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Hot. Sun-baked. Sandy. Dusty. To many, the desert would’ve been a place of living torture, somewhere to spend as little time as possible, no time at all if one could avoid it.

To Kereth, it was paradise.

The Krookodile was laying back against a rock, soaking up the sun, unconcerned about anything. He was big enough and strong enough not to face much in the way of threats from other Pokémon, he was easily able to take care of his own needs...it was nice to have the luxury of resting in the sun, especially for one in the wild which tended not to be so kind. He was well-adapted to the desert, so none of the hazards bothered him...quite the contrary, he enjoyed the blazing heat and dusty breezes, they were just right for his type.

“Mmm...so nice...I could lay out here all day…”

“Are you bragging to yourself again?” Just a few feet away, a Sandslash dug his way out of the sand, popping up and leaning over on the ground still halfway buried, grinning at Kereth. “They say talking to yourself’s a kind of madness, I can’t imagine that bragging’s much better.”

“Don’t be silly, Ewing. I was bragging to you.”

“Oh, you just happened to know that I’d be visiting and spoke at just the right moment for me to hear?”

Kereth opened one eye lazily to look over at Ewing. The Sandslash was a fair bit smaller than he was, and not quite as strong, not exactly occupying the comfortable position at the top of the food chain that Kereth enjoyed. But Kereth liked him anyway, he had an attitude and sense of humor that was bolder than his size, and the Krookodile found him both amusing and entertaining. His seal of approval definitely helped Ewing out, not nearly as many Pokémon bothered him as they would normally. “Or maybe it’s because I can hear you and sense you digging around and so it’s pretty easy to predict when you’re coming around?”

“You say that every time, but I know for a fact that we can’t hear specific people, we just hear digging. For all you knew I was some Dugtrio who took a wrong turn at Albuquerque.”

“Where the heck is Albuquerque?”

“No clue, but it doesn’t sound like a very interesting place if people are getting lost trying to avoid it. Hey, kinda sounds like you!”

Kereth snorted amusedly. “They avoid me because I’m big and scary, not because I’m not interesting. Of course, some people, like you, know that I’m a perfectly nice guy if they don’t get on my bad side.”

Ewing snickered. “I might not go THAT far…”

“Did you come here for a reason, Ewing, or just to trade barbs? Spiky as you are, I will keep up with you…”

“Much as your inspiring presence is just so attractive, yeah, I came by for a reason. I just came across a human in the desert not too long ago. And I mean in the desert desert, not the part that they usually are.”

“A human? Really? Why?” Traveling trainers weren’t that uncommon, but in this part of the desert there wasn’t really anything for them - there were some ruins and caves on the far eastern side but out west was fairly devoid of anything for them, there weren’t even that many Pokémon to catch, and none that couldn’t be found more easily where things were less hostile.

“Your guess is as good as mine, but he looks pretty beat. Think we should help him out?”

“Hm, depends. You think he’ll be up for some fun?”

“Hah, if you give him a hand, I’ll bet he wouldn’t even wait to bend over. Just let me get in on the action too, okay?”

“Wouldn’t dream of denying you, you found him after all.” With a grunt, Kereth heaved himself to his feet, pushing himself upright mostly using his tail. “Once he sees this fine specimen of masculinity, though, you may seem inadequate by comparison.”

“I’ll just have to teach him that bigger ain’t always better, then.”

---

Fuck everything. Fuck Mondo, fuck the sun, fuck me for being stupid, and fuck my sense of direction.

