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Thomas sat at the end of the bed, alone. The trio that had taken Eric to the pokecenter had returned several hours earlier. He caught them up on the Chespin - summoning Mac to get him up to speed as well - before recalling everyone to their balls. He'd intended to sit with Jeremy and talk through things, but knew having no direct translation would make certain questions difficult if not impossible to answer. Having the Zygarde do it's thing would be fantastic, but at that moment, it seemed too far away to hear Thomas' psychic pleas of assistance. So he found himself sitting at the end of the bed, rolling Jeremy's ball over and over, trying to make up his mind as to what to do.

“You bastard." He grumbled. Four dead. That is, four that he knew of. In his frustrated pacing, Thomas had looked at the papers in the hotel lobby and found reference to the missing Rocket Rising goon on route 13, along with his two pokemon. He wasn't surprised when the date and time lined up with the gap between Jeremy storming off at the ancient artwork and arriving later covered in blood and dirt. Dirt. The word repeated itself in his mind. “He buried them…" The thought was garish but at the same time made him almost proud of the pokemon's act of respect. He'd have to find out later if it was to give their souls peace or to just simply hide the bodies.

The storm outside had dulled but the patter of raindrops gave a driving rhythm to the sleeplessness he felt. Thomas got up and buckled his trainers belt. He ensured all the balls were connected properly and left the hotel to go for a walk.

He didn't care about the rain, it immediately soaked through his trainers clothes and would have chilled him to the core if his body wasn't already burning with the incandescent heat of anger at his friend and lover being outed as a killer. The dark streets were barely lit by the old style lamps, their warm bulbs having trouble illuminating even a few yards from each one. So in a mixture of shadow and light, Thomas made his way through the town's streets.

He passed a school where craft-paper pikachus lined the windows and pokeballs made from ping-pong balls dangled from the ceiling within. He passed a pub with a particularly sleepy Machamp bouncer leaning against the doorway. The two acknowledged each others presence before going their separate ways. There was a small flower park with a picnic area and gazebo overlooking the river; which at that stage of the stormy evening was a brown foaming rush of water.

Reaching one end of the town he crossed the street and made his way past a string of closed shops. These ones were smaller and more niche than the ones in Cannab, though having a dramatically reduced net clientele would do that. The first few were ski, surf and sport related; posters of human and pokemon alike pulling extreme maneuvers atop varying shapes of wood planks lined the walls and windows. Then for some reason an antique shop followed by a trendy looking cafe. More shops, more cafes until eventually Thomas found himself standing outside the Silken Moon. He could have sworn Miriam had said Silken Sun, and was about to move on when he noticed the various signs for costumes dotting the window.

It was a small shop, even smaller than the others along the street. The shopfront consisted of a large wooden door on one side, and a window the same size as the door on the other. It was barely eight feet wide. Through the window he could see a row of shelves leading down either side into the darkness at the back. At least, it wasn't total darkness. On the very back wall of the shop was a door, barely open with golden light shining through the crack. He squinted to see if he could spot anything beyond the door, but all he could do is make out the sliver of a poster visible on the wall behind it.

However, pressing himself against the glass to get a better view, Thomas hadn't noticed how close his hips had gotten to the door, and with a chime that sent shivers coursing through his body, the doorbell went off. The man panicked. Should he run? Should he stay and apologise? What if nobody comes? What if somebody angry comes, What if somebody nice comes and he's already run off? Questions raced around and bumped into each other in his head, and before he could make sense of it all the doorknob began turning.

His blood froze as Thomas stared at the door slowly opening. When a confused and wrinkled face poked its head around from behind, his heart finally started behaving itself. “Sorry, the shop is closed. Is there something I can help you with?"

Thomas stood for a moment with his mouth half open, considering his options, before he finally settled on 'the truth'. “I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to press the buzzer. I was having a wander through town and I noticed your store and Miriam told me to come to the Silken Sun- Moon? and I figured I'd come back tomorrow but then I accidentally bumped the button and-"

“Sun?" Said the older woman, her curiosity peaked. But Thomas could tell there was something else there, like she was waiting for a sort of codeword.

“Uh, yeah. She said there's a Harvest Festival party or something and I should wear a costume for it. I, well, don't have one, so she said to go to the Silken Sun. Do you have a sister store or something?" He looked at the sign, it clearly said Silken Moon.

“HA!" She exclaimed, yanking Thomas into the shop before locking the door behind him. “Come." She strode through the walls lined with simple costumes before reaching the back door that had held the man's curiosity before. Holding it open for him, it revealed a set of stairs going down. Thomas took a deep breath, shrugging before heading down the steps, the woman in tow. Upon reaching the bottom, he was ushered through another doorway into a workshop that took his breath away.

