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The reputation of friendliness for the Pokémon of Alola wasn't quite turning out to be the way Walker thought it would be. Certainly, they seemed a lot more comfortable with humans than in other regions...one might say a bit TOO comfortable.

Then again, at this point Walker wasn't really in position to complain. Not with a cock in his ass and throat at the same time, and without a hint of unwillingness in the matter.

He moaned as he sucked on the cock of the Machoke in front of him, while his counterpart used his impressive power to slam into his ass, fucking it raw and leaving a hefty burning friction that his precum wasn't really soothing. Not that it mattered, Walker was so used to that burn by now, and he'd had it much fiercer from even larger Pokémon...well, actually, he could say by now that that was part of the appeal, not just something he didn't mind. Just like the thick musky taste of the Fighting-type currently impaled in his throat, more by the force of the one at the rear driving the human forward than his own efforts.

Really, it was about as close to an actual spitroast as spitroasting got - the Machokes were holding him off the ground and firmly in place, there was nothing for him to do except work those dicks as he was clearly expected to. And he was doing that without hesitation, reveling in the wildly pleasurable sensations coursing through his body, sensations he was well acquainted with by now but never really got used to completely. His own dick was flopping underneath him, hard and splashing pre all over himself and the ground underneath, a clear sign of how much he was enjoying being used like this.

He wasn't the only one, either. He couldn't turn his head to look, but he was certain that Lanea, his Primarina, was watching with quite a bit of interest, perhaps touching herself as she did. Maybe even plotting to be next in line...well, perhaps not quite like this, she was much less servile than Walker was when it came to this, though she hadn't been mentally rewired by the clanging scales of a particular couple of dragons so that probably made sense. There was no doubt she got her share of action now, Walker would hardly try to stop it, but she also seemed to have a thing for watching. Particularly him. No doubt she was strong enough to stop them, if she waned to...the fact that she didn't was kind of part of the thrill.

A particularly hard thrust into Walker's rear set him off, his body convulsing around the two intruding dicks as his own wet the ground with his seed. Hardly an impressive amount, but given that he was drained two or three times a day most days, he rarely had time to build anything up, and was frequently in a state of borderline fatigue down there, an ache that never went away fully, though it ebbed and surged. That, too, he'd gotten used to...after all, his draconic masters seemed to like it that way, so what else could he do?

He started to really work the two Machokes over, trying to get them off as quickly as possible now that he'd hit his own peak. All his clenching did the trick, as a minute later, in the recesses of his own afterglow, he felt the two crow out and start to fire inside him, their forceful shots feeling like mild gut punches from the inside out. Not hard enough to be painful, but enough to be felt very distinctly, though by now he'd learned how to brace himself for that. He swallowed hard to keep the seed going down rather than pooling in his mouth or spilling out, which was made all the harder by the one still ramming in and blocking off access here and there. Despite his best efforts, a good bit of seed gushed out from him, splattering on the ground and making an extra mess. He tried to hold as much in as possible, relishing the taste and warmth and thickness and weight of it on both ends.

The Machokes stuck him fully until they were drained to the last, and then they pulled out of him and dropped him to the ground. Not ones for gentleness with their bitch, clearly...Walker had just enough time to brace himself for the mild fall and catch himself with his hands and knees. Mildly painful, but he'd had worse...he'd been put through his paces these past few months, not just with sex but with merely getting around, it was a lot harder to do when he was mostly stuck in the wild, well away from where humans normally trod and paths were non-existent. And it wasn't like he'd had a stitch of clothing to wear the entire time, so getting used to his body's exposure was yet another thing he'd had to adapt to.

The Machokes were walking away, clearly not interested in helping out his partner...she didn't seem to resent this, thankfully, judging by the way she slid over and showered him off with a light spray of water. It was always so soothing, relaxing after he'd had a hard rut, to get cleaned off...some things never got fully clean, he was pretty sure that anyone with a good enough nose would smell Pokémon musk all over him no matter how thoroughly he bathed, but at least the appearance of freshness was something. He wanted to reward her for all she did for him, but there wasn't much he could really do...while she clearly enjoyed sex, she didn't appear to have much sexual interest in him in particular. Maybe it was too weird for her considering their history, or maybe he just wasn't big enough for her...he didn't take it personally, not at this point, he just wanted her to be happy and feel like she was getting something out of this. Certainly, he would think of something...

