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I am in hell. I never knew what hell would be before now, but this has to be it.

So was Dale’s grim thought as he trudged up the path, panting heavily, his breath ragged despite taking ample draws of water into him. The pack on his back felt like it was filled with lead, making his back ache and amplifying the agony in his legs and feet. He felt hot, sweaty, weary, and sore, and was enjoying absolutely nothing about what he was doing…which was somewhat unfortunate given that he was the one who had insisted on coming along on this hiking trip. It couldn’t be that bad, it was just walking, there was no way he’d have any trouble with it, he was perfectly capable…all words he would be eating when he was back home in comfort, whenever that would be, IF that would be, he was half-certain he was just going to keel over out here and that would be the end of it.

And the most frustrating thing was that the guy he was going with was perfectly fine. “How’re you hanging in there, Dale?” came the not-even-breathless jovial gravelly voice of a Rhydon morph, well ahead of the human despite his phenotype’s propensity for sluggishness.

“Write…my fucking…epitaph…”

“You know, I DID warn you it wasn’t going to be that easy of a trip. Maybe you shoulda listened to me when I suggested you were gonna be in over your head.”

“Fuck…you…Rusk…” It was a rather feeble riposte and Dale knew it, but he didn’t really have anything else. Rusk hadn’t been lying about how things had gone, and Dale really only had himself to blame - he was one of those types of people who didn’t like being told he couldn’t do something that he didn’t think was that hard. Like, he wasn’t going to go off trying to be a rocket scientist or a brain surgeon or a pit fighter against Pokémorphs, he wasn’t THAT delusional. But if he got it in his head that he SHOULD be able to do it, he hated it when someone suggested he wasn’t capable…and that was when he made a point of trying it, just to prove that he could. Which…this wasn’t the first time this had bitten him in the ass, to be sure, but he hadn’t really learned his lesson.

This, though…this might leave a lasting impression. Rusk went on hiking trips a lot, the Rhydon morph was an avid outdoorsman, and built for it at that - tall, muscular, and with the rugged hide inherited from his feral counterparts that brushed off pretty much anything damaging short of high explosives. (And specifically HIGH explosives, Rusk had literally taken a grenade before and gotten nothing more than ringing ears.) Dale wasn’t particularly outdoorsy, but the weather had been good lately and people had been annoying him, he had gotten it into his head that a little vacation into the woods wouldn’t be a bad idea. When he’d approached Rusk, though, the Rhydon morph had expressed skepticism, telling him that these trips were more strenuous than they looked and that just jumping in like that might not be the best thing to do…he’d tried to talk Dale into something a little less of a venture, but to Dale, the gauntlet had been thrown and he WAS going to rise to the challenge.

At this point, he felt like he was going to fall to the challenge instead. Maybe he should have rethought it when Rusk said he was going into the mountains…it turned out, even walking was a nightmare when a lot of it was uphill, and with a heavier pack than was probably wise…Dale had taken more than he should have, his pack was bigger and heavier than Rusk’s was and Rusk was the one who could have carried it without issue. It felt like everything had been going against Dale on this trip, and it was a bit too late to back out now, he wasn’t going to make it back to the parking lot either.

And Rusk was getting his requisite told-you-so as Dale dropped onto his ass once again, slugging down more water and trying to catch his breath. “I’m not trying to be a bitch, really, but…you should’ve listened to me when I told you that Greenfield National Park was more a fit for you. Mountain hikes are an expert-level beast, you need experience, proper preparation, and built-up stamina and durability.”

“Well, you coulda fuckin’ fooled ME,” growled Dale wearily. “Mr. Expert with all his proper preparation, who barely has anything in his bag and isn’t even fuckin’ wearing a STITCH of clothing!” Indeed, Rusk was completely bare, nothing but his rocky hide exposed to the elements. Something that Dale knew was going to happen, to be sure - morphs tended to place less value on clothing as it was, and Rusk really only wore them for work and for visiting with humans. But he didn’t even bring any along on the hikes, having declared that Arceus himself couldn’t get him to dress when he was back in nature…that was part of the reason his pack was significantly lighter, as Dale had brought clothes for several days along with him.