Surrounding the man was all sorts of bracers, cuffs, restraints, chains, whips, paddles and assorted bondage and discipline gear. Being the same width as the shop above, this meant everything that lined the walls was cramped together, seemingly emphasizing the lewdness of it all. “Welcome to the Silken Sun." The old woman said proudly, gesturing to all around her. “Home of every costume and accessory you should ever hope to wear." Thomas was astounded at the sheer amount of leather and latex on display. “Come." She gestured for him to follow, making her way between the two BDSM equipped walls to the back of the basement.

Closest to the entrance were the dozens of different harnesses, most leather although some colourful rubber ones stood out. The vast majority of the restraints were made adjustable for a variety of sizes, though there were some built to accommodate specific body types; such as ones with the 'arm' holes further towards the spine indicating their design to be more for bird-like pokemon while others lacked arm and leg holes all-together for the more serpentine users. One set seemed to be purpose built for a Machamp; with four arm holes, thick leather and the pokemon's signature symbol on the belt.

A little further down were hundreds of hooks lining the walls, each with a half dozen implements hung up for display and storage. Thomas recognised some of them from the Naughty Delphox, but there were others he had absolutely no idea as to their use. A small metal wheel covered in pins and allowed to freely pivot at the end of a long ornate rod glinted in the dim light. It hung next to several others of increasing width and size, the shiny metal gleaming menacingly up at him. Thomas gulped. Chains and cuffs dotted the walls as well, no particular order to their arrangement outside of the vague classification already dividing the area into four parts.

The next section contained what the woman was intent on showing him, while the last area was curtained off and appeared to be the workshop proper; with pieces of material and tools barely visible between the gap in the curtain. The woman opened her arms wide, spinning around to indicate the large array of costumes lining the walls. From what Thomas could tell, the vast majority were latex, but some seemed made of fur and others leather. “The Silken Sun Dressup Collection." She said, the wrinkles around her eyes bunching up in elated pride. “Is there anything - or anyone - in particular you wanted to go to the party as?"

Thomas looked down the dizzying array of pokemon-coloured latex costumes. It was not something he'd considered. “Gotta be honest, kinda playing things by ear at the moment."

“No matter, no matter." The woman chuckled, looking Thomas up and down. “Well, if Miriam sent you to the Silken Sun, I assume you've spent time in her private sauna?" Thomas' blushing cheeks were a dead giveaway, prompting the woman to continue chuckling. “I see. So are you one to give, or take?"

“I, uh, well…" Thomas blurted, everything going by so fast. “Well, both I suppose. But…" The woman's eyebrow raised as she stared at him, a knowing smile crossing her lips. “Well, I prefer being, uh, the, the uh,"

“The submissive?" Thomas nodded bashfully. “Well then, this wall is our submissive range." She slapped a latex gardevoir arse, causing the entire row to wiggle and gyrate in a strangely arousing display of squeaky latex. “I'll give you a moment to browse." She said smiling before making her way behind the curtains with a flourish. The sound of a sewing machine filled the small space as Thomas brought his attention back to the pokemon costumes.

There was a particularly odd mix of realistic costumes and simple skin-tight suits bearing telltale anatomy of pokemon. A bright blue latex catsuit with an animalistic hood had the trademark fin and frills of a Vaporeon along its neck and back. Another costume was nothing more than a beige coloured suit with matching persian mask, though this one had many buckles and rings sewn in down the seams, no doubt for some sexual harness or being tied up.

After the anthropomorphised costumes came the more realistic looking ones; the Gardevoir the woman had gotten a handful of, a combined latex & fur Delphox, several variations on a lopunny and many pokemon Thomas had never even seen before.

“Any particular pokemon or trainer take your fancy?" Came the voice from behind the curtain.

“I- I'm still looking?" Nothing specific had popped out to the man, but he didn't give up. “What sort of a theme is the party?" He asked, thinking perhaps a Lopunny might do, as he'd be able to add clothing to suit whatever theme it was.

“Have you never been to a harvest festival before?"

Thomas shook his head before realising that couldn't be seen or heard from behind the curtain. “Can't say I have." He tried to remember his youth, and there was something there about pumpkins but they weren't usually in season at that time of year, so his family never bothered.

“Well, in the northern hemisphere it's a bit more traditional, but it's become somewhat popular these last few years. Up there it's their harvest time. Not for us, but it's still a good excuse to dress up and have parties!" The sentence was punctuated with a jovial cheer. “And that's great business for me. But you asked about theme." The sewing machine stopped and the woman returned from behind her curtain. “Spooky, scary things. Ghosts, and spirits and things that go bump in the night. oooOOOOoooo..." She waggled her fingers about while giving Thomas a mysterious stare.

“So something scary then?"

