones in case they charged him. “Okay, I'll take it that means you haven't seen it. Thanks for your help, I'll be go-" he was about to return the way he came in when a piercing purple beam of energy shot from the tunnel, connecting with the closest black lizard. He could see in the bright flash of light the outline of a larger black lizard on the wall, narrowed eyes sparkling at the raw destructive power raining down on their kin below.

The Deino leapt from darkness to headbutt the stunned pokemon, sending the Salandit flying into the cave wall. The other five descend on the surrounded Dragon Type, with spouts of fire singeing the pokemon's furry body. Thomas reached for his pokeballs but the pack was far away, back along the tunnel. The Deino was not going to survive on his own. Thomas had to make the decision.

With a deep breath he charged into the battle, wrenching one of the Salandit's off his pokemon's back before flinging it at the wall to join its friend. Deino smacked a Salandit between the eyes with another well placed headbutt, sending it staggering into the middle of the room. Thomas saw an opportunity to kick that lizard while it was down, but instead, gently lobbed it to the side, clearing the path for any others. He noticed movement out the corner of his eye as a Salazzle crawled down from it's spot on the wall. Thomas squared off against it, standing between the Deino and her. “Don't even fucking think about it." He growled. Another Salandit went flying from behind him, crashing into the wall to lay atop the others. Then both the Salazzle and Thomas turned as the cavern began to glow a harsh white-blue light.

Thomas held his hands up, covering his eyes as any semblance of night-vision was smashed away by the sparkling onslaught. As he blinked his way back to normality, the man turned his torch around to see what had just happened. Two more Salandit get pummeled out of the way by a double headbutt. Thomas blinked again trying to make sense of the pokemon before him. It looked like The Deino, but easily twice the size, and with double the heads. Both of them focused on the last remaining Salandit. The little black lizard looked even smaller as it realised it no longer had the numbers advantage.

The Zweilous stared down it's rival, an aura of fear flowing around him as the poor little lizard fled in terror. He turned to Thomas and saw the Salazzle behind the man. It looked like the Zweilous grinned with one mouth while the other leant it's neck side to side, vertebrae popping assertively as it taunted the Salazzle. The lizard pokemon took the bait and charged around Thomas to slap the dragon once across each of its muzzles. The Zweilous took the hit, fires of rage building in his eyes as he followed his agile foe around the room. Even Thomas could see the Salazzle had Zweilous beat when it came to maneuverability, but she looked a lot more fragile than his pokemon. If the dragon could land a decent hit, Thomas knew the fight would be over. But his thoughts and strategies went out the window when a deliciously sweet smell invaded his nostrils. It was like a punch to the face with a marshmallow, and very distracting.

Thomas watched in a bit of a daze as the Salazzle circled the two-headed pokemon, putting on an interesting and almost raunchy display. The way her hips moved, the way she bowed her head and licked her lips. By the time she had made a full circuit around the Zweilous, Thomas was sporting an erection that threatened the structural integrity of his pants. It seemed as though she was making another pass, but Thomas noticed the flicker of flame too late to warn his companion. “FLA-"

The cavern was ignited in one brief instant, the gas-like source of the scent going up in flame as the Salazzle hugged the floor, mostly safe from the blast of her creation. Thomas was blown back, landing on a soft pile of unconscious Salandit bodies, and coughed as the oxygen was immediately sucked from the room. But as the flames died and the smoke settled, a worked up growl reverberated through the darkness. Surprised her target was still standing, the Salazzle barely had the time to flinch as the Zweilous opened both it's mouths and launched a twin blast of purple energy at the black lizard, the beams converging on her muzzle as she was pushed back along the floor.

She dug in and tried not to budge, but the raw draconic power of their attack was overwhelming and in a matter of seconds the Salazzles grip faltered, sending her smacking against the wall next to Thomas. Zweilous charged over, ready to deal a final blow when the lizard pokemon quickly bowed her head, looking away in a statement of submission. Zweilous barked at her. “Zwei!" His voice was much deeper, and quite unique as his two heads ever so slightly a different pitch to create a spooky harmony. She remained bowed, but turned around, her rear facing the hostile pokemon. “Zwei…" He grinned as she lifted her tail.

