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Sweat was running down Aaron's brow as he and Burner gave it their all in a heated workout.

Muscles throbbing, hearts pounding, breaths coming out in gasps.

Aaron's hands were aching from so many pushups, going up and down, and Burner wasn't much better, pulling him up and down as they went.

They were out in the wilds, far from any prying eyes. Only the pokémon would hardly care. The most would be wanting to join in.

They were fucking, of course. Sex was a pretty intense workout after all.

Aaron loved how much Burner loved to manipulate his body. From having him hold onto a tree branch as he thrust up into him from below to performing pushups with Aaron underneath him, thrusting into him irregularly until they managed a pattern that worked for both of them.

The infernape would pause and rapidly change their position. Plucking him from a tree to curl his legs around him and bounce Aaron up and down.

Or onto his hands and knees and rail him from behind.

One memorable occasion had them in a tree and Burner flipped him around, going into a sixty-nine position while being held up only by branches, vines, and Burner's feet gripping the bark.

It was terrifying, but the thrill was even better.

The pokémon was quite insatiable, and Aaron was somewhat relieved the rest of his pokémon hadn't yet joined in on this excitement.

Rio had, of course, but besides the one lapse of control in the locker room, he was too shy to ask. Although he had been coaxed over a couple times to join up with Burner.

Digit was sexless, Aaron was pretty sure at least. Magnezone didn't reproduce that way...? He considered looking into it, but also never got around to that.

Aero was almost undoubtedly oblivious to it all. The flygon had his head in the clouds at the best of times, and Macie was a lady pokémon, and Aaron didn't quite swing that way.

Cinder, on the other hand, was giving him funny looks.

Aaron himself had received funny looks for having two Fire-types on his team. Still, he generally responded with the middle finger or just ignoring them. He could have whatever he wanted on his team, and it wasn't like Cinder and Burner filled the exact same function.

No one gave him grief for having two Fighting-type's, so he decided people were just stupid.

Regarding Cinder, however, he was an arcanine. A big one. Well, they were all pretty big as a species so Aaron couldn't be entirely sure, but he seemed enormous to him.

The fiery canine had a powerful sense of smell, and Aaron knew no matter how much he bathed, he couldn't quite get the smell of sex off him. And Burner rarely joined in on his watery cleansing, so it was pointless to try.

He did, awkwardly, let the rest of the pokémon know what was going on in a very uncharacteristic display of nerves.

They already knew. Well, not Aero, but everyone else knew. Burner wasn't exactly subtle about it, and Aaron considered that maybe he wasn't either.

Despite that, he hadn't broached the subject with them. Aaron just wasn't sure how to say. "Hey. If you want to...?" Burner obviously didn't mind, and if by the conversations he was sure the infernape was having, bragging about what they'd be doing, he wasn't shy.

Still, Burner had made the first move. And moved Rio as well. So, Aaron would be content to wait and have fun with Burner.

Eventually, the infernape did, in fact, move things along but not in a way that Aaron had expected.

He hadn't been able to bathe, they were still in the wilderness and not close to any lakes or streams and reeked of his late-night coupling.

Enough that Cinder coughed a spark before quickly making his presence scarce. Aaron took a whiff and decided he should make the trip to the cold, freezing, lake.

Burner pulled him away, and Aaron had to give some objection. "You are entirely insatiable," he grumbled, good-natured. Burner didn't always rail him, sometimes they played around with other parts of their bodies, but his ass was still stinging.

"Nape," Burner replied, shaking his head.

"Really?" Aaron said shocked, he gave the infernape a suspicious look. "Then what do you want?"

Burner began to talk and gesture. Aaron couldn't get everything, but years of practice had given him a reasonable idea of Burner's speech.

There was that new symbol that definitely meant sex. His head flared, he gave cute looks, he fell onto all fours at one point, and he chattered.

"You've got... a friend you want to introduce me to?" Aaron guessed, and Burner nodded happily. "...How big?"

Burner smirked at him.

"I didn't mean that way!" Aaron retorted, flushing. He meant in height... because that'd give him an idea of size down there.

Burner saw right through him.

"Fine," Aaron sighed, "let's see this mystery pokémon."

Burner whistled and a few moments later the bushes rustled as a flareon poked his head through. He spotted them and chirped happily, springing out to strut over to Aaron.

Aaron raised an eyebrow at Burner who waggled his back. Turning his head dropped his gaze on the flareon for just a moment, letting it tackle into him and knock him onto his back.

"Oof, watch it," Aaron snapped. Burner also murmured something, but the flareon didn't seem overly apologetic. He was already crawling up Aaron's chest, going for his face.

"Well, you're going a little-mmm!"

The flareon wasted no time.

He wasn't even hard yet, but Aaron got a strong taste of his sheath when he reached his mouth. The tip was poking out, and Aaron could feel it quickly beginning to engorge as he rammed it into his mouth, pulling it out more and more with each thrust, sheath pulling back.

Aaron's hands came up and captured the behind of the flareon, gripping in to get some kind of control over the frantic thrusting.

"Easy, big guy," Aaron gasped, pulling his head back. The needy thrusts of the flareon were too much for him to hold back, but its growing cock only pressed against his chin, smearing thin trails over his face.

