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"Huh...this is it?" Carson rubbed his brown-haired head a bit and covered his brow as he looked up towards the entrance of the cave before him. "Charred Cave...it doesn't even look that charred. This is what the whole hullabaloo is about?"

A fairly experienced spelunker, Carson was all about new challenges and new experiences. Some called him crazy, for daring to tread through caves without a single Pokémon companion, putting himself at the mercy of whatever was inside...as if Pokémon frequently attacked non-trainers all the time or something like that. He had powered through some rather tough caverns in his life, and usually came out mostly unscathed - there had been a few mishaps, but nothing too serious. Of course, Carson knew every time that he was tempting fate, and that one day he might not come back out...but if that was the case, then so be it. He knew what risks he was taking, he couldn't say he went in blind.

This, however...did not seem like the one that would do him in.

"I don't get it. It's been on the Banned Travels list for as long as there's BEEN a Banned Travels list. But there's no record of Pokémon attacks. No special hazards listed that make going through more dangerous than normal. No major labyrinth - the few people who've been down there say it's a straight shot. Nothing other than some age-old rumors that some people who go down there never come out. And I know caves where that's been TRUE that aren't on the list. Why would this place be of any note at all?"

Shaking his head, he hoisted his pack again and entered. Maybe he could find out what the deal was...but more likely, this would be nothing more than a routine delve that would amount to not even that fancy an experience. Well, at least he'd be able to say he did it.

---

The initial descent was far from noteworthy. Plain volcanic rock walls, not too much in the way of significant features...the only thing that would be unexpected was that it was fairly warm inside, and seemed to be getting warmer. And even that was a stretch to call 'unexpected' - after all, given the name, he expected there to be heat and fire within. And he hadn't seen fire yet...though, perhaps that was possible deeper inside.

Although the cavern didn't have an official map, he had one from some of the spelunkers that had gone through to see what the fuss was about before him. There were supposed to be six chambers, two smaller ones earlier on leading to larger ones further down the path, before the exit at the cliff base on the other side. And true to the map, Carson encountered the two smaller chambers within about half an hour of entry. Given the volcanic origins, it wasn't exactly a surprise to see some steam vents and smokers, but they were definitely more interesting than everything else so far. And they ended up making some decent stalactites, being a source of water that could eventually form the calcified structures. Nothing he hadn't seen before, but still neat.

Deeper on he went, and again he encountered nothing significant, no Pokémon or dangers or anything like that. Just a routine cave, like the ones Carson had started out on. About the only thing he might have worried about was lava, and that seemed unlikely - this area hadn't really been volcanically active in a long time. Maybe the lower chambers would have some cool sights, though, he'd heard that empty magma chambers could sometimes have some nifty formations.

It was about an hour into his expedition that he came to the fork in the road. Out came the map, so he could see where the two directions led...and then he paused. Wait a second...

The map showed no fork.

Not even a hint of where one should be. It wouldn't have surprised him at all if they had left in a placeholder for a path they never traveled down - that was something done often for caves that were poorly traversed. But to have nothing? Not even an indication that there was a split path? That was unusual. It could have been that they missed it, but Carson could see it pretty clearly, it would be a hard miss.

Of course he was going to take it. The road less traveled and all that.

The heat continued to build as he entered the mystery fork. Enough that he was sweating pretty hard before too long, making his clothes a bit uncomfortable. Normally he had the opposite problem, most caves got too cold the further down you went. He had dressed warmly enough to prepare for that, but now it seemed that shedding garments would be the smart idea. Of course, that would require stopping and undoing his pack, which he liked to avoid doing too much, as it was rather exhausting in its own right. He would do it soon, if the conditions kept up as they were...

Something was odd, though. It felt like the caves were getting smaller around him. The passage hadn't been huge to start with, but he was feeling like it was constantly scraping against the top of his head now. There was less lateral space too, he was sure of it even though he hadn't actively been measuring. This was of course a hazard that he could come across on an unexplored path, and a bit disappointing, but that was how it went. However, he did want to go until the passages became too small for him to traverse on foot - he wasn't going to crawl and risk getting himself stuck when he didn't have to.

A good caver always knows his limits. Much as I like to push mine, there's always a point where the risk isn't worth it. The whole "it'll be fine" mindset is what gets rookies in trouble...what?

