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“Uh…Searan? Does it seem like it's getting…dark to you?"

The Incineroar growled. “Dark AND the pressure's rising…motherfucker, I did NOT want to deal with this…"

Lane's next question was rendered obsolete when he felt a drop of wetness on his nose. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me…they said clear skies all week!"

“No time to talk, find a cavern!" Searan was already bull-rushing the rocky cliffside, even though it was only drips at the moment. Lane didn't think it was going to stay that way long, though, and took off behind the feline, though it didn't take too long for him to catch up. The rumble of thunder overhead told them they did NOT want to try to ride this out under the trees - if wetness wasn't the worst you could hope for, then you wanted more substantial shelter if you could get it. Lane wasn't unfamiliar with this, he liked traveling and hiking and was a fairly seasoned outdoorsman, and also someone who didn't particularly enjoy the rain coming down on his head. Perhaps it made sense that his long-time Pokémon partner Searan was quite similar in that regard - it helped them be of like minds when they had to adapt.

As the rain started to pick up, Lane spotted an opening. It didn't look huge, but they weren't going delving deep into it anyway. “Searan! Over here!" he called to the Incineroar as he dashed for it, feeling the rain start to pelt down on him. Fortunately, he managed to get inside the rocky shelter before it began outright pouring down - he was a bit wet but nothing too bad. There wasn't much to their shelter, it went about 25-30 feet deep at most and there was no part that they couldn't see from the light shining in from the mouth - a good thing, it meant they weren't in any risk of intruding on a wild Pokémon that might not enjoy the company.

Searan wasn't quite as lucky, the somewhat slower cat getting a nice shower before he got in there. He shook himself off a bit, growling in irritation. “Dammit…I HATE the rain…getting me all wet, messing my fur up, uncomfortable…"

“Hey, at least you can self-dry pretty easily," remarked Lane. “I wasn't going to be so lucky."

“Hmph, you don't have fur to hold the water to you, either. And don't try to tell me those clothes of yours are anywhere near the same thing, YOU can take them off."

“I'd say you could try it, but you'd probably look super weird skinned." Lane chuckled a bit, but his expression darkened as he looked outside, where the rain was roaring down now. They were getting a bit of mist from the splashing in the entryway, causing them to back off a bit; fortunately, the floor was slightly elevated so water wasn't trickling inside. “I swear, are weathermen frauds or just terrible at their jobs? 'No sign of storms' my ass."

Searan huffed as he let loose some bursts of heat to dry himself. “Ain't the right target for your anger this time. Weathermen can't predict fucking Raikou."

“Seriously?"

“There's always that little feeling. You humans wouldn't pick up on it, but we're designed to. Guh, always a pain when one of those running assholes decides to come around. We're probably in for a good two, three hours of storms."

Lane sighed. “Well, crud. Guess we're gonna be sitting around for a while." He doffed his pack and set it aside, since it wouldn't be sensible to keep it on his back while they were waiting around. “Eh, times like this I feel like my 'no distractions' policy can come back to bite me. Maybe I oughta carry something around in case we end up in a situation like this…"

“You say that every time, and yet every time it's over you completely forget about it," remarked Searan with a smirk. “I've stopped taking you seriously when you mention that, you know."

“That just means I need a notebook or something to write that kinda stuff down. Or you could, you know, remind me, since you're apparently more aware of it than I am."

“Nah, it's more fun seeing you realize you stopped thinking about it again. But, if you really wanna do something to pass the time…" Searan sat down next to Lane and one of those big hands started to rub against the inside of the human's thigh. “I think there's something we can definitely do."

Lane snorted. “If it were up to you, we'd spend the whole day doing that."

“Not true. Just probably half of it."

“Oh, yeah, that's a huge improvement. Seriously, I thought it was 'horndog,' not 'horncat.'"

“Hey, I gotta make sure I let those mutts know they ain't the only ones with a high libido." The rubbing hand got a little firmer and closer to Lane's groin, as that fanged grin got steadily more lecherous. “And when someone's constantly stoking my fires, it's hard to resist."

“I'm not trying to stoke any fires, bud, you're hot enough as it is."

“Oh, I know you think so. Don't think I can't see your pants tenting and smell you getting horny for me. Even if I couldn't feel everything you felt, it'd be easy to tell."

Lane grinned in spite of himself. “That's not what I meant, and you know it."

“You may think it's not, but I think your inner you knows exactly what it was saying," purred the Incineroar. “You gonna keep pretending you don't want this just as much as I do? All you're doing is getting me more fired up down below." He pointed to the cock rising out of his sheath, which was normally well-hidden but coming out hot as Searan was settling into the mood.

“I'm mostly waiting for you to run out of terrible fire puns."