The flareon huffed and growled something, Aaron calmed it by sliding one of his hands further down, stroking down on its balls.

"Just let me..." Aaron begun, already feeling hot. Another Fire-type, they were all so hot and heavy around him. The flareon thrust again and he opened his mouth, rather than just laying limp and letting it fuck his mouth, that could come later, Aaron decided to give it some help.

His lips were tickled by the fur of the sheath, but he ignored it in favour of extending his tongue. The flareon hissed and puffed a spark when his tongue slipped inside and the strong taste magnified.

Aaron couldn't help but moan. The flareon was pushing again, and all he could taste, smell, and feel was flareon.

His eyes watered from the taste, it was so strong he could barely actually taste it. But it was already making him lightheaded, or maybe that was the heat that was wrapped around his head.

Flareon were fluffy on top of being Fire-type's after all.

He kept one hand stroking down on its balls as he explored its sheath. The flareon's cock twitched and spilled precum into his mouth as more of it began to engorge and exit its sheath.

It was overwhelmingly warm in there, his tongue touching and tasting what never had been explored for the flareon. It was puffing hard already, but still thrusting strongly without any pause or deviation.

It was getting bigger and bigger in his mouth, and he could taste less and less of its sheath as it pulled back. Unwilling to let it go any sooner than possible, Aaron pulled his head forth to push his tongue further, and the flareon moaned.

It actually held in place for a moment, fully thrust into his mouth to the point the tip of its cock was tickling the back of his throat.

It was still growing, and the sheath was almost entirely pulled back. Aaron swiped his tongue left and right, all around the base of its cock, cleaning it. He could feel a subtle bump where its knot would inflate but hadn't begun yet.

He bobbed his head slightly, accepting the sheath was pulled back, and the flareon began to move again.

Not that he could see, but the flareon was breathing out sparks with each exhale, heartily enjoying the human underneath him.

Aaron ran the hand that was still pressed on the flareon's behind up its back, pulling the fur up slightly and it shivered. His other hand was still massaging its balls, and the flareon's tongue lolled out at the pleasure from all over.

Aaron sensed movement and gasped himself when his pants were torn off him, and two fingers were immediately pressed into him. He had taught Burner the way to prepare him, but Burner also was a little impatient.

With fingers and saliva, he was going in, and Aaron couldn't help but arch his back. It shifted the flareon who found that the position changed to perfectly suit its needs.

Aaron gagged when, with his throat now lined up, the flareon began to go further. He grabbed its haunches again, but it was thrusting hard and couldn't be slowed down. It wasn't choking him, but it was close, and not something he was expecting just tossed on him out of nowhere.

Burner rubbed his thighs, his balls, and his inner walls to calm him down, and Aaron was able to find a pattern of taking in short breaths between the flareon's rapid thrusts.

Something began to tap against his lips. He couldn't see much, mostly just underbelly fur, but he could feel and hear a great deal. The fingers probing in further, feeling the soreness from last night get battled by the pleasure of today.

He could hear the soft grunts of the flareon and the smack of its furry balls on his chin. Now that they were freed from his grip, they were hitting him with each thrust.

Burner was also sighing with amusement as Aaron clenched on his fingers. There were three now, scissoring him apart and going in so far.

The taste of flareon's cock was hard to describe for Aaron. It wasn't like Burner's at all. It was a lot smoother, ending with a thick head but a thin point, and not as uniformly thick, getting wider at the base.

In fact, it was getting a lot wider. Aaron remembered the thing about canine, and some other, pokémon. The knot.

That was what was pressing on his lips, he realised. And with the flareon fucking its cock down his throat, he could feel it straining to go further.

The knot was only just beginning to develop, excited by the penetration and feel of his lips, but it'd expand a lot once it was ready.

Aaron tried to say something, or sound something out to Burner. That thing would be too much.

Burner might have been to busy with playing with his ass to notice, however. He could feel the infernape's cock being teased at his entrance without pressing in. He still was pushing a finger in and out occasionally.

Aaron's made a high noise, trying to do something, before the flareon pushed.

Immediately he could feel that this was different. The cock was throbbing hard in his mouth, sinking into his throat harder than before. But it didn't pull back, sinking its forming knot past his lips.

Aaron took a difficult breath through his nose as the knot in his mouth expanded, thickening the entire thing as it throbbed with growing heat.

It was like he had a lava lamp in his throat the flareon grunting and moaning, paws pressing on the back of his head, trying to tug him closer. It wasn't cumming. It was close, though.

There was no real space to move, but the flareon tried anyway. Fucking its knotted cock as much as it could move in his mouth and throat. Aaron could barely breathe, and all he could smell was flareon.

It hissed a long sound before giving three sharp barks before groaning, and he felt molten cum begin spilling down his throat.

The flareon continued thrusting and twitching as much as it could, prolonging the orgasm for as long as possible. Aaron found his hands drifting up to its balls, squeezing them gently in a dream-like state. The flareon gasped, and a fresh burst of speed came from his machinations.

He was able to swallow the cum leaking down his throat, again causing the flareon to moan and shudder, and he could feel the heat pooling deep in his stomach. It wasn't a cold day, but he could definitely appreciate that kind of warmth if it was.