Without warning, there was a sudden flare-up of heat. Carson could feel it almost like a weight pressing on him...it was heavy, almost tangible, and it really felt exhausting. Before he could make sense of it, it hit again, and he went onto his knees...and then again, and he collapsed to the ground. Not just like a weight, it felt like actual weight was pushing down on him, keeping him from rising up...his body was pressed down, but it didn't feel like a rock or anything, nothing solid, just...weight.

And then the heat flared up, higher and higher, and the weight pushed harder. Carson groaned as he attempted and failed to push back...all he could do was concede to it, feel the crushing sensation push at him, like it was going to flatten him. And then...a weird sensation throughout his body...was it actually flattening him? He felt like he was getting smaller, like he was being pushed so hard that it was altering his shape. His clothes were starting to feel loose, he was starting to feel odd all throughout his body...

The prickling all over his skin was what stood out most after the pressure that seemed to be compressing his body. It was like an itching that he couldn't scratch, a burning he couldn't soothe, and that was spreading all over his skin, making him whimper a bit. There was some odd twisting in his face, like it was becoming stretched...in his spine, too, at the base, something stretching and pushing. Towards his groin, something pulling and warping especially uncomfortably. In his hands, the digits getting stubbier, the nails thickening, one of his fingers just seeming to disappear entirely. His feet were having the same problem, broadening and flattening and nails reshaping and toes merging together. And through it all, the intense crushing pressure that seemed to be molding his body into a much more compact space, and the heat...

The heat...actually felt pretty good?

He was caught up in darkness, his clothes now enveloping him completely, but the one thing he was starting to notice was that the formerly oppressive heat was getting to feel nice. Not any less hot, but like the hot felt more right for him. And it just kept getting hotter, and kept feeling righter. Even as other parts felt wrong...no, no, that wasn't right either, they felt different, but for some reason not wrong, not like they had at first...

The pressure suddenly released...that weight was gone, his breathing was no longer labored, and he could move semi-properly...he scrambled out of the overly-large garments, clawing to the surface and standing up...and immediately noticing that the ceiling was well overhead, and well-lit despite his lack of flashlight. Suddenly he got a sense of foreboding...turning his head, his suspicions were confirmed - he'd traded the flashlight for a candle, one that was firmly affixed to his butt.

...What the fuck. I'm a Charmander?

It seemed absurd, but looking himself over - and he could look himself over pretty good considering he no longer had clothes on - everything about his body fit the description of a Charmander. He sure as hell didn't know how, or why, but that sort of didn't matter much when one had changed form entirely - first thought on his mind was how do I turn back?

No answer came to him...but something did. He jumped a bit as his clothes suddenly ignited - the heat in the chamber had spiked, and things were starting to flash-burn. He could only watch as his clothes and pack went ablaze, no chance that they weren't going to be completely destroyed before it was over.

"Well...shit. I had some expensive stuff in there."

---

There were two advantages to the change. One was the natural light from his tail that made sure he wasn't lost in total darkness. The second was that being shrunken down like this meant he could go through the smaller passages descending deep into the cavern.

Especially good because his way back seemed to have disappeared. He'd tried, but hit solid rock not that far on. Now he was starting to suspect that that was why the fork had been missed before - for some reason, it only existed occasionally. And he'd had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

So, onward he went. In the least ideal situation possible - no provisions, no map, no idea where he would end up, and in the body of a Pokémon. Well, okay, the last one was maybe not the worst thing in the world in this situation, at least he could defend himself...he even found that fire-breathing came pretty naturally. Though, he wasn't sure what good fire would be against most things down here - something told him that they were probably just as good, if not better at it.

The smaller passage was brightening up further in, meaning he didn't need his new tail for help anymore. But it was curious, this deep in light wasn't the most typical thing to see. He went forward, and the passage opened up to a moderately-sized chamber...and Carson's eyes went wide open. Not only was it huge, there was LAVA! All over the place! Bubbling around in pools all around him, giving off a sulfuric scent that was surprisingly pleasant on his nose. He'd never seen anything like this, never thought he would, lava was far too dangerous to be around in caves where the heat could be trapped. Now, though...he knew Fire-types had no upper temperature limit they could handle, that was why they could live in volcanoes and such. Which meant that he could take a dip and it would probably feel really good.