Thomas stared in awe as the scene before him. An hour ago the little Deino was play wrestling with Mac on the shores of a pristine river with the sun shining and birds singing. Yet in that moment, the angry ball of fluff had evolved to over twice his size and was not so much propositioning as outright dominating a female pokemon on top of the unconscious bodies of her fallen harem. Yeah, that was a fact every boy retained from Pokemon class in high school; Salazzle keep harems of Salandits to do their bidding and occasionally mate with.

But to the man it looked as though the Salazzle had possibly found a more worthy donor than the selection of males, her fearful expression occasionally giving way to a mischievous smile when she didn't think Thomas could see. The man grunted, standing as he stretched his sore body. Really it was just an excuse to get a look at the Salazzle's pussy. It was a lot different than others he'd seen, but pretty much what he expected from a reptilian pokemon. The narrow slit glistened in the scattered torchlight of the cave, even more so when a pair of curious tongues from Zweilous' twin heads licked it in turn. Salazzle's moan heralded a welcome noise. “Sli?"

Thomas turned to look at the winded purple pokemon as she took in the scene. “Not me this time." he admitted quietly, getting a curious stare from one of Zweilous' heads. “I'll explain later, you have your fun." The pokemon looked from Thomas to the Salazzle and back, not necessarily wanting his trainer to leave, but wondering why the man wanted to hang around. Thomas sat down, with the Sliggoo beside him, and in a moment that opened the Zweilous' eyes - as well as the Salazzle's - he pushed the waistband of his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free; where it was almost instantly guzzled by Carmen's hungry mouth.

The dragon pokemons two heads looked at each other and chatted a bit to themselves. When the Salazzle tried to speak up they silenced her with a synchronised “Zwei!" Turning back to each other they seemed to agree on something then barked another order. “Zweilous, Zwei!" The Salazzle turned around slowly, head still bowed but facing the Zweilous. The two headed pokemon then sat on it's rear haunches, displaying it's sizeable - but still growing - crimson cock. “Zwei." He indicated with a flick of one head in the direction of Thomas, and the particularly horny Sliggoo ravishing his tool with her flexible tongue.

The Salazzle got the message and slid her muzzle forward, towards the growing red member. With a long tongue, she flicked at it, the sensitive organ twitching by the sensual assault. She was careful with her flicks to be playful and not painful, aside from the Salazzles desire to be mounted she also didn't want to be squashed, clawed or blasted in response for injuring the Zweilous' member. Having feathered the growing member with her tongue long enough for it to be throbbingly erect, the lizard pokemon pressed her muzzle further forward, taking it's red pointed tip in her mouth. She stared back to the Sliggoo and watched as her large mouth slurped the Trainer's cock inside, a broad tongue slipping out to play with the mans balls.

Thomas grinned when he realised the Salazzle was imitating Carmen, and gave the Sliggoo a quick ruffle of her antennae; his way of showing her she was doing a good job. She murred a response, setting off nerves that caused Thomas to moan in delight. “Good girl…" He soothed “Showing that silly Lizard how to do it right." She murred a little harder at that, staring the Salazzle dead in the eye as the reptile forced her muzzle all the way onto Zweilous' member. The long red rod was much larger than Thomas would have expected for a pokemon his size, and was shaped in a similar manner as to Jeremy's. It was long and mostly tapered with a slight upward curve. Except from his unique perspective, Thomas was able to note some particularly interesting differences.