Part of Aaron expected it to be done, pull out, and be on its way. But none of those things happened. With its knot firmly planted between Aaron's lips, it couldn't pull out, and its cock continued to twitch and pulse, making sure he took everything those balls would give him.

Eventually, it turned around, causing Aaron to make a very unmanly sound, before just resting on his chest, cock still buried in his mouth.

He could hear the flareon still panting and the cock still spilling its seed, so Aaron resigned himself to a boring wait.

Wait? Yes. Boring? No.

Burner was ready now.

Aaron's eyes widened when he felt his legs get spread and rump gets picked up slightly. He made a sound that best translated to a shocked gurgle. The flareon rotated its hips slightly, moving the cock in his mouth, but didn't move from its place.

All he could see was flareon balls, tail, and fur. Its huge, fluffy, tail being draped over his face and blanketing him with its musk.

He couldn't see Burner. The only thing that assured him that it was even Burner doing it was the feel of his cock pressing against his ass, the fingers digging into his legs, and the soft. "Naaape."

Aaron knew Burner pretty well, but there was still a strange thrill at not being able to see who was pushing their cock into him. The feeling was recognisable, but what if Burner was watching from the side? Or just pulling his legs open for someone else?

Aaron couldn't actually be certain.

He swallowed. Flareon moaned. They both liked this.

Flareon began to tease his cock, and it was nothing but teasing. Rubbing his paws pads down the length of it, mostly avoiding the head of his cock. Even his paws felt hot, but the gentle pressure was nothing more than a tease.

Aaron moaned around the cock in his throat, and he felt the flareon throb again, more warmth spilled down.

Burner, he was pretty sure it was Burner, pressed eagerly against him, fucking him hard and deep and battering his prostate. His own cock was messing up the flareon's paws, and it actually pulled back from teasing him to wipe his mess on his neck.

Almost touching the bulge there.

That gave Burner an idea, however. Only one as fiendish as he could create. Leaning over, he grabbed flareon and turned him to the side, off Aaron's chest and leaned in himself. Aaron mumbled something indistinct as the flareon's cock was tugged and he nearly coughed.

He still couldn't see, and the flareon decided to just sit down, partially on his face partially on his right arm. That was going to go numb soon enough.

Burner leaned in, smelling the sheer scent of flareon all over his neck. He tasted the precum that the flareon had wiped before tasting the dried lines of precum from the flareon on his chin. Then, Burner pulled further down.

Aaron gasped when he felt lips on his neck. His neck was sensitive to touch at the best of time, but he couldn't even pull back. One arm was trapped, and before his other one could fly up, Burner caught it and pressed it down.

Aaron made obscene sounds as Burner began to kiss and suck on his neck. He normally couldn't handle that, but what made it even more maddening was the huge cock plunged into his throat.

Burner could see the bulge in perfect detail, where his skin raised, where the cock strained in his tight, wet, throat. He kissed the bulge and then latched his lips onto it, sucking. Flareon too gasped and sighed in pleasure, able to feel the ministrations Burner was doing through Aaron's skin.

Aaron couldn't take it. He had barely been touched at all, but his cock erupted, splattering his seed all over his belly, chest, and even parts of Burner when the jets flew up.

Burner didn't cease fucking him or sucking on his neck, continuing even as he clenched and writhed around him before finally groaning out, cock pumping more Fire-type cum into him. Warming him from every side and part of him.

Burner continued to stroke his neck and kiss around his lips until the flareon's knot had deflated enough that it could pull it. It was still half-hard and grinded its cock between his pecs for the bit, spreading saliva and post-cum on his chest before breaking the rules and giving Aaron a quick kiss on the mouth.

His infernape made a highly disagreeing sound, and the flareon didn't do it for long, just enough to stick its tongue down where its cock had been earlier, before winking and dashing off.

Burner grumbled at it, but Aaron was only happy to be breathing normally again, taking deep, gulping, breaths and coughing a few times. Everything felt warm, from head to toe, and he didn't very much want to get up.

Burner was the one to move them, picking Aaron up bridal style and walking off with that same air of smug pride in what he reduced Aaron too, carrying him to the river.

He was kind enough to carry him but just tossed him into the water once they arrived. Aaron, knowing Burner was going to do that, held his breath and intentionally stayed underwater for a little longer than he normally would, causing Burner to panic and jump in after him.

"That's what you get for tossing me," Aaron laughed, rising up and splashing a now-steaming monkey. Burner did not look impressed but was also kinda impressed and splashed him back before getting out and lighting his head with a snap of his fingers.

Wouldn't take him long to dry at all.

Burner shook himself off and went to lie down on a rock. He was asleep in seconds. Aaron shook his head at the strange pokémon and began to swim a little.

As much as the heat of Fire-type's got him going, he rather enjoyed the cool water on his skin and soaked in it for a while, just kicking lightly with his feet to stay above water.

A moving shadow caught his attention and Aaron squinted into the air, spotting Aero flying about above the river. He waved and called out and Aero who squawked in surprise before dropping like a stone.

The water shivered when he came to a sudden stop and Aero smirked, falling into a position that could be called 'Draw me like one of your French girls' and began to float over with his head propped on a hand.

"Yes, yes, very impressive," Aaron said dryly. Aero floated around him a few times, the only sign of his flight being caused by the vibration of his wings. It was impressive how much control Aero had over his flight, Aaron would give him that.