Carson shook his head. Tempting as that suddenly felt, he had to figure out what was going on, where he was. This didn't seem like Charred Cave anymore...if it was, there was something off about it. Trying to think about his next course of action, he was caught off-guard by the last thing he expected: voices.

"Well, well...it's been a long time since the last new blood, hasn't it?"

"Far too long...I'm glad to see someone finally made it."

Carson turned hurriedly towards the voices. Two figures had approached from a larger entryway on the far side of the chamber. A Charmeleon and Charizard, both looking right at him...aggressively, it felt, though not threateningly. They weren't exactly putting Carson at ease, though. "Uh...I'm...glad, I guess, to see someone? Should I rethink that?"

"Heh, I hope not. That would be a damper on the introductions. Who're you?"

"Uh...my name's Carson...you?"

The Charmeleon grinned more broadly. "I'm Dravik. The big lug is Raktur. Been a long time since we needed a welcoming committee, but we were happy to fill the role. Welcome to Charred Cave - the REAL one."

"The...real one?"

"The thing that humans call Charred Cave, that's just a pretty normal cave," explained Raktur. "The place you found is the actual Charred Cave - called that because when you enter, you get Charred. As in, turned into a Charmander. Only about one in ten humans can enter...we don't know why that is, we just know it is, or at least that's what's been passed down to us."

That was a lot to take in. "So, wait, those old rumors were true? People enter and then never come back out...because they're turned into Pokémon?"

"Pretty much, yeah. Though, NEVER is a bit much...it's possible for us to leave. Most of us just don't WANT to...it's a Char paradise, and it's home for us. You'll feel that way too - part of what this place does. We can go out into the world, but there's always a draw for us to come back."

Carson had his doubts that he'd feel the same way, but it was early yet. "Okay...well, uh, has anyone ever gotten, uh, de-Charred?"

Dravik snickered. "Can you unburn a log?"

"Fuck. That's what I was afraid of..." The newly-turned lizard took in a deep breath and let it out a little shakily. He'd been keeping it together pretty well so far, just the absurdity of it all hadn't sunken in...but learning that this was an irreversible state was definitely starting to force it all into a stark light. It's not the worst thing in the world, I have to remember that...I'm still myself, in my mind, and it's not like my brain's not changed to make it feel normal. Being human isn't like an accomplishment or anything, it's just how I was...I could walk out right now and I'd be able to do, well, probably close to everything I could do before.

"Don't worry...a little while here and you'll wonder why you ever were human in the first place," said Raktur. "The people who can enter here, they were the ones who were meant to be changed. That's why most can't even see it - it's only those who have an affinity for the shape that can know of this place."

"R-right...if you say so. So, uh...were you two...transformed, as well?"

"Nope. We were born here. You transformed humans, you can't evolve for some reason, no one knows why. You've got plenty of power packed in those small bodies, mind, so you're not weak or anything, but you're not getting any bigger. Those like Dravik and myself, we were born from transformed humans but we're not transformed ourselves, so we can evolve."

"Not sure I get how that works, but I'm gonna guess you don't, either. So, uh, how many are there down here?"

Dravik shrugged. "Hundreds? Thousands? More than we all know. Probably about a hundred fifty, two hundred direct transformees, a lot more of us non-primes. We get a few non-Char Pokémon visitors here and there, but basically you're going to see a lot of our three forms. Some of them have been down here for a pretty long time...since we don't age the same way humans do, you can live a pretty long life here. And there's all the food and space you could want here - a little bit of paradise for us."

"Paradise, huh? I guess I'll have to say I'll believe it when I see it..." Carson figured that was probably coming, and rubbed his head, which was aching a little trying to process everything.

"Oh, you'll see it all right! We have to bring you there, for your initiation!"

"Do I want to know?"

"It's nothing bad," Raktur snickered. "It's just the two of us giving you a proper welcome into Charred Cave. Making you feel welcome, feel at home. You don't have to do too much, and it's not dangerous, I can promise you that."

He wasn't entirely sure if they were on the up-and-up, but Carson really didn't feel he had much option other than to trust them. It wasn't like he was going anywhere at the moment. "Okay...well, I guess I'm kinda being railroaded here anyway, so why not. But if this is gonna be one of those cases where I get the chief's daughter all hot and bothered with some kind of prowess I never knew I had, and then there's a whole thing where it's a fight between me and the chief or one of her other suitors or something, I really don't want to be any part of that."