Searan's smirk broadened. “Dialga could fast-forward me a thousand years and I'd still be tossing 'em out. And I'm not gonna wait that long. You've probably got about two minutes before I start humping something, and I'm not giving you the choice of what."

“So impatient. Do I need to send you to horny jail?"

“Oh, is that what we're calling my Poké Ball now? Kinky."

“Pft. Worst jail ever, seeing as I can't keep you inside for more than a few minutes at the best of times."

“As if you'd want to anyway. But I've got a different idea. You see that rain out there?" Lane rolled his eyes a bit - as if he could NOT see it, the way it was coming down. “Well, it's got me trapped in here, so technically, I think THIS is horny jail. And since you're trapped in here with me, seems to me you're in there as well…horny jail for two, ain't it?"

“…Your logic is ridiculous, yet somehow unimpeachable." Still, Lane started working his way out of his clothing. Really, there was never any chance that he wouldn't in the end - he just enjoyed the flirtation that led up to things. Searan was always restrained enough to go along with it, which he thanked the Incineroar for - though he knew there was a limit to his patience, too, but Lane knew Searan well enough to have an idea when he was reaching that. “Well, since we're both in horny jail, then, guess we'd better do something about it."

“Damn right." Searan mrrowled at the sight of Lane's chest being bared to him, and the human starting to work out of his bottoms. “One of these days, you'll let me get you ready the fun way."

“Yeah, the day these clothes become too ruined to keep using. That's a one-shot deal, and this stuff's too expensive to just go destroying willy-nilly."

“Pah. You humans need to get stuff like Pokémon have. Tear a Machoke's speedo off and it'll regenerate overnight."

“Yeah, that's because their 'clothes' are part of their body in a way. Humans don't have that luxury. I'm sure someone's trying to work on that, but I'm guessing it wouldn't survive fire anyway." Lane finally had everything stripped off and set aside, and turned towards Searan, leaving no mystery as to his own arousal with that leaking boner. It was certainly no match for his big kitty cat's behemoth, but he liked to think he had a pretty decent size as far as humans went - you didn't judge by Pokémon standards unless you wanted to be disappointed. “I suppose I should assume you're going to keep me out of them as long as you possibly can?"

“Why, Lane, it's almost as if you know me," replied Searan with an air of faux innocence.

“I should hope so, given that we've been fucking for over eight years now."

“From some stuff I've read about humans, that's hardly conclusive proof."

“…Point. Also dodging the actual question."

“That's because it's a silly question." Searan pushed himself forward, wrapping his mighty arms around Lane and leaning the human back as he pushed forward over him. “I'm gonna get you so messy you won't even WANT to be wearing anything until we get to somewhere you can wash off. And I'm gonna use every opportunity while you're searching to slow you down by rutting you nice and hard, leaving your legs wobbly enough that you'll have to fight to even stand. And you're not gonna try to stop me because you love it when I do that."

Lane didn't even try to deny that. “What, you're leaving out 'pimp me out to other Pokémon?'"

“Only if we come across any that aren't wusses. So far that hasn't happened, but this place is welcome to prove me wrong." Searan purred and nuzzled Lane's face. “Have I told you lately how much I appreciate you indulging me on that?"

“I'm pretty sure you've mentioned it a few times." It was something of an intimidating thing the first time Searan had proposed it - the two were each other's bonded partners, and there was never going to be a question of who came first, but Searan had a thing for watching his partner get nailed by other Pokémon - though, only if said Pokémon were close to as strong as him, or particularly if they were even more so. The idea that another Pokémon could swoop in and rut Lane and he couldn't really stop it was a huge turn-on for the big cat, leading to the wildest romps they had afterwards…of course, that meant that Lane had to trust some pretty big, generally pretty ornery mons in order to provide that indulgence. It was definitely not an everyday thing, but every time they were out on their own like this, they kept their eyes out, and Lane had gotten to enjoy those little flings as much as Searan did, even if occasionally he still did get a little nervous…or, maybe because he did.

“Well, I'll mention it a few more, and then some. But not for now. For now, it's just the two of us, and even if we're stuck in here, I'm gonna carry you off to heaven all on my own." That grip tightened a bit, and Lane felt that barbed, furiously hot cock poke against his rear. By now, he was more than familiar with the burning sensation that came with regularly getting dicked by a Fire-type, but he'd never really get USED to it - it was just too hot for that to ever be possible. Which was an advantage, as far as he was concerned. He spread himself for Searan, offering himself up to his furry lover, eager to feel that intense pleasure take him once again.

The Incineroar wasted no time, and spared no effort. Lane cried out as the thick cock drove in with ferocity, those torrid balls smacking against his rear forcefully as he was hilted in an instant. Another thing he'd never get totally used to, though at least Searan had worked him up to this. The big cat loved it rough and hard, and over the years he'd worked Lane into being able to handle it just that way, not just without injury but without discomfort or distress. Good preparation for wild ones, who rarely were gentle with humans they caught in a randy mood…Searan's was not the same kind of roughness, though, it had a lot of force but he wasn't trying to force Lane into submission, he was just a big muscular Fire-type who found it incredibly difficult to check himself in the moment and Lane was merely accommodating that natural energy he had.