He was just getting to his feet when he heard that jingling again...that soothing sound that put all his worries to rest, no matter what they were. He smiled as he turned towards the Hakamo-o and Kommo-o that were his Pokémon and also his masters...an odd arrangement, but he'd long since given up being concerned about it. He hadn't given them names, it didn't feel right when usually his interaction with them was bending over in either a willing or mindless haze of lust, working their cocks as much as he could. They could still put him fully under at any time they wanted, but they usually didn't - they just let their scales ring naturally and put him at ease and ready to serve.

But they weren't looking for their turn with him this time; instead, they were motioning for him to follow them. He didn't know where they were going, but he didn't question it - they were the ones in charge. So he started to walk after them, Lanea sliding along after him.

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The sky was dark and ominous overhead as the two dragons led Walker to the entrance to the trial cave. The hairs were standing up on the back of his neck as they neared the place...he'd never been in there, the dragons never brought him close, and given that there were usually trainers around he didn't like the idea of being found anyway. It was always dicey encountering trainers, given that he was perpetually nude and often covered in Pokécum...the rare few run-ins had usually ended with the dragons driving them away, while he told them to go and not worry about him. So far at least, he hadn't had a repeat…

But today, the road was utterly abandoned, not a single trainer in sight. Perhaps the budding storm was what was keeping them away, it certainly looked like something nasty was brewing overhead. The entrance to the trial cave loomed in front of him, dark and mysterious...he didn't know why they wanted him in there, but there must have been a reason. They hadn't done anything without a reason yet, at least.

As he started to walk in, the dragons turned and started to chatter. Walker's nerves spiked a bit, until he realized they were looking past him at Lanea. The Primarina was scowling, looking upset...suddenly he was pretty sure he knew what was going on. She wasn't to be allowed in, just himself...which made sense to him, actually, this was probably sacred ground for dragons and they weren't exactly fans of Fairy-types. He turned to Lanea, trying to smile to put her at ease. “It's all right, Lanea...I'll be fine, they're not going to hurt me at this point. Just, uh...maybe find a place to shelter from the storm. I'll be back soon."

Lanea was quiet for a moment, but then nodded and hummed in assent. As she headed off in another direction, Walker turned to see the two dragons going into the cave, and hurried in after them. Hopefully, this would suffice for shelter from the storm as well…

He could hear the wind howling outside, making an eerie resonance inside the cave. It was making his heart race, it sounded like the roars of dragons all around him, even though as far as he could tell the cave was entirely empty save for them. But something was in there...maybe not a thing, but there was an energy in there, something that he couldn't put his finger on but that felt very ALIVE. What was going on? He felt like he was there to see something he wasn't ready to see…

He could hear the sounds of rain now, both behind him and in front of him. There was an opening in the back of the cave, there must have been, it wouldn't be light enough for him to see otherwise...but before they reached said opening, the the dragons stopped. Walker stopped behind them, peering over Hakamo-o to see what they were seeing. Standing in the middle of a wider chamber in the cave was a totem...he'd heard about these totems in Alola, the markers of sites of ancient rites of passage, currently used for trials for up-and-coming trainers. There was water cascading down around it, and he could see an opening up high at the top of the chamber where some rain was coming through.

Both Hakamo-o and Kommo-o had their heads bowed, almost like it was in reverence. Well, it was supposed to be a sacred site...but there was something else, that presence in the air he could feel even more strongly than before. It was almost electric, it was making him shiver, as if he needed more than the cool air on his bare skin to incite that response.

The dragons started forward again, and as Walker made to follow Kommo-o's tail interceded, and the look back made it plain to see that he was not to accompany them. Stepping back, he merely watched as the dragons took their places, one on each side of the totem, kneeling in front of it with one hand and one knee on the ground. He could hear the wind in the chamber, rustling the scales of the dragons and making them ring...but in a very different way than usual, this wasn't the hypnotic tone he was used to, this was something else, something more...primal.

This is incredible...something is going on here, I don't know what, but...they must have been waiting for this. It feels so...so powerful. That's it. There's an energy here, it's twisting all around this cave...it feels almost dangerous. Am I really safe here? Are they safe where they are?

Before he could think on that any further, he felt a tingle through his body. A moment later, there was a powerful crash and blinding flash as lightning slammed into the totem! Walker cried out in alarm, covering his face as the brightness overwhelmed...he could still feel the charge, it was like the lightning hadn't relented one bit. Daring to look, he saw something that made his jaw drop.