“Meh," She replied, brushing the comment away. “Scary, funny, it doesn't matter. Most folks go for scary but Miriam is more a 'sexy' dresser. Thomas looked back to the costumes when a black and white one stood out from between the brown Lopunnies. He unhooked it from the shelf and turned it around. “Ah, Gothorita. Interesting." Thomas looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “She's one of my few… shall we say 'deluxe' costumes." She indicated for thomas to hand her the latex skin. “This uses a form of vinyl clip-lock rather than a zipper to close. Like those little baggies you put sandwiches in." She flipped the pokemon over, showing off the long track going up the pokemon's back.

“Wow, that's… a thing."

“It forms less of an obstruction and can be hidden better than a zipper. If done up properly, folks would be hard pressed to figure out how you got in there." She smiled, obviously proud of her work there. “But that's not the part you should be interested in." She pulled a small tab at the back of the neck, opening the suit up to reveal the insides. Thomas looked curiously at the internals of the head, wondering how it could be so large and if he'd be able to support it. Because while it was six foot tall, it was to scale; meaning the two large bulbous bits either side of the pokemon's head jutted out a good couple of feet either direction.

Which is when he saw it. “What the hell is that?"

The woman followed Thomas' gaze to the dark pink rubber circle. “Ah yes, the gag."

“The Gag?"

“Yes. That is what I said." She shot back sternly. “It goes in your mouth, keeps it open. The Silicone I used is hard enough you won't bite through it accidentally, but pliant enough for… 'other things' to fit through the opening. Thomas was about to ask what 'other things' he should expect, but finally landed on the meaning before he could make a fool of himself. “Aside from that there are small plugs that go in your nose, they lead to a couple of discreet holes in the suit's face, should your mouth be full." Thomas nodded, blushing harder than before.

“The buns can be inflated by these plugs," she pointed to a pair of valves. “I'll give you one of the pocket-inflators and some black patch juice just in case you get a puncture. Just steer clear of particularly pointy pokemon. The Latex is interwoven with small kevlar strands, which will help with some punctures, but it's not impervious." She slid the suit in her hands, exposing more of the valves in the arms and legs, as well as the bows on the front before raising the skirt to reveal two dark pink holes. She pointed to the thin pink slit. “This one you probably won't get much use of, the hole might be a little low for you to get yourself through without it starting to cut off circulation. But the other," She shoved a finger in, showing the man how it was constructed “It'll be nice and tight against your skin, and should be about the right area for your hole. Care to try it on?"

Thomas gulped. “Sure." He muttered, heart racing. He slipped his shoes off and moved to step into it.

“Gonna need a lot less on that that if you wanna fit properly." The lady mused “You've got a couple inches height over the mannequin I used for this one. That and you might want to dry off first." She tossed the man a fluffy towel and some talcum powder. “Use that after."

Thomas stripped down to his underwear then dried himself off. He applied a decent coating of powder to his legs before attempting to pull the latex suit on. It still proved quite difficult so using a nearby stool he sat down to pull the legs on, the vent for their inflation tucked just behind the ankles under a latex flap. Unless someone were looking real hard, they'd never notice it. But with the leg deflated it was reasonably easy to get on, albeit a tight fit. Standing, he wiggled himself into the crotch. The sensation of the suit tightly hugging Thomas' legs was incredibly sensual; his fingers running up and down the latex encased limbs subconsciously as he drank in the shivers they produced.

His growing manhood pressed against the top of the silicone vaginal lips, his member awkwardly too high to fit through the gap. Instead it created a large bulge under the skirt which he hoped when inflated would be practically invisible. The clip-lock system was at the back of the costume, so Thomas slid his arms in the latex suit in front of him, doing his best to shuffle his hands all the way down through the arms. After a moment he withdrew. Unstrapping the leather bracers and pokedex before attempting again. He discovered a small seam where he could reach his hands through the costume and press against the interlocking vinyl at the small of his back. It seamlessly snapped into place like a zipper, connecting as his fingers shifted up his back. The woman helped for the last bit, ensuring the clip connected all the way up to the man's neck. “How does that feel?" She asked, running her fingers down his back.

Thomas' cock jumped in response, aching to be free and release. But the man held on, calming himself down before responding. “I-it feels amazing. So tight, so sensitive. It's like a second skin!"

“Excellent. Now, if you could lift your right leg as high as you can." She asked, running her fingers along the inner thigh seams, umming and ahhing at the tension as Thomas' pecker throbbed urgently only a few inches away. “Right, now the other?" He did as was asked and raised the other leg, her fingers glancing ever closer to his crotch. “Good, good, the seams are holding rather well." She slapped his arse playfully. “Okay, let's get the head on and we'll test the arms and torso before inflation."

“Inflation?" Thomas whimpered.

