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Berry Good Day

A Commission by Laz Briar

There's more than one way to use a poke'mon.

A fundamental misconception among trainers is that their colorful, vibrant friends are only meant for the fields of battle. Perhaps it's the fault of cultures and histories which celebrated the elaborate conflicts between trainers and their beasts. Or, perhaps it's the lack of imagination on the part of most people.

Whatever the reason, Jet wasn't particularly fond of the conflict scene. Not to say he shied away from it if it was unavoidable, but poke'mon meant a bit more to him than just “fighting monsters." Maybe this came from his family – they were, after all, a small business of Berry enthusiasts who made their mark in the region of Sinnoh by selling home grown fruits. Because of that, they emphasized their poke'mon more like partners who aided in the labor and pursuit of fresh ingredients and rare Berries.

Jet certainly took it to heart. For a good year now he had travelled the land, hunting down whatever Berry he could find. Normally, for a single person, this was an unsurmountable task. But, he had help.

Ever since he could remember, Jet had a loyal Mightyena and Lycanroc at his side, colorful canine-like companions which possessed the senses for digging up all sorts of unique flora. They were bred especially for the acquisition of Berries, often finding the sneaky plants in the most unusual of places. They were also quite protective, which certainly served as a huge benefit. Though they didn't fight much, thieves and troublemakers were common on the road, especially if you were on your lonesome.

Today, then, fell into the usual afternoon routine. Jet set up camp in a nearby forest, where trees were spacious enough to allow for open patches of grass. His girls – Kura (the Mightyena) and Kazi (the Lycanroc) – were farther off, sniffing at the springtime air, no doubt in pursuit of scents most interesting.

Much like Jet didn't care much for the traditionalist view of battle, he also cast off the confines of poke'balls, at least when it wasn't necessary. Yes, he knew all about the elaborate interiors and how they were designed for “maximum comfort" according the engineer's PR team, but something about jailing two wild beasts in a tiny space always felt. . . off. They were disciplinary, as far as he was concerned, designed to tame wild catches or keep poke'mon safe in bad conditions.

Plus, you couldn't find Berries if your hunters were trapped in little spheres of reinforced plastic.

Once Jet finished pitching camp, he set out to find the two girls, which didn't prove too hard. Often, they worked as a pair, Kazi taking the lead. The Lycanroc was the eldest of the group – night evolved with wild scarlet fur and terrifying eyes – sort of the pack leader. She took point in case of danger, where Kura used her heightened senses to seek out potential Berry spots – digging around at interesting spots when located.

Jet located them soon, where to his delight, they found several stems of Berries, quite mature, practically untouched.

“Holy heck!" the young trainer said. He looked around, as though a mysterious force might pop out and try to take the discovery.

“How'd you girls find this?" he said, as the two canids glanced at him, tails wagging with pride.

A nonsense question he knew, but he found it hard to contain his excitement. He gave them a few generous pets before kneeling down, studying the supple plant and its offspring.

Incredible! The bearings were at least as big as his fist! Maybe larger.

“This is amazing!" Jet said. “This might be our best find yet!"

Kazi smirked, watching her trainer ogle the fruit. Her partner, on the other hand, shifted attention, nose flaring at yet more smells.

“Rrr?" grumbled Kura, starting to pad away from the bushes.

Confused, Kazi looked between Jet and the leaving Kura. What could possibly be more important?

Uncertain, the Lycanroc gave Jet a cautious once over, though he was clearly enamored with his latest find. So, she wandered with Kura, until they reached another not-too-distant clearing, with yet more berries present.

“Aroo!" yelped Kazi in prideful surprise. Like their first find, there were dozens of healthy Berries sprouting all over, forming thick bushes with plentiful yields.

Looking back, the girls saw that Jet hadn't followed them yet. Likely still caught up in his find, running tests on them or some such. It always looked funny to them.