The sky overhead was pouring electricity into the totem, which was channeling it into the two dragons. They were lifted off the ground, expressions tense but resilient as a furious energy was being forced into them...Walker could see it now, a swirling energy throughout the chamber that was flowing all around, and some of it swirling right into the bodies of the two dragons. And with the energy from the totem and from the chamber pumping into them, he could see them growing...getting far bigger than they had been before! Through the brightness, the forms of their bodies were making a much more notable presence…with the power they already had, and the power they were clearly being imbued with, he couldn't imagine them being anything but unstoppable.

Suddenly the two dragons let out a roar in unison, their deeper voices ringing powerfully through the cave, the sonic wave almost knocking Walker backwards. The lightning bolt ceased, and the darkness returned, the energy lighting up the air dying down a bit...but, the human could clearly see a potent aura of power radiating off of Hakamo-o and Kommo-o. It had to be the Totem Aura he'd heard about, the energy that charged up Pokémon on Alola that were used for the trials...and the sheer power he had felt before told Walker that this had to be a very potent aura.

And as they turned to look at him, he got the sneaking suspicion that he was going to be the first to experience that power.

He stepped forward into the chamber, and the lack of response from them told him that he was allowed to be in there now. Hakamo-o was so much bigger...before, Walker had been taller than him, but now he towered over the human, having easily grown over three feet from the totem's blessing. Kommo-o was even more terrifying, he must have been close to nine feet tall now, bigger than most Pokémon period. Everything about him felt wildly intense, and Walker knew for sure he was going to be in for a rough time...but, there was no point in fighting it, they could do whatever they wanted to him, so going into it bravely made the most sense.

It was a small blessing that Hakamo-o grabbed him first, and seemed to be the only one working him over at least at this early juncture. Still, being snatched up bodily by the dragon put into stark light just how much stronger he was than before - sure, he had been quite the little powerhouse previously, but now lifting and holding Walker was something entirely effortless and simple for Hakamo-o, and his grip was almost painfully tight on the human. Forcing Walker against the wall, one arm wrapped around his midsection while the other pinned his hand against the rock, and in this helpless state he could feel that thick cock with its bumpy head rubbing against his rear, preparing to claim him. He winced a bit, but his own throbbing shaft was betraying his inner eagerness - by this point he barely held even a whiff of reluctance at being bred by them.

Still, that didn't mean he was prepared for when Hakamo-o rammed his way in.

A strained cry escaped him as he felt himself get stretched quite a bit wider than he was used to. It was like Kommo-o's knot was spearing him to a much deeper depth, it beat even the larger other Pokémon he'd had to take...he felt it all throughout his gut, that tension that was going to make this much different from before. But it wasn't just that, it was also the sheer power of that thrust, like an inner punch to the gut that made him shake and shiver. The aura was clearly more than size, it was frantic energy that made the already powerful creatures seem virtually unstoppable.

Certainly, Walker wasn't going to be the one stopping him, and Hakamo-o was making sure he knew it. His tail lashed from side to side, harsh clanging reverberating in the chamber and in Walker's brain as his ass was defiled by the forceful rutting. Hard smacks rang against his ass as the dragon's scales slammed against him, almost shoving him forward each time he was hilted. The plates flexed and dragged against his passages far more fiercely than before, clawing at his rear and rubbing it raw just so he could feel everything more starkly, especially those pointed knobs over the head that were much more flush against his inner flesh.

Heaven help him, it was such a RUSH. Perhaps a Dragon Rush, even. Walker could feel his heart pounding against his chest, the breeding was so much more intense than normal and despite the strain on his body it felt incredibly exhilarating. Each slam mauled his prostate hard, each pull gave it another shot, and the rough and raw stimulation was shooting thunderbolts through him. It wasn't long before his grunts and groans turned to cries and moans, and he spread himself just the slightest bit more for his draconic master, offering all he could to him.

The vicious slams and deep growls from Hakamo-o seemed heedless of this change, but Walker knew there was an inner appreciation and satisfaction they got out of anything he did to show himself submissive to them. Maybe it was the throbbing of that thick cock or the torrent of precum, but he was sure that dragon was turned on by it more than just by the raw fucking. Already he was feeling fairly full, like he'd taken in at least an orgasm if not more, but that was only the runny fluid that was the prelude to such things...he could hardly imagine what the full load was going to be like at this rate. And it wouldn't be long before he found out.