To say Kevin was unhappy would’ve been putting it lightly. He wasn’t supposed to be here and didn’t want to be here...all he’d wanted to do was go visit the ruins, let his Pokémon rest at the center and recover after an impressive battle. But on his way there he’d run into “Mondo,” the worst example of a person he could imagine...the guy was a bully, pure and simple, and had cronies to back him up. Kevin had beaten him a few times in Pokémon battles, but he didn’t have them with him this time, and Mondo had seized the opportunity to get a bit of payback. By the time Kevin had escaped the pursuit, he had no idea where he was anymore, and somehow he’d gotten turned around...at this point he just kept walking, surviving off the supplies in his bag, but they wouldn’t last that much longer. It was only supposed to be a couple hours, after all…

They’ll be worried sick about me. I should’ve taken at least one of them with me...what happens if I run into a nasty Pokémon out here? They usually leave people without Pokémon alone, but…

The biggest problem was the heat. It didn’t really matter much if he had water enough to get him through the day, the baking sun was probably going to give him heatstroke or something. He’d applied sunscreen before going out but it wouldn’t be much longer before he’d also be working on a fierce sunburn...what he wouldn’t have given for some refuge from the sun, but the desert seemed not to be offering any of that.

If I die out here...what the hell is going to happen? Will anyone come looking for me? Will my Pokémon be all right? Fuck...I hope I don’t have anything to worry about on that front...I really hope I can get out of here unscathed...or hell, even scathed, as long as I get out…

He didn’t know how long he’d been walking, it was hard to tell with the nearly featureless desert stretching out in front of him. He’d seen nothing of note, and nothing that could help him out of his predicament...until, after what felt like an age, the first thing of interest was right under his feet. He felt the sand suddenly shift, and stumbled backwards, yelping a bit as his hands hit the hot sand. Nervously he watched as a large Krookodile emerged from the hole, followed shortly by a Sandslash next to him. At this point, he was more relieved that someone was around than worried about the threat of encountering wild Pokémon without something to defend himself.

“Heh...hot enough for ya?” The Krookodile sounded friendly enough, at least. “What’s a human like you doing out here all your lonesome? Not exactly the best place for you to be, from what I know.”

“Ugh...don’t remind me. I...got lost, after being...well, chased out here.” Kevin felt a bit embarrassed relaying the story, even if they didn’t really have any reason to judge him over it. It just felt kind of humiliating… “I don’t really knew where I am, but I...I don’t really want to be out here. I just want to get back to the city.”

“Big surprise there,” the Sandslash snickered. “Well, you know, no one knows how to handle the desert better than we do. And since we’re nice guys, maybe we could offer to help you. For a price, of course.”

Help for a price? Kevin was more than happy to oblige, even without knowing the price. He definitely wasn’t getting out on his own. “You would do that? Thank you so much, I’m definitely gonna say yes! Er, though, what kind of price are you talking? I have plenty of stuff back in the city but not much on me right at the moment…”

“Don’t you worry about that,” the Krookodile replied, though his grin held something suspicious. Clearly they had him at a disadvantage...but what else was new? “My name’s Kereth, and my friend here is Ewing. You?”

“Er, Kevin. So how do we get out?”

“Well, it’s not going to be right away...you’re kind of far away from civilization here. You realize you’ve been going the wrong way?”

“Augh! Not even...I got so turned around, and this desert...there’s like no way of knowing where anything is!”

“Not true,” Ewing said. “You just have to know how to look. Humans who don’t spend a lot of time in the desert don’t know, but you can bet we do. We’ll get you on track, no problem, but you don’t look like you’re going to last much longer.”

Kevin sighed a bit. They had a point, as much sun as he’d gotten already, if he had to double his walk he’d keel over before it was finished for sure. “I probably won’t…”

“So we won’t be going right back, exactly. What we’re gonna do instead is take you to a place where you can rest up for the trip. It’s not too far out of the way, and we’ll head underground so we get out of the sun a bit. Once you’ve had your chance to recover, then we’ll take you to the edge of the desert. You should be able to find your way from there.”

That sounded like a solid plan...not that he had anything else to offer. Kevin nodded in agreement. “Okay...I hope you guys are okay with doing all the digging, I’m not gonna be much use there.”

“No problem,” Kereth responded with a grin. “You just follow behind me, I’ll make sure the passage is wide enough for a human. Ewing’ll be the lead and make sure we stay on course.”

