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"It sure is a wake-up call to get outta Amago, eh Aaron?"

"I guess but we shouldn't really take too much advantage of this free space. The sun is great and all but I'm more of a night person."

"Aww, c'mon. Don't act like you'll be a shut-in until the moon comes up. Being nocturnal is old news, try being uh...dic-turnal, or however you say it."

The boys were so busy conversing on the sandy beaches of Melemele Island that they failed to see a wave wash up the shore towards them, to which Aaron merely stared at the water rushing over his paws and prompting Herbit to jump out of the way. Ah well, Alola had a great view and atmosphere but there had to be something that the both of them would take time to get used to. And yes, they had moved out of Amago to Alola, after Tyler managed to get back on his feet with the battling circuit and won him some small tournaments that paid generously enough. The last one made sure that not only did he get a flight to this gorgeous island but also a home to stay in so he wasn't just a tourist secretly trying to hide in someone's backyard to sleep.

Speaking of Tyler, there he was now, watching those two rascals chat and try their best to avoid getting splashed when they weren't in a bathing mood. Gia was a kind soul; not only giving Tyler the chance to talk with his Pokémon more personally beyond just gesturing but also helping fund the trip before he went out to start winning battles for the rest of the cash necessary to meet all the requirements he set. Ever since Language TMs went global, her and her family reached something of a pinnacle of wealth and despite her luxury she always found time to bring something or more for Tyler.

He guessed before they moved that Gia was ever grateful that he got her that shiny Mawile trapped in a cave-in.

For now, he saw Aaron and Herbit start tumbling with each other and he went back to just relaxing in his chair. The rest of his team were on random parts of the beach doing their own thing; Shane, the lovable goofball of a Stoutland trying to make a sand castle with Dew-the young Dratini-trying to play off being the big scary dragon guarding it and Tervim took refuge near the crags to not take up much of the sands while still being somewhere no one would think to disturb him. The five of them-and Gia to an extent-were just a happy family that'll never see a day where something could cut in and make things awkward.

Well, at least until Tyler noticed that the ground beneath him was sinking in.

Poor lad didn't even get a chance to call out to his nearby teammates before he was suddenly sucked into the sandy earth below and disappeared from view, leaving his chair to be the only sign that he was there.

Holding his breath and keeping his eyes shut were the only things he could do as his legs were dragged through what felt like thick tunnels meant for serpents like Seviper, not humans his size. Sure he was lanky but that wasn't any excuse to go dragging him through sand. Eventually his unknown captor-who he had yet to see if it was a Pokémon non-native to Alola or not-dropped him off onto solid footing that he could come to a crouch on and he was left to his own devices as he didn't hear anything else transpire. Sand still peppered over his face, Tyler slowly shook it all away and wiped himself down before glancing at where he was taken.

Sand castles, all modeled the same surrounded him like stone statues in an atrium remodeled into a museum for the curious eye. It gave him the impression they were watching him, for the three small holes that resided in the middle of the pillars that they all had had two white spots that could have resembled eyes. Only when the pillars began to shift around towards him did he realize that they were alive and more importantly staring him down like he was a prisoner in a court. Tyler panicked of course and backed away to the farthest wall he could crawl to, but when that began to steadily push him away he jumped and looked back to see another one of those living sand castles behind him. Trapped. He didn't even know what he did and he was stuck in a cave. Was he gonna die in here? That thought caused a panic attack and he slowly but surely started to hyperventilate. This can't be how he goes out.

He didn't even get a chance to be saved!

That all changed when Shane suddenly fell in from the ceiling, landing right in the middle of the "party" and nearly falling onto Tyler in his digging haste. A shine of hope erupted from his arrival, and literally so when the hole he fell from continued to show light in this cave of evil. When Shane recovered from the fall, he turned to Tyler and shouted.

"Master!? What're you doing down here! Don't you know digging on the beach is bad because you might run into a Pal-"

Shane's explanation, however hasty it was, was cut off by Aaron's shouting from above. "Just bring him out of there, Shane! Before it's too late!"