True to form, Searan wasn't giving him a whole lot of time to adjust, though by this point Lane had experienced that blazing cock enough that he didn't need it. Pulling out, those barbs clawed against his insides, scratching and making Lane feel even hotter, his own cock squirting some pre out as it was jolted by the intense sensations. Slowly the Incineroar's pace quickened, his grip firming as he got into rhythm pumping himself deep into Lane and then dragging out slightly slower. The spicy, sulfuric scent in the air intensified as Searan began to loose his own precum inside Lane, drawing it back and forth with his thrusts; there was as slick oiliness to the fluid, a hallmark of his other typing that made it cling and smear a lot more, intensifying the burn inside Lane's ass wherever it soaked in.

“Rrrr, fuck, you're so…never could, hr, figure out how you feel so good time after time…" rumbled Searan as he humped hard into Lane, his hot fur rubbing all over the human's body.

“Y-you…too…" Even those words were a bit of a strain to get out, it was always a struggle for Lane to handle anything but the fucking when it came, that was just how intense Searan was. But it felt incredible every single time, that blazing dick ravaging him was perfection incarnate. He wrapped his legs and arms around Searan as best he could, clinging to his cat as he took that cock, squeezing down on him to add to the pleasure for both of them. It was always rough tightening down on that barbed tool, his body protested it a bit but he knew by now that Searan's barbs wouldn't hurt him no matter how stark they felt. The advantages of experience, those had been so intimidating early on…these days, he could scarcely imagine ever being satisfied with something as 'normal' as a human's cock, either in size or other character. Fortunately for him, there was no shortage of exotic dongs available to him…though Searan's was the only one he actively sought, the others were simply byproducts of helping sate his kitty's kink.

It wasn't long before any hint of restraint was gone from Searan, the Incineroar growling deeply as he drove in with savage energy, hissing smacks ringing through the cave where their flesh met, that throbbing shaft loosing ample gluts of pre to heat Lane up even more. He was not the fastest among Fire-types, but the raw power he had more than made up for that, and when he was going to town on Lane it sure as hell felt like he was having lightning-quick for all that his brain was scrambling to keep up. Being overwhelmed like this was a rush in its own right, his body on fire in more ways that one…he never had a lot of staying power under such an intense assault, and the tightness in his loins was warning him what was about to come, or rather who. Try as he might, there was no holding back under the raw force of Searan, and Lane cried out as his orgasm hit hard, his seed spurting out between the two of them, rapidly hissing and drying as the heat quickly turned his spunk to vapor that intensified the scent of sex lingering in the damp air of the cave.

Of course, Lane's orgasm brought a tightening of his body around that thick intruder as well, and that was more that enough to trigger Searan's response. With a roar, the Incineroar slammed in one final time and let loose a torrent of magma which flooded through Lane, amplifying the high of his own orgasm with a rush of blissful heat that surged through his body and spread out within him. His core was so intensely hot with that incendiary spunk collecting within him, always the hottest part of the whole experience, leaving him a sweaty, weary mess at the end. And there was so much of it, Searan could cum pretty heavily, though that wasn't exactly unusual for Pokémon in general. It left Lane with a feeling of fullness and a furious heat besides, one that would be nice and relaxing in the afterglow…which was coming rapidly for him, as the crest of pleasure abated and he slumped back onto the cave floor, gulping in as much musk-tinged, overheated air as his lungs could stand.

Searan joined his partner in the aftermath soon after, rolling onto his side and taking Lane with him as he purred and nuzzled the human's head. “Fantastic, as always…"

“Agreed…how much time am I gonna have to rest up?"

A snicker from the Incineroar. “That eager to go again, are you?"

“Didn't say anything about that…just trying to prepare for the inevitable."

“Heh, don't worry, I'll let you get enough energy back to handle me again. Don't want you conking out while I'm pouring my love into you."

Lane snrked. “Fire is love, now?"

“Hey, you humans are always using fire allusions to talk about passion, why can't I?"

“Because with you it's not an allusion, it's literal fire. And you're talking about something far lewder than just passion."

“Heh, works for you."

“Point." Lane nestled into his feline's broad chest. “How long until we're out of horny jail?"

“What am I, a weatherman? I'm just gonna be laying here like you are, recharging until the stupid rain cools things off too much and I need to get us nice and warm again."

“Sounds like a good plan to me." How much rest Lane was going to get was debatable, but he wasn't going to complain about a good time, particularly when there was nothing else to do. At least their little 'horny jail' had one fun way to pass the time.