“You can count on me!” the Sandslash declared with a salute, and then dove back into the sand. The hole was surprisingly solid, given the rather loose stuff around it, and Kereth’s expansion seemed to hold just as well...perhaps the Pokémon had some special skill that allowed for that. Kevin wasn’t complaining, the more solid it was the better for him. He was still a bit uneasy as he crawled into the hole...it was still rather tight around him, and while he wasn’t claustrophobic it certainly wasn’t easy on his nerves. But the coolness of it made up for that...it was still pretty warm down there, but they were out of direct contact from the sun, and that was helping a significant amount.

Guess I’ll just have to follow behind...and hope that things stay this good for the whole way. It could be a lot worse…

---

It took a good hour of trekking before the payoff, and that alone was hard enough on Kevin. He hadn’t anticipated how much work it would be crawling through the ground...the holes were fairly cramped, and not easy to get through even if he wasn’t the one digging. He wasn’t built for that kind of motion, and it was clearly wearing on him over time as he followed up the Krookodile’s rear. The air was pretty heavy and thick, making it hard to breathe...there was a definite earthy scent, as well as something else he couldn’t recognize, something weird and not fully pleasant, yet not entirely vile either. It still wasn’t making it any easier to get fresh air to his lungs, and he was struggling with it towards the end.

But it ended up being worth it. Finally, they emerged into a more open space...it was still somewhat darker, clearly underground, but no longer a narrow tunnel but a larger chamber. His eyes opened wide as he looked around. There was a spring of fresh water running around the roots of a large tree. The water made the air feel fresh and cooler...in fact, the temperature of the chamber was pretty temperate, a far cry from the overground or even the tunnels. He took deep breaths in, feeling relieved already; this was a great spot to rest up, no question, and worth the trek.

“Who would’ve thought there was a place like this under the dunes?” he marveled as he walked towards the spring. “Is this safe to drink?”

“Sure is, and only people who’re familiar with the desert would know,” Kereth said. “There’s a couple of oases in the desert, and one of them is close by, but it’s easier to get water if you’re lower down. There’s some deeper springs even, but those are pretty strictly off-limits for humans. More because getting them down there is a bit too dangerous, the deeper you go the more likely a cave-in will get you in trouble. But we’re close enough to the surface that you could dig yourself out if that happened.”

Kevin stopped drinking for a moment. “Oh...is that likely to happen?”

“Not in here,” Ewing assured him. “It was more likely in the tunnels, but this place has been plenty reinforced. It’s a pretty common hang-out spot, you might see other Pokémon around while you’re resting up.”

“Okay, that’s good...I owe you guys a lot, this is gonna help me last a lot longer.” He was already feeling better, his throat wasn’t nearly as dry and his head felt clearer. “Speaking of...what are you guys gonna want from me? I don’t know what kinds of payments would work for you in the desert...I don’t imagine you have much need for money, and I don’t know if I have any food or anything that would really keep…”

The two Pokémon exchanged knowing glances. “Well, since you’re eager to find out...it’s not food or money that we’re after,” Ewing said.

“Nah, we’re much more interested in your body,” Kereth agreed.

“My body? What…” It took a moment, but Kevin picked up on the meaning without any further prompting. He instantly went crimson. “R-really? I, uh...I mean, why that, of all things? Surely you can get plenty of that in the desert at your leisure…”

“Yeah, but not with humans,” Ewing cackled. “There’s something about fucking humans that’s so deliciously...subversive. You guys all think you’re tops in the world, and plenty of Pokémon don’t care enough to challenge that. So when we get to be the ones in control, giving you a rutting like no one’s business...man, it couldn’t feel any better.”

“You’re not the first one we’ve had the pleasure of, and with any luck you won’t be the last.” Kereth’s toothy grin returned, and now Kevin figured out what it was that was behind it in the first place. “We’d like for it to not be something we take by force, but it wouldn’t be the first time for that, either. But I think you’d have to agree that, for all we’re doing for you, it’s hardly a huge price to pay.”