“Gotta make sure it's airtight in all the right places, wouldn't be a good costume if half the head was deflated." Thomas nodded in agreement, pulling the reverse hood up to his face. The head shared a seam with the clip-lock running down his back, but had a seperate system so if need be the head could be taken off without removing the whole suit. He placed the soft internal silicone against his lips and pulled the mask tightly back against his face. It was as if the thing had been built for him. To call it snug would be a disservice. The latex pokemon head sat perfectly on his features, almost feeling as though it wasn't there. The old woman took over while Thomas got used to the part gag sitting in his mouth.

He experimented with opening and closing his mouth. The resting state seemed to be just barely parted, but he could close and open his mouth with no issue. The silicone tube that formed his mouth extended a couple inches in front of his lips to the outer surface of the Gothorita's head, which might make drinking or eating anything at the party difficult. But with how this costume felt already, Thomas was prepared to eat nothing there if need be. He couldn't see anything inside the head, which had him a little worried until with a snap at the back of his neck and the click of a valve, the area was soon blasted full of air. The latex mask acted like a balaclava on the inside, with only his eyes open to the air inside. Once inflated, the pinky-purple face could easily be seen through, though he imagined without a light inside, it would seem more opaque to everyone else.

He tried looking around the pink cloudy room, but was held in place by the old woman who had taken one of his arms and was tucking his hand back in the sleeve. “How you doing in there? Breathing okay?" Thomas nodded, unsure if he'd be able to speak with the silicone gag pressed tightly into his mouth. “Good." She acknowledged before inflating his left arm with a burst of air. The pressurised latex envelope forced the internal area to cling to Thomas' skin, sensually rubbing it as he squeakily tried moving the limb. “All the way back to your head, and then down to your waist, good, now out front, and back… Good. Next arm."

They repeated the process from his other arm as well as a few torso bends and twists before inflating the legs and once more checking the seams. Once she was happy with the result, the old woman pulled a full length mirror down from the ceiling on a chain. Thomas was in awe of the result. He'd seen a Gothorita once before. She barely came up to his knee. And what he saw in the mirror was identical, except glossy all over as though dipped in oil. He turned around, bending over slightly to see the two pink holes tucked between shiny black legs.

“Ah, yes. Almost forgot." The old woman rummaged around between costumes until she found a pair of latex panties, offering them to the costumed man with one hand. “Try those on." Thomas nodded, still stunned at what he looked like. If he'd been in the room with someone dressed like that, he'd have pounced them before they'd had a chance to react. So he wasn't sure how the party would go down. Before he knew it the panties were on and managed to both cover up the area, but also accentuate what was beneath. His erection was invisible unless he lifted the skirt fully, which only made the member throb harder. “You are gonna be quite popular, I can tell."

Thomas pushed the gag out of his mouth just far enough to speak. “Hank you sho uch."

The woman giggled. “Here, let me help you out of that thing." Thomas found the hole near his wrist and managed to worm his wrist through. He reached over to the other arm and after a bit of fiddling managed to get the other hand free as well. The woman guided his fingers to the valves just above his elbows and showed him how to open them with a push and twist. She let him do the same to his legs and the skirt. “You remember where the valves are for the two hair buns?" Thomas felt with one hand then the other, locating the two ports before feeling around one side for where the woman inflated the main head section. Finding it, he opened it and released the pent up air inside. She helped by separating the two halves of the mask, allowing it to fall forward and Thomas to take a deep breath.

“Damn that's intense!" He exclaimed between breaths. He reached behind and found the small tab holding the two sides closed, and gave it a gentle tug. Then a slightly more forceful tug. With a great deal of effort - enough that he thought he was about to break the latex tab off - Thomas was able to open the costume, the basement air blossoming against his sweaty back with cool licks. He shuddered, slowly withdrawing his arms from the recently deflated sleeves. With a bit of a shimmy, the man slid the costume from around his waist and peeled it off his legs with great care. After several minutes, Thomas was once more standing half-naked in the hidden workshop.

“Feel free to get dressed." the woman smiled mischievously as she stared at Thomas' sizeable bulge. “Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Thomas slipped his pants and shirt back on, and glanced towards the cuffs and restraints. Thoughts of Jeremy flitted through his mind but the man was still far too angry at his Hakamo-o companion to warrant buying anything for his sake. He shut the thoughts off and got his mind back on track. He definitely wanted to go with someone, but who? He remembered Carmen evolving earlier and thought it would be a nice thing to do to celebrate. “Got anything for a Goodra?"

