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[b][u][center]Pokémon Polyamory

Chapter 17: New Friends

Sponsored by Nova_42

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Their bit of fingering fun lasted for about two more minutes before Jared realized that he needed more than that. His cock was so hard, so painfully hard that he wanted to just shove his Pokémon down and rut his ass the way that he had been begged to do for the last few days. The idea of taking Croccy the way that the little water-type so obviously wanted was almost overpowering, and if it wasn’t for the fact that they’d stopped to get some toys, he would have done it right then and there.

But before he did, he wanted to see what the toys would do.

Slowly dragging two fingers from the Croconaw’s ass, he left Croccy groaning and humping the bed with his dripping cock. He pulled the bag up from the floor, dragging out the anal beads that they’d bought from the underground shop. Croccy was so busy groaning and panting that he didn’t even seem to notice what they were about to do.

[i]Well, let’s see how he takes something a little more…unique.[/i]

Licking the first bead a few times, he pressed the small thing to that twitching pucker. Croccy pushed back, eager for something inside him again, only to gasp as the tiny thing popped in.

“What…what’s that?”

“The first bead.”

“It’s tiny…I want something bi-igger!”

Croccy’s voice jumped as he started threading the second one in, slightly smaller than the head of his cock. Croccy wiggled his hips back and forth, making his chunky butt sway just a little bit in the process. Jared’s cock throbbed, twitching up a bit before going back down.

[i]Patience, patience…[/i]

Hard to have patience when you had your Pokémon moaning up a storm and begging for it, but he managed it. The third bead was a little bigger still, slightly larger than the width of his shaft. He ground that against Croccy’s hole, slowly pushing it forward, dragging it back, and pushing it forward again, watching that blue rim slowly turn pink as it was stretched out further and the inner walls were exposed, only to pull back before pushing it in.

It was just enough to drive his Croconaw completely nuts. Croccy gripped at the bed and wiggled his rump back and forth again and again, each time trying to drive him to fuck him. Jared managed to resist, but only barely, keeping up the tease until –

POP!

The third bead went in, sinking in deep. Croccy moaned louder than usual, and he paused.

“Um…mind grabbing a pillow?”

“Mmmph…why?”

“Because you’re getting loud. And even if I don’t feel so guilty…”

“Right…right…secret…”

Fumbling for one of the cushions, Croccy dragged it to the edge of his snout and pushed it against his face. The muffling effect was a bit weak, but it was better than nothing.

He started tugging on the beads, dragging the third one back a bit. Croccy clenched hard, whimpering in obvious pleasure as he got that teasing pressure on the inside of his hole for a chance.

“Mmm, you like that?” Jared asked.

“Mmmph…mmm-hmm…”

That was good. That made him feel better. He knew that Croccy could have easily stopped him if it wasn’t something that he wanted, but at the same time, enthusiasm and obvious consent made it far better. The more that he knew that Croccy liked it, the more that he could enjoy it with him.

He managed to drag the third bead halfway out again, only to let Croccy’s hole swallow it up again. Repeating the motion, he watched, observing and studying the way that it affected his Pokémon. Each time forced that hole to open a bit further, and the rim itself started going from the same light blue-white as the rest of the Croconaw’s body to a pinker shade, something more fleshy, more inviting.

He blushed as he almost imagined it being some sort of mating signal, something to show that the Croconaw preferred a little more cock to pussy. The idea was a hot one, that he was getting that sort of invitation to go further, harder, and he wondered if he was imagining it or really getting that.

Finally, he popped the bead out once more, and Croccy moaned, arching his back and squirting pre-cum on the floor. The second and first beads followed, and his partner whimpered and moaned as he almost came right then and there.

“Ah….ah…”

“That good?”

“Oh yeah…yeah-yeah-yeah…”

“Alright. Let’s see if you can take the fourth one.”

There were five beads along the string, and while the fourth one was still feasible, he seriously doubted that the fifth one was going to go in. It was the size of an actual pokéball, nearly the size of a fist, and he wasn’t about to force something like that up the water-type’s asshole. The fourth was going to be a challenge in and of itself, but as he fed the first three back in, watching that hole getting puffier and puffer, he couldn’t help but imagine how it was going to feel to fuck that sloppy little hole at the end of this.