Especially since he helped teach him that.

Aero continued orbiting him for a bit until Aaron had the gall to flick a tiny bit of water at him. Immediately the flygon took off into the sky trying to shake the water off.

He'd never gotten over his dislike of water from being a trapinch. It was hard enough to make him drink water, let alone touch it with anything else.

Aaron laughed, Aero would dry himself off with pure speed, and went back to washing himself off. He couldn't just stay in the river all day. His other pokémon would eventually be wondering what the hell was going on and Aero could not be trusted to tell them.

He could request Aero to do it right now, and he'd find the flygon six hours later having an eating contest with an ursaring, having completely forgotten three seconds after asking him.

So, he'd enjoy this for a bit. He could actually feel some bruises developing on his sides from Burner's fingers gripping him, as well as a sore and sensitive neck. Outside and inside.

There was also a tell-tale feeling around his nether, and Aaron reached down behind him. He hissed as he spread his own walls with a finger. Just a glance down, he could see some white flowing down the river.

Burner liked to fill him up a lot. Aaron would count himself lucky that he only went the one time, and also somewhat unlucky as that was always fun even if he was wrecked afterwards.

Aaron had been using this river for the past couple days, not once did he have a problem with it. It was slow enough that he could relax in it but did move so not many Water-type's would be spotted for more than a few seconds.

That he saw, at least.

Aaron kept working himself, not wanting to ruin another pair of underpants, when something grabbed onto him.

He barely had time to yelp out before something was pressing against him. He kicked out before feeling a shiver go up to his spine, looking down through the water it was a little blurry, but he could make out the red crest jutting from a blue head.

A feraligatr.

Well, that was probably not good. It had a hold of his thighs and could very easily take a bite out of him. It was there for a taste, not quite a bite though.

Before Aaron could begin shouting for Burner or Aero, the feraligatr licked him.

Lick was an understatement. It drove its tongue into him, and he gasped out a moan. "A-ah?" He was close to a rock, even though he was being held above water he still grabbed onto it to steady himself. "Okay," he breathed, feeling the tongue go in further.

Aaron felt his face flush deep red as he hung onto the rock. It was a little slippery, but it wasn't a concern. The main concern was the feraligatr that was eating him out.

Better than it actually eating him though.

He sighed out as it hit something nice. His feet were uncaught, and his toes flexed underwater as the feraligatr really started on him.

Perhaps it had noticed him cleaning himself and decided to offer its help? Without offering. Aaron moaned as its tongue retreated slightly, the tongue felt a lot nicer than his fingers. Could go a lot deeper as well.

He was almost feeling hot, except the water was cold, the tongue in him was hot but colder than Burner's cum. It was a rapidly changing mix of temperatures and sensations, and he could only grip onto the rock to steady himself.

With his sighs and moans, it was bound to attract some attention. Burner was still sleeping, lazy bastard, but someone else wasn't.

Aero was watching out from above after all and came rocketing down when he noticed Aaron clinging onto a rock, with something blue underneath the water.

"Flygooon!" he yelled, ready to ignore his dislike of water and dive in to attack. Aaron called out to him before he could.

"Aero, it's okay!" he yelled, and Aero stopped in mid-air. The flygon chirped and cocked his head at him, floating in front of Aaron.

Flygon's eyes were very good. Protected with a membrane for sandstorms, they were capable of seeing through their own sandstorms very well. That strong eyesight extended to everything, including the blurriness of underwater.

He took in Aaron's flushed face, the biting of his lower lip, and glanced down at where Aaron's cock was hard and leaking underwater.

Well. If he hadn't figured out something was going on before, or Burner somehow didn't make it abundantly clear, then the cat was out of the bag now.

"Gon?" Aero asked, and there was a different tone to it all. Aaron looked up, Aero actually wore a nervous expression. As he had to look up, it didn't take long for him to notice something slightly lower.

That was different. Burner, Rio, even the flareon had at least some stuff on the outside. Aero was a flygon, a dragon, and he had an easily-missed slit. One that was beginning to flush as a purplish tip began peeking out.

That was also new. Aaron knew Aero was male, didn't think he'd be interested. He had seemed far too oblivious to actually be oblivious, but maybe he really was?

Either way, the flygon was floating in the air with a reddening face and a growing cock. Aaron blinked, the spell breaking, and he called out. "You wanna...?" He didn't finish those words exactly, not entirely sure what to say, but Aero got the meaning.

He nodded.

"Come o-ah-on!" Aaron said, squeaking in the middle of it when he was reminded that he still had a feraligatr eating him out. "Oooh, fuck."

One hand went underwater, stroking the head of the feraligatr. It was really going to town now. It had been drawing out Burner's cum, some of it being lost to the water and some of it going into the feraligatr's maw.

The thickness of its jaw was pressing against his cheeks as its tongue, thicker at the largest point than Burner's cock, spread him. His remaining hand clung harder onto the rock as he panted. He could feel the tongue farther inside him than anything had been, and it was making his back arch.

Aero seemed to enjoy it, floating in with a little more confidence and a lot more curiosity. His cock was extended a lot more, and Aaron got a better look at it. Lightly purpled all over with a flat, spear-like, head and ridges on the underside of the cock, slotting down further and further as more and more of it was revealed to the world.

