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The air was frigid, with a wind whipping around that was far from pleasant. Even worse, it was quite thin, making it harder to breathe. These were elements that would have been inhospitable to most…but to Paul, they were exactly the kind he craved.

He slowly picked his way up the rock face of the mountain, taking careful breaths to maximize his oxygen intake. After years and years of this, he had gotten used to dealing with these kinds of conditions - even in his 40s, he was as spry as any man half his age, and probably even more capable in these elements. He was strong, he had excellent stamina, and he was fearless…well, that was maybe pushing it, but he didn’t let his fears intrude on his life. Anyone who WASN’T a bit scared of an enormous mountain wasn’t respecting it.

He was bundled up nicely, thick clothing helping to keep the chill from biting in too deep. That wasn’t his only tool, but it was the most straightforward one, you didn’t go up without being thoroughly covered up, that kept that body heat as much inside you as it could. He had his tools for the ascents, gear that helped keep him a little bit safer and more secure, a necessity when your taxed body needed to just do things rather than worry about when and how - you couldn’t afford to be too slow on the climb, everything took energy, even just hanging there. He had his emergency air tank, though so far it had gone untapped - these days, he didn’t often need it except on the most strenuous climbs.

But most importantly, he had his partners.

One of them was climbing right next to him - his Rhydon partner, Arete. At first glance, he appeared to be woefully underprepared - no gear, no protection, completely exposed to the elements and at risk of tumbling down at any moment…but that would have been a grave underestimation of the raw natural power of a Pokémon. The Rock-type creature was keenly attuned to that element, and could grip into rock like he was almost magnetized to it. A fall could be arrested at any time with his natural brand of geokinesis, and he could protect Paul from rocky avalanches, and had done so on more than one occasion in the past. One might have questioned whether he had the resilience to the cold he would need for these high climbs, but Paul knew far better - Arete was from a line of Rhydons habituated to these elements, with Ice-type ancestry in their blood, as his lighter, slightly bluer color indicated, and the cold didn’t bother him one single solitary bit.

Not far below them was Paul’s second partner, his Charizard Corona. The reptile did a lot less climbing and a lot more flying, using those powerful wings to ascend into the sky. His heat ensured he could weather the elements just fine, and help Paul weather them as well - there were few better things to get out of a stop than a nice huddle up to a Charizard. Corona wasn’t just there for heat, though, he was also a rescuer - if anything came loose and Paul found himself in danger, Corona could quickly fly up, grab him, and make sure he was kept safe. Although Arete could do that as well, he wasn’t as fast and often was ahead of Paul, helping to highlight the best path up - in other words, not in the best position for a rescue. Essentially, Arete helped reduce the need for rescues in the first place, and Corona stepped in when they happened anyway. You never got all the way out of danger in a situation like this…but that was part of the appeal, Paul wouldn’t have climbed if it was no challenge at all.

Arete and Corona, better partners he never could have had. They’d been by his side for over two decades and would be with him until the end, and with any luck and their help that end would be quite a long time away still. They were the reason he could do what he was doing now - namely, a ‘solo climb.’ It wasn’t actually solo, but most mountaineers spoke in terms of just the human contingent, not Pokémon partners; as far as that was concerned, Paul was on his own, no other humans around, none even considering a climb of this peak at the moment. Paul still had a long ways to go before the top, he was about 6000 meters up and this one topped out around 7000. Far from the tallest peak, but this one was special because it was more remote, much harder to access - in fact, it didn’t even have an official name, being well away from where any standard mountaineers would want to bother. The locals called it Acas Haori - apparently, ‘silver beast’ or something like that. Local rumors were that there were caverns all the way down, twisting and turning inside Acas Haori, and that the very top had one that could actually reach all the way to the very bottom, most others terminating inside or connecting to other areas partway up. However, very few had actually seen any of the caverns, much less anywhere high up…Paul rather wanted to find out if it was true, but a trek down those caverns sounded more daunting than the climb up. He hadn’t actually decided if he’d try it…it would depend on how he was feeling.

Up he went, the daunting high angle of the current climb making it somewhat more treacherous. Corona was flush against the mountain as he rested, making sure he was ready in case he was needed; Arete was leading the way, pointing to areas where there were more places to step and hook into. Paul was intently focused, remaining silent apart from grunts and groans as he pushed his body to climb, keeping himself grounded mentally through the thin air; talking during these climbs was typically only a distraction and a waste of energy, he preferred just hearing the wind if he could. Up and up he went, his goal getting more and more in sight: a plateau he could stop on and rest, and hopefully get a little shelter, as the sky was starting to creep towards sunset. Climbing in the dark was never a good idea, even if he had Corona’s light there were too many things that weren’t easy to see.