Not before his own climax hit, though. A weaker, higher cry squirted out of his throat as his seed shot from his own cock, both sound and spurts pitiful and weak in comparison to what the dragon screwing him was giving. His body clamped down harder on the intruder, intent on transferring some of the rampaging bliss into Hakamo-o, trying to bring him his own release.

Whether it was that added effort or just the amount of time he'd been at it, Hakamo-o finally gave. A ringing screeching cry that almost deafened Walker heralded the dragon's release, and it was as hearty as the human's had been pathetic. Great gushes of thick dragoncum flushed out his innards, pumping in deep and clinging to his walls, filling him up more full than he'd ever been outside of getting nailed by Water-types, and their fluids were a lot lighter and more motile inside him. This, though, stuck inside, was a warm wet weight that filled him and settled, it wouldn't be coming out without quite a bit of time…a consistency that was familiar, yet radically amplified now, just as everything else had been with Hakamo-o.

He could feel the dragon's panting breath on his neck and shoulder, making him shiver a bit as the bliss from his climax faded. Hakamo-o was still pulsing inside him, and kept at it for a good bit longer before finally tapering off. Already he felt a fullness that seemed to stretch him out a bit from that volume of seed, something he usually only got with several rounds with the dragons...and if this was was the smaller of the two was going to offer, the larger one was going to be on the edge of unmanageable.

He was pretty sure he still going to have to manage.

Indeed, almost as soon as Hakamo-o pulled out, Kommo-o was there, grabbing the human in his massive clawed hands. Immediately Walker knew it was going to be different, his arms were pinned at his sides and he wasn't given any sort of mobility at all, he was helplessly caught in the mitts and lifted to be placed at the appropriate point. The knobby head felt almost too big to fit on its own, and Walker knew that was just the start of it...the end was a knot that he wasn't sure he could take. Would he have the option? He doubted it...part of him wanted to feel it anyway.

Kommo-o's approach to fucking his human pet was a bit different from Hakamo-o's - no walls, no surfaces at all, just yanking him back with his hands as he bucked forward, burying that fat cock in all the way up to the bulge of that knot, taking Walker's breath away immediately. Hakamo-o was quickly beaten for largest thing that had ever been in his ass, and by a mile, that stretch was crazy wide, he wasn't sure how he wasn't breaking something to have it in him. And the length of it, it went so deep inside his body, the tip feeling like it was mauling his chest. He could feel himself bulging out in Kommo-o's hands, those large clawed fingers flexing to fit his puffed-out belly as needed. He couldn't moan or groan this time, he didn't have the breath, it was constantly driven from him by the forceful shoves of that shaft into his body. It was even less comfortable than the previous one, but still he welcomed it, it still brought into him the same sensations and even more starkly.

Hakamo-o stepped in front of him, dripping cock tip shoved into his face, he clearly wasn't finished. Of course he wasn't finished, that aura rush was probably going to keep Walker busy for hours...obediently he opened up and glurked as the tip was unceremoniously shoved in, giving him a taste of the amped-up dragon's semen. It was even muskier, more powerful and heavier than before, the taste at least twice as powerful as the one he'd gotten to know and love, and he was loving it even more. It was too big for Hakamo-o to fit more than the pointed tip into his mouth, but that was the part that would give Walker most of the taste, so he lavished as much attention on it as he could.

It was tricky, he was already feeling exhausted and the constant warping of his body around that massive dragon staff wasn't helping that. He could feel every curve of those larger knobs against his insides, barreling their way through his bowels and imposing on them, hard bolts of pleasure rocking him over and over. The huge plates were dragging every bit of liquid that could gather on him out of his body, making sure every singe thrust was as dry and raw as it could possibly be, that the friction was ridiculously fierce on him and made him feel a constant burn from the raw surface of Kommo-o's cock. It was fiercely, deliciously overwhelming, and his mind simply gave in, let himself be used as a toy and cum dump by the two powerful dragons.