The woman could tell there was something else bothering him but knew when to leave things well enough alone. “As a matter of fact, I think I might." She threw open the curtain, weaving through boxes of supplies and half finished costumes before reaching a dilapidated box at the back of the store. “Here we go." She ruffled through the contents as she brought it over to Thomas. “Custom order some years back. It's a Dragonite Costume. But…" She pulled it out, holding the latex up to reveal many broken seams and some other torn areas. “During the fitting the Goodra got frustrated and practically destroyed the suit, and did a fair amount of damage to the shop too." She grumbled. “Told 'em to leave without the suit. Couldn't bring myself to repair it, but couldn't throw it out either."

“Gotta say, that'd look pretty spooky with green goo flowing through those tears." Thomas said, manipulating the floppy latex arms to see what damage had been done.

“It's yours then! No charge!" Thomas was about to object, but she brushed him off. “No, none at all. Just make sure you get a photo of the two of you dressed up for my album." She rang up the total and as agreed she threw in some extra tanks for the pump, the pump itself, and a couple tubes of the patching fluid in addition to the two suits. In only a couple of minutes, Thomas was ushered back through the door to the street. “Thank you, and please drop on by if you're in town. Repeat customers get discounts." She gave Thomas a wink before locking the door behind her.

The costumes were heavier than he'd expected, so Thomas made his way straight back to the hotel. Greeted by a silent room, he collapsed onto the bed. He thought about getting one of his pokemon out to sleep with him. Thoughts of Carmen in the Dragonite suit flashed through his head, but the raging boner he'd struggled to keep behaving all evening had finally deflated during the cool walk home. He looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight. Deciding on getting some sleep over the possible antics that summoning a pokemon might entail, Thomas curled up under the covers and hoped some answer to his Jeremy problem would come to him during the night.

It didn't. Thomas awoke with a headache, a growling belly and absolutely no idea on what to do with a murderous Hakamo-o. He threw some dry clothes on and wandered out into the morning. The storm had passed, and while the streets were still damp, the air was crisp and bright. This did not sit well with the man's headache, Thomas striding to the nearby pokemart to pick up some painkillers. He left there fiddling with the little blister packs of pills, finally loosing two by the time he reached a nearby cafe, downing them with some water from the service trolley. Taking a jug and the now empty glass, he slumped down into a chair. When the waitress came he ordered the Big Breakfast, complete with a glass of orange juice and pot of tea.

It took an hour or so, but after the greasy food, several pots of tea and enough time for the medication to take effect, Thomas finally began to feel human. He felt the need to talk to Jeremy, and after finishing his breakfast, went back to the hotel room and took a seat on the couch. He mentally called out for Zygarde, thinking if he did so verbally anyone nearby might hear him. The day was young, and he could wait for his legendary friend to come to him. With the rush of action lately, it was nice just sitting down, not having to worry about anything. He considered bringing out some company, but Thomas was oddly enjoying the silence, and soon found himself relishing sitting alone in the room.

Watching the television into the early afternoon hadn't been his plan, but he was at least able to catch up on the news. Turns out the Dragon Research Institute had gotten wind of the Rocket Rising media campaign against Thomas and had begun dispensing their own media blitz. They'd acquired a forensics expert to go over where Parker's body was found, them detailing how he had been killed by fire and electric attacks, which were most definitely pokemon related and not artificial. The direction of the claw marks in the ground showed the Hakamo-o was merely protecting him, and so on. However the more vague language regarding further murders along Route 13 made Thomas uneasy. They obviously didn't know what had happened - neither did Thomas for that matter - but they were choosing to keep their distance rather than state Jeremy couldn't have done it. And that's what the skeptics and Rocket sympathisers clung to; admission by silence.

The Chespin's trainer however was in the news for other reasons. After being declared dead with no next of kin listed, authorities visited his property to assess the contents. What they found was unprecedented. The farmhouse had been converted into a massive illegal potion production facility. The vast majority of it was automated, though several particularly exhausted Miltank were freed from the center of a large device that was essentially just a milking machine with soundproof interior and lights rigged to blink randomly. Thomas thought to the Chespin, and how much he might know of the whole thing, but given how much effort went into hiding the Miltank in the machine, he doubted the spiny nut pokemon would have known. Even if he did, Zygarde would have probably discovered that little secret by then.

“Zygarde, where are ya buddy?" Thomas asked rhetorically as the light outside shifted to a warm orange. He'd hoped he could get this murder stuff sorted before the party, but it wasn't to be. He popped outside one last time to pick up some dinner, opting for a burger from the local fast food place. His lack of lunch saw the food practically inhaled before Thomas jumped in the shower, getting ready for the evening. Then, naked and clean he summoned Carmen.