[i]I can’t believe this is so much…easier now,[/i] he thought. [i]Why?[/i]

It couldn’t just be what he got from the Daycare, could it? No, there had to be something more. Maybe the fact that there were other people that did this that didn’t actually hurt their Pokémon? Maybe it was the way that the shopkeeper down in the Underground had been. Maybe it was just the way that a few people had normalized it.

And maybe it was just the fact that he was starting to care for Croccy more than he used to. That probably helped.

In, out, in, out the beads went, sliding in with surprising ease, only to make loud popping sounds when they were pulled back. Croccy pressed his face firmly against the bed, doing his best to stifle his moans, particularly when Jared pushed the fourth ball forward again and again. Bigger than the other three by some way, it put a lot of stretch on that increasingly puffy, swollen hole as he pushed and pulled, dragging on the string. Every time that the three balls that had already gone in came out again, Croccy moaned, his hole looking looser and looser.

Yet, the fourth one still wouldn’t go in. It was just that little bit too big.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

And Croccy was making clear sounds that he was getting fucked silly, too, the anal beads working him hard. Jared chuckled, shaking his head at the latest failure of getting the fourth bead in, pulling them out and throwing them to the floor. Croccy moaned, arching his back, showing off his ass.

“Mmmph…ah…”

“Getting into it?” he asked.

“I want…want you…”

“You’ve been very good. You deserve that.”

“Please, Master…please…”

The begging. It really shouldn’t have hit him so hard, really shouldn’t have gotten his cock so stiff, but it did. He walked up behind his Pokémon, grinding between those swollen cheeks, against that puffy hole. It felt so hot, so eager, and the flesh was wet with what he imagined was water. Water-types seemed to be so stretchy, so eager for things so often, and he hoped that this was no different.

He tapped the head of his cock against that twitching pucker, feeling just how loose it was in comparison to when he’d been fingering it. It would take him easily, this time. The size difference would make this much, much better. He gently pushed Croccy down a little more firmly against the bed, rested his cock against that pink hole, and then…

Well, he slid in.

It was wet, so wet and slippery on the inside. Fucking a water-type must be just one of those things that encouraged the person with a cock to keep going hard. He groaned as he felt just how eagerly the inner walls tried to clamp onto him, but the tightness was nothing compared to that frictionless interior. So warm, wet, and wild.

He bottomed out with the first thrust, his balls bumping against Croccy’s taint. The Croconaw moaned, pushing back against him, grinding that big booty against his hips. Those large jaws clicked against each other in obvious want and need, and he smiled as he dragged himself back, ever so slowly.

“Nnnngh…”

“Don’t worry…we’re going to do this right this time…”

“So…so horny…”

“Yeah, well, be patient…soon…”

He pulled back all the way to the tip, feeling the puffy texture of his Pokémon’s swollen rim gripping him all the way back. The way that it had swollen and puffed up made it feel so…so different compared to the times Croccy had ridden him in the past. The way that it was so much more textured rather than just a tight fist of flesh made it feel…better.

[i]I might be getting a new fetish here,[/i] he thought, blushing slightly as he imagined fucking holes until they were ‘ruined’ like this, swollen, puffy, obvious.

Of course, that would make what he was doing far more obvious to the Pokémon Center employees when he brought them in for injury treatments, so he would have to be careful about that. He was probably going to have to invest in a lot of potions in the future, particularly of the high-quality ones if he was going to keep doing what he liked and keep himself out of trouble.

But that was for later, when he wasn’t fucking such a sexy hole.

By the time only the tip was inside his Croconaw, his partner was whimpering, starting to get up, starting to push back. Jared cut it off by slamming in up to the hilt in one smooth movement. Croccy fell forward again, gasping, his head down in the blankets, his ass up high, water and pre-cum flowing from his pucker in equal measure.