And that was something Rusk was going to take him to task for. “And you clearly brought too many, if you’re getting that bogged down. We’re going to be out in nature, you shouldn’t bring that much, it’s not like there’s going to be anyone around to care if they’re clean. Hell, with as nice as it’s going to be, maybe you should go bare like I am.”

“Not fuckin’ likely. I can’t do grunge like that, I gotta feel fresh and clean.”

Rusk rolled his eyes. “We’re literally going to be sleeping on the ground, you’re not going to be that clean. You COULD just accept that I was right rather than arguing with me when it’s obvious you’re not winning.”

“Right…fine, I wasn’t cut out for this. Are you gonna make me feel like shit the whole trip?”

“Right now, you’re doing that to yourself well enough. But if you can swallow your pride and start being a little nicer, maybe I can give you a lifeline.”

“…What kind of lifeline?” Dale wasn’t usually so quick to concede, but he wasn’t even sure he could stand back up at this point.

“Simple enough - I give you a ride. Carry you on my shoulders for at least part of the way, and your bag as well. Of course, you’d have to give me something in return, but you wouldn’t have to worry about that until we got to our spot.”

“You’d just…do that?”

“Well, it’s better than listening to you whine and stopping every five minutes to let you rest for ten. It’s not really gonna bug me, you and your bag together aren’t even close to as heavy as the stuff I move at work.” Dale knew that to be true, the Rhydon’s job was in mining and he moved heavy weights on a daily basis…sometimes better than the heavy machinery that was supposed to do the job. “Heck, I’ll probably be giving you a few rides before this is all done, down may be easier than up but I have a feeling you’ll be struggling on the way back as well.”

It seemed like an easy choice to Dale. Sure, he would have to do something for Rusk later, but he doubted the Rhydon would ask of him anything that he didn’t know he could do. “Yeah, I…I think I’m gonna take you up on that.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me. C’mere, let’s get you situated.” Rusk stepped over and took Dale’s bag from him, slinging it under his arm, and then hauled the human up suddenly, making Dale yelp a bit as he was lifted almost effortlessly. “Onto my shoulders, that’ll be the easiest way. Just make sure to keep a nice tight grip up there, only so much I can do with one arm occupied.”

“Y-yeah, sure.” Dale clambered onto Rusk’s shoulders, reddening a bit…he felt a tad like a child being carried by a parent, being toted this way. But the relief his legs and feet were getting were going to be worth it. It was probably too much to hope it wouldn’t be a rocky ride…of course it was, he was being carried by a rocky dude…but he felt pretty stable up there. And as Rusk got on his way, he was starting to feel a little better already - this was definitely preferable to trying to walk along at this point. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to pay Rusk back for this, but that was a question that could surely wait until later…

———

It was a much easier trip for Dale when he didn’t have to make it under his own power. Rusk didn’t seem to be having any trouble carrying him or his stuff…well, he didn’t have much of his own, and he had strength to spare, so perhaps that wasn’t a surprise. They were making far better time, too, than with Dale plodding slowly along, and with only a couple brief stops to eat and drink, they were able to make up the ground that Rusk had intended to cover fairly well.

The sun was still sinking down by the time they reached their campsite…which wasn’t much of one, in fact Dale couldn’t tell what made this spot any different from any other. The spot was certainly grassier and softer-looking than the rocky grounds around it, but they’d passed by several of them so far…he didn’t question it, though, Rusk had been the one planning the trip, he had to have some idea what he was doing. He was able to dismount the Rhydon and move around on fresher legs, a blessed relief compared to how the trip had been going before the ride…still, he couldn’t help but envy Rusk a little, the Rhydon had been trudging all those trails and seemingly wasn’t bothered in the slightest. He wanted to make it look that effortless…but that clearly wasn’t going to happen on this trip, so he was just going to take advantage of what help he could get.