"I have no clue what you're talking about," laughed Dravik. "But regardless, you have no worries. We have neither chiefs nor daughters here!"

"I guess that's good...wait. No daughters? At all?"

"Not a one," confirmed Raktur. "Charred Cave is all male. Not a single female among the transformed, nor among the offspring."

"What? Wait, how? First off, how can you even HAVE offspring if there aren't any women?!"

"A lot more easily than you think," replied Dravik with a snicker. "Just because we don't have any females doesn't mean we don't have breeders. And some of 'em start out different but become breeders, too, or are just naturally 'flexible' that way. But yeah, they're all males, every one of them. And before you ask, no, we don't know why, either."

"Figures...I suppose I shouldn't have expected answers to ALL my questions. Even the ones I didn't know I had. This is too much..."

"Then it's time to relax you. Come on, let's go out. Once we've initiated you, you'll feel a lot better."

"Yeah, okay." The doubt was thick in Carson's voice, but he joined Dravik and Raktur anyway as they headed towards the passage. Not like he had many other options, he was stuck here until he got the whole score anyway...

Wait...out?

---

Nothing could have prepared him. Of course, when one was dealing with a place that didn't exist on the outside, how could one be prepared?

Despite going what seemed like deeper into the cave, passing through several chambers where there were a smattering of other Chars of various stages and more lava pools and other structures, they emerged at an opening that led to a very outdoors area. And the view of it took Carson's breath away. It was beautiful! The sun beat down overhead providing ample, wonderful heat. The scent of fire mixed with other things in the air. The sound of steaming hot springs bubbling, geysers bursting. And the plants and the trees...he could scarcely believe his eyes, dark-colored trunks bearing leaves of brilliant amber, vermilion, and cinnabar, making it look like a forest fire that was its own forest. "Are those...are those really Flagrant Oaks?"

"Heh, not just Oaks, but yeah." Raktur was grinning widely at the newly turned Charmander's awe. "We got Flagrant trees of all sorts of types, as well as firebush, fireweed, magma shrubs, and all sorts of other heat-loving plants."

"Holy shit! Those...I thought those were myths! People have been scouring the planet for them! This is just incredible...how does this place even exist? I thought we were deep underground, we just kept going down..."

"Don't really know, don't really care," snickered Dravik. "I guess whoever made this place thought it was be a pretty crappy time if we had to live in caves all the time, never seeing the sun or anything. It's definitely not underground, but those who venture out confirm it's not a place that'll show up on any map, or can be accessed by anyone except through this cave...unless they're one of the ones who were changed or have lived here and are of our bloodline. We have a special gift - if we leave, we can return with basically a thought, any time we want."

"Seriously? There's some crazy magic going on around here. Gotta be legendary involvement. Okay, I'm definitely going to try to learn all I can about this place, this is the coolest thing I've ever seen. It almost makes up for the whole 'my life is totally twisted now' thing."

"Glad you approve, but I'm guessing it doesn't feel like home yet, does it?"

"Home? Well, I mean...it's awesome, and I definitely feel how it's suited for me, but I can't quite call it home, really."

"That's what the initiation is for," explained Raktur. "Those who just arrive do tend to feel disconnected, until given a proper welcome by those who are already here. Once they've been properly greeted by some of the natives here, they come to feel the spirit of this place in them, the connection that they need to call it home. Only then can they call upon the power to return...though, many prefer to stay. They have lives here that are very fulfilling to them, and no shortage of people around to enjoy life with."

"Okay...I'm still a bit on edge about that, to be honest, but maybe it'll fell different once I've gone through this initiation." As the other two stopped in a small circular clearing in the middle of the vibrant forest, he stopped with them, looking around. "I'm guessing we're here...so, what does this all entail, then?"

"It's very simple," said Raktur with a grin as Dravik stepped behind Carson, and then suddenly snatched him up. The Charmander yelped, squirming at first, until he felt a claw press down in a spot at his groin, at which point he seized up. The sudden jolt when that claw had made contact with that spot had hit hard...and it had felt GOOD...

"What it entails," Dravik hissed teasingly into his ear, "Is getting you some tail."