From there, there was no stopping him. Jared went to pound-town, slamming in and out as fast as his hips would let him. He clenched his jaw to keep his moans and grunts to a minimum, but they kept coming regardless of how quiet he tried to be. That tight hole, those slippery inner walls, the way that Croccy was always pushing for more: it all made it hotter than he expected.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

“Mmmph…nnngh…”

They didn’t have words for each other at that point, too absorbed in the feeling of just slamming in, feeling the way that their bodies ground against each other. Croccy was so smooth under him, the scales of his body so tiny and so nice to the touch. He was cool, a wonderful feeling as he started sweating and heating up as the fuck continued. Jared leaned down, pressing his belly to his Pokémon’s back, feeling that tail off to the side and against his hip.

“Ah…ah…mmmph…”

“Please…please cum…cum in me…master…”

He had no intention of doing anything less. He groaned every time that he slammed forward, feeling his hips almost bruising with how fast and hard he was slamming in. That loose pucker didn’t have that same clench as he remembered from the Totodile form, but that was good. It felt right, felt more…more adult, more natural this way. No resistance, no friction, just desperate pleasure between the two of them, humping away for everything that they could get.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling that splatter of wetness running down his balls.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling Croccy pushing back, meeting him and making it better for that.

In, out, in, out, each time getting that tight clench, that pulling, milking feeling that pushed him closer to the edge.

“Ah…ah…”

Another moan, another gasp, another thrust. He could feel his balls pulling up, could feel his shaft tingling with all the pent-up need that he’d been holding back. There’d be no more of that, he decided. If Croccy was this willing, if they could find places to do this properly, then there was no need to be…to be unwilling about this.

They were partners. They cared enough to make this okay. That was all that mattered.

He yanked Croccy back against him for one last thrust, and he buried himself up to the hilt. His cock throbbed hard, pulsing as he came, and it took everything he had not to collapse right then and there. Croccy stiffened under him, and he wondered if his Pokémon was cumming, too.

They stayed together, his cock swimming in his own seed, for nearly a minute. His legs shook when he finally started to pull back, and he gasped at the way that Croccy clenched down as soon as he started moving.

“Nnngh…not…not so tight.”

“Mmmph…”

“Just…hang on…”

He wiggled backwards, biting his lips to fight the extreme post-orgasm sensitivity as he dragged himself out. The feeling was so…so good, but at the same time, he knew for a fact that he’d be in trouble if he stayed too close. Croccy felt like he was willing to go another round, and that? That felt like it might be a bit too much for him.

[i]At least, without that cock ring.[/i]

That was going to be a necessity. Now that he felt…well, if not good, better about what he was doing, he knew that the other members of the team were going to want extra attention, too. That meant that he needed to be sure to keep some energy for all of them, not to mention that he needed to ensure that he didn’t do them all at once.

He froze as he stood up, realizing just what he was thinking. His Croconaw slowly rolled over in bed, legs spread, showing off just how wet and wild they had been. White seed oozed from under Croccy’s tail, making quite the mess as it dribbled to the floor.

He blushed to himself, shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uh…Croccy?”

“Hmm?”

“Was that…good?”

“Mmmm…yeah-yeah.”

“You sure?”

“Very. That was FUN.”

“Great. Good.” He nodded. “Um…oh, boy.”

“Master?” Croccy cocked his head to the side. “Something wrong?”

“Well, not wrong, just…figuring something out. Something kinda…you know, weird. Not something that I ever thought I’d be thinking about, honestly.”

Croccy looked at him for a moment, then patted the couch bed. He sat down, hiding a smile at the slightly silly fact that he was being encouraged and almost comforted by his Pokémon rather than the other way around.

“Sorry. I’m just…this is still new.”

“I getcha. What’s up?”

“I just…” He rubbed the back of his head again. “I’m feeling…weird. Like, more than just the sex stuff.”

“What kinda stuff?”

“…Just…caring for you a lot. And the others. And I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Oh. Caring. Like…a lot?”

“A lot.”

“Huh.”

Croccy kicked his feet at the edge of the bed, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. The silence between them stretched out as neither of them said a word. Jared stared straight ahead, his heart pounding in his chest.