The crimson cock was not as smooth as Jeremy's, all along the underside were small nubs that looked like blunted barbs. Thomas had no doubt that they were to keep that massive cock buried wherever it was stuck. Another difference was the cock head itself. Thomas could barely make them out in the darkness but there were definitely two separate openings on the tip. He assumed it was probably part of the nature of being a two headed pokemon. The Salazzle fortunately had the perfect mouth to deal with the girthiness of the Zweilous' member, it was at least a foot long and by about the two-thirds mark had reached its maximum thickness, which Thomas estimated to be wider than his forearm. From there to the base it gently tapered back to the thickness of the man's wrist, but those last few inches were also covered in more small spike-like bumps, though they were much wider and darker in colour than those underneath.

The dragon pokemon - having tired of the Salazzle's preparation - grunted, backing up a little. She shied away in case she had somehow injured him and needed the extra few feet to better dodge any incoming attack, but instead Zweilous turned to face his Trainer.

“No problem buddy." He smiled back, rubbing down Carmen's back as he informed her of a position change. “How much do you want my cum?" He asked the pokemon, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as she looked over to her recently evolved friend.

“Sli-goooo…" She moaned, her intentions crystal clear.

The two headed dragon listened, amazed at the obviously secret relationship that had been going on under his nose. One of the heads gulped, while the other chuckled, turning to face the salazzle. “Zwei. Zweilous Zwei?" He growled, Thomas guessing rightly that he just asked the same question to the Salazzle.

“Sal…" She said nervously but her dominator grunted disapproval. “Saaaalll…" She moaned, the assertive dragon driving her wild with each command.

While Salazzle decided whether she was willing to be taken so forcefully, Carmen had already beckoned Thomas over to a smooth, flat slab of rock, doing her best to lie on her back with the shell-like mass in the way. She waggled her large suction pad invitingly, her tight entrance winking at the man with need. Thomas wasn't one to back down from such a tempting offer, stepping over to the soft pokemon as he lined his sex up with hers. But before entering, he looked over to the Salazzle, to see if she would copy Carmen again.

She did in spirit, turning away from the dragon to present herself to him. She backed up a little and he shuffled forwards until they were tip to slit. Then with a nod shared between them, Thomas and Zweilous pushed forwards at once. The combined sexual moans of all four figures melted together into a chorus of lust as the females were well and truly slick enough to grant the males entry, but tight enough that the whole process was intensely pleasurable for all.

Thomas found Carmen's pleasure zones with no trouble, hilting himself inside her and getting just the right angle to smash his cock head into a cluster of nerves, sending shivers up her soft body. He also ran hands along her torso, digging his fingers in at the right places to make her squirm. Every small movement had Carmen's antennae twitching, the pokemon hadn't been used in this way, in front of a complete stranger and a good friend. Thomas had named her as his own personal 'Cum Sliggoo' several days back and realised then exactly how much she loved it. The mere concept of being on the receiving end of the man's cum - and any other pokemon's cum he desired to fill her with - was enough to make her all warm and fuzzy. But being the sluttly little guide for a random Salazzle in the pokemons own den drove her lust to new heights.

The Zweilous took Thomas' rhythm as his own and begun pumping and grinding into the thick hips of his partner, the Salazzle's tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as the massive draconic cock stretched her in ways her tiny Salandit harem never could. With every withdrawal she whined, both from the sudden feeling of emptiness and the constant and repeated rubbing of her sensitive clit by every single blunt barb beneath Zweilous' slick shaft. The air in the cave was quickly becoming a mix of musk and whatever chemical made up the lizard pokemon's sweet scent. The combination was unlike anything the other three had ever smelled, and it fuelled their libidos like never before.

As the cloud of hazy love gas filled the group's lungs, the rhythm beat faster, human and pokemon hips alike grinding into each other with the wet sweaty slaps of boundless pleasure. Thomas initially wondered if he'd be able to outlast the Zweilous, but as they slowly fucked towards exhaustion he began to wonder whether the Salazzle's gas was meant to keep her target in a state of permanent arousal rather than pushing them towards climax. He'd not bothered to check how many minutes the group had been rutting like animals, but it was long enough for the missionary and doggy positions of Thomas and the Zweilous respectively to change twice; firstly pinning their respective cum dumpsters against the cave wall before resting their bodies while the females rode cowgirl.