Somehow that idea hadn't crossed Carson's mind at all...he'd envisioned some kind of bizarre ritual of some sort, something that would look kooky but all make sense somehow in the end, or alternatively some kind of hazing-type prank like you might get in a fraternity or a ghost house. None of those thoughts were on his mind at the moment, that claw pushing into his body was sort of short-circuiting his brain. This wasn't something he'd ever had before, this spot that something could actually slip inside, which felt far more sensitive than anything he'd ever been equipped with as a human, and he wasn't even sure how to process it besides pushing into it and moaning out breathlessly.

"Heh, first time's always the most intense...but trust me, you still enjoy it a ton after you get used to it." Dravik was still holding him tight against his body, and now Carson could feel something hot and wet and stiff against his back. The intention was very clear at this point, but the haze of pleasure his mind was under effectively dispelled any reservations he might have had - this despite his previous self having never even thought about a male sexually before. It wasn't like that was the biggest change he'd gone through lately...

A bit of sharpness came back to him, though, as he saw Raktur approaching, the Charizard's imposing size becoming more and more clear as he neared Carson and Dravik. In the middle of his groin, the freshly-turned Charmander could see a swelling and parting...his mind made the connection between what he was seeing and feeling a split second before he saw the tip of the bigger Pokémon's dick start to push out. His eyes widened as he saw it grow before his eyes, filling out in length and girth quite robustly in a very short period of time. By the time it stopped, the thing was at least half as long as Carson was tall...and right in front of his face. The deep, sulfuric musk was tickling his nose in the most pleasant way, making him even more breathless.

"Why don't you give a little bit of a rub to it?" Raktur grinned widely as he sat in front of Carson, his shift right up in the Charmander's business. Carson might have had a bit of experience playing with his own tool before, but certainly never a Pokémon's, especially not one so massive...he had brief doubts that there was that much he could do, but cast them away and reached out to stroke the tip with his fingers. It was so incredibly hot, and that felt so GOOD to his touch...each breath in was letting him take in more of its scent, which was also wildly arousing. He was only dimly aware that his own cock was pushed out of his new slit, providing something else for Dravik to play with, and the Charmeleon wasn't holding back, that clawed hand rubbing and squeezing and making Carson shudder with insane pleasure.

Soon the Charmeleon's grip shifted, no longer restraining the smaller mon against his body. His other arm went lower, wrapping around Carson's midsection and raising him up a bit, pushing him more into Raktur's shaft. The Charmander could feel a poking around his tailhole...he may not have ever fancied males before, but he still had an idea of what they did when they did this sort of thing, and there was no way he was prepared for it. Yet, something wasn't letting him put up any protest, quelling uncertainty before it could be voiced...like he somehow knew it wasn't going to be a problem, and that new part of him very much WANTED what was being offered...

Dravik thrust in before he could sort all that out in his brain. The Charmeleon didn't go at all gentle, hilting Carson in one fell swoop - yet, what came of it was not a sharp pain but a rush of ecstasy that bolted through him, making him cry out in shock and joy. His own shaft pulsed a dollop of precum onto Raktur's shaft, making it even wetter as he clung to the giant staff to keep himself upright. Dimly, he felt like that shouldn't have felt THAT good, but he was having a hard time caring about that inconsistency when he had to deal with the intense feelings of both pleasure and fullness within him. The Charmeleon was BIG, maybe not as big as Raktur but still quite a bit larger than what it felt like he should have been able to handle, yet he was doing more than handling it, he wanted more.

More was what he got, as Dravik started to work into a rhythm, pulling out and pushing in with a slow draw at first, getting steadily quicker as Carson's moans escaped him. There was no question he was loving the hell out of this, already his body was compelling him to push back and his mind was rapidly settling into the idea of being gay rather than straight - if it felt this good, what concern was there to have? His squirming body was offering something else, too, rubbing against Raktur's cock and making the Charizard rumble in pleasure as he was given some additional stimulation. He was producing his own pre, making a bit of a mess against Carson's body, not that he particularly minded...then a shot of it splattered into his open mouth. He clamped it shut and swallowed, almost by accident, his first reflex being shock and mild disgust, both of which quickly evaporated when his mind registered the pleasantness of the bigger reptile's flavor. Tasty and satisfying on a level he couldn't totally fathom, relaxing him further into the acts they were performing...when he opened his mouth again, it was to lick at the tip of Raktur's tool, trying to coax more of it out and get more of that taste. And then he found he didn't even need to wait that much, the Charizard's pole itself was plenty flavorful and delightful to lick.