Finally he made it up, scooting away from the edge as he crawled onto snowy safety. At least, safe enough, there was always a risk of something not being stable, but for the most part the notion of a slab of rock just randomly sliding away was a scary story. Besides that, Arete could tell how secure it was, and the Rhydon had no worries. A minute later Corona was flapping up behind them, setting himself down in the snow as well, which hissed under his feet. Together again, and ready to hunker down for the night…and, it seemed that fortune had decided to favor them, as an open cavern lay in front of their faces. That meant shelter for all of them, not just Paul, and no need for the two to go back into their balls that night.

After a brief rest, Paul rose up and led the two Pokémon into the cave. It wasn’t huge, a bit snug for the two creatures, but not so much that they wouldn’t be comfortable. It was even relatively flat, at least near the entrance, only pitching downwards a ways in, farther than they needed or planned to go. Just about perfect, as far as they were concerned. The only real risk was a wild Pokémon deciding to come up from within, and at these altitudes that was rather uncommon - there just wasn’t really anything up here for most of them.

Arete had the next task, barricading the wind. An intense focus from the Rhydon saw him gathering loose material to him with his special nature, pulling it into one big mass of rock that built up over the cavern entrance. A temporary block, but an effective one, covering most of the opening, leaving only a small opening to let some air inside, just in case this was one of those that didn’t have another opening on the other end. With that accomplished, they could rest and relax, and prepare themselves for the next day and the next climb.

At least, that was the plan. But Paul was thinking a little differently. Out up there, all alone, nothing but the three of them, huddled in a cave that was already warming nicely thanks to Corona’s heat…not every climb gave them opportunities like this. And it would have been a shame not to take advantage of an opportunity so nicely offered by chance, wouldn’t it?

Arete and Corona knew what was coming as soon as they saw Paul shifting to remove his heavy protective clothing. With their little section of the cave being nice and toasty thanks to Corona, it wasn’t bothering Paul any to remove his heavy boots and thick socks, the padded gloves that tried to balance dexterity with cold protection, and the hat and face mask and goggles which helped keep the coldest of the air from biting away at his face - Paul had seen too many facial frostbite injuries in less experienced or more arrogant climbers to take any risks that way. The fact that each bit of skin he exposed didn’t even feel chilly was telling of how effective his partners were at making this secluded little respite in the middle of nowhere…they were so good to him, a reward was certainly in order. Oh, and they were well aware of it, too, as the scent of their respective musks started to fill the air within the cavern, letting Paul’s lust stir as well.

Off came the thick coat, and then the two layers of shirts underneath, leaving Paul bare-chested and looking smaller than he did all bundled up as he was. Not much left, and he started to tease a bit under the cheeky gaze of the two Pokémon, making a bit of a show of pulling off his thick cold-protective pants, then the jeans underneath, and then the layer of thermals underneath that…the tent in his briefs was all too evident by now, even a little spot of wetness forming where the tip made contact with the fabric. He could see Corona almost drooling in anticipation of that last reveal…even if it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen many, many times before, the Charizard was always as eager as the first time. Arete was more restrained, but Paul knew full well that he wanted it just as much. He teased the band of his briefs, then pulled them down and off of his legs, casting them aside and revealing his erect staff, waiting for the satisfaction that only Arete and Corona could provide up here.

That was the signal to the two of them, as well - the rules had all been firmly established by now, they kept themselves in check most of the time, but when Paul was fully bared to them they had free reign. Boundaries that they respected, Pokémon could be fairly loose when it came to boundaries but trust was important when Paul’s life was in their hands, and having an obvious signal for when they could let loose was the best way to ensure that the trust wasn’t breached. It was the case whether they were on the mountain or not, and they had always been good about sticking to it - and it probably didn’t hurt that they weren’t typically lacking for opportunities. Despite being on the upside of 40, Paul’s drive seemed to be as healthy as ever, and he was rather hoping that would continue for a good long while.

On the rocky floor, Paul placed himself on all fours - not the most comfortable, but the only things he could use for cushioning were things he would have preferred not to get messy, so he made do. It wasn’t a terribly rough surface, thankfully, probably smoothed by a Pokémon to a degree. Now he was in the hands of Arete and Corona…theirs was not as disparate a partnership as some, he was no driving master nor was he simply a slut for them to use callously, but there was something compelling about letting two such bestial creatures take power over him in these moments, to submit to them and make himself vulnerable to them. It had always felt right to do this, to allow them that measure of control for these brief periods, and that was the only domain in which either Charizard or Rhydon sought it. It had worked well for them for over twenty years, with no signs of fraying.