Sniffing, Kura approached the patchwork of fruit. She didn't recognize them, and the trio had discover a lot of Berries in their time. They were fat, pear-like things, a deep green rimmed with bulbous yellow spots. They didn't carry much of an odor, but they certainly looked juicy.

Kura grinned. Hey! There were so many of them, and it had been a while since breakfast. She was feeling a tad hungry so, perhaps a snack was in order.

“Grrroo?"

Kazi looked at her companion like she was about to commit some sneaky act. Suppose she was. After all, their trainer held these berries in high regard.

But then again, there were so many! And like Kura, Kazi was getting hungry herself. Just one of the strange fruits looked enough to feed them four hours.

The girls looked behind them, Jets exciting mutter audible over the chorus of forest sounds. He probably wouldn't mind. So, they approached the stem of fruit, and simultaneously took a bite out of one of the hefty berries.

After a few munches, they swallowed. Then. . .

Blegh!

“Rkkaagk!"

Kura made a face like she bit into a Slowpoke's foot. Egh! The fruit was not sweet, rather, bitter and dry! Then came the aftertaste! Worse! It was like munching on raw pepper or an onion.

Kazi shuddered from the flavor, spitting out the remains of the fruit. Well they were just terrible! Why even consume them in the first place?

The girls regret their decision, tails lowering and ears flattening. Perhaps it was best to leave these berries undiscovered. . .

Unfortunately for them, Jet had finished his previous work and called to them. In a moment he discovered the two and the horrible Berries, much to their regret. Such a terrible fruit should remain undiscovered, the poke'mon decided, but hindering Jet's enthusiasm was impossible.

“Hey girls! What'cha find?" said Jet, jogging to them with an eager expression. “More berries! Wow! We've hit the jackpot today!"

Kazi forced a grin and Kura grumbled. So much for hiding the terrible berries.

Jet looked them over, and then noticed the enormous bite chunks taken out of one of the fruits. He laughed.

“Couldn't resist, huh girls? Ahh that's okay, I'm getting a little hungry myself."

He approached the plants, in between his poke'mon, yanking off one of the green shapes. Kura wagged her tail but Kazi was none too pleased Jet had decided to take one of these bitter berries with him.

Patting them on the head, he retrieved a few fruits and stuffed them in his bag, checking the time. It was getting late in the afternoon, and the trio hadn't eaten.

“C'mon, let's snag some lunch, I think we deserve it!"

-*-

Jet took the time to quick set aside his berries in storage, using a container which “transferred" them to a box much like a poke'mon to its ball. Afterward, he decided to make a quick stew of various vegetables and meats. He wasn't much a cook but, his mother taught him a few things and the girls liked it too.

He set out bowls for Kura and Kazi, the canine girls eager to get the taste of bitter berry off their tongue. While they began to eat, Jet ruminated on the origin of the green berry, wondering what it could do. He'd seen all kinds during his journey, but this one was definitely the strangest. It certainly didn't look edible, so perhaps it was used as a spice or medicine?

While he ate away at soup, he didn't notice the grumbling of his two girls.

“Rrrg. . . aroo. . ."

Kazi's ears flagged and her usually tall, proud mane of white fell flat. Kura too started to whimper, nosing her bowl away and going limp to the ground. Something was happening.

It wasn't until Kazi let off a pained yelp did Jet look up from his food.

“Kazi?" he asked. He looked between the girls. It didn't take a genius to see something was wrong.

“Girls? Hey! What's the matter?"

Again, they whimpered, growling. Kura nosed at her leg. It began to ache, her muscles searing and whining like they were yanking apart.

“RAGGH!"

Jet hurried over to them. In a panic, he looked them over. “What's wrong!?"

Of course, they couldn't exactly tell him. But their body language was enough – clear in that they were in some kind of physical agony. Damn!

He let a hand ruffle through each girl's fur, searching for a lesion or cut or anything. But nothing! He checked their tongues and eyes but felt no instance of fever. Upset stomach?