By the time the sweet gas was beginning to wear off the Salandit had all regained consciousness and were jacking off to the sight of their leader fucking the brains out of the strong alpha Zweilous. Thomas could tell from the dragon type's breathing that he was getting close, the staggered breaths and twitching claws showing he was riding the edge. “Tell her what you're gonna do to her, make her beg for it." The Salazzle shot the man a deathly stare but was quickly silenced as the Zweilous' claws shot out, pinning her hips to his. The two heads leaned forward until they were either side of the female's head and began whispering. The Salazzle at one point looked over to Thomas, then down at the human cock lodged deep in the Sliggoo's belly before sighing lustfully. The Zweilous released her and it was like watching an engine go into overdrive.

The Salazzle began rapidly humping the dragon type so hard Thomas could feel it through the floor. Her hips drove down onto his like a piledriver, their combined juices splashing onto the stone as she fucked him into the ground. Then, with an all encompassing shriek of pure ecstasy, the two of them came in unison. Zweilous grabbed her waist and slammed her down one last time, the Salazzle's belly bloating from she massive volume of seed pumping into her as Zweilous bit down on each shoulder, holding her in place. One of the Salandit moved to get the pokemon off their mistress, but was held back by the rest.

As the two pokemon crashed through their intense orgasm, Thomas could tell the display had pushed both himself and Carmen to the edge. Seeing her take such a wonderful role in their oddly orchestrated private pokemon sex ed class, the man decided to see where her limits were, and what he could do to gently poke them. “Okay boys," He announced, his breath heavy and body quivering. “This is Carmen. My little cum loving Sliggoo." She murred nervously, not knowing why he was introducing her to the pack of horny pokemon. “If you want your cum to go somewhere warmer than the stone floor," Carmen's eyes went wide as she realised what Thomas was planning “Then why don't you come over here and fill her hungry mouth?" The half dozen black lizards looked between each other, trying to decide what to do. “If it's okay with her, of course."

Carmen looked nervously toward the row of small, pulsing cocks. They were fine for a pokemon that size, but nothing compared to Thomas' member. She turned back to Thomas, trying to read him with her sharp non-visual senses. He ran a loving hand down her back, soothing her. Reasoning that he was leaving it open for her to refuse if it got too out of hand, Carmen nodded in the affirmative, turning around on Thomas' cock to face away from him as the first of the Salandits approached. Thomas noticed the Salazzle grow angry and try to stand, but Zweilous pinned her down with his claws, growling. In that moment, at that time, those males were Carmens to do with as she pleased.

And she took great pleasure in having the first one saunter up to her, place both its front claws on her head and hump her open mouth like there was no tomorrow. It was only a matter of seconds before the little pokemon came, painting Carmen's mouth white with his seed. But Thomas leaned forward and gave her another command. “Don't. Swallow." Doing as her master asked, she kept the hot load in her mouth. The second Salandit hurried over, hasty to get in before the rest as he too almost immediately erupted into the Sliggoo's slimy maw. She moaned, riding the edge of her climax as the third prepared to mount her face.

“Cum for me, Carmen. Cum on my thick cock." His words sent shivers down her spine, and as the third Salandit loosed his seed across her thick tongue, Carmen came. Her body shuddered, locking down on Thomas' cock as her lips sucked the pokemon's cock dry. She moaned, but it came out all bubbly and garbled. “Cum all you want but don't swallow." He repeated, sitting up to get a better grip of her body as he pulled her torso down onto his throbbing member with all his might. “I've got a plan for that mouth full of cum."