In a flash of light the Goodra burst into the living area. She turned around to see her bare trainer and sauntered over, giving him a delightfully warm and tight hug. “Goooooo…"

“Heya sexy." Thomas replied. “Believe it or not, I haven't brought you out for a raucous fuck session." She seemed both disappointed at the two not getting their freak on, but also excitably curious as to why he'd brought her here in such a state of dress. Seeing the curiosity slowly take over, Thomas couldn't hold back any longer. “To celebrate your evolution, you're gonna be my date to the Harvest Festival party tonight."

The look of confusion remained despite Carmen smiling joyfully. “Goodra!?"

Thomas sighed shaking his head. “It's apparently a popular thing. We were invited by Miriam." Carmen looked suspiciously at Thomas' belt on the table, pointing to Jeremy's ball. “Carmen," He said, sliding himself into her sticky embrace as she murred happily at the sound of her name “The invite was for me. My choice on who to bring. And that's you." He held up the torn Dragonair costume. “Even got you something to wear."

Her eyes lit up at the shiny golden latex. Feeling it she looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. “Goo?"

“Ha!" Thomas laughed, “Wait 'till you see mine. And yes, that did come from a sex costume shop. Unused, technically." She looked at him unimpressed. “There was another goodra who tried it on, got frustrated with it and when it tore refused to wear it. Personally, I think it'll look good as a zombie Dragonite, with your green goo dripping from the tears in it's skin… BWooooaaaagghh….." He waggled his fingers in a 'spooky way' much to Carmen's amusement. “You get dressed in there," he said, pointing to the kitchen “and I'll get dressed in there. Then we'll have a big reveal."

With a nod from Carmen, who began puzzling over where to start with the costume, Thomas made his way into the bathroom and wiped his pokemon's goo off before powdering up. Twenty minutes later he was satisfied with how he looked in the mirror. He checked the panties were on and the valves were all closed before strapping his pokedex to his upper arm. Then he knocked on the door. “Ready?" He asked, his heart beating rapidly.

“Goo." Came the affirmative from the other side. With a deep breath Thomas opened the door. Standing in the living area was a sight to behold. A Dragonite, it's skin torn asunder and leaking a mysterious green goo. Even it's wings were torn and hanging limp against the fake weeping sores. “G-Goooooooo…" Carmen sighed, seeing Thomas in the full Gothorita outfit. She padded over, each footfall sending a comically chilling squelch reverberating through the room.

“Sho… Ish not shcary, ut ish ok-ay?" THomas spoke, the gag pushed halfway out of his mouth as he asks for some moral support from Carmen. The Goodra circles around him, his head making it hard to see where she is. But the sensation of her tongue drawing itself up between his legs into his latex-wedged crack gave him shivers. “Ish tat goot, huh?" He moaned, the long slimy tongue retreating into it's owners mouth while Thomas tried to regain his footing.

Checking to make sure his pokedex was still strapped to his upper arm - and that the refilled pump was clipped to the band as well as the puncture repair kit - Thomas ushered the Zombie Dragonite out of the hotel room. He slid the key into a small pocket on the pokedex's band and started rather nervously down the road to the Gym. To say he was turning heads was an understatement. The only reason he wasn't getting wolf whistled was due to the rather imposing Dragonite by his side.

Reaching the door, he spotted the same bouncer from the club the night before standing there. As Thomas approached, the Machamp's eyes went wide, looking the latex figure up and down while biting his lip. As Thomas arrived he submitted his pokedex for a scan. The resultant discovery floored the fighting type as Thomas grinned beneath the suit and walked in. The Machamp didn't stop him, but had to have help being pulled up to his feet again.

Once through the initial entryway, the entire gym turned to stare. If there had been an old man on a pianola, he'd have stopped playing mid melody while a tumbleweed rolled past. Instead, Thomas got a good look at all the costumes from the front. Almost every trainer in there had gone as some sort of anthropomorphised pokemon, with only a select few choosing instead to go for some of the more abstract choices. One person was dressed up as Lavender Town's infamous Ghost Tower, with little Haunters and Ghastlys on rods swinging around every time they moved. Another was dressed as a lightbulb with a huge bandaid on one side. But some others were dressed up with wigs to look like the famous Red, Blue or Professor Oak.

The pokemon that dotted the room seemed similarly dressed; either wearing some sort of costume so as to look like a similarly shaped pokemon (One pidgeotto had been painted blue and silver to look like an articuno, spreading glitter everywhere it walked much to everyone's dismay) or were done up to look like other things. A golem had been painted up to look like a badly damaged pokeball, complete with a black belt that occasionally sparked. Another worn-looking costume was over to one side in the style of a Kangaskhan, though it seemed to be made of much rougher material than latex. And a Geodude had been taped to the back of a Machoke and painted up to look like the pair were a Machamp.