He wasn't quite close enough to touch, Aaron was in the water after all, but Aaron began whimpering. "Aero come on. Please, let me... let me taste that. Ah, Aero come on!"

It emboldened the flygon, and he shuffled closer, pulling his feet up and flipping over, so he was floating horizontally. Aaron pulled his hand away from the feraligatr, and it dripped with water for a moment.

Aero didn't shy away, even from the water-covered hand, and hissed a piercing growl when Aaron's hand closed on his half-hard dragon cock.

"Oh wow," Aaron murmured, feeling the texture. It was so different again from any other dick he'd held, the ridges were stiffer than the rest of the cock but not to a dangerous degree. He was very interested in how that'd feel but equally as curious as to how it would taste.

Aero trilled as Aaron began to pump his hand, more of his cock spilling out from his flushed slit. Aaron reached up to tease the edges of his slit and Aero yelped, thrusting his hips automatically.

"Like that?" Aaron asked, moaning as the feraligatr's tongue began to scrape him. Its bumps being felt all the more now that most of Burner's cum was out of him. "Oooh, yeah, you do."

Aero nodded, and Aaron tugged him slightly, partly to jack him off further, partly to encourage him closer. Aero had probably never been this close to the water in his life, but he was about to feel something else just as wet.

The flygon hissed against when Aaron's lips met his cock. He kissed the spear-like headfirst before sucking the tip in, pulling Aero down more as the last of his cock began to release, he slid his lips down the side of it, letting the tip of his tongue drag on the sensitive flesh.

Aero shivered, and he kissed the tip of his cock again, already spilling some precum into his mouth, before sucking his cock in.

He quickly took in two things. The first was that Aero tasted even stronger than anyone before him. The second was Aero's cock when the flygon immediately thrust right down his throat.

"Mmmph!" Aaron grunted, those ridges were something else when scraping his throat. He couldn't eject the flygon, and then the feraligatr below him moved, dragging its tongue out and grabbing him again.

He could feel the shifting of water before something else began to slide between his cheeks. Whatever the feraligatr was packing down there was definitely some sort of weapon.

Aaron released the rock to grab onto Aero's leg, just needing to do something before a thick, tapered, length began probing around his hole. He could feel just from the heat grinding against him that it was not tapered for long, that thing was thick.

His left eye twitched as the feraligatr began to push itself into him. Aaron hadn't spoken even a single word to it, and it was already beginning to penetrate him.

He couldn't focus on that, however, as Aero was currently choking him on HIS cock. Not as thick as the beast going inside him, but the ridges were making his eyes water. He wanted to grab for some balls, by there were none on the outside of the flygon.

He made do by sliding his fingers around the base of Aero's cock and into his slit. He could feel the flygon shivering in pleasure at that, and he dug his digits in further, feeling the moist warmth suck at his fingers.

There was even more cock in there, but he didn't know if it would, or even could, come out. Either way, Aero had never played with himself that far in, so this was new and enjoyable for him.

Aero chittered out some pleasing sounds, clumsily thrusting into his trainer's mouth. Their position wasn't ideal for a hammering, Aaron was being entirely held up by water, feraligatr, and a hand on Aero's leg.

Still, he was getting a rhythm. Aaron was gasping and moaning around thrusts in and out, and Aero found he quite enjoyed the sound. He gave a deeper, longer, trill and floated in slightly closer. He was dangerously close to the water, and his cock twitched in Aaron's throat at the edge of danger.

He began to play with Aaron's hair. It was a neat thing, even flattened from water. He carefully avoided scratching his trainer with his claws, instead running his fingers through his hair, feeling the strands between them.

One hand rested on the back of Aaron's head and began to move it in conjuncture with his thrusts, driving his cock deeper. So, this was what Burner had been prattling on about? Aero hadn't listened, to busy training and proving he was the best because he could fly.

Had a type advantage over Burner too. Aero knew he was the coolest. How much Aaron was enjoying his dick only supported that idea. The human was grunting and gasping and moaning all around him, playing delightful vibrations through the tip of his cock with his fingers going into places Aero had never even thought about.

He sighed and pressed in even closer, the tips of his feet actually touching the water. It was cold, but it wasn't too bad. He wasn't weak to water anymore, he just didn't like it.

But he did like this.

He pressed closer and closed his eyes, dipping down until more of him was pressing on the water.

Aaron felt weightless. In the water, being partially held up from different directions, and spit-roasted between two pokémon left him feeling like he was floating. Or maybe Aero was cutting the oxygen off from his brain. Either way, he liked the feeling.

The feraligatr was about halfway in him now. It felt like it was rearranging his insides with how far that cock was going, more and more was just being pressed in, and he couldn't tell if he was mostly down or it was only the start.

He could only hang onto Aero.

Neither pokémon were in rhythm with the other. One underwater, one floating, neither caring about the other stopped any hope of cooperation. Just Aaron's slight jerks up or down could be manipulated.

He felt the large hands of the crocodilian pokémon pull his legs wider, it was like he was going to do the splits, before a series of bubbles by his head let him know something was going to happen. He could feel the tension in the feraligatr's body, just from its grip on him, he tried to take a breath but only sucked down on Aero's cock.