They got to work setting up the tents, and Rusk was clearly the faster of the two at that as well - though, perhaps it was an unfair comparison, as his tent wasn’t even enclosed - it was more of a tarp raised on one side, which he could slip under and get protection from rain, and wind if it was from the right direction. Not like Dale’s more traditional tent, which was at least enclosed, even if not particularly fancy or big. Rusk didn’t have anything to lay on, either, except for a pad for his head…Dale couldn’t have imagined roughing it that much.

A circle of rocks made for a decent bonfire pit, providing some light and warmth as they ate. “Good news is that for a few days we’ll be using this as base camp, so you’ll have less to carry as you walk around,” remarked Rusk as he swallowed the last of his campfire sausage. “Maybe that’ll mean you won’t wear out as quickly.”

“I’d wear out less quickly if you toted me around like you did today,” countered Dale.

“Tch, you gotta build up some of that stamina somehow. Use this time to try to work up a bit more, you don’t wanna be relying on me the WHOLE time.”

“Mm. I’ll try.” Dale swallowed the last of his own sausage and took a slug of his beer. “So, you mentioned that I’m gonna have to give you something in return for this ride. You wanna, uh, clue me in on something I could do for you? So I can be prepared for when I have to return the favor and all.”

Rusk chuckled a bit. “Well, now, I don’t think you have to prepare all that much. You should be able to give me what I’d be most interested in without any trouble - in fact, you could give it to me right here.”

“Really? I don’t think there’s much I can do out here without anything except me and my bag, and it doesn’t have much in it.”

“Just you oughta do just fine. What you can give me in return…is a ride.”

Dale blinked at Rusk, uncomprehending. “I…what? I…don’t think I can carry you anywhere, bud.”

Rusk smirked deviously. “You don’t have to carry all of me…just my load in your gut.”

Redness rushed rapidly into Dale’s face - only once it was made explicit was he realizing that Rusk was talking about THAT kind of ride. “Y-you…want…b-but…I’m not…I don’t…do guys…”

“Well, ya should. You’re missing out on a whole lotta fun, you know! I’m not asking you to romance me or anything like that - I’m interested in getting my rocks off, that’s all. Doesn’t have to be a whole thing, just a couple of dudes enjoying each other’s company. Besides, I’d make sure you liked it!”

Dale wasn’t entirely convinced. The problem was, Rusk had a lot of leverage…Dale had already gotten something out of him, and right now the two were alone, he didn’t have anyone else he could ask for help, nor any way to really keep Rusk from pushing the issue. He didn’t think the Rhydon would physically force him…morphs tended to be a lot freer and looser with those sorts of things, but Dale had never known Rusk to be on the far side of that line. But…he could withhold help from Dale, and the human clearly needed it for the return trip at the very least, if not for more of their excursions in the coming days. Did he really want to take the risk of being left to fend for himself in a situation where he very clearly was not as adept at it as Rusk was?

No, no he did not. And he ‘did not’ more than enough that it even forced his protesting pride down to a faint screech as he came to terms with the fact that, yes, he was in fact going to do this. “Nnh…I…guess that it’s…I mean…if that’s really want you want…”

“C’mon, you don’t gotta be THAT reluctant,” snickered Rusk. “Besides, think of it as another way of building up stamina - you’re gonna get a good workout with this, believe me. By the way, my suggestion earlier for you to go bare? Definitely applies here, you do NOT want my jizz on your clothes, it’s stickier than yours.”

Dale hadn’t thought he would ever need to know that, but in this situation it seemed like good advice. Even if that meant he was going to be losing everything covering him…well, there was a fire providing warmth, and it wasn’t THAT cold out, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. Or so he was telling himself as he was semi-reluctantly disrobing, making sure that whatever he was getting off of him wasn’t going anywhere near that fire - Rusk knew he had plenty of spare clothing, and he wasn’t entirely convinced the Rhydon wouldn’t use these ones as an example of his antipathy, knowing that the human wouldn’t be THAT put out in the long run. While Rusk wasn’t the kind to force himself on someone else, he definitely had the cheek to do something like that…even if he paid Dale back later, which he probably would.