The fourth Salandit came over and just held his cock in front of Carmen, shakily standing on his hind legs as he fired rope after rope of hot sticky cum over her face and neck, only some of it managing to hit the goopy target. The fifth pokemon stuck his cock straight in her mouth and held her head in place while he humped away. As his strokes became more forceful Thomas grabbed the lizard pokemon by the neck and squeezed. “You hurt her and I hurt you." Again the Salazzle tried to rise but was immediately shut down by Zweilous' toothy grip. Not that it would have done much, as with the man's display of force the Salandit came hard and fast. When his body went limp, Thomas threw the pokemon to the side, letting him scurry off as he looked the enraged Salazzle in the eyes.

By the time the last of the six approached Carmen, her mouth was almost entirely full and her body was barely able to remain upright from her own intense climax. Thomas held her in place with a loving embrace as the Salandit mounted her face. With a growl and a grunt he filled her to the brim, his cock leaving her suckling lips with traces of his and the other pokemon's seed still clinging to it as her mouth overflowed with the sexual cocktail. Dribbles of mixed cum ran down her chin and neck, only to be absorbed into the thin layer of mucous surrounding her body.

Carmen was well and truly dazed, but as the waves of pleasure from her orgasmic trip subsided she could focus again on Thomas' words. “Sweetie, get down and turn around." He ordered her, the Sliggoo dizzily accomplishing the task as she faced her trainer. She tried smiling to show him how happy she was but, when little spurts of the white fluid escaped from the corners of her mouth she returned to a rather bloated expression. “Okay, are you ready?" Every pokemon looked on in stunned silence as Thomas lined his cock up with her cum-filled maw. She nodded, understanding now what he had in mind. She pursed her lips ever so slightly, giving him a target to aim for. Taking a deep breath, Thomas pushed forward, slowly burying his throbbing member in her mouth. “Now swallow."

The sensation was mind numbingly sensual, as near a gallon of Pokemon cum was sucked along the man's length and down into Carmen's nigh-bottomless gullet. The sensation of the slimy seed rushing past his manhood made up for the few seconds of stagnant cave air it was exposed to, which then became all the more intense as the flow lessened enough that his cock wedged itself in the Sliggoo's throat, forcing the other pokemon's cum around it at high speed. After the initial suck, Carmen realised she was going to have to swallow properly and as her muscles clamped down on the mans member in sequence - drawing the cum around it down into her belly - Thomas finally came. “Fuck, Carmen! Ahhhhnnnn…."

The cave rang with the heavy moans of Thomas releasing his seed into his pokemon lover, filling her, sating her hunger for cum. His cock spasmed inside her throat, violently enough for the others watching on in awe to see her neck shake and pulse. The afternoon's pent up lust from the Salazzle's lingering attack poured out of him, and it felt as though a massive burden was being lifted, an aura of peace and happiness settling down as the orgasmic euphoria set in.

It was several minutes before anyone was ready to get up. Carmen was the first, wobbling over to the tunnel that would take them back to their bag. Thomas looked to the group of exhausted lizards, sighing. “Now that we've gotten that out of our system," He held up his hands in a rough display of the small green pokemon's height. “Little green dude. This big. Has a red gem in his chest. Goofy eyes. Anyone seen him?" A collection of black pointy muzzles shook at him. “Well fuck." He grumbled, retrieving his flashlight from the ground as he motioned for the Zweilous to come with. When footseps were not forthcoming, the man looked back.

One of the heads was pointed in Thomas' direction, while the other was 'looking' at the Salazzle. “Zwei?" the two heads turned to look at each other. “Zwei." “Zwei?" “Zweilous!" “Zwei…" “Zweilous!" He barked to himself, of two minds about the situation.

“Fellas." They turned to glare at the human. He couldn't see their eyes, but he could tell they were annoyed he'd stepped in on their debate. “I promise you we'll come back this way later. Fuck." He swore, realising the 'coming back' was going to be after they dropped the now missing pokemon off at the research institute. “Which may end up being tomorrow if we can't find that little guy." He turned to the Salazzle. “I'll have your alpha back to you as soon as I can, but right now, we have a situation that lies somewhere between 'new discovery' and 'Apocalypse' to sort out." He ran fingers through his hair, beads of sweat flinging into the darkness.