Feraligatr thrust and Aaron jolted forth, gasping and taking Aero to the base. Fully penetrated on both sides. He could feel his stomach pushing out, but he couldn't see it, with his head craned up for Aero's dick.

Something finally moved, and Aaron felt everyone get pushed away from the stability of his rock. Aero withdrew entirely from his mouth, giving Aaron moments to take deep breaths of air. The feraligatr was pushing him to the bank, unable to rail him in the middle of the stream.

His hands curled around the bank, and Aero's shadow fell on him again. The flygon sat down in front of him, pushing him slightly back to fit. Aero sat, smiling with his purple cock jutting up and rubbed it on Aaron's face as the feraligatr also breached behind him, rising up.

Aero's confident smile didn't waver, and the feraligatr paid little notice to him. Its grip on Aaron shifted to his waist, and it held him firmly in place. It hadn't slipped out entirely when moving them and was able to continue immediately.

Aaron felt the wind get knocked out of him on the first thrust, bracing himself against Aero's legs. The flygon's feet, and part of his tail, were dipped in the water but he didn't seem to mind, just smiling and holding his dick.

He pressed it against Aaron's cheek, grinding and spilling strings of cloudy precum on his face. Aaron chuckled at Aero's attempt at marking him, the laughs almost being beaten out of him as the feraligatr began to thrust.

He grabbed onto Aero's tail with both hands, bracing himself. His thumbs pressed something before sinking in, and Aero gasped himself. Aaron nearly pulled back upon realising he'd just pressed his thumbs into Aero's tail hole, but the flygon moaned, his cock twitching.

Aaron paused, as much as he could as the water was being frothed up around him. It'd felt amazing when the feraligatr was doing it to him. He normally wouldn't, but...

Aaron leaned in, and instead of taking Aero's cock back into his mouth, he pulled his thumbs back and pressed his tongue to his tail hole.

The flygon made a sound awfully similar to a meep before leaning onto his back, unable, or unwilling, to look Aaron in the eyes.

Aero was covering his mouth with one of his hands, but moans were slipping out anyway as Aaron dug his tongue into his pokémon. He hadn't been on this side of things yet, but he tried to think of what his other pokémon, and this feraligatr, did for him.

Aero clenched on his tongue as he dove it in him, tasting the flesh of the flygon. It wasn't a terrific taste, but nothing to what he was expecting. Aero was clean, even if he resisted water.

Reaching a hand up, he stroked the twitching flygon-hood as he probed it with his tongue. The feraligatr seemed to notice him going at it, softly and gently, and thought to maybe help.

Or something like that.

Aaron felt a thick hand clamp down on his head before he was pushed firmly into Aero's taint, the feraligatr rising slightly over him to pin him into the flygon's rump.

The pressure of Aero's tail was high, but his tail hole just continued to flex around Aaron's tongue, his lips pressed on his pucker. He squeezed down harder on Aero's cock than he intended, but the flygon moaned, thrusting slightly into his iron-grip.

Aaron couldn't pull back, he could only keep going, soaking his flygon's walls with his saliva. Feeling the ring squeeze around the middle of his tongue, feeling the sensitive flesh within try and draw his tongue deeper. He was no pokémon, he didn't have that long of a tongue.

Long enough for Aero to enjoy himself at least.

It was actually the flygon who broke first. The tight grip on his cock, tickling his ridges, the tongue up his ass, and Aaron's other hand playing with his slit again was too much for the inexperienced flygon, and Aaron felt him clench hard around his tongue, almost forcing him out.

The flygon cried out, pearly-white cum spurting from his tip and all over his chest and face, crying out. His hole was clenching around Aaron's tongue rhythmically until his tongue was only on the rim, his cock spilling more and more cum as the flygon shuddered.

The feraligatr snorted and finally pulled Aaron back from Aero's rump, spinning him around to face him. Aaron got a brief look at a crocodile's smile before that tongue that was in him, and his own tongue that was in Aero were joined together.

The feraligatr's breath stunk, but Aaron couldn't even smell it with the shock of having that thick tongue go down his throat. It was like being spit-roasted all over again but by one person.

He yelped as the feraligatr sped up, pumping his powerful hips faster, picking him up by the rump to hold him in place for him to thrust into.

Aaron was nearly biting the tongue down his throat, barely able to breathe with it down his throat, and the hammering his colon was getting.

He actually screamed when he felt a mouth touch his neglected cock and Aaron's hands curled around the antennae of the flygon that had recovered enough to curl his head around him.

Aero had to be careful, he'd get a beating from the feraligatr's chest if he positioned his head too badly, but he was very much the give and receive type.

His long, nimble, tongue curled several times around Aaron's cock before he drew the whole thing into his mouth, feeling the blunt head move to the back of his throat. Trapinch had no gag reflex to speak of, and this trait continued to flygon, allowing the inexperienced Aero to take Aaron to the base with no trouble.

He squeezed his eyes shut, it was still a strange feeling, and swallowed, causing his trainer to gasp around the tongue the feraligatr was ramming down his throat.

Aero bobbed his head up and down carefully, he kept his tongue curled around Aaron's cock, until his trainer couldn't take it anymore. He would have cum just from the feraligatr in time, but a little help was always enjoyed.