The Stoutland nodded an affirmative towards that hole and carried Tyler onto his back. The sand castles were not pleased with this sudden turn of events and lashed with a growing sandstorm that fed into the cave like a flood of water. However, Shane took this in stride and found himself jumping back up to that hole at the speed of a Quick Attack despite merely moving as he would without a move. In the midst of his breathing Tyler caught a mouthful of sand and had to cough that out before he choked as he was brought back to the beach and surrounded by his Pokémon again.

"Give him some room!" Aaron tried to disperse the crowd that was bearing down on him-easy since there was no one else but them-but Herbit quickly defused that idea.

"No, we gotta get him and the rest of us off the beach. It isn't safe." At that, the sand around all of them, Tervim included, slowly began to swirl in and cave in like quicksand. At this, Shane moved off much slower this time and brought Tyler to level ground while the others formed a guard around him. The trainer was in a stupor, vision blurring and blacking out at random intervals. He felt a rumble nearby and looked to see Tervim stomping around him in a charge. An intimidating glare marked his face as his maw filled with malevolent energy before he was out of sight. Aaron suddenly dropped down before him, having been flung back by a force that Tyler couldn't pinpoint in the midst of his heart beating a mile a minute. The Absol got up, struggling to stay on his feet, but toughed it out and ran back out of view quite soon. And thus, Tyler looked back towards the mainland where stragglers seemed to be crowding up and watching whatever was happening on Tyler's right that he had yet to see.

Though his body steadily couldn't handle all the adrenaline and quickly shut down.

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"Tyler..." That voice felt like it was being whipped by the wind with how quiet it was.

"Tyler..." That one was firm but muggy in the midst of such a dense fog.

"Ty-ler." Playful but how can one catch it while storms rained down from above?

"TYLER!" At that, the human shot up, only to go colliding right into Herbit...'s butt. Yep, that was the hound's ass keeping his face nestled up against that warm hole. THough it probably wasn't the best thing to wake up into as he quickly pulled away and coughed. There was still sand on his tongue and he was not in the mood to have a dry mouth for the rest of the...night? When he realized he didn't have any grains in his eyes, Tyler noticed that the moon was radiant in the dark sky above, leaving him to wonder how long he was out of it for. Judging from the somber looks of Aaron, Shane and Dew, he'll have to guess...

"Did I..." Aaron rested a paw on his chest and nodded.

"All day. You didn't move a muscle when we tried to wake up. Definitely didn't help that someone thought it'd be cute to kidnap you while we were fending off those Palossand earlier." So those were Palossand? Man, and Tyler thought Unova was weird for having living trash bags as Pokémon. But sand castles? But wait-

"Kidnapped?" At this a new voice popped into the mix behind the trainer.

"I wasn't kidnapping him for the last time! I was pulling him away from the fight to safety and you band of merry misfits attacked me." The scratchy voice was oddly enticing enough for the once-unconscious Tyler to look and see who it was. What he did see was Tervim standing behind him like a sentry, looking down on him with his usual hidden care almost fully blanketed by his stoic expression but one nudge of his leg revealed that he had the speaker under his foot. The red scales marked with black, almost fang-like symbols leading all the way up to a head with a very long muzzle. A Krookodile.

"What?" Herbit finished the rest of the story.

"After we took down those kiddie buildings, we noticed you were gone but that little creep left a trail of sand bringing us here."

"I'm not a creep! Now can you get this dinosaur off of my tail?! I can't even feel it anymore!"

"You're fine." The baritone voice of Tervim got attention to him but he remained silent afterwards, leaving the croc beneath him to stop struggling.

"Can I at least explain myself? This isn't exactly a fair trial if that's what you're going for."

Aaron glared at the downed reptile and snarled. "What's there to find you innocent for? We saw you dragging him away and stopped you. You tried to take him from us!"