“The berry. . ." Jet muttered. Now he remembered, yes, they had taken a bite out of that strange fruit!

Jet had medical supplies with him, but he didn't recognize the yield. It could be poison to a poke'mon! There was no reason to risk it then.

“Girls! I've gotta' get you to a center!" he said, shuffling with his belt. He had poke'balls for this reason, and it was an emergency. The poke'mon regarded the spheres with resistance, but, knew they had no other choice, especially as a new wellspring of pain formed in them.

No time then! Jet retrieved the girls and grabbed his bike. He'd have to leave his camp the way it was. Hopefully no scavenger or thief would come by, but a small price to pay if it meant saving his girls.

Speeding off, Jet tore through the forest until he was back on the nearby road. Fortunately, a healing center wasn't too far. They were smart enough to place them out on the rough, where the most damage was likely to occur to poke'mon. So, after a bit of biking, he found the facility, running inside.

Despite his panicked, if not terrified expression, the nurse inside regarded him with calm indifference. She likely had seen his kind of face a lot.

“Miss. . ." Jet said in between heaving breaths. “Poke'mon are sick. . . really sick. . ."

The kind woman tilted her head, smiling. “Calm down, sweetie. You're in the right place. May I have your poke'mon?"

Hunched over, Jet nodded, handing over the spheres. He felt guilty passing them off to be alone, but knew this was for the best.

At once, the nurse place the spheres in a medical apparatus behind her. Usually, the machine would apply some manner of healing aid and, depending on the injury, could heal the poke'mon in a few minutes. However. . .

The screen flashed red, never a good sign. The nurse looked it over, though maintained the same calm, controlled expression.

“W-what's wrong!?" Jet yelled, fearing the worst.

“Oh, nothing severe," said the nurse, voice cool and reassuring. “It appears your poke'mon may need additional care beyond the physical. Tell me, did they ingest any poison or chemicals, recently?"

Jet felt a cold chill go through him. He explained about the berries, where the nurse nodded.

“Not to worry then. It likely is some kind of allergic reaction. This happens, especially with scavenger poke'mon. We'll need to care for them, likely the rest of the night."

The whole night!? Jet didn't know what to say. That was too long! He was terrified; could it mean his girls were in real danger now?

Perhaps the nurse sensed these unspoken questions. “Please, try not to worry. We see this all the time, especially around forested areas. If it was something severe we would call for an emergency escort to one of our larger facilities."

Jet sniffed. His friends were hurt and it was probably his fault!

“Yeah, I guess. . ."

She nodded. “Try to get some rest. There's a small hostel for travelling trainers if you want to stay close by."

Jet shook his head. He explained about his camp and decided sticking around the center would just fill him with too much anxiety.

It took him a moment, but huffing, he left the center and returned to his camp, a dismal weight hanging over him. He spent the evening barely touching his food, blaming himself. Agh, how could he have been such a fool! He had been too lax, too comfortable. Always check the berry first, no matter what.

If something happened to the girls, he didn't know what to do. He'd swear off berry picking forever, that's what!

The rest of the night held thoughts similar to self-reprisal and frustration. Jet didn't find much in the way of sleep, either, only managing a few hours. He was anxious to know, eager (in a scared sort of way) to get back to the center.

He did attempt to busy himself with more berry studying, but it didn't help. In fact, looking at the strange, green one caused him to feel a surge of anger.

“This is your fault, stupid berry," he muttered, tossing it away.

Past midnight he finally slept. He doused the fire and zipped up the tent, hoping the morning might bring better news.

-*-

When Jet awoke, he snapped his eyes open and dashed out of his makeshift bed. Despite the pains of exhaustion lingering through him, he tossed on a fresh set of clothes and prepared to return to the center. Knots of fear tightened in his stomach, and his feet felt empty, cold.

He tried to remember what the nurse said, that “cases like this are normal," but it didn't nothing to stifle his fears. Only knowing would.