They were in position, Corona in front of him, Arete behind. Paul’s eyes were drawn to the thick, hot spire in front of him, smooth and steamy, with a pointed tip that rather rapidly thickened out to something daunting in girth most of the rest of the way down. A rather notable contrast in some respects with Arete’s, the Rhydon’s tool furrowed in a drill-like fashion and far rougher in surface…what didn’t differ much was the size, both were rather impressively-endowed, and would be giving him a fine stretch on each end. One he was more than used, to, though…he could handle each of them at their wildest, though they didn’t get as all-out as some he’d heard about, they were usually vigorous but not violent, only really going further when something had them especially riled up. But on a mountain climb, they’d be more restrained - the thin air could get them tired out faster too, even if they were less affected normally.

Arete took hold behind him, and pushed in - not delicately, but not just ramming in, letting Paul savor the feeling of his asshole and innards being stretched by that beast of a dick. The rough surface was dry, abrasive, and incredibly stimulating, and those furrows rubbed him in a way that made it feel almost like Arete was actually drilling into him. Always good for forcing an amorous moan out of Paul, which echoed a little bit in their cavern nook. He squeezed down a little on that firm shaft, letting it make more contact with him as Arete’s body moved flush with his rear end. His body felt so wonderfully full already…he’d barely done anything with anyone other than these two, they just were satisfaction enough for him, seeming to hit the perfect spots.

Corona was next, and Paul opened as wide as he could for him. It wasn’t quite wide enough, not naturally, but as the blazing-hot tip breached his lips and then his throat, his jaw was stretched around it, just as it always was. Another trial, but one he gladly accepted, and as more and more of that shaft was fed into him, he modulated his breathing, preparing for that moment…and, when he got a fair breath in, Corona suddenly thrust, the last inches of his cock sinking in - and cutting Paul’s air off entirely.

Some wondered how Paul managed to handle the altitude so well, when the air was so thin and it was hard to catch your breath…he seemed to have more endurance with oxygen deprivation than many did. He always cited practice as the trick, the more you could train your body to handle low-oxygen stress the better you would do in those situations. What he didn’t say was that a fair amount of his ‘practice’ involved him choking on Arete’s or Corona’s cocks. Pokémon had some unusual properties when it came to sex, one of which was that it was often possible to draw in air around an oversized shaft despite it not looking like one should be able to - there were limits to this, but Paul knew full well that under normal circumstances, it was indeed possible to drag in some air around Corona or Arete - limited breaths, thick with dizzying musk, but still air enough. And taxing his body with sex from one of them at one end while barely able to breathe was certainly helpful in building that endurance. But what quite a few people weren’t aware of was that Pokémon could willfully revoke some of those accommodating measures - and for years, Paul had been encouraging that with his oral adventures, his airway cut off entirely to push that deprivation farther than most would ever dare. And it was amazing how effective it was…there was always a limit, no person could endure it forever, but he could endure it longer than most.

And Arete and Corona were happy to test his limits. The two began to thrust, taking it as a gentle pace, at least gentle for a pair of large virile Pokémon. Arete was drawing out and drilling into Paul’s ass at a languid pace, the thickness of his cock ensuring the human’s prostate got mauled ruthlessly with every motion, an abrasive heat rising along his walls that made him feel ever more sensitive. Even Arete’s precum wasn’t smoothing things along much, being plenty gritty and thick, making the ride feel rougher rather than smoother. Meanwhile, out front, Corona was thrusting faster, but shorter, never pulling out more than a few inches and then pushing back in to the hilt, bathing Paul’s face in the heat of his slit and ensuring that the human couldn’t take even a fraction of a breath. Drools of scalding pre dribbled down his throat, filling him with even more warmth…and there was going to be much more where THAT came from eventually.

Paul was stiff as a rod between his legs, leaking a bit onto the rock below him, his heart pounding with excitement as he endured the oxygen-deprived spit roasting. His fingers clenched and relaxed reflexively as he forced himself to remain under his own control, not panicking despite his brain’s natural protests. Under the right circumstances, humans could handle situations like this for longer than one might have thought - he’d heard of people managing to endure over half an hour without air and still survive. That wasn’t going to happen while he was being rut, to be sure - that needed a serious lack of movement and preferably some colder temperatures - but Paul had spent a good bit of time training himself to last longer during something like this, and through a lot of effort he’d managed to gain more and more endurance for breathless rutting without going under. It wasn’t easy, he needed to be calm and collected, even while immensely aroused, but there was an intensity to it that was exciting, pleasurable, desirable. And he knew that Arete and Corona were very attentive to his condition - if things seemed to be going south, they would abort no matter what, they could be on the very precipice and they would instantly stop if Paul was losing it.