“It’s...you’re right about that.” He probably should’ve felt more uneasy about it, especially knowing their motivations...most likely they wouldn’t just want to have their way with him, but have him be pretty submissive about it, give them the real feeling of being in control. A position that was maybe somewhat demeaning...but they had saved him, they’d brought him to a place where something like that wouldn’t do more damage to him than he could handle, and they deserved to be repaid for that. If that meant bending over for them...well, he could think of worse things. “Okay...I’ll do what you want. Just, uh, try to leave me with enough energy to make it back to the city, okay?”

“No promises, but we’ll see. Now how about you get those clothes off of you? They could probably stand to dry off anyway…”

Another good point; the sweat-soaked garments were getting itchy and unpleasant. Really, he probably should wash them before he left, if he could, but that might take too long...he peeled his shirt off, laying it flat off to the side, and then kicked off his shoes and laid his socks next to them. He was a bit more hesitant with his shorts and underwear, giving a furtive glance back to the two eagerly waiting Pokémon...but he was already committed to this, there was no point in being shy now, so with a breath he dropped them, laying them out to dry off as well. The air was slightly cool on him thanks to the residual sweat on his body, but it felt kind of good after the long period in the sun. And the ground underneath was slightly more firm than the sand on the surface, so it wasn’t that bad on his bare skin either.

He turned to face the two, trying to fight the heat in his face. He could tell the Pokémon were sizing him up, and probably not all that impressed by what they saw. Not that he had much to impress them with, he was fairly lean, not all that strong, he’d been developing endurance on his travels and his legs were a bit better off than his upper body, but he was still no athlete and very much looked the part. Nor was he packing all that much downstairs, average at best, and only with limited experience to boot.

“Heh...you don’t look like all that much,” Kereth rumbled, definitely a bit of taunting in the voice but also a bit of appreciation, somehow. “You’re gonna be a nice easy bitch to control, then, aren’t you?”

There was a touch of bite in the word, sending a slight shiver down Kevin’s spine...fear, or desire? Maybe both. “I’ll be...whatever you need me to be, Kereth.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that,” Ewing said with a false sweetness. “Let’s see you on all fours, then...best be ready, because we’re not gonna take turns.”

Kevin nodded and sank down onto his knees. The sand was a little bit uncomfortable on them, but he doubted he’d be thinking about that much longer. Indeed, as he could see the growing erections on the Pokémon in front of him, his mind pretty much centered on that entirely. Both were bigger than he’d expected...hell, Ewing had him beat, despite being way shorter he was packing a cock longer and thicker than the human’s, tapered at the tip and possessed of barbs all the way from tip to base. Even he was dwarfed by Kereth, though; the Krookodile was packing a monster, with a spade-like head that quickly filled out to something far thicker than he’d ever considered letting back there, with a bulging ridge in the middle and again at the base. And there seemed to be little doubt that he’d be the one taking Kevin’s rear, judging by the way that Ewing was eying his face. Intimidating to be sure, though he had a feeling he was supposed to be...and it didn’t escape him that he was starting to stiffen down there.

Sure enough, Kereth was starting to walk around him, eyeing him up with a cocky grin; he felt almost like a piece of meat in the Pokémon’s eyes, and hoped that his fun would only entail the screwing, not anything more sinister. Though, if he had such intentions, why go to all the effort to bring him here? No, he was probably just trying to be a bit scary...his thoughts were interrupted by a clawed paw turning his head back forward, face bumping right into Ewing’s barbed shaft. “Might as well get things started, right?” the Sandslash said, in a tone that made Kevin certain that it wasn’t really an offer.

His mouth opened, and he tentatively liked at the tip of the offered dick. A salty and earthy taste met his tongue, tinged with a muskiness, not super strong but very clear...not the most desirable thing he’d even put on there, but not as bad as he thought it might have been. The barbs were more of a worry to him anyway, as he started probing them with his tongue he found them as sharp and scratchy as they looked, they stopped short of hurting but he wasn’t sure he’d find them very pleasant. Ewing let out a quiet laugh as he watched, knowing exactly what the human was thinking. “You’ll get used to them soon enough, don’t you worry.”