But of all the interesting costumes, all the creativity in some and lack thereof in others, the six foot Gothorita and her Zombie Dragonite partner just stole the show. As he walked through the throng, trainer after trainer giving him congratulations on an excellent pair of costumes, there was really only one person that knew who he was. “You made it!" Came a shout from near the arena doors. Thomas led Carmen through and sure enough, all dressed up was Miriam. She was dressed in what was obviously a Silken Sun garment given the quality and tightness. It was a Blaziken bodysuit, though instead of inflatable legs it had strips of latex that formed feathers. Unlike him though, her head was open to the world, just some face paint to look like a beak and hair done up to resemble Haileys.

Hailey on the other hand was in her Mega form. Not much of a costume per-se, but it certainly drew attention given the rarity of seeing such an amazing sight close up. Thomas bowed before Hailey as she looked to his pokemon, somewhat surprised to realise it was Carmen beneath. She looked at Thomas for an answer. “Not hee-ya." Her eyes went wide, the stern look requesting him continue. But he didn't take the bait. She could wonder all night if she wanted. Now was not the time. Instead he turned around and backed up gently against the Domme, sliding his smooth latex form down her feathery body sensuously before turning to Miriam. He picked up her hand in his stubby, fingerless latex arms and placed the silicone lips against the back of it. As he pulled away a curious finger felt inside, probing the few inches of silicone before it met the kiss of Thomas' real lips.

Miriam took a deep breath and looked up to her Mistress, biting her lower lip. The two shared a glance before nodding. “Once the party dies down a bit, come meet me outside my office." She half-whispered over the music. The Gothorita nodded in compliance and waved goodbye before wandering off to mingle. Thomas didn't know another soul in here, though he suspected the human dressed as a Hitmonchan was Ronda. With Carmen in tow,the two moved from crowd to crowd, though always out of the corner of his eye he could see the dilapidated Kangaskhan staring at him. Something about it was off putting, but intriguing.

As the night moved on, Carmen found a Druddigon Painted orange with some orange cellophane strapped to its tail to look like a Charizard, and was having quite the conversation. So Thomas left her to have fun while he continued wandering. Eventually he spotted the Kangaskhan as it slipped into the arena. He'd noticed while greeting Miriam that there were signs on those doors earlier that stated the arena to be off limits for the party. He looked around but couldn't see anyone who worked at the gym to inform. So instead, he made his way over and stepped inside.

As the doors shut behind him, Thomas could hear his breathing in the suit, the dark silence around him making it impossible to see. He pushed the gag to the edge of his mouth and cleared his throat. “You ah not shu-hoshed to he in he-yah." He exclaimed to the darkness. Near the center of the room he could see the bulky form of the Kangaskhan lit by light bouncing off the scattered clouds above. Thomas sighed, striding over. When he got there, the Kangaskhan was facing away from him. He figured out what was bothering him about the design. It had no arms. But when it turned around, he had to laugh. “Dat!" He stepped back “Dat ish hantashtic!"

What stared down at him was a scribbled face on the Kangaskhans head. Whomever came up with this idea for a costume was a genius. “Ninic-ahn! Nnnmnmnninic- dan silicone…" He grumbled, trying to say Mimikhan, as opposed to Mimikyu. “Shucking hrilliant!" As he reached out to touch the fabric, Thomas sensed something feeling up his leg. It was cool, but almost electric in how it made his hair stand on end. Or it would have if it weren't being pressed against his skin. He let the fingers trace all the way up his leg until with a subtle grope they found his arse. He moaned involuntarily as the touch pulled away. He was left touching the coarse fabric, similar to what some of the vegetables would be delivered in back when he was younger. He looked up to the scribbled face, then down to the now plainly obvious double slit for eyes in the Kangaskhan's pouchless belly.

Thomas looked around. Nobody knew they were in the arena, and he had managed to acquire a painfully sizeable boner while walking around in the Gothorita suit just from the looks he was getting from the male pokemon, let alone the occasional grope and arse slap. So taking a deep breath he reached around and tried to grab the latex panties, forgetting his fingers were still in the inflated arm nubs. But the 'Mimikhan' could tell what he was trying to do and shuffled a few inches closer. Suddenly he could feel a couple of digits trying to pull back the white latex panties, until one of them eventually manages to get under it and slowly work them down the latex legs. The two parts of the costume squeaked as they rubbed against each other, but eventually popped free.

Once the focus of much attention, the white latex undergarment was now abandoned on the arena floor as the two hands quickly shot up the mans legs to the pink silicone holes. He could feel a probing finger work its way against the arse gauging it's tightness and depth until with a shudder it found the outer ring of Thomas' real hole. The finger - if that's what it was - felt both really cold but also hot. Like the tingly kind of warm you get when sitting in front of a raging bonfire before walking away. Sure, the air is colder, but your skin is still very warm. Thomas' hardon suddenly went from aroused to ready to burst within seconds as that intrusion worked its way further inside.