"What's a human to you that you regard him that much? Never heard of a Pokémon that loyal unless they were a robot." Aaron felt anger boil into his being but Herbit stopped him to speak up.

"You don't get out much, that much is obvious. If you stopped living under a rock maybe you'd know that trainers don't really do the 'control Pokemon in body and mind' thing anymore. You've been watching too many get released or something."

While they all talked, Tyler let his head clear up from the forced slumber that his body went through so he didn't have a heart attack and perish without a word. So he was rescued, sort of kidnapped, and rescued again. And all within a span of several hours before finally coming to. This left only one thing to do...

"I'm hungry..." His stomach roared in agreement, stopping the growing argument between Aaron, Herbit and their captive under the dinosaur standing over them. At this, Shane got excited and strolled over to deposit something he had held onto with his mouth. Tyler's bag.

"Thanks, Shane." Shane barked in appreciation and came to a growl when Tyler scratched behind his ears before going into his pack. He didn't bring any food with him that he could cook, but he had brought water and a candy bar from the local market before coming to the beach and he was glad to see both of them made it out fine.

Or, mostly fine. The chocolate melted into the wrapper and the water had evaporated to half-full from the heat. Oh well, it would do to cure his parched throat and angry stomach. Aaron brought himself back to paying attention to the human and bowed his head.

"Are you okay, Tyler? Nothing broken or bruised? Did the Palossand do anything to you? Did they say anything that-"

"Hold on there, Romeo. Let him recuperate first." Her bit cut him off with a paw to his mouth, to which Aaron backed away to keep going.

"But what if they might have cu-"

"Let him breathe first, Aaron. You don't exactly get through a hot day of spring on the beach with no provisions. Besides, if he answered before he drank up, you probably wouldn't understand him."

Thankfully, the water was only warm enough that he didn't need to drink every bit of it to keep himself from having a scraty throat, though he used the last of it to wash out the sand on his tongue and squirt it back into the bottle he brought. The candy was more or less a lost cause, but that didn't stop him from chewing what was solid enough to pass as chewable off the wrapper that contained the gooey substance until he could no more. His lips covered in a ring of chocolate, and Herbit was about to make a snide comment on it before Aaron cut him off by stepping on his right fore paw.

"Ow!"

"Don't you _dare _make that joke."

"I wasn't gonna!" Now hopping on three legs, Herbit grumbled before backing off to let his foot rest. Tyler finally finished granting his body its bare necessities for the time being and cleared his throat one last time. Good enough.

"Do you have a name?" Was his first question towards the Krookodile while he turned back to the scene of nearly comical display.

"No. People just call me Krook for short. What's it matter to you?"

"Considering that...we're talking to each other...I fugred that you must be a lot more than just a sand croc."

"Your posse shoved a disc on my head before you woke up if that's what you're getting at." Oh, guess that makes better sense. Though to be fair, it's not hard for a Pokémon to speak English at any rate.

"Well uh...did you kidnap me then?" The croc groaned with what little patience he had left and rapped his fingers on the ground.

"For the last and _final _time, I was bringing you to safety so their fight didn't crush you or anything and they took it the wrong way!"

"You could have just said so." Tervim said that, looking down on his captive like a prison warden to a downed inmate who just broke a rule he selfishly implemented.

"None of you gave me time to; the second that li'l hound of yours saw me, you all came mobbing after me like I was stealing gold from under your noses."

"Hey, Tyler is precious to us, even if he isn't made out of gold. So jokes on you." Herbit used his outburst to go nuzzling Tyler on the cheek, prompting Aaron to do the same once he caught wind of it and making the trainer between them blush from the sudden flux of affection towards him. Though it ruined when Shane jumped in and literally jumped on all three of them trying to hug Tyler. Krookodile, however, scoffed.

"Whatever. Just make sure you know your place being owned by a human and don't try to rope me with it." While the others found time to glare at the croc from where they stood/rested, Tervim found himself growling down at Krookodile and before he knew it he was free from the clutches of the dino's foot. But that was a moment of relief because that same foot kicked him up into the air like a professional soccer player and the Tyrantrum caught him in his jaws before stomping off with him towards the crags.