Kevin nodded a bit, accepting that that was the likely fate; it couldn’t be that bad, though, he was fairly sure. Trying not to be dallying, he opened his mouth and drew the end of the cock all the way into his mouth, trying to get used to the barbs scratching along the inside as the tastes became more constant. The cock surface was a bit rough as well, sandpapery to the touch, but it didn’t stand out as much as the barbs, that was what he felt the most. Still, the pleased sigh from Ewing suggested that he was doing something right, so he kept working it.

He wasn’t exactly prepared for the clawed hands grabbing his ass, spreading his cheeks for a huge cock that lined up with his hole just moments before powering forward. The slam was harsh, spreading his virgin asshole obscenely wide with no preparation of any kind, taking him all the way to the hilt immediately. And the force didn’t end there, the sand croc pushing hard enough to send him surging forward on Ewing’s cock, forcing it all the way in and down his throat. He fought the urge to gag and bite with desperation, not wanting to do anything to piss Ewing off as he tried to adjust as quickly as possible.

Kereth laughed, a deep, taunting, almost mocking laugh. He’d been waiting deliberately until the human was distracted; it was so much more fun when they didn’t know it was coming. The way they moved and squirmed was just so much more lively...he didn’t let Kevin get used to the feeling of his cock, either, starting to rock into him at top speed back and forth, in and out, with a powerful grip on the human’s hips to keep him steady. At the front, Ewing was copying him, bucking into Kevin’s mouth with greater speed, huffing and mewling from the pleasure provided by the human’s tongue and throat.

It was all Kevin could do to try to keep up with everything that was happening. He was feeling the scratching barbs raking all along his tongue, down his throat, just about everywhere they could, moving so quickly that he couldn’t avoid their full force. It was starting to feel bizarrely good, though...they weren’t clawing him, just scratching him, making him more sensitive with each stroke. He was also getting more of that taste from Ewing, as his precum leaked all over...he swallowed as much as he could around the thrusts, though it was proving somewhat tricky. And then there was the thick cock slamming in and out of his ass, rough like Ewing’s, maybe even more so despite the lack of barbs. So thick, it rubbed powerfully against the walls of his rear, heating him up more and more fiercely, fluid spitting into him, thin yet gritty, amplifying the heat and making him feel it more and more. He hadn’t been remotely ready for how it felt...yet, even through the rough face-fuck and vicious pounding in his ass, he felt incredible arousal, radiant pleasure, a need for more and more. He was loosening up for them at both ends, getting more and more relaxed and succumbing to their demands of him, the combination of pleasure and fatigue making him much more pliable.

And they were taking advantage. Ewing and Kereth were relentless in their screwing, pounding harder and faster as Kevin gave in to them...yet, every now and then they’d slow down a bit, let the bubble of pleasure in their loins fade back a bit so they could keep up the rut for longer. Kevin’s mind was hardly able to keep track of time, but they seemed to be going for a LONG time...and they were doing it just right to keep him lasting, too, preventing him from going over the edge by dimming the stimulation just enough. The point was about to come where he was going to beg for it, the need was so great. So often they pushed him to what he thought was the point of no return, only to fall back and let him learn that it wasn’t…

Finally, after what felt like an age, he was pushed back to the brink and Kereth slammed in just right to get him over. He cried out around the cock in his throat as he started spurting onto the sand beneath him, virile ropes of milky seed hitting the sand with a splash. It had taken a long time, but hell if it didn’t feel like the best climax he’d ever been through, the pleasure almost making him pass out, possibly would have if not for the thrusting at both ends ravaging him into continued consciousness. His squirming and tension was certainly getting a response from them...they weren’t slowing down anymore, they were ready to give him the big one. All he could do was brace himself.

Kereth came first, a deep snarl breaking forth as he dug his claws into the human’s skin and collided with his rear one last time, the tip wedged in so deep inside him he thought it might poke out. The first gush made Kevin’s eyes bug out, it was so thick and hot, and raked against his insides just as much as the Krookodile’s cock had! And he had plenty to give, just the first couple shots alone felt like more than he’d stored up during the entire romp, and it wasn’t ending, just pumping into him round after round. He didn’t even know if he could contain it all...indeed, some of it was squishing back around Kereth’s dick, leaking a bit from his asshole as he shifted around.