Like before, he biked to the center. The morning was a little chilly, with poke'mon fleeing his mad dash back. Eventually, he returned to the center, rushing back inside, panting.

It was not the nurse at the desk, but rather, a male attendant.

“Oh, uh, good morning young man. How can I help you?"

Jet took a moment to catch his breath. He also felt a new rise of panic. Where was the nurse?

“I was here yesterday," Jet said, gulping air. “I need to see my poke'mon!"

The attendant typed a few things in an unseen module. “Yesterday? Hmm. There were several cases that came in. Oh, wait. I see. . ."

He stared at his monitor, adjusting glasses. “Ahh, right. The extended stay. Hmm."

Jet froze. Why was the man pausing?

“What? What is it!? What happened!?"

There was no one else in the center to hear Jet yell, thank goodness. But he was beside himself with fear, now.

The attendant raised a hand. “Please, please. Calm down young man. Your poke'mon are fine. There's just been a few, uh, developments."

Oh, by all the poke'gods, thank goodness. Jet felt a wave of relief crash over him. The painful weight in his heart lifted. Replaced, however, with curiosity.

“Developments?"

The attendant nodded. “Hmm, yes. You should come with me. The nurse is overseeing the poke'mon's status."

Jet blinked. What did this even mean? Why wasn't the man just going to tell him? He repeated his question, adamant.

“Because," answered the attendant, “You'll want to see it for yourself."

So, he followed the attendant through an exterior corridor. Which was strange, as he never saw much of an actual Poke'Center. They went through a short hallway, connected to a set of doors. These doors were attached to a sort of glass, shell exterior, and then beyond that, a long, empty field of green (mostly), surrounded by the forest.

The nurse was there, in a different attire (like out of a lab), studying a couple of figures through the glass.

When Jet and the attendant approached, she smiled.

“Oh, it's good to see you again, sweetheart. You're poke'mon are back to full health."

Jet, again, was relieved. “Really?" he said.

She nodded. “Yes. Though, during the stay, there were some changes. We're not sure what happened. It's amazing, actually – it appears to be some kind of new evolution. In all my years studying poke'mon, I don't think I've seen anything like it."

The attendant nodded. “We considered inviting some experts, but, it's not really our call. You're the trainer, after all."

Jet was floored. New evolution!? That was simultaneously amazing and disconcerting. Did the berries offer some kind of strange stimulus into the girls? Like a battle?

“That's. . . wow." Jet rubbed his head.

The nurse gestured to the field, tapping the glass. “We did try to get them to come closer, but your girls don't seem to want company. We think they're waiting for you."

“Indeed," added the attendant. “You should go see them. You know, if you've somehow discovered a new evolved form, you'll change a part of poke'mon history!"

Jet blinked again. He wasn't sure about all that, or if he even cared. Right now, he just wanted to get back to his girls.

Following instruction, the nurse went to a wall module and hit a button. There was a buzz, and glass doors slid open, the fresh morning air greeting Jet as he walked out.

Well, the only way to figure out just what the heck was going on was to see all this for himself!

For a moment, he waded into the grassy field, alone. He didn't see the girls yet, but called out to them.

“Kura? Kazi!"

A pause. Nothing. Perhaps they were hiding?

But then, a familiar sound.

“Aroo!"

Heart coming to life, Jet looked around to see one of his girls. That was Kazi, surely!

Then, out of nowhere, a silhouette emerged on the peripheral of his vision. It was big. A lot larger than his girls. It bounded through the grass, draped in scarlet. At first, he thought it was some strange poke'mon, and then. . .

“OOF!"

He saw the sky faster than anything. Jet barely processed the moment, realizing he was knocked down, the figure having pounced upon him.

“W-what the!?"

At first, Jet was confused, if not a little frightened. This wasn't Kazi!

And then he realized. . . yes it was.