Thus, most of it was thrown near his tent, or just as close as he could get with some of the garments. Slowly revealing a fairly scrawny body, not at all weathered by hard work - Dale was an office jockey through and through and considered the gym the devil’s territory, so he was thin by most measures, with a touch of plump around the midsection, though not so much that it clearly stood out. Far inferior to Rusk, but it wasn’t really a fair comparison, aside from the fact that he was a morph and they just had naturally better builds, he also worked a physical job that helped him build that strength and stamina that made excursions like this a breeze. And to be sure, the Rhydon didn’t have adonis-like muscle definition either, but what he did have was a build that was far bigger than Dale and thicker all around, as well as being plated with that rock-like hide that helped reinforce everything. Which meant that Dale felt particularly small compared to him…

Especially in one specific regard…

A regard making itself known right now, as Rusk’s horn spun a bit when Dale cast away his underwear, leaving him fully bare, just as Rusk himself was. Although the Rhydon was only just getting the same level of exposed, as his cock was pushing out of the slit in his body…Dale was trying to brace himself for it, it was common knowledge that morphs were just BIGGER, and humans weren’t supposed to try to compare themselves against a completely different standard. But it was hard not to feel a bit envious of a piece that was over double his in every size aspect, even if Dale himself was far from a slouch as far as his peers, even a bit bigger than average. The shape was what stuck out most, though, Rusk’s cock was pointed at the end and spread to its full girth after a couple inches, but it also had grooves spiraling down it all the way to the base. Definitely reminding Dale of something… “Please tell me that doesn’t actually spin.”

“Nah. I’d need to take another evolution if I wanted that.”

“…You’re not joking, are you?”

“Not even. Supposed to be a hell of an experience, but I’m in no rush to find out personally. This is more than good enough for me…” Rusk grinned as he leaned in a bit towards Dale. “And I think you’ll agree with me, once all’s said and done.”

“Nnh…not likely.” Dale looked away a bit, flushing. It was hard to believe he was giving up his anal virginity like this…with another guy? Sure, that sort of thing tended to matter less for morphs than humans, but he WAS a human, it sort of mattered to him. But it was also that daunting size… “I think that might be just a bit too big for me to enjoy.”

“Hm, don’t worry, I know how to take care of that.” The Rhydon stood up and headed towards his ‘tent,’ opening his small bag and pulling out an orange-colored bottle. As he walked over, Dale eyed that bottle with some suspicion.

“…Lube? Seriously? Were you planning this?”

“‘Course not. I always carry lube around. Never knew when it’ll come in handy. Especially this, this is the GOOD stuff.”

“The good stuff? How is it any different from anything else, apart from probably being overpriced?” asked Dale dubiously.

“Oh, you’ll find out. And I’ll make sure you find out the fun way. Now turn around, put that ass up and let me prep it.”

With a final sigh of resignation, Dale did as instructed, getting on all fours and raising his rear up while lowering his chest down. He knew what the ‘presenting’ position was, even if he’d never taken it before, and never expected to…well, maybe if a girlfriend had designs like this, he might’ve been open to that, but this was definitely not a girlfriend. Well, maybe if it was torture, Rusk would end it early, the Rhydon was still too much of a nice guy to really put him through hell…

A wince graced Dale’s face as a thick, rough-surfaced digit coated with something thick and gooey pushed slowly inside his rear end. Said wince was, however, rapidly dispelled as his eyes shot open and he let out a loud gasp - mainly from the sudden buzz and tingle that arose wherever that finger touched, but also from the sudden surge in sensitivity as he felt the friction much more starkly. In seconds he was squirming from the rubbing, his cock rapidly springing to full hardness - this was NOT what we was expecting in the slightest! And the remarkable part was, despite his inexperience, he really couldn’t say it felt bad at all, which was also way outside expectations.