By this point he wasn't even sure when he was cumming and when he wasn't, the intensity of the fucking outclassed even the pleasures of the orgasm. But he was VERY aware when Kommo-o started to slam his knot against his ass. It was too thick, there was no way he could get it in, Walker was certain of it, but he knew the dragon would try anyway. It might break him completely...would he force the issue even if that happened? It was hard to tell whether the dragons had any interest in his well-being beyond him being functional for their enjoyment…

Kommo-o was going harder and harder, refusing to relent, and it seemed that he really was going to try it. Walker could do nothing about that except take it, try to spread himself as much as he could though it was probably futile, continued to suck and lick at the tip of Hakamo-o's dick as he slurped up all the cum and precum that it offered...and then he felt the large dragon slam hard, pulling him off of the smaller, driving his dick in and shoving that knot against the human's hole, straining with powerful muscles to get himself all the way in…

And incredibly, he did, somehow Walker's ass stretched beyond anything he was sure was physically possible to take that gargantuan bulb into him, slamming shut against the flesh at the base. And then Kommo-o's cry rang out, again almost deafening Walker, certainly leaving a ringing in his ears as his body was packed with even more thick, virile spunk that was making an even more considerable swell in his torso. He couldn't really moan, but there were hints of such sounds managing to work their way out of his mouth as he was flooded with heavy semen. His eyes rolled back in his head, his mind went utterly blank as sensory overload claimed him, the last things they were able to register nothing more than the sheer presence of two musky, powerful dragons that had every intent of using him no matter whether he was aware of it or not...

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When Walker woke up, he was still in the cave. His fatigue hadn't totally faded, but he felt a lot better than he would have expected after a rutting like that. Oddly, he was cleaned off completely, no sign of any dragon seed on him anywhere, not even inside him. And the dragons which had made the prior donations were nowhere to be seen, either.

Did they run off and leave me behind? Well...I guess they had every right to, I wasn't really much of a trainer to them…more like a plaything, and perhaps they got tired of me, like everyone else...

But, as he scanned around, he did see something not too far away from him laying on the cave floor. He picked himself up and walked over, kneeling down to take a look...his eyes widened as he lifted up some garments from the ground. A complete Kommo-o scale outfit, of the kind he'd seen in a catalogue at the Seafolk Pokémon Center.

Even one of those pieces cost more money than I've ever even seen in my entire life. Are these...for me?

Curiously, he picked the garments up and tried to put them on. They were a perfect fit, every single part of it fit him like it was made for him...which, he realized, might have been the case. They wouldn't have been left here for him if they weren't for him...was that a gift from the dragons? Unusual that they would give him something to wear after keeping him naked for so long...though, as he finished dressing, he did notice that the outfit left a LOT of skin showing, his shorts barely covering any part of his thighs and his torso only partly covered. And it looked like it could break away from him, there were interlocking scales in places that looked like they could be pulled apart and reattached…

Okay, they're not leaving me behind. They wouldn't go to this effort to make an outfit they could easily rip off of me if they were just gonna head off.

With that in mind, he headed towards the front of the cave, where he'd entered previously...was it the day before? The cave didn't give him much of a sense of time...his thoughts were derailed as he heard a bunch of noise at the head of the cave. It sounded like something was going on…

As he got there, he could see Lanea, as well as Hakamo-o and Kommo-o, both of whom remained as giant as they were previously. The aura was dormant, but he could still sense it...they probably weren't going to keep it active all the time. The surprise, though, was who else was there. An Aggron, a Golduck, and a Zoroark, all looking at him with knowing grins...he was dead certain that these were Pokémon that had had their way with him over the past months, perhaps multiple times. Maybe they were there for another round of fun.

Or not, as Kommo-o tossed his bag to him. He saw his Poké Ball belt hanging off the side...not with three, but with six balls attached. It took a moment for him to make the connection, as he looked between the newcomers and his belt. It seemed that the 'friendly' Pokémon of Alola had their own ideas about the arrangements between trainer and Pokémon…

“I...thank you. I'll...be sure to keep all of you happy...however you like that."

The approving looks, mixed with the still devious grins, suggested that Walker had exactly the right ideas about how he'd be keeping them happy for the most part. But, he couldn't say he cared much...actually, not even that. With the way his luck had been, the dissatisfaction he'd had to deal with, the failure to keep Pokémon, and the trouble catching new ones...if all it took was bending over and letting them nail him at their leisure, he'd be happy to do so. After all, he could bear witness to their power first-hand, and they deserved to be kept happy and satisfied however a trainer was meant to do so. Without a doubt, his journey was going to take a turn for the better...and he'd never forget what it took to get him there, and what it would continue to take to keep him there.