“Rff!" She was panting, leaning over him, licking his face. But she was different.

Rubbing his head, Jet sat up, the poke'mon backing up, though beaming at him with a delighted expression. Tail kicked up grass as it thumped the ground and she leaned over with enth-

Wait, she leaned!?

Jet was stunned. It was Kazi, all right, but her form had changed entirely. Now, she essentially held the proportions of a woman. No longer hunched over, no longer like that of a feral dog, it was as though she spliced herself with a human. Bipedal.

And. . . curvy?

“Kazi. . . is that you?"

Before Jet could process this, another familiar bark caught his attention. Kura came bounding up now, but this time from behind.

“Mrrrf!"

The familiar, Mightyena chirp rumbled through Jet as he felt soft, furred arms embrace him from behind. And then something else. Two heavy, soft hills of fur and flesh, practically squeezing his head. Jet was so confused!

“Kura?" he said, looking up against the silhouette. Except, he had a hard time seeing her face, because she was smothering him with a pair of fat, hefty breasts.

Jet blushed. He was confused and “something else." He didn't know what the “something else" was.

Kura was grinning down at him. A mane of long black hair accompanied her bewildering, green eyes. Like Kazi, she held the proportions of a woman, like the nurse but. . . bigger. Much bigger.

Jet had a hundred questions, plus more. The girls looked okay. They certainly had their energy back.

“Girls? Are you all right?" he asked. If nothing else, despite all changes, he wanted to be sure they were fine. That was important.

“Rooo," yipped Kazi, who leaned forward to nose Jet's face. He gave a weak smile.

“I'll take that as a yes, hah."

Uncertain, Jet stood, released from the grip of Kura. Here, he got a good look at them. Wow, they certainly did change.

A gentle sinew of muscle ran through Kazi, though she was always pretty strong. But now, she was much larger than Jet, at least double his height. Her hips were wide, plump, as was her chest. Thick, bouncy slopes, and Jet felt a silent shock as he saw something else – the tease of her bright pink nips. Oh. Oh dear. That “something else" was coming back.

Kura regarded him curiously, as he looked her over. She too was like Kazi – fat of rump and heavy of chest, though her mane was now like a luxurious coat of hair. Her own 'bits' were dark, however, like a night sky. Jet gulped.

He could feel himself 'stir.' His loins were getting uncomfortable. Every now and again, on the road, he might have impulse desires. Once, when berry hunting, his travels took him along the coast, and he saw a lot of cute girls there wearing rather exposing clothes. He remembered getting all flustered about it too, reaaaally needing some “relief" that night.

But this was “worse." This was so close and real and tangible.

“We, uh," he said, trying to distract himself. “Should probably check in with the nurse or something."

He took a step towards the building, but Kazi grabbed his wrist.

“Rrrrrr."

He looked at her. She was grinning. “W-what's wrong, Kazi?"

Well, nothing was wrong, and everything was right. The Lycanroc flashed her counterpart a mischievous glance, and without warning, dug her fingers into the rim of Jet's shorts. She didn't really know what pants were, so sort of tore them down. Jet was stunned all the same.

“Whoa! WHOA! W-what are you doing!?"

Here, Jet discovered that his brain and his body weren't exactly on the same page. Because, as the large canine morph revealed his briefs, he was quite hard. His undergarments were tented and his young, inexperienced cock was twitching.

He was familiar with porn and things but hadn't been with a girl. Travels didn't allow for that and he was still fairly young. But this, this was like a start to some raunchy video, and he didn't know what to do.

Kura came around to meet Kazi now, as his briefs went down. Now he was really stuck. He'd strip if he tried to move, while his cock flopped out, springing out in the morning air. What were they going to do?

“G-girls, what. . ."

Then again, based on their expressions, a part of him had a feeling. And that same part kinda wanted it.

Now, Kura and Kazi were looking at his freed flank with fascination. They looked at each other, then back at the inches, chops licking.