As Dravik worked him harder, Raktur scooted a bit closer, making sure Carson was almost slightly pinned against his shaft. The end result was that Dravik's thrusts were helping Carson rub against it, both frotting his own leaky cock against the much bigger one and working his body against it as his arms were wrapped around it. That heat that Raktur's dick was radiating was making him feel so good, as was the heat that Dravik was pouring directly into him...he didn't know how he could feel overheated as a Fire-type, but this was about as close to that as he could imagine. And he wanted more...his mouth clamped down around the tip of Raktur's cock, now he was drinking the Charizard's pre as it came out, his tongue lapping over and even slightly into the tip, getting half-roar moans out of Raktur as he did. He could feel his heart racing, his head spinning, nothing but the wanton pleasure of sex that coursed through his brain effortlessly.

And somehow, it could still get better. He was completely unprepared for his climax, it hit him like a truck - he pulled his mouth off of Raktur's shaft to let out a loud cry as he unloaded, his own steaming spunk shooting against the Charizard as his body rocked against that tool. Making a rather significant mess...but it didn't matter a moment later, as Raktur roared out and made his own. It was like a blazing geyser, showering out from that enormous shaft and raining down on him and Dravik, covering them in hot white seed. Some of it was caught in Carson's mouth, the fierce taste of it so much more potent than anything else so far, and he gulped down what he could. Then he felt a tongue on his head...Dravik was licking up cum from the top of his head, working his cock in at a frenzied pace as he too tried to join in on the fun. It didn't take long, he let out his own smaller roar a few pumps later, driving in and making his seed splash all over the Charmander's insides. That hotness welled up inside him, making him feel even more full and even hotter and overall even happier.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the pure rush of pleasure from every direction overwhelming Carson's brain briefly and leaving him in a mindless state while he rode it out. Even as it faded and reality reasserted itself, he felt an enormously relaxing bliss permeate his entire being...he was looser, less stressed, the worries about his change seemed to have melted away entirely. Everything felt good, felt nice...

And then suddenly he was pulled away from Raktur by Dravik. The somewhat rude awakening left him no time to react as the Charmeleon pulled out of him and then turned him around, putting him on the ground. Confusion reigned in Carson's mind, until he noticed a shadow over him...his heart skipped a beat as he saw the Charizard taking position behind him, felt him grab Carson's tail and hold it high, felt the tip of that huge shaft press against his tailhole. Nervousness returned...Dravik had been big but not dauntingly so, but THIS...

But Dravik was making sure he wasn't going anywhere, holding him down on all fours. "Relax...you're gonna love this, I promise."

Carson wasn't as confident as that...but, the two hadn't done anything to hurt him yet. So he tried to follow, relaxing as they suggested, trying to prepare himself for what was coming...he couldn't really be prepared, didn't know how to, but he had to try. And then he felt Raktur push, HARD...he tensed again, bracing himself so that he wasn't shoved forward rather than taking in that enormous cock, and he felt it push in, stretching him wide...

By all rights he should have been in quite a bit of pain, at least that was what his rational mind was telling him. But that wasn't even coming close to happening...oh, he FELT that stretch, that invasion of his body warping him, but his was taking in without a hint of discomfort, it felt no less good than when Dravik had been inside him, and the tension was released in a long, low moan that sent smoke billowing from his mouth. Further and further the Charizard worked into him, drawing back and bucking in a bit deeper each time, until he felt that scaly groin press up against his rear. His body certainly felt like it was visibly stretched out with the amount of cock that was inside him, but he couldn't have been less bothered by that idea.

Raktur was starting to hump him now, and he along with Dravik were keeping Carson still so that he wasn't shoved around by the immense force the Charizard could apply. Dravik's hold on him was putting his still-hard shaft in front of the Charmander's face...almost without thinking about it, Carson opened his mouth and lunged forward to snatch the tantalizing rod, catching the Charmeleon off-guard and getting him in a loud moan of his own. He pushed forward, making is easier for Carson to do as he wanted...Carson's paws clung to Dravik's ankles as he started to bob back and forth along the thick tool, it was quite a mouthful and quite a throatful as he went deeper on it, but he wasn't having any more trouble taking it than he had taking it from the other end. And the taste of it was only encouraging him...it was like Raktur's but milder, less intense but still quite fulfilling, the scent and taste were touching parts of his brain that were quite approving.