Finally, Ewing joined him, letting out a euphoric trilling call and shooting off down Kevin’s throat. Like at the other end, there was plenty of friction in the gritty seed, though it wasn’t quite as massive an amount to put so much pressure against him and really abrade...the first several rounds went straight into his gullet, but then Ewing pulled back, extracting a good bit of his cock and leaving the tip to flood Kevin’s mouth, giving him the full taste experience. It was almost overwhelming, the flavor was ten times what his pre had been, much muskier and heavier and lingering with him even as he tried to swallow it all. A bit of it leaked out, but most of it joined the early stuff inside him, the double-ended filling certainly leaving him feeling nice and packed inside.

Both of the Pokémon pulled out just before they finished, letting the last of their loads splatter onto Kevin’s face and ass. It was an extra bit of demeaning, getting painted that way, so obviously made to be their plaything...and he wasn’t really planning to complain about it. Not that he could easily get the words out anyway, panting as hard as he was, throat raw from the oral treatment. He flopped over onto his back, chest heaving up and down as he tried to recover. Incredibly, he was still hard...it had been a ride to remember, for sure.

“Looks like we did a number on you,” Ewing observed, sounding fairly entertained. Neither of the Pokémon seemed to be as worn out as Kevin was, they were panting a bit but otherwise handling themselves well.

“Y-yeah...I...wasn’t expecting it...to be THAT rough…”

“Heh, we did say you’d get a rutting like no one’s business...that’s just how we do it. You can’t tell me you didn’t like it.”

“I...sure can’t. I’m just...totally worn out from it.”

“Heh, not our fault you couldn’t keep up.” Kereth traded grins with Ewing that Kevin didn’t notice; it wasn’t exactly true, they’d been pretty deliberate about taking the human hard enough that he’d be too exhausted to keep on the journey out of the desert. “So you’re saying you aren’t ready to keep going on your way out of the desert?”

Kevin shook his head slowly. “Not...even a little bit.”

“Well, in that case, we’re gonna keep fucking you.”

“What? You...you are?”

“You bet,” Ewing confirmed. “You want us to wait around here doing nothing so you can get your breath back? To heck with that, you want us to hang around, you gotta make it worth our while. Given that we’re your only way out of here, I doubt you’re gonna refuse...and given that you got into being fucked by Pokémon as much as you did, I don’t think you’re gonna mind.”

Kevin’s face flushed a bit; they were railroading him, for sure, but at the same time, it was...kind of hot? It felt so odd, he should’ve been the one in charge, but they had him dead to rights and it was strangely thrilling to be in a position like that. “I...my Pokémon...they’re...going to be worried…”

“Oh, is that so?” Kereth smirked; now he was getting ideas. He stepped over to Kevin, putting a foot on his chest and leaning down with another of those huge crocodile grins on his face. “Well then...we’re gonna fuck you ‘til nightfall, and if you’re not ready to get a move on by then, then one of us is going to go get your Pokémon and bring them here, so they can see that you’re all right...and see how much of an eager little bitch you are. I wonder if that will give them any ideas...or, perhaps, make them eager to act on ideas they already have? Most trained Pokémon would be perfectly happy to do so...I wonder if yours will be the same way? Perhaps they’ll see being down here as a chance for a vacation...a vacation from belonging to you. Heh...I wonder if you’d even try to stop them.”

The redness in Kevin’s face deepened. Surely his own Pokémon wouldn’t be like that...but...he’d seen and heard some hints, little things here and there...suggestions and jokes that left him wondering now. If they decided they wanted in on the action...would he really step up and stop them? Or would he enjoy them subverting the normal order of things, getting dominant on their trainer and taking charge of him like Ewing and Kereth had?

One thing seemed to be for sure, as the two Pokémon descended upon him for round two, switching ends up on him: he was going to find out the answers to all these questions. And he couldn’t deny that a part of him was rather looking forward to it.