[i]Is this…really the kind of thing I should be feeling for a Pokémon? I mean…Sex isn’t that bad anymore. It’s a good thing. But is this something I should take further?[/i]

He felt a hell of a lot more comfortable with his Pokémon than he did with any person that he’d ever met. The fact that they were always there for him, that they were the people that he could turn to when things were bad and know that they were going to make it better, the way that they would always say no if he went too far but not hurt him when they did it: it was the way that things were supposed to work between friends…

And with relationships…

That was what he was trying to put into words, but he didn’t know how to say it. Did he ‘love’ Croccy that way? He didn’t know. He didn’t really know what love felt like, and that was what stopped him. Particularly when he felt the same for all the other Pokémon in his team.

He tapped his fingers together and Croccy continued just kicking his legs, looking at the edge of the room. Finally, his Croconaw reached over and patted his back with a small hand.

“Well, I like you. A lot.”

“Heh…thanks.”

“A lot. Seriously.”

“Thanks.”

“And I don’t want another master, if you’re thinking that.”

“…I wasn’t, but thanks for telling me.”

“You want me to go back in the ball?”

“For a bit. I need to think.”

Croccy nodded, hopping off the bed and going to his ball. A little tap on the front button, and the water-type disappeared, leaving him alone in the room. Jared looked at the ball for a moment or three, then fell backwards on the bed, covering his eyes.

[i]What the hell am I doing?[/i]

No easy answer to that one, unfortunately. The problem with hating people for so long and so thoroughly, he supposed. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do with a relationship, or how it was supposed to feel, so now he was completely at sea.

[i]Great. Just great.[/i]

Well, if there was one thing that would make him feel more focused, it was getting work done. He needed to make a report back to his superiors, and that meant making a quick call. Very quick, knowing them; they hated keeping the lines open for long. Jared got up from the bed, pulled his pants back on, and walked over to the phone built into the wall. He tapped the keys, and waited.

It didn’t even ring once. A voice picked up the second that he finished dialing.

“[i]Acknowledge status.[/i]”

“Unwilling agent, Jared.”

“[i]Identity accepted. Status update?[/i]”

“Underground facility under Azalea Town. Locked behind security that requires stronger than average Pokémon. Currently under lockdown by local police.”

“[i]Course of action?[/i]”

“Maintain cover as trainer, encourage Pokémon strength, gather further intelligence.”

“[i]Approved. Suggested guidance: investigate Underground after further training for any Rocket or illegal influence.[/i]”

“Acknowledged.”

Click.

And just like that, the phone call was over. It wasn’t as helpful as he would have liked, but at least now he knew that they knew what he was doing. At least, most of it. The more informed they were, the less likely they were to be spying on him 24/7. If there was an…incident…with his team in the open, he wanted to be sure that his superiors weren’t waiting with a Fearow hundreds of feet in the air with a camera watching him.

Not that he imagined that they’d be that particularly subtle about it, but one could always hope.

Shaking his head, he went back to the couch, sitting down. He’d barely gotten comfortable before someone knocked on the door.

[i]Oh, what now?[/i]

Getting up, he opened the door a crack and poked his head out. A nurse stood on the other side.

“Pardon me, but did you drop off a Drowzee and an Abra earlier?” she asked.

“Um, yes. I did.”

“Perfect. They’re healed now. Here you go.”

He blinked as she dropped the pokéballs through the door into his hands. Before he could say a thing, she was off, heading back down the hall with a whistle and a hum.

[i]But…but…[/i]

That wasn’t supposed to happen. He’d just brought them here because they were in a bad way in the wild. Hell, they hadn’t even been in pokéballs when he had brought them to the center. Yet, here they were, captured and encased in shiny new pokéballs, given to him to take care of them.

[i]Well…this just bit me in the ass…[/i]

Shaking his head, he shut the door and sat down again. Two psychics. That wasn’t a bad thing to have, all things considered. Psychic-types were powerful Pokémon, the sort that could have steamrolled most of Kanto, as a matter of fact. He didn’t know if they were as powerful in this part of the world, but he imagined that they would at least be useful.

He just wished that they hadn’t lost their freedom. He honestly just wanted them to be fixed up, not captured, but then again, he had never specified what he required. He’d just thrown them at the nurses and hoped that they could take care of them.