Meanwhile the second 'finger' found its way inside the fake pussy. After failing at finding a real, secondary pussy after the silicone one, the pokemon seemed to jump in surprise when it's digit wrapped around the man's throbbing erection. It gave a quick tug, testing to make sure it existed, all the while flooding the man with those same hot and cold sensations all across his nethers. With his knees weak, Thomas collapsed to the floor breathing hard. “Huck. Huck…. Hot hos dat?" He muttered.

But he barely had time to think about his situation when the badly-sewn Kangaskhan shuffled around behind him. Two tendrils - possibly the same two that had been manipulating him before - wrapped around his hips and dragged Thomas backwards, pulling him down to all fours in the process. Pressed against his fake arse was a pre-leaking cock-tip, coating the silicone passage in a warm, slimy liquid. And before the man could protest, the pokemon thrust forwards, the slimy member sliding into Thomas' rear with little regard for his own pleasure. The cock was ridged in ways the man had never felt before, somewhere between a corkscrew and a rope; the twist as pronounced as the former, but as blunt as the latter. It started out as the width of his thumb but quickly tapered to the width of his wrist. Then as it's sinewy strands coiled around the shaft, it became as thick as his forearm before easing back down around the foot long mark.

Thomas was seeing stars. This cock's dimensions were close to his limit, and it felt like any further and it might just split him open. But with a sigh of release - and a gush of tingly pre - the bulbous base slipped inside the man's trained ring. He heard a grunt from behind him, the costumed pokemon obviously delighted at being able to get his whole tool inside a willing partner. He withdrew slowly, not waiting for either of them to get acclimatised to the other, raw sensation of flesh against flesh driving his lust. Thomas was not about to complain, it had been some time since he was last given a good pounding back there and this pokemon's size was perfect. Not to mention the strange sensation filling his rear, the same tingle he felt when it probed him before.

The cock's ridges swirled within Thomas, their lines guiding his arse to the right position as it was hilted within the man, the bumps around it's base massaging his ring as the thick member popped free of his hole. “Huck!" Thomas moaned, the mystery member driving him wild with its twists and turns. Hearing the man's lust-fueled mumblings, the pokemon reacted by thrusting harder. “Yesh! Yesh! Hardter!" He cried through the gag, the tingling sensation now so strong and so addictive that he felt he was going to go mad when that massive fuck stick wasn't inside him. The faux Kangaskhan railed Thomas' black latex arse, shadowy tendrils having wrapped around his thighs to hold him straight as the pokemon took him from behind.

The rubbery Gothorita bounced against its lover's cock in the middle of the arena, with nobody around to witness as the Kangaskhan costume was dropped. Thomas noticed a change in pace and stance from the pokmon mounting him, but he didn't mind, the thrusts became quicker and didn't pull out as far. Cool hands wrapped around his midsection as he felt the mystical top slide further up his body. “Huck yesh…" He moaned his approval. In response he got a low growl and faintly spoken words that he couldn't quite place. He could feel the pokemon getting closer, the twisted cock pulsing and writhing inside him. One of the feelers wrapped around Thomas' waist slid into the vaginal opening to wrap around the man's cock and begin pumping it.

That was altogether too much for Thomas, who immediately started gushing in his own suit. Ropes of hot cum coated the latex, squelching out around the man's belly and chest as the thick cock slammed into him all the harder from behind. With arse clenching from his own orgasmic experience, it didn't take long for the determined pokemon to reach it's own climax. But as it slammed that twisted cock deep into Thomas' tingling rear, something strange happened. His mind clouded by the overwhelming tingling sensation and his own sensual bliss, Thomas barely registered the cock unwinding, what were ridges slowly uncurling to instead be tentacles.

The man's mind was struggling to overcome the sensory overload as he realised what was happening inside him. The thick base of the cock was now moving slowly inside him, pushing further and further, stretching him more and more as it shifted its mass. Then with a final push it jammed something deep inside Thomas' bowels. The pain of being stretched in a part not used to being stretched finally broke the spell of that tingling sensation. “HUCK!" He cried, scrambling across the floor to get away from the pokemon. The dozen tentacles that had once been a cock slipped free of his rear one by one.

His hands landed upon the latex panties which out of instinct, he hurriedly pulled on. Then once he felt he was far enough from the pokemon, Thomas turned over, his latex suit's head bobbing in the darkness. He tried to focus on what just rammed something deep inside him when through the semi-transparent pink latex mask he could make out two orbs of light bobbing in the darkness. But as it floated over, the clouds above the arena parted, allowing the moon to shine down upon the scene. Thomas let out a blood curdling scream as the Mimikyu's form was revealed in the moonlight.

Then as the world swirled into darkness around him, Thomas fainted.

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