“Rrooooo. . ." grumbled Kazi, sniffing the scent. She hoisted herself on all fours, where Kura did the same, their tails – and thick, hefty rears – wiggling with excitement.

Jet could really get a sense of how much larger they were now, too. Egads! Their breasts were probably bigger than his head.

He raised his hands, trying to stop them. “Wait! What if someone sees!"

Neither of the morphs appeared to care. Instead, Kazi pushed her muzzle forward and then licked at the tip. This procured a grunt of surprise from Jet. She looked up to him, in almost servile fashion, pink eyes watching with careful interest.

She did it again, this time slower, where her tongue danced around the crown, taking long, sloppy slurps. Jet was astonished, letting off heated breaths, feeling a sort of excited panic.

Kura dared not be left out either, cooing as she pressed her nose against the shaft and let long, pink rug slip free to drag along the edge.

“Uggh. . . what. . ."

Jet was beside himself as the two poke'morphs began toying with his flank, their lips sliding across the twitching edges, taking turns to lap away the crown. They certainly worked well together, too, a team of servicing maws.

His face was flushed, but now, he was at the mercy of his girls. They had him under their spell, bodies tossing and writhing as they worked – the lewd, sloppy sounds emitting from their lips causing a raucous of arousal inside the boy. Even the way their heavy breasts wobbled about as they moved was a sight overwhelming, and Jet felt like he wanted this to last an eternity.

This was better than anything he'd done with his hand! The sensation was intense, certainly, but it was the idea that his girls were now slobbering over his inches, growling with approval, wagging their tails as they toyed with his malehood like it were a bone.

He was certainly hard as one!

“Rmrmrmrmrrm. . ." Kazi growled with what sounded like a chuckle, and here she dipped her nose to press against Jet's testes.

Soon, his sac was under assault too, thick tongues coming to lap at the stones. Kura would dive too, trading positions with Kazi while the scarlet Lycanroc came back to tip – engulfing the first few inches. A sultry play of doggishly lapping at testes and drooling against the simmering length ensued, while Jet felt waves of electric heat wash over his cock.

“This is incredible. . ." Jet rasp, his legs feeling weak.

As if on cue, the girls hastened their efforts. Now, Kazi wasn't just teasing his inches with playful suckles or tongue touches, she took him. Her sloppy muzzle – trickling with saliva – came upon the boy's root, bouncing her muzzle against him. Jet had to release cries of pleasure as she did. Trying to hold it in was almost painful.

Jet snapped his eyelids shut, only opening to view the greedy Lycanroc stealing away his member, her lips wrapped so perfectly tight it was like his flesh was made for her.

However, Kura wasn't about to be left out.

“RRF!"

With an angry nudge, the Mightyena muscled Kazi off the dripping mast, met with a challenging growl. It hardly mattered though, Kura took her turn all the same. But, she was far slower than Kazi, not as ravenous, a tedious metronome of head bobs caressing Jet's malehood. She even whimpered, offering submissive moans as she gazed up at her trainer – like she were submitting (and she was).

They were certainly aggressive in who got to put cock in their maw – even battering their hips against each other. This created a chorus of growls and moans and slurps, fleshy jiggles wobbling their generous rumps as they served with ravenous delight.

But Jet couldn't hold himself back. That sensation, that incredible surge of intense, orgasmic delight hit him in one jerking, jolting motion.

“NNG!"

Sure, he'd done it himself a few times, but it had never felt as good as this. It even caught the girls off guard while they nosed each other for “cock rights," their faces hit with a wave of hot, savory seed. It wasn't much, but still enough for them to yip in surprise. More so, they opened their maws to catch the mini-deluge, tongues spattered with a few ropes of white, while Jet nearly toppled over.

“Grrmrmr. . ." Both girls rumbled with approval, licking their chops as they watched their trainer fall to the grass.