Tyler and the others didn't need an explanation to what Tervim was up to; he's made it obvious with his years of being with them that he preferred to let things ride when he has anything to do with it and if he doesn't meet opposition then nothing can go wrong. Besides, the lack of a naysayer in their midst allowed Herbit to suggest something they could do.

"Hey Tyler..."

"Yeah Herbit?"

"Think you could take Junior inside and uh...we finish what you started?" Tyler knew what Junior referred to, and as if he knew of it as well Dew began to pout and try to cling to the human to stay. However a lone Dratini wasn't strong enough to resist the power of a well-cared for Stoutland nibbling on him to let go to slither into that inviting body of fur.

"Finish what exactly?" Herbit smirked and Tyler was too late to realize it on his own before he was suddenly getting a mouthful of Houndoom ass that brought him back to the ground.

"Just a li'l something that I could use after a stressful day of fighting sand castles, eh Aaron?"

The Absol snorted in defiance but even he came over to join in on being perverted with the trainer/lover. Shane had long since vacated the area, too busy making sure Dew was safe in his fur while he scurried on home to rest properly now that he knew that Tyler was okay. Which left those three to be naughty with each other. Though that still begs a very important question...

What of Tervim?

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Krookodile felt like a piece of meat having to look at Tervim while he lay trapped against a tree, chuckling nervously as yet another attempt to defuse the hulking t-rex from eating him. Just the thought of getting chewed on like a spicy berry...covered in saliva thicker than glue and being gulped down and forgotten...hearing those teeth clench shut behind him...those...

Tervim paused as a musky smell filled the air between them and a quick peek down the croc's body confirmed his sudden suspicion that his captive had gotten horny somehow. While it was more than enough reason to just chew the guy out, Tervim couldn't help but to gaze down at Krookodile in disappointment.

"Really? You gotta make this look weird?"

Krookodile's bravado was gone in the face of lustful stammering. "It's n-not my fault you're looking like an ap-apex predator..."

"I haven't done anything to you since I bought you here other than talk. If I wanted to eat you, I would have already."

"Well yeah...b-but..." Krookodile was growing more enamored the more he gazed up at Tervim, his boner unable to soften with that look bearing down on him like a parent ashamed of their son for trying to masturbate without thinking of them walking in on him. Tervim didn't want to deal with this, but from the way Krookodile was trying to both hide his face and not hide his indecency the dino might have to get rid of it so he can intimidate Krookodile into never coming into contact with his family again.

Huh, definitely strange calling that band of dogs, a human and one snake a family.

Krookodile hummed in curiosity as Tervim stopped moving for quite a bit, seeing those big eyes drop from staring him in his small eyes to his cock, watching it steadily pump out precum like river stream with too much blockage keeping it from flowing more freely. Then it happened; Tervim's mouth opened and all those sharp teeth bared themselves in the moonlight, followed by a tongue large enough to slurp the croc up in one go wriggling down to his crotch and taking the entirety of his shaft into its warm, thick clutches.

It was to no surprise that Krookodile nutted right there but Tervim was taken aback when that load sprayed his tongue down like a Water Gun from a Torrent-boosted Pokémon. It almost got on his nose but Tervim merely opened his jaw wider so he didn't have to deal with a mess somewhere he couldn't reach. And he was not about to take some pride off his gait asking this perverted croc to get it for him. Not gonna let him think he had power over Tervim just because he helped him out. Though things were not looking in the Tyrantrum's favor, for the croc still found himself stiff as a tree and pumping more angrily with the red flushing over his cock. However, it didn't look like he was looking to get another lick to set him off again.