“Zwei?" “Zwei!" The two heads spoke at the same time, either asking Thomas if he'd keep his word or telling him he'd better keep his word depending on which head was speaking.

“I promise. But right now we have a giant green pokesperm to find, a pokesperm full Sliggoo to catch up with and an abandoned backpack containing our other two friends and all of our supplies to get back to." He huffed, stepping into the tunnel. “With my luck some bastard of a Bunnelby will have buggered off with my berries."

Zweilous turned back to the Salazzle and licked the two crescent shaped wounds on her shoulders, her keepsake from their lovemaking session and mark of his conquest. Then he made his way after Thomas, leaving the pack of lizard pokemon to sleep off their sexual adventure with Thomas Drake and his dragons.

What only took a couple minutes of running blindly into a cave to accomplish, took over a half hour to recover from as Thomas wore Carmen on his back like the pack they were trying to get back to, with Zweilous taking up the front. As they climbed up through the tunnel Thomas couldn't help but think back to the fight. “You were amazing down there." Both pokemon grunted in agreement. Thomas chuckled. “You're always amazing, down there." He said wryly to the Sliggoo “But I meant Dei- I mean, Zweilous? Gonna have to get used to that." He stopped momentarily, causing the lead pokemon to turn his heads and look at the man. “No, fuck that. You deserve a name."

Thomas began walking again, with the Zweilous also returning to pace. “Mac, Carmen… Jeremy…" He blinked the painful thoughts of his goodbye away as he focused on the climb and conversation at hand. “I wanted to make sure it was something more than just 'Dino the Deino' or 'Terry Two-Heads'. Y'know?" The Zweilous chuckled at the thought of being called 'Terry Two-Heads'. “I'm serious though. It's important that you like your name as much as I do. It might not be important to other trainers, but it is to me." They walked around a series of stalactites, a large gash taken out of one of them at approximately torch height. Thomas gulped, realising he probably caused a significant amount of irreparable damage storming down there.

“Okay, let's see." He mused, one finger scratching his chin as the other swing the flashlight at his feet. “You're pretty persistent, unafraid, apparently a wrestling fan?" The Zweilous paused to rear up on his back leags, holding its arms out in a 'flex' pose before dramatically kissing a bicep with each of its heads. Having showed off, he returned to the walk with more of a bounce in his step. “Yeah, just because I haven't had a TV in ten-ish years doesn't mean I don't know what 'Macho Machamp's' signature move looks like." The three of them shared a laugh. “Piledriver? Nah, someone'll shorten it to Pile and you don't want that."

One of the necks wrapped around the other as the Zweilous faked another move. “Chokehold? You really want an audience to be chanting 'Choke Choke Choke' at you from the stands?..." The one being choked gave the other a playful 'you're an idiot' headbutt. “Head butt isn't good either. Too easy to turn to Butthea-" The two turned to glare at Thomas. “Kidding. Kidding." The trio could see a green glow up ahead, the pack's glowstick still intact and hopefully still attached. “Good stuff." Thomas said, striding past the Zweilous as he ruffled both the heads in turn, their mops of hair tousled and uneven.

He appraised the situation when they reached the top. The crimson glow of evening bounced through the water flowing from the west, signalling the end of the day and showing how far behind they were. Well over two hours, maybe even three had been lost to that little excursion and they were no better off. With no legendary pokemon to speak of and drastically low on rations, Thomas knew there was only one thing for it. “We follow the river, and get out the other side. The map shows a pokecenter not far from the cave mouth, we should get there by midnight. We can heal up, get more supplies, contact Colman and figure out what to do next." Carmen and the Zweilous both looked crestfallen, everything they'd risked to get that pokemon somewhere safe and it all ends in a cave half the world away from where their destination lay. Thomas smiled as a memory of his youth filled the darkness around him.