For a moment, Jet was dizzy. Looking at the blue sky, he felt like he was swimming. His mind sizzled over and waves of gentle warmth bathed him, like he was still peaking – yet experiencing it in a softer, gentler sense.

“Girls, I don't. . . that was amazing. . ." he rasped, chest heaving.

It didn't matter to him anymore that his poke'mon were now, well. . . like full bodied women. Granted, what he just experienced might change anyone's mind!

He trembled, trying to lift himself up.

“Okay, g-girls, I think. . ."

His eyes met the same, lustful expressions. He wasn't going anywhere.

Instead, Kura crawled over him, pinning him down. She nuzzled his lips, then licked. “Nrrmmmm. . ."

Jet didn't know what was about to happen. Even though he just peaked, he could feel his length spring to life once more, the very gravy of the nearby poke'girls enough to arouse him.

“Kura, what are you doing?" he said, frightened, yet curious.

The Mightyena only flashed him a mischievous smirk, before turning 'round until her fat, massive haunches came into view. She pressed them against his length, where sodden inches were treated to the gentle caress of wide, grey cheeks.

She sat, though carefully, as her size difference made her considerably more weighty than before. Jet was startled all the same, however, watching his flesh dance between her two immense cheeks. It didn't help that she was wiggling, either!

He groaned. “W-wait!"

He could feel it, too, the tease of her snatch, the press of her wet outer lips against his eager malehood. It was so inviting and tempting, but. . . he had never been with anyone before! Not even a woman! He wasn't sure! Was he even ready, or old enough? His body certainly seemed to think so.

But Kazi wasn't about to be left out. Maybe the girls traded, and though Kazi got first mouthful of cock, Kura would get to “deflower" Jet. However, the Lycanroc had other plans, taking position right above Jet's mouth.

Wait, what!?

With a grin, and a little “Rrrrrr," Kazi sat her wide, plump backside upon Jet's visage, and his vision was now engulfed with poke'mon pussy. His hands came up, to sort of resist but also touch, and palms were immediately met with fingerfuls of plush fur and giving, generous flesh.

“MRRFF!"

He mumbled, Kazi wiggling her hips against him. He didn't know what to do! But yet he was enticed! It was like soft, warm mouth over his own, and at once the enormous Lycanroc started to use him, hopping her hips against his head – stroking the wet folds along him.

He flushed, face hot, overwhelmed. But, for some reason, instinct took over and he licked. He didn't know what else to possibly do! Indeed, his tongue explored what it could, tasting that exotic snatch, curiously exploring the 'tunnel' mashing onto him, tasking a strange, savory liquid.

This promoted excited twitches from Kazi, who seemed to press herself harder into Jet's attentions. Well, he was so far gone, he had to go with the flow now. Except. . .

It was Jet's turn to twitch as something pressed against his cock. Thank goodness Kazi lifted herself a moment, because Jet saw the supple, satin lips of Kura's poke'pussy suckle at his tip. He was shocked. His whole body trembled, like a fire erupted inside him. Something about the physical proximity took hold, along with what was about to happen.

“K-kura!"

Jet was twitching as the Mighyena growled as she slipped over his flank. Her nice, hot soaked folds took him with ease, and before he knew it, all of “him" was inside her. It was amazing! Like caressing, wet silk! Sure, the physical sensation was intense, but the fact that one of Jet's girls was doing it. . .

He could only groan as the thick bottomed morph began bouncing herself against him. Each smack of her rump created healthy wobbles through her cheeks, an applause of claps emitting each time she struck his loins.

The Mightyena howled in delight, while Kazi took position again, this time sitting forward so Jet was forced to gaze up at the Lycanrocs huge, busty front. The scarlet poke'morph danced her hips from side to side, Jet sputtering through his groans as he tried to lick, while Kura continued to roll her hips along his.

At this point, his girls were using him. Like he was some kind of berry and they were having their fun. Jet could only try to reciprocate the momentum, but found it hard, overwhelming by the sheer power of it all.