Aaron hadn't tasted Aero's cum, but Aero certainly tasted Aaron's as he pulled back, the humans cock spurting jets of his seed all through his mouth. Feraligatr growled in pleasure as the tight little human tightened, even more, huffing out a growling breath before shoving Aero away to pin Aaron and really fuck him into the ground.

With Aaron's mouth free, he was able to shout his appreciation of this to the world, his cock still throbbing mostly dryly, his balls pulled right up to his body. Aero took over the mouth then, pressing their much-closer-sized mouths together in a sloppy kiss, taking Aaron's cries into his own mouth as the feraligatr's thrusts began to get harder.

Not slower, just harder.

Aaron was nearly being thrown from the impacts, Aero helping brace him, and Aero trilled as Aaron bit not-to-gently on his tongue. The feraligatr gave a low, deep, groaning hiss and slammed its whole length one more time into him.

Aero placed with the bulge in Aaron's belly as the feraligatr's cock spilled everything it had into him, there was going to be a mark left from that amount for a while, with Aaron sighing and moaning as the feraligatr groaned.

It held in his body, joining them together, for a fair while, its cock twitching and throbbing, spilling more and more of that thick, creamy, seed into his belly. If he was a lady, he'd almost worry about getting pregnant from that much cum.

Aero's pets were actually rather relaxing, and Aaron enjoyed it for a slightly different reason until the feraligatr finally pulled out, a stream of its cum oozing out of his stretched hole.

Aaron gasped, clenching around nothing and his hole unable to fully close. He tried to lean up but gave up partway, slumping back into Aero's grip. "I came here to wash that off," he pointed out, rubbing his stomach.

The feraligatr snorted at him.

Burner, who mysteriously only woke up when Aaron wondered out loud if the feraligatr was interested in coming with him.

By the waggling eyebrows, Aaron could guess Burner was saying he already did, but he didn't listen. He had some pokéball's, but also a full team of six so he elected to give the feraligatr some time to think.

It followed him anyway.

Aaron didn't particularly want to walk, so Aero was kind enough to carry him. He didn't particularly feel like washing off in the river again. Aero dunked him halfway, and Aaron pressed on his belly anyway to wash at least some of it into the river.

A present for the Magikarp or whatever.

Burner was left to show Jet, as Aaron had already dubbed him with that name, the way back as Aero was flying him.

The two were already arguing, Aaron could see the lovely friendship they'd have already.

Aaron had a unique lack of feeling in his legs when they got back. Only Digit and Macie were there when he arrived. Digit, the Magnezone, had no reaction whatsoever to his state or smell, likely couldn't smell him anyway.

Macie, however, gave him quite the look of judgement, the bayleef had no chill.

"What?" Aaron asked.

"Bay."

"Shush."

"Leef."

Aaron mostly just rested as everyone slowly gathered. His pokémon liked to do their own thing when not training with him, and they were strong enough to handle themselves.

He wondered what they chatted about when they were all together for meals, a mishmash of pokémon voices that he couldn't parse.

Slowly, with cracking joints, he began to pull something together for dinner. They'd die without him, not able to feed themselves. It wasn't even an exaggeration, Aaron had only actually caught one of them from the wild.

And they were starving when he caught them. The rest were variously human-raised already.

Aero stared at him happily as he tossed things together to create an approximation of food. Aaron, personally, wasn't hungry. He'd had his fill already.

Burner and Jet arrived eventually. Both had bruises yet were laughing together already. They did an unsettlingly-synchronised leer at Aaron, and Aaron knew.

What he knew, he didn't know. He just knew.

Rio and Cinder came in last, together. Both were panting from some training they had undergone together, the nimble mienshao taking on the powerful arcanine in a battle of speed and agility.

Rio had won their little challenge, having tagged Cinder more than he'd been tagged in kind and was quite pleased with himself.

Cinder was less happy--the gigantic canine falling onto his side in a huff. Rio was thankfully, not the kind of teasing and came over to Aaron to help.

He was the only one actually allowed to help. Fur tended to get in places, but he could be trusted to not drop it, ruin it, or eat it.

No one else could be trusted for all that.

Cinder was huffing a lot, Aaron noticed. He wanted to sit down, but also didn't want to sit down with an aching twinge coming up, so he pulled Cinder's steel brush out of his bag and knelt down with his arcanine.

Burner was his first pokémon, but Aaron loved them all the same. Cinder, at the very least, stopped huffing in annoyance once he got attention.

He continued panting a bit though, although that also stopped fairly quickly in favour of nose-breathing. His large, black, nose was flaring as he breathed in deeply.

Aaron didn't notice, too busy brushing Cinder's endless forest of fur. He could do a single short sweep and then need to pull arcanine fur out of a furry ball he now had. The pokémon had a LOT of fur.

He liked the attention on his back the most, usually, but today he seemed wanting some belly focus. Not quite as much fur there, so it was easier on Aaron.

Cinder continued breathing in deeply. He was an arcanine. His sense of smell was second to none, except maybe a slurpuff. He'd claim superiority anyway.

Even when Aaron bathed with soap and shampoo, that smell was never entirely gone. Lingering under the artificial 'clean' humans loved so much.

When he just washed himself off a little, Cinder could smell it a lot deeper. That smoky, salty, smell that followed Burner or occasionally the scent that Rio had. Clean, but in a different way.