Many years ago, one of his classmates brought a shiny Pichu into class for show and tell, it having been given to them by their father as a birthday present. When word got around that such a rare pokemon was on school grounds, one of the older kids set about stealing it. During lunchtime he snuck into the classroom, raided the teachers desk and ran off. Thomas saw them leaving the room with his friend's personalised ball and made chase. He eventually stopped them just outside school grounds, with teachers in tow curious as to the squabble. Thomas demanded they hand the ball back, but the theif feigned ignorance. So Thomas launched himself at them, punching, kicking, scratching, using everything he had to wear the bully down. The teachers tried to intervene but the kid shouted something about being off school grounds and their father being a lawyer.

At the time, all Thomas knew was that meant he was the only one willing to get the pokeball back. He received an almighty thumping from the older kid, but stalled them long enough for a policewoman to stop by and demand the kid hand over the pokeball. When he got home his father sat him down. The rest of the memory was a blur of action and sensation; each punch landed was remembered alongside each one received. But as his father spoke, the hazy filter over the detail was lifted, the strong words resonating within his mind so clearly it was as if his father was there in the darkness. “No need to be so cavalier with your life, son. There are people in this world who will fight those battles for you. But I'm proud you took it upon yourself to be that person for someone who needed it when no-one else would."

He was shaken out of the memory by Carmen tapping his knee, his looking down to her dislodging a tear as Thomas pushed the memory of his father back inside. “Sli?" She asked sympathetically.

Thomas pat her on the head, trying to keep his mind in the present. “It's okay. I'm okay. Just got a bit lost for a moment." He took a step towards Zweilous, kneeling before the pokemon to get closer to head height with the two minds. “Cavalier." The pokemon's heads looked to each other, then back to Thomas, expecting an explanation. “It's got two meanings. First, it's a knight; a gallant hero come to save the day. Secondly, it's about being hot-headed, dominating and arrogant." One of the heads snorted derisively at the man while the other nodded in acceptance of that last fact. “What happened down there was a defining moment. Out of the darkness, the knight came, striking down his foes with ease. But when it came to facing a woman, he took control and handled it accordingly. Sounds pretty spot on, to me."

The Zweilous considered the name 'Cavalier.' It did suit his attitude, and wasn't something that could easily be turned around to mock him. The two heads chatted back and forth as Thomas made sure the rest of the bag was intact, their voices forming a soft mutter over the sound of running water echoing throughout the cave. 'Zwei.' One of them said, getting Thomas' attention. They nodded in unison. “Zweilous."

“Then may I officially welcome you to our humble adventuring party, Cavalier." Thomas held out a hand for the pokemon to shake, which he did albeit somewhat awkwardly. The three of them shared a grin before Carmen tapped Thomas on the leg again. “What's up?" He asked, getting ready to sling the bag over his shoulder.

“Sli, sliggoo goooo…" She pointed to her belly and wobbled a little.

“Okay, but just for a bit." He smiled, popping Carmen's ball from its holder and zapping her back inside. “Right, Cavalier. Let's keep on keepin' on." Thomas pulled a stick of white chalk from the bag. It was meant to be for keeping bird pokemon beaks sharp and was part of a small pokemon trainer kit that came free with his massive equipment purchase back in Cannab. He marked the cave entrance with a 'T', the moisture helping to make the mark thick and stand out in the low light. Cavalier barked from up ahead, forcing THomas to stop admiring his work and catch up. If they had any hope of finding the little green pokemon, they'd have better luck knowing which of the many tunnels it bounded down. He took one last look at the stone entrance, and curiously the other green pokemon was nowhere to be seen.

The pair walked for nearly an hour down the tunnel before a whisp of wind caught Thomas on the neck. At first he ignored it, but when it happened again, he turned his flashlight from the floor to the walls and ceiling of the tunnel. One of the heads turned back to look at the man, Cavalier interested in what had Thomas suddenly spooked. “I dunno," He muttered, looking around. “Felt like something was brushing my neck." He focused the beam back on the floor, when the hint of a noise behind him caused Thomas to turn sharply.