His own cock began to tremble, this time with far greater intensity, almost to the point it was painful. His testes roiled and he bounced his hips (or tried to, at least) into the thumping poke'morph, until he couldn't hold himself back. Again, his shaft twitched and surged with a spring of hot issue, pumping into the awaiting, satin folds so eagerly suckling and holding him.

“Mmmmfmfmgg!"

He had to moan, but Kazi's snatch and thighs cornered his head, muffling his cries.

Kura howled with her own drowning peak, Jet's loins soaked with ejaculate as she humped through her orgasm.

Jet panted, coated with a gentle layer of sweat now, dizzy and spent. Kazi finally removed herself from his mouth, his lips sticky with her nectar. He could barely form a coherent thought.

Surely the girls were finished now. Jet was so spent, he didn't think he had the stamina for. . .

“Rrrooooo. . ."

More!?

No, the girls were not satisfied, least of all Kazi, who wanted a go at Jet's cock. Kura slipped off, her sticky space dripping with issue and nectar, while the Lycanroc eyed the soft rod with new appreciation. She licked, even, tasting all the semen and juice, stirring the trainer to life once more.

Agh, but he was getting a bit sore. But then, he was coming back to life! Hard once more!

“K-kazi, wait, I don't think I can go again!" Jet rasped, unable to lift himself, only watch. Kazi offered a whimper, then another lick.

Jet couldn't resist. Not that he was able to, anyway. It certainly didn't help, either, that the morphed girls teased him by pressed their rumps together, using his cock as an axis to their movements. They wiggled and pushed, causing him to yelp from excitement, until he was solid once again.

Kazi mounted him soon after, and wasted no time bouncing her hips upon him. She faced him down, peering down with those terrifying, red-pink eyes, grinning as she slammed her thighs in hungry, wanting bucks.

Her hefty breasts wobbled and clapped together as Jet yelped with each hammering bounce, practically breaking the soil beneath him.

“GGghghgkkaaaaziiii!"

He clenched his teeth, holding onto the morph's thighs for dear life. His flank was sore, yet he couldn't resist bucking himself upward, another wellspring of pleasure erupting through his inches.

Eventually, like before, Kazi procured yet another orgasm from the exhausted trainer, his body releasing what dribbles of issue he still possessed.

Truly, he was out of it. Kazi wiggled her hips, shaking the last bits of dew from the cock, letting the dew soak her inner folds. But like Kura, she slowly slipped off, a long trail of juices connecting poke'pussy and tip.

Jet was limp and beyond spent. His legs were sticky with issue and orgasm, the grass ticking his bare legs and rump. He couldn't help but think. . . all this from a berry?

He stared at the sky. Then, obscuring his vision were the two silhouettes of his girls, who took place at his side, their breasts smothering his face.

“Glllgghh. . ."

He couldn't muster a word, he was exhausted.

-*-

Eventually, Jet found the strength to move again, though he wasn't sure how long that took. He wobbled, standing, pulling up his slightly torn pants, while the girls looked at him – attentive and tail wagging like they did nothing at all.

Slowly, he waltzed back to the center, returning to the glass exterior room, trying to appear normal.

The nurse and attendant looked at Jet with curious alarm.

“That took a while. . ." said the attendant. “We decided to let you ingratiate with the poke'mon and it looks like they. . . had a fight?"

Jet offered a weak smile. “Y-yeah, no, it's okay, um, they were just excited, uh. . ."

Kazi and Kura soon followed, strutting with a practiced grace, as though they had been womanly figures their whole life.

Despite the protests of the nurse, Jet hastily left, bringing the girls back to camp. He didn't know what to think.

There was a lot on his mind. He sat, looking at the girls lounge around the camp. Then, he retrieved a berry from his backpack, observing it.

His mind flashed with their “coupling" from a while ago. His chest thumped.

There's more than one way to use a poke'mon.