Today, however, Aaron seemed to have forgone such a sensible human ritual. He could smell no less than four pokémon on his trainer. There was Burner, as always, but it was long distant. There was a different smoky scent, wilder than Burner's. There was the watery smell that the new guy, that cocky feraligatr, had.

And there was Aero's earthy, mysterious, smell.

Aero sure looked pleased with himself. As did Jet, as he had heard the feraligatr dubbed as.

Cinder could deal with the smell when it was distant, suppressed, attempted to be removed as it was clear the fun was over. But Aaron stunk of sweat and sex, such an inviting smell. Cinder rumbled something. It wasn't a growl, but it was close.

Aaron paused, hearing the sound, but not being sure what it was. "Cinder?"

Cinder rolled away from Aaron and then onto his feet. He could have dinner later, something else was crowding his mind and taking his attention.

"Cinder? Wha-WOAH!?"

Cinder pushed Aaron onto his back and whimpered something pleading. It took Aaron exactly half a second to realise what Cinder wanted, the thickening sheath between his legs when he was brushing his stomach had given him a hint already.

"Wha- now in front of-"

Cinder loomed over him, enormous arcanine and him a regular-sized human. Cinder's teeth nipped the back of his shirt, searching for purchase.

Once he had it, Cinder lifted him up and turned him around, pushing him onto his hands and knees before ripping his pants off.

He had only put them on half an hour ago. Cinder also ripped through them entirely, ignoring Aaron's complaints about that.

"Aww, come on I really liiiiiii...."

Burner had used fingers, Jet had used his tongue, Cinder used nothing but his cock.

He wasn't hard, canine Pokémon didn't quite work like that. His tip was poking out, and that was enough to shove into Aaron, the warmth and heat of the human immediately stirring more of his cock to swell, growing in Aaron as he began to fuck him in front of everyone's meals.

Had Aaron been able to understand his pokémon, he would have heard Digit says. "And in front of the salad." And then nudge the very Grass-type Macie with a robotic giggle.

With a paw on Aaron's head, he pushed him into the grass while hiking Aaron's hips up. His trainer was not exactly prepared for this sudden loss of control, he didn't even know Cinder had been fighting the urge for ages now.

Before Burner even made that first move, to be exact.

Having the temptation now laid so bare, he realised he was resisting for no reason. Might have been a slightly inopportune time to do this, however.

Aaron was gasping out with each thrust from his arcanine. Cinder was getting bigger in him every moment, and while he still had Jet's cum slicking his walls, he was so sore from today.

He would not be sitting down at all tomorrow if he could help it.

Cinder's sheath was almost entirely pulled back by the time he really began to rut him. There was no thought of dragging things out of anything else, not even Aaron's pleasure.

The human was getting hard from this, not just from this sudden, random, hit of sex but from being mounted in front of his entire time. Burner, the eternally-horny bastard, was already jacking off but surprisingly wasn't coming to occupy his mouth.

This moment was all for Cinder.

The arcanine's forepaws hooked firmly around his hips and began slamming him harder. His head was freed, but he was being rattled so much he'd almost prefer being pinned down.

Molten drool was dripping from Cinder's growling mouth, laying stinging droplets onto Aaron's cheek as he pressed one side of his head against the ground, listening to his pokémon with the other side.

He was content to let Cinder get out this burst of aggression, he was not content when he felt something bigger bumping against his stretched and sore hole.

Aaron quickly remembered the flareon and also the fact that Cinder was considerably larger. If Jet hadn't stretched him out so thoroughly before, he doubted he could handle this anywhere near as easily.

But an arcanine-knot was an entirely different story.

"C-Cinder!" Aaron shouted. He thought he wanted to tell him to not do it, but something stopped him. "Cinder! Cinder! CINDER! AH, FUCK!"

He pushed back right as Cinder slammed forth, burying that growing bone right in him. Cinder immediately howled, slamming Aaron down onto his stomach with his knot rapidly inflating in him.

Aaron gave off weak gasps, that was so big. It'd tear him apart. It was so hot as well. The arcanine groaned and lifted his hips, pulling Aaron up with him without any chance of resisting. He began grinding into him, pulling that knot as much as it could possibly go while the cock seemed to grow even bigger in him.

Aaron felt his forehead touch the ground, and he looked down. He could see the outline of the cock in him, see it twitching.

He clenched, and Cinder howled again. A burst of heat nearly knocked Aaron out, and he couldn't quite remember what happened after Cinder began to cum.

He did remember eventually being dragged along by Cinder's knot, the arcanine deciding he was hungry after all and his rump being raised up into the air as Cinder ate from his bowl.

Knotted and dragged in front of everyone.

Rio ran off to get some towels and Burner was nice enough to finish himself off and stroke Aaron to a climax as well. He didn't have much more to give today.

Cinder gave him a lick on the head after his knot had deflated enough to pull out and Rio cleaned him off, Aaron too wrecked to do it himself.

His team were some horny bastards, most of them at least. But at least they were learning some TLC to add onto it afterwards.

He'd be back in the cities and big leagues soon, but no one would fault Aaron if he took a little longer out there. Get everyone else a little stronger, that's what he'd say.

It was quite a workout.