The Crobat smashed headfirst into Thomas' chest, the impact sending the man flying over Cavalier and onto the stone path ahead. With the wind knocked from his chest he couldn't warn his pokemon of the near-super-sonic danger until he too had been attacked. The air parted with a thunderclap as the Crobats wing slashed at one of Cavalier's necks. The pokemon reeled in pain and shock as the flyer pulled an insane Aerial feat by making a full 180 degree turn with less than a couple foot of clearance before shooting back towards the dragon type.

Thomas - still barely able to breathe - fumbled with the backpack strap, attempting to dislodge the various pokeballs. One hand had pulled out Cavaliers while the other had the Mudbrays. But he was distracted momentarily by purple beams of draconic power carving up the cave roof, rocky debris cascading into the river below as each blast fell wide of its mark. Cavalier yelped as it was crashed into again, this time the nightmarish bat sinking its fangs deep into one of the necks, yanking it up and over the river. Thomas acted quickly and zapped the debilitated pokemon back into its ball before it could drown while simultaneously releasing the Mudbray.

“Cr- crob-b…" was all the man could manage with his broken ribs, the Crobat illuminated for the briefest of moments by the golden beam of his flashlight before it landed a flurry of blows against the donkey pokemon's hide. Thomas also summoned Mac into the fray, pointing to the darkness as he wheezed. Blood trickling from the corners of his mouth as he coughed red onto his sleeve, Mac going wide eyed as he stared off into the cave. Realising a directional spotlight would be less useful than a omni-directional lamp, The man slammed the flashlight down, activating lamp mode with one hand to illuminate the immediate area.

The Mudbray and Mac backed up to Thomas protecting him as he held their balls tight. As soon as his voice returned he would call for help. If he was lucky it could get the Salazzles attention, or perhaps another denizen more likely to be kind to the man and his companions. But he didn't get the chance.

In a split-second Thomas witnesses the face of death. The nightmarish visage of the Crobat descended with such speed and ferocity, not one of the three had time to react. It extended one of its wings, slicing down along the Mudbray's flanks before ramming full speed into Mac. Thomas could feel the bug's hardened shell shatter from the impact, the ground reverberating as shockwaves were poorly dispersed. A spray of blood stained the man's face as his four legged friend was carved open, the pokemon's silent cry of agony somehow deafening in the deep cave. Before the bodies could hit the floor, he had depressed their respective pokeball's buttons sending thm hurtling into whatever place pokemon go when they are removed from time and space.

As the remaining mudbray blood spattered to the floor, Thomas clipped their balls to his pack. His breath having barely returned, he knew he wouldn't get far, but he needed to try. He chose his moment well, ducking under an outstretched wing by pure luck as he leapt to his feet. His mind superimposed his old schoolyard into the darkness as he tore off into the darkness, lantern in hand. His chest burned and his eyes watered. The tang of metal on his tongue a constant reminder of his injuries as he slid to a stop, ducking. Again he proved his timing to be correct as the Crobat sailed overhead, screeching in anger. Picking himself up again he continued his sprint, past the old recess bell and up the steps to the rear courtyard. He slid to a stop again, his body crouching but was flung to the wall as the demonic bat crashed into his shins. Falling to the ground he felt one of the pokeballs pop free of the holder, and was launched into the darkness. “Noooo" he wheezed as the Crobat returned to finish the job.

It's wide jaw clamped down on the man's neck, one fang lodging itself in his jugular while the other pierced his right ear. The pain was unbearable, but the hope of unconsciousness was swiftly removed from the equation as the pokemon began to suck. Thomas' mind swam and vision blurred, the world turning to nothing but pain and unfocused purple.

Then light. Searing light. And movement. The fangs were gone, but the pain remained. He tried to move, to roll over and face the movement. To see what was happening. But there was nothing he could do. As darkness closed around him he looked up into the inky blackness.

His last thought of Jeremy, and how he'd so completely failed him.

“Jeremy"

Then nothing.

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