That finger kept rubbing inside, smearing the lube around as much as it could; the buzz and tingle faded away, but he certainly felt looser, and the rubbing of that finger was making him moan and clench a bit. As it finally pulled out, he was left panting and shaking a bit, seeing stars from the intensity of the treatment. All from just one finger…that couldn’t have been right, could it? It was supposed to feel good but not THAT good…but before he could think on that, he heard Rusk shift, and a rough arm wrapped around his chest and rolled him to his side, pulling him into the Rhydon’s body. He felt the tip of that pointed cock poking at his pucker, and tensed up at the starkness of the sensation - that touch was a jolt like he’d touched something cold, though it felt considerably better than that. “That’s…a-are you sure that’s enough?”

“No question. Just relax, let me take care of things.” Rusk’s voice was confident as always, and Dale felt himself give in to that, trying to open up his rear. Though, if that thing was like a drill, maybe it could break in no matter how tight he was, but he didn’t want to chance that being a problem. All he could do now was take a deep breath and try to brace himself…

He wasn’t ready. Couldn’t have been ready for the sudden shove, and that lubed-up cock driving in a few inches, HARD. Dale let out a loud cry as he was broken in for the first time - and heaven help him, it felt fucking sensational. Rough, yes, in multiple ways, but the contact of that abrasive staff on his flesh lit him up like the bonfire, getting him to jet some pre out of his achingly needy cock. Rusk was definitely delivering on his promise, far more than Dale could have ever expected…

The Rhydon wasn’t content with just that, though, and was slowly drilling deeper inside. And it wasn’t quite as easy there, the sensation of stretching had discomfort and pain as he delved in deeper…but also had that buzz that was now going deeper as well, which felt like it was loosening him up, letting him mold around the morph’s cock and relax into it…as well as making him ever more sensitive in the good way. And in the back of Dale’s mind, a memory, something he’d never really thought about, but had somehow decided to take up space and wait to be summoned by circumstance. A very special type of lube, specifically designed for use by humans who wanted to have the full experience with morphs… “F-fuck…Rusk…you…you didn’t…use THAT stuff?”

“Sure did,” rumbled Rusk. “Nothing better to break in an untested human tush with, and make sure they never regret it.”

“Haha…you…you’re…a-aren’t you…supposed to ask before you use that?”

“That’s what they say, yeah, but come on, there’s nothing bad about it…if anything, it should be standard to use it for first-timers, makes everything so much better, even protects them. You’re not gonna be regretting it, believe me.”

Dale was going to have a hard time specifically disputing that, especially as that cock was driving in ever deeper, that rough surface rubbing him raw in the most scintillating way, his body being broken in more and more and ceding to its new normal. All thanks to that lube…Dale didn’t know what was in it or who came up with it, but it was a favorite of morphs who wanted to work on humans. Essentially making them both entirely compatible without the need for additional preparation, and also inducing a dramatic sensitivity increase that would allow them to enjoy the ‘type advantage’ effect, though without specificity. The reason they were supposed to ask was because it was a one-way street - once you induced it, you couldn’t UN-induce it, and it didn’t wear off. A change like that, permission was typically supposed to be offered freely first…

…but who was Dale kidding? He would have said yes if Rusk had asked. Rusk knew he would have said yes. He wasn’t going to raise a stink over it, it would NOT have been a good time for either of them without it.

It wasn’t too much longer before rocky hips connected with Dale’s rear, the buzz going as deep as it could. It was a strain in the areas which weren’t used to it, but it was already getting much better, and the pleasure he was feeling from the lower depths was overriding any objections Dale could have put up. Rusk held himself there for a bit, letting the human’s body mold to him, loosen up and sensitize, and giving Dale a chance to catch his breath. “See, ain’t that bad, is it? Don’t have to be gay to enjoy some anal play, especially when it can feel as good as this, right?”

“Hnn…y-yeah, I guess…” No sense in disputing it, Rusk wouldn’t have understood anyway, morphs always thought it was weird that humans were so strict about how they got their pleasures. Just how their respective brains were wired…but they went to efforts to bring humans around to their perspective, and Dale was starting to get there. Rusk started to move again, pulling out slowly and then thrusting in suddenly, and he let out a mewling cry, cock drooling precum as another thrum of bliss coursed through him, not a hint of that previous discomfort left to temper the raw pleasure. That stuff really was impressive…even more so that apparently morphs just felt like that naturally, didn’t need any help to get their get on, and when the types matched up…no wonder they were so horny all the time if things were this good.