[i]Okay, from now on, be specific if you rescue any wild Pokémon. Better yet, just throw them some berries or potions and be done with it.[/i]

Since they were his now, he decided that he might as well get a better look at them. Drowzee was probably asleep, but the Abra had been teleporting all over the place earlier even while half-asleep. He imagined that it would probably be the more active of the two of them, but…

[i]Which is which?[/i]

Sighing, he tossed them both to the floor. The balls opened, the white light spilled out, and he caught the balls as they bounced back to his hands.

On his right, the light solidified into a cross-legged Abra, the psychic-type sitting there with one eye half-open. Obviously, it had woken up at least a little bit. The Drowzee on his left, on the other hand, was completely asleep, flopped out on its back with a little sleep-bubble appearing and disappearing at the end of its nose.

“…Well, at least now I know which of you is which,” he muttered, calling the Drowzee back to its ball. “So, um…let’s take a look at you.”

[i]In what way, Jared?[/i]

He froze in the middle of getting up from the couch, his eyes widening as he stared at the Abra. It started back with its one half-open eye, the glimmer of psychic energy just barely visible under the eyelid. It smiled slightly, or at least, it seemed to. The edges of its face were able to move just enough to suggest that.

[i]Psychic, remember?[/i]

“You can understand me?”

[i]And more. My, my…[/i]

“Oh, fuck.”

[i]Hmmm, that does seem to be what your mind is focused on. And why might that be, I wonder?[/i]

This time, he felt it. There was a wriggling sort of feeling in the back of his head, almost like there was some half-tangible finger feeling around in there. He slapped his hand against the back of his head and looked away, and the feeling disappeared.

[i]Eye contact. That’s how it works.[/i]

The Abra chittered slightly, but the words didn’t mean anything to him. He waited, half-expecting there to be some sort of payback, and he was right. A sound like a television trying to find a signal filled his ears, and he closed his eyes just in time to avoid staring the Abra right in the eye as it teleported in front of him.

“Okay, stop that.”

Chitter-chitter-chitter.

“I can’t understand you right now, but I know that you can understand what I’m saying. Here’s the deal. I don’t want you rooting around in my mind. There’s things there…there’s things there that I’m really not proud of. Things that I don’t want you dredging up, and things that I don’t want to talk about. So, let’s make a deal. You can read my thoughts on the [i]now,[/i] but you leave the past alone. Okay?”

There was no immediate answer. He slowly opened one eye, deliberately looking off to the side. There was that glimmer of purple energy in the Abra’s eyes, but without him looking, it didn’t do anything.

Eventually, the psychic-type nodded. He turned his head to meet its eyes properly.

[i]You are an interesting one. Certainly not the same sort of trainer bumbling around and attacking anything it sees.[/i]

“I have other priorities.”

[i]Yes, I can see that…[/i]

“I said no reading my memories.”

[i]I don’t have to. When you think of it, it comes to the moment. I don’t have to dig for it if you start thinking of it on your own – oh, my…[/i]

Jared slapped his hand over his face. He knew exactly what the Abra had seen at that point, because as soon as he realized what his new Pokémon was doing, he worried about having his past exploits with Croccy seen. Worrying about that had brought the memory to his mind, and that meant that there was a pornographic memory video of all the stuff that had happened between him and his water-type partner.

[i]Mmm, well, I said you were interesting, and I wasn’t wrong.[/i]

“Look. That wasn’t my idea, okay?”

[i]I’m sure. I can sense his thoughts through the ball. He is…quite the perverted one.[/i]

“…Just him?”

[i]Oh, no. All of them, to some degree. And you.[/i] Abra chuckled. [i]And me.[/i]

“…Why do I keep finding Pokémon that want sex?”

[i]I imagine because it is a similarity between humans and Pokémon. We all want pleasure, and we look for those that want the same. It is both a conscious and subconscious thing. The only difference is that my type tends to be more aware of it. Now…ah, I see, I see…[/i]

He didn’t like the sound of that, and it turned out that he was right to be a little concerned. The psychic-type floated over, extending one two-toed foot and pressing it right to his crotch. Unlike Totodile, it had the length of toe to actually grip, and he gasped as it got a good grip on his shaft through his pants. He gritted his teeth, gripping the touch with both hands as he felt that tight squeeze.