Carson could feel his own shaft throbbing hard again, spurred back into life by the cacophony of stimulation he was experiencing. Less reserved than ever, he actively pushed into the two bigger reptiles, diving forward on Dravik and then shoving back into Raktur as the big Charzard thumped into him. Each time he got thrust into by that huge cock he felt it work deep into his body, warming him even more...both of them were also gushing plenty of precum into him, which he eagerly took in and which provided an even more intense heat that sent thrills through him. He could only imagine that this was what a lava bath might feel like to him, except this was mostly warming his inside rather than his outside. And there was more warmth to come...he swallowed and clenched, trying to work over the other two and get what they had to offer him, that wonderful heat and pleasure that he knew they could give him...

As keyed up as Carson was, he still wasn't the first to go off this time around. Dravik beat him to it, crying out as he unloaded into Carson's mouth and throat, that strong fiery taste lighting up the Charmander's tongue and the heat firing up his core even further. He swallowed eagerly, not letting a drop escape him, amazed that he could have at one point ever NOT desired that wonderful seed...that little extra rush was just enough for him, he moaned around Dravik's cock as he came as well, spraying several gushes of his own fluid onto the ground, making a nice little pool beneath him. His orgasmic throes caused him to cling to Raktur's cock even further, working it more than ever, trying to get him to join in.

And with a roar, Raktur did. If Carson had thought he was full before, he didn't even know what full WAS...his eyes bugged out as he felt that geyser of seed go off inside him, pumping him with round after round of blazing-hot fluid. His gut rapidly filled out, the cum having nowhere to escape with that huge plug taking up the only exodus, making him moan a lot more as he felt himself get filled up beyond what he thought his limits were. It felt so oddly satisfying, though...that stretch was relaxing rather than straining, he felt like he could just rest like that for an age, with a rounded gut crammed full of cock and cum, just laying there for a day and doing nothing. He couldn't ever remember feeling that level of pure satisfaction before, he wasn't even sure it would have been possible as a human.

Eventually Raktur wrapped an arm around him and laid down onto his side, holding Carson still embedded on his cock and relaxing with him on the ground. The Charmander felt mildly bloated, but in a way that was so wonderful rather than unpleasant...he had a blissful smile on his face that wasn't going anywhere any time soon. He felt Dravik cuddling up to him as well, ensuring he was surrounded by warmth both inside and out. It felt so comfortable...so nice...so right. They were right...without a doubt, this was a place where he belonged and where he fit perfectly. It had been a weird day, but where it had led was well worth it...new friends, new experiences, and most importantly, a new home.

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But Carson wasn't a homebody. That simply wasn't his style.

"Are you sure you want to leave so soon? It's only been a few weeks." Dravik looked a bit disappointed. "There's so much more for you to get to know."

Carson nodded to him; the Charmander was outfit with a new pack, one that had been made from materials from around the paradise area and was a perfect fit for his new body. "I know. And I'm not gonna be gone forever...this really is a good place for me, it feels right. But I love to go out, see new places and explore. I may have changed, but that hasn't. And since I feel like my body can more than handle that sort of thing, I want to go see more."

"You know that you will be eagerly welcomed back whenever you return," Raktur said with a nod. "I would scarcely want to stop you from doing something you enjoy. And perhaps you can reignite some of the stories about our paradise...I think there may be others out there who might find themselves interested."

"Heh, there's gotta be a few people out there who've always wanted to be Charmanders. And a few who might want to be and never realized it." Such was Carson's discovery - this body felt so natural to him, so right to him, that it was a wonder he'd never had the desire before. His smaller size and reptilian shape felt like such a better fit over his human body. "And I have to believe there are other places like this out there...it can't just be something one legendary thought up and did without anyone else finding out. Maybe the world should have a bit more of that."

Dravik finally resigned himself to the reality. "Well, I guess that's a good thing...but don't stay away too long, I want to spend more time with you and hear more stories!"

"You will, and I hope to have a bevy of new ones!" With a nod, Carson turned towards the cavern that would return him to the outside world, and with a confident spring in his step set off into it. He knew he would be back, in the not too distant future, to enjoy the company of his new peers and the comfort of his new home once again. But the wonders of the unexplored and fantastic still called to him, and that, too, was where he belonged. After all, there was a whole world to see, places where few humans had dared to tread...and since he was no longer human, perhaps some of those places would be perfect for him to explore.