No, Krookodile shyly moved himself around to where he was mountable, uncaring that their sizes would be rather drastic in comparison. He just needed to seek release or this would take too much shame to get over. Tervim adorned that look again but Krookodile turned away and hiked his ass up higher to stir him. And stir him he did-something shifted around between the dino's legs and soon a fleshy poker started slipping out into view. But while Krookodile was sizable enough on his own, Tervim beat him in every which way. Thicker than the croc's leg, longer than his muzzle and looked as if it was oozing precum like oil by the time it was half-hard. He bit his lip until it felt like he broke into his skin and moaned when he felt the warm fluids mark his tongue as he licked around to heal the self-inflicted wound, a puddle of precum already forming beneath him as Tervim's intimidating dick drove him wild. And he wasn't even inside of him yet.

"C-c'mon...do me...Show me some real power..." The huffing through that demand made Tervim just wanna grind his foot over Krookodile's head and make him beg for it, but that's still playing into his game and the best way to beat it in his fashion is to win it how he wanted. So when he loomed over the croc's impatient form, he didn't go into him hard as the rock that lined his spine all the way to his tail or slow enough to make it seem that he wasn't ready for any action like this; Tervim was steadily, drilling right through Krookodile's surprisingly snug ass and making headway into his guts in no time flat. The croc was in bliss, the pain feeling like fire being shot through him but keeping him ridged down below. And it got worse-or better for Krookodile's case-when Tervim went straight to thrusting after practically stretching his asshole to its limits.

This beat being abused by those sand castles beneath the earth, for they didn't have any emotions when they rammed their sand into him and left him feeling like a meaningless toy. No, here he could feel the way Tervim was fighting the urge to merely break into him, break him and leave him like he meant nothing. Oh he'll mean something to this guy, no matter how superficial his screaming sounded when the dino began getting closer to sheathing _all _of that meat into the croc.

Tervim was losing this battle, he knows it. No matter how much he pumped forth and nearly slammed his hips in a bone-jarring force into Krookodile's ass, his dick was shooting precum almost as frequently as Krookodile did. It made digging into his hole about as easy as subduing him had been but that was all the comfort he could have. Krookodile may not be audibly gloating but he wouldn't need to if Tervim couldn't keep himself together. It grew to an even bigger struggle when all that screaming became choked gargles as the croc blew another load. This one seemed driven by more than just visuals because the ground under Krookodile was _soaked _in spunk by the time Tervim stopped feeling that body hold onto him as best it could. Nothing could stop his pace from slowing down and it didn't look liek Krookodile was gonna ask him to do so from the strength of his resolve.

Then it happened. "B-bite me..."

"W-what..?" It didn't register in Tervim's mind that Krookodile asked him something, on account of his loud, seething panting, but the croc was quick to repeat himself.

"BITE ME!" Someone surely heard that, but there was nothing as loud as a Tyrantrum clamping his jaws on something as Tervim followed suit just to keep the croc down. It didn't do much, for Krookodile still cried out into the night sky and bucked forward as he drained himself dry into the pool under his belly. Said belly looked disfigured, but that was just a trick of the lighting. That anomaly sticking out from it was just the underside of Tervim's dick as it slid through him with ease.

Tervim wasn't gentle with his bite, using it as leverage to pump his hips into as much as a blur as he could. Dragon Dance or not, marking Krookodile like he were claimed property of his had the dino going at him like they were both dogs. The croc felt as if his internal loins were never going to see the light of being pent-up again with how much ecstasy he was bombarded with from Tervim acting out his most recessive desires that could never be realized. It was a shame that his third climax didn't get the dino set off along with him but he needn't wait forever.

Tervim's roar had come out strained, trying not to give into the massive disturbances that Krookodile caused on his own time as he finally shot his load. What felt like viscous oil blasted into Krookodile like a Hydro Pump, his stomach bloating almost immediately. His throat nor mouth were left untouched and soon dino batter was streaming down his chin and to his stomach while the excess from the blasts were splashing back out of his ass like someone stomping through mud during a downpour. The pain of the stretching and the burning in his throat made the croc go through the throes of climax a fourth time, however nothing escaped him and merely became the driving point to him blacking out.