“Nnngh…”

[i]Certainly as large as it looked…but you will not be using this on me.[/i]

“Mmmph…what are you talking about? I thought –”

[i]Not all of us are bottoms. Not all of us want to take it.[/i]

He swore that the Abra was smirking without a mouth, and as it slowly opened its other eye, he felt more pressure on his mind. It leaned closer, undoing his pants with its other foot.

[i]Yes, certainly a decent length, but what about what lies beneath?[/i]

For a moment, he thought that the Abra was talking about his balls, but nope. That would have been too simple. One of those two-toed feet pressed lower, and one long toe pressed right between [i]his[/i] cheeks. He yelped, sitting up straighter as he felt the pointed tip rubbing right against his pucker.

“Ah…ah…Careful…”

[i]What – oh, I see…you haven’t been on the bottom yet.[/i]

“No, I haven’t, and I didn’t plan on it.”

[i]Really? Then what do you plan to do when your Croccy evolves again? What happens when your Snugs becomes an Arbok? What happens when you are no longer big enough to push them to the bottom?[/i]

“I…I…”

[i]And besides…I can see into your mind…there’s been moments of curiosity, hasn’t there?[/i]

He couldn’t deny that. More than once, he’d looked at Croccy and wondered how that cock might feel. Never enough to follow it up, but enough for the thought to come back to him as he thought of it again.

That toe curled, pressing against his pucker just a little bit more firmly, and he swore that the Abra was putting the image of Croccy’s cock in his mind. He shivered as he felt the pressure grow, his cock twitching into the hand-like grip that the Abra had around his shaft. Jared shook his head, red-cheeked.

“It’s not…it’s up to them, not me.”

[i]And if it’s up to them, and they decide to make you their slut, rather than their master?[/i]

He bit his lips, edging back just enough to push that toe away from his asshole. The pressure faded, and he could think just a little more clearly. Just a little, enough to feel like he wasn’t going to do something stupid.

“Then…then I deal with it when it comes.”

[i]Heh…you’re going to be a fun one.[/i]

“Hmmph.”

He shook his head, looked down, and opened his eyes a bit wider. Sticking out from between the Abra’s legs was a cock. Not just a cock, but a big cock, one that rivaled his own in size, and probably was just a bit bigger if it got fully hard. It was hanging down at a half-hard state, but it was slowly rising.

“Where…were you hiding that with your powers?”

[i]Being psychic does make that easier. I figured you’d like the view.[/i]

“Where the hell do you see [i]that[/i] in my head?”

[i]Oh, everyone has something that they don’t want to talk about. You…you don’t want to talk about how you wish YOU were the Pokémon getting bred, sometimes.[/i]

Jared’s cheeks burned hotter than ever. Of all the things that he expected to hear, that wasn’t it. He grabbed for the Abra’s pokéball and pointed it at the short-statured psychic. He swore that he heard a giggle in his mind before it faded into the ball, too.

Shaking his head, he looked down at his hand. The ball was pulsing slightly, and he would just bet that this one was going to be a teasing pain in the ass. Still, his cock was…very hard. Very hard indeed, which was saying something considering he and Croccy had just gone at it as hard as they did. Much as he wanted to believe that the little guy was making stuff up, the way that he reacted felt like there was probably some truth to it.

[i]Okay, well, if we’re being honest with ourselves about the relationship stuff, I guess we’ll have to be honest all the way…[/i]

He bit his lip. He had a feeling that his ass was going to get quite a stretch in the future, at least if Bright Eyes had anything to say about it.

[i]Bright Eyes. Yeah, that fits for him.[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Several rounds of fun occur for Jared, though only one of them was actually planned for.

Tags: M/M, croconaw, rule 34, Pokémon, abra, human, foot fetish, anal, toys, anal beads, orgasm, cum, creampie, teasing, mind reading, psychic, series, loose, wet,