Rusk could only be patient about his rutting for so long, though, and Dale gasped as a growl heralded the onslaught. Suddenly he was driving in hard, and fast, faster than he would have expected for a bulky Rhydon morph. His arms reached back, trying to help cling to Rusk’s neck and side as those arms held fast to him, all to ensure he stayed nice and secure as he was railed ruthlessly. Breathless cries and moans sang out from Dale, his body reflexively clenching on that drilling rod, rubbing viciously against his insides and leaving a ferociously delightful burn within him, enhanced as the Rhydon’s pre smeared all over him, sickening him up but also increasing the friction in other ways, the graininess of the tacky fluid adding to the roughness even as it let Rusk slide in faster. His prostate was mauled without mercy, spurring more gushes of pre from his own cock to splatter onto the ground. It was better than he ever would have guessed before the fact, and Dale was starting to really get lost in it, letting go of reservations and inhibitions and sinking into the raw pleasure of it all.

The thick earthen scent in the air was making his head spin, too…Rusk’s scent, he had smelled it before but not smelled it like this, not so thick and so heavy with lust. There was something so alluring about it, so primal, so imposing…Dale’s heart was thudding from it all, his cries getting higher as he closed in on his orgasm. It was slowly creeping in that, while his past romps had never been dissatisfying, none had ever been quite THIS impactful, making him lose himself in it this much, sending such ecstasy thundering through him…

Too much, too quickly, and suddenly, Dale was cumming, crying out louder as he bucked back into Rusk, squeezed down around that thick driving staff, unleashed jets of seed into the air in front of him, to splatter down in tacky whine lines on the grass below. Rusk gripped him tighter, shortening and powering his thrusts, working through that clenching to bring himself up to that peak to join the human…it took almost until Dale’s climax had run its course before he got there, a half-restrained roar bellowed out as he thumped in one final time and Dale felt that first thick pulse swamp his innards. It was thick, it was gritty, it was heavy, it was modestly warm, and there was so MUCH of it, each shot firing out filled him more and more and felt like it wouldn’t stop, like he might bloat out from the volume…maybe that was just an illusion because of the prominence in had inside Dale, but it was doubtlessly more than HE’D shot. He continued to squeeze wearily, even as his own pleasure ebbed away into the dull afterglow, leaving him panting and slumped against Rusk.

The Rhydon kept him close, working out whatever left was in his balls, though Dale wasn’t feeling too much more gain. “Seems like you enjoyed that just fine, unless all that was just an act for my sake. Not such a bad price to pay, eh?”

“Mmph…guess not.” Somewhat understated, but Dale was just feeling that out of it. Rusk wasn’t in any hurry to pull out, so he still was plugged up, but that thickness and heaviness felt like it was going to stick around for a good long while even after Rusk was out of him. That would be something to deal with tomorrow, if he had to. “I’m gonna need to pay in advance for the way back, won’t I?”

“Unless you feel confident enough that you can handle it by then,” replied the Rhydon with a knowing chuckle. “Though I certainly won’t be bothered if you aren’t. And nothing’s saying you can’t trade for rides while we’re out here, either…”

“Hf. Weren’t you the one saying I should build stamina?”

“I was, but I know you well enough - trying to tell you what you SHOULD do usually doesn’t end up with you listening. But this time that might work out in my favor.” Another snicker from the big rocky beast. “And something tells me you won’t be that averse to it, either…”

Dale could have tried to deny it, but he doubted he’d even believe it himself. The two rides on a Rhydon had been the only parts of the day that he’d really enjoyed...and while there were things he clearly could tell now he couldn’t handle, this he definitely could. The question of whether he’d want to continue handling it even after he’d ‘paid’ his price was something he could shove off to think about another time…