...And when he came to, Tervim had just finished painting his body in seed for he could hold no more. Even now, his puffy tunnel of an anus was pouring out seed like weak waterfall and his mouth had yet to stop doing the same. His gut felt like he were carrying quintuplets inside of him, laving him to take back everything he said about how lazy pregnant Pokémon were.

Tervim huffed down at his handiwork, having already licked the bite wound he caused clean and merely spat out any spare saliva onto the ground near that mostly untouched tail of Krookodile's. Only when he felt his dick slip out of view did he turn to leave. And as he feared, Krookodile tried to stop him.

"W-w-wait..." His voice was hoarse, ruined by the discharge that came out of him like bile, but still he tried. "Don't...leave me..."

"This wasn't personal, croc. Consider this a message not to mess with my family anymore."

To Krookodile, that didn't make a lick of sense, but he could care less about demands from Tervim as he shakily got onto his feet and barely managed to catch the dino's tail tip before clinging onto it from a spike. "I won't...just...let me stay with you...I can...w-w-warn you if there's danger...on the beach while you're here...I just...can't keep being alone..."

"This isn't exactly a territorial island, buddy. Besides, we're not exactly an open family." Tervim didn't like where this was going, and he surely didn't like Krookodile's response to his statement one bit.

"I don't want your trainer...I d-don't need to be with your team...I just want...I n-n-need you..." Krookodile further demonstrated his desperation for Tervim to understand that his attention and focal point of his argument was on him alone by humping against the underside of his tail, cock having yet to finally soften. "No one ever..p-put me in my place...before...y-y-you do it best...and I...I-i-i like the idea of being y-you... Krookodile paused to cough out some cum that had hung in his throat. "I wanna be...your b-bitch..."

"...Really?" There's that disappointed look again. Tervim didn't know Alolan folks were freaks but here was Krookodile, a resident masochist with a hankering for big meat and apparently biting.

"Yes...just...think about it...if you c-can't answer me now...I won't disturb you...if you s-say no..." Oh he prayed to Arceus he didn't say no-after today, Krookodile doubted he could go back to sharing his living space with those demented ghouls again. They might end up turning him into an unfortunate victim of their activities and end up being sucked into their group permanently...That's not a fate he wanted to perish on, and it seemed to show on his face as his lips began to quiver. Tervim groaned when he caught wind of it and dragged Krookodile's gravid body beneath him again so he could speak without having to look over his shoulder.

"Listen up and listen good...I ain't about to have you around as some nuisance..." Krookodile nodded at that. As a Dark type, he was naturally mischievous and that didn't change one bit. However, Tervim kept going. "But I won't deny that you're a good fuck. Only when I feel like it.

"So from now on while we're still on this island, if I want to fuck you I better see you ready for me without question. No ands or buts about it. I don't care if my trainer catches you or not-you're my bitch. That's it. Understand?"

Krookodile felt a smile creep along his face and Tervim glared at him again. "Yeah...I-i understand..."

"Good. Don't follow me." Tervim stepped over Krookodile and a shudder ran through him as he saw those big soles nearly crush him. That also got him to stand up again, watching Tervim stomp away back towards his trainer and most likely home. And of course, Krookodile followed after him once he wasn't within earshot. It got harder to snoop when they reached the beach but Krookodile was confident that his extra weight would barely matter in getting him around. In fact, it kept him from risking going through the door to get inside. Melemele was humid at night, so naturally the windows were open to allow fresh air that the croc tainted with his seed-covered butt as he trudged inside like a beast hurt from battle.

He ignored all the sleeping folk in the living room and found himself curled up like a newborn in front of Tervim's body. The dino was already out of it, so his body naturally covered the two of them up-in the form of his tail curling over them like a blanket.

Let's hope he doesn't get throttled when Tervim or his family wakes up...

Though Tyler might not since his face was buried still in Houndoom butt.