But he wanted to get through it all the way - which meant enduring all the way through Corona’s climax, and ideally Arete’s and his own as well. And he was working at it, teasing and tantalizing the Charizard to try to push him along, keeping his eyes open so he could track his own status, it was easier to tell how close he was by the way his vision would swim. He was doing fine so far, but he was feeling the strain…not a surprise, he’d been without air for a full minute now, longer than many could go voluntarily even at their best effort. But it was nothing to Paul, he could easily hold his breath of his own volition for around three minutes…not underwater, though, the pressure on his body made it just too different from air.

He tightened down on Arete, getting a grunt from the Rhydon and a bit more speed in his thrusts. His ass felt like it was being broken open by that drill, like it might never tighten up again after treatment like this (it always did, of course), and the constant drive on his pleasure points was making his own cock throb pretty madly. That and the pressure of breathlessness were working on him pretty well…there was a mild fuzz in his vision that was starting to get a little more intense as the seconds ticked past. He stayed calm, though, swallowing around Corona and mostly keeping his body still except where he could pleasure his Pokémon.

Their slow pace was helping them last longer, pushing Paul beyond the easy limits…but Paul didn’t do this just to go for the easy limits. Orgasms were better at 6000 meters, and at the limits of his body’s oxygen endurance - combining the two was the ultimate pleasure for him. He kept forcing himself to focus, to not surrender to the growing strain, despite his brains pleas for mercy - he was so close to cumming, and his Pokémon were too, he could feel it, and he didn’t want to surrender when he knew he could still handle this, when he knew that he could still get there and get Corona and Arete there before he went too far…

There was a growing darkness in his vision by the time his climax hit, making him seize and spasm as his balls expelled their payload onto the rock below him. It hit hard, and it was pushing his already-taxed body, threatening to push him over the line…but when he felt Corona throb in his throat and heard a roar above him, he fought to maintain that hold on consciousness, letting that liquid heat gush into his throat and pour down into his stomach. A few seconds later, Arete bellowed out as he joined the other two in climactic bliss, that thick, gritty spunk gushing into his ass and filling him with a sticky, heavy weight that was hot and satisfying. He really didn’t want to exit early from this, it was just as satisfying hearing and feeling the pleasure of his Pokémon as they worked his body, filling him up with their respective essences and making him feel closer to them than ever…but his vision was still going dark, despite his best efforts, he was clawing at consciousness, trying not to let go, to endure for just a few seconds longer, to last out the ride he was feeling from himself and the two Pokémon, dizziness starting to flood his head as he clung to the fragments of his awareness…

And then Corona pulled out, and Paul began to cough as air rushed into his lungs again. The dizziness and darkness receded, albeit slowly in the thin air, Paul stuck in that for a minute or two as he recovered from that borderline push. Corona had pulled his emergency air tank closer to him, but he was making no move for it, trying to let himself recover the natural way…after a bit, he looked up at the Charizard’s drooling staff, the last dregs of his orgasm dripping down to the rock. But there wasn’t that much mess…which meant he’d ridden out Corona’s whole peak, pretty much. He’d been so focused on staying awake for it that he hadn’t realized how much time had passed…a weary smile graced his face, it was such a feeling of accomplishment to hang in there the whole way through. His body felt nice and spent, but it was worth it.

He felt rocky arms lifting him up, Arete pulling Paul to his body and laying down with him, extracting his own cock and leaving Paul with a bizarre feeling of partly too empty, partly too full from the spunk that stayed stubbornly inside him. He felt incredibly warm, too, thanks to Corona’s spunk heating him up from the inside out…it was a comfortable feeling inside their cozy little cavern. Corona laid down on Paul’s other side, leaning him bundled between his two wonderful beasts. He sighed contentedly, his breathing settling down as his lungs were sated. It was good that he would have a full night to recover from that, but it was so worth it, such rare opportunities were worth taking advantage of when he could. They would have to move on tomorrow, they couldn’t wait around forever, not with limited provisions, but it would be a memory that he’d carry with him long after the end of their trip. Truly, one of the best parts of being a mountain climber was the ‘mountin’’ he could do with the ones he was closest to, and who were closest to him, in the entire world.