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The yawning caverns of Rock Tunnel weaved a broad and labyrinthine path through the Eastern mountain range of Kanto. The darkness of the tunnels was broken only by whatever light bold trainers thought to bring with them, as no lighting was ever installed in these walls – either through lack of funding or interest, or simply because under any logical situation, the other two foot paths to Lavender Town wouldn't be entirely shut off as they had inexplicably been on this occasion. As it was, Zeke held a flashlight in one hand as he led the way into the tunnel, watching his own shadow dance in front of him cast by his partner following along behind with his own smaller light affixed to his shell. He could see the water pokemon's swagger in the bobbing movement of the light and held back a chuckle. Three badges caught the glimmer from their lights on the front of Zeke's black hoodie; The silvery Boulder Badge, the shimmering blue teardrop of the Cascade Badge, and the brilliant yellow Thunder Badge. Zeke admired the array of their victories for only a moment before a movement caught his eyes in front of him. He held his light up higher to catch a glimpse before the pair of them were blinded by a flash of light in front of them.

It had been weeks since their first victory in Pewter City. When they left with their first badge, they set their sights on their next great challenge: Mt. Moon. As they trekked through the cavernous mountain, they fought off swarms of tenacious Zubat, pushed through a tunnel guarded by a wild Graveler, avoided disturbing what seemed like an ancient and secretive Clefairy ceremony involving Paras spores, and handily defeated every trainer they encountered along the way. Zeke had even spent some time brainstorming on a nickname with his Squirtle. The little blue tortoise quickly shot down several suggestions – Spritz, Bombshell, Slippy, Jingo, Booster, and Ralph – before the pair came to an agreement: Blue. “Blue, use watergun!" just rolled off the tongue really well in their next battle and it stuck ever since.

When they emerged into the sun from the other end of the mountain, the two of them felt renewed confidence. This could really work. The next day, they challenged the Cerulean City gym. Zeke and Blue stepped inside, and an hour later re-emerged with a second badge. The young trainer who'd shown up from Mt Moon with just a Squirtle defeated the entire gym full of water type pros with a single water type pokemon. The gym leader Misty was dignified in defeat, and Zeke meant to cause no fuss, but the few fanboys who'd watched the match couldn't tell the rest of the city fast enough, and the next day found a line to challenge for the Cascade Badge trailing out the door.

Over their journey, the pair had grown more accustomed to traveling together and camping as a pair. As they would make camp, the two were always focused on each other. They would set up camp together, start a fire and eat together, wrestle and play, and help clean together. On the nights when they had a little more energy to burn off, one or both of them would remember the first night they found that next level of intimacy. Some nights like this, they would cuddle and touch eachother intimately, stroking eachother and maybe even licking eachother. Other nights would find Zeke riding his Squirtle's long cock until the two burst. Most nights when the two would explore each other like this, Zeke found himself letting Blue take charge. His energy was empowering, and his enthusiasm for the intimacy they shared was the main thing that had won Zeke's heart in the first place. On the few occasions they had let themselves push eachother's boundaries, it felt to the two like a reversal of roles- Blue was the master.

Most nights when the boys really had their fun with each other, Zeke's body would be a bit of a mess, coated in both of their cum and with a belly full of salty, watery Squirtle seed. Such occasions usually became too much for the pair, and they'd since found an enjoyable solution, as well as a new use for Blue's now mostly-unused pokeball.

It was after the pokemon and his trainer first ventured through Cerulian right after descending from Mt. Moon when Blue and Zeke decided to take a little tour of the routes to the north before attempting to challenge Misty and her Gym. The intent was to find challenging pokemon to hone their skills on, which they did in spades. Along past nugget bridge and through the winding hedges and brambles of Route 25, Zeke commanded his partner through dozens of intense and ultimately victorious battles, each time swelling with pride in Blue's ability. As they reached the end of the trail, seeing now just an unimpeded path leading the mile or so straight back to town. Instead of heading back however, seeing as the sun was already beginning to disappear behind the trees, the two looked for a place to camp. They found a spacious, relatively flat surface on top of a large rock just beyond the thicket of trees. From up there, the pair could look down and see the lights of Cerulean City becoming more distinct in the fading evening night. It was no time at all before the two fell into eachother's arms in the warm, still evening air.

An hour later, Zeke was laying on his back, naked and panting. His disrobed hoodie the only thing between his bare flesh and the cooling stone beneath as his partner, Blue reached his peak and climaxed inside of him. The young trainer had his legs raised over his partner's smaller form while the pokemon's hips were pressed flush against Zeke's, his perfectly long, tapered cock buried deep inside the boy's tight ass. The flare at the tip of his cock did it's job well plugging up Zeke's passage as he continuously pumped a torrent of warm, salty, watery cum into his partner, filling him with his churning seed. As usual, Zeke watched as his gut swelled in front of him, pushing him over the edge just in time for him to coat his gurgling belly with his own modest drizzling of cum. More and more he grew to love the feeling, and even just the sight of his partner's seed so visibly filling him up.

As the pair had been sharing these passionate nights more frequently, Blue had begun to realize he loved the sight of filling his human so full that it showed. He loved his trainer's body, so lithe and toned, the perfect example of youthful athleticism. To watch as the human allowed him to plow so recklessly into it and fill it with his seed like that – watch as his own cum filled the boy – was almost as much as a reward as the orgasm itself. As his load poured more and more into Zeke, he leaned forward and lewdly slathered his tongue over the boy's slowly growing paunch, lapping up the boy's own coating of seed and replacing it with his own marking of saliva.

After the two caught their breath, Blue carefully pulled out of Zeke's well-used passage, eliciting a gentle groan from both of them before the Squirtle performed his usual ritual of gently lapping at Zeke's soft, somewhat swollen ring. The pokemon had begun noticing more and more each time he would do this, the human seemed to be trying to tighten himself back up. In the beginning he thought it was his trainer unconsciously trying to keep his tongue out, but after hearing him once sigh in disappointment when a gush of cum poured out of him afterwards, Blue thought he knew the reason. Today, he figured he'd try something for his partner.

After tending to his tender rear, Blue knew that Zeke would probably try to find a private spot away to... empty himself out. Sure enough, moments after the pokemon stepped away, his trainer began to stir, making as if to stand up. “Squirt squirtle!" the pokemon called out before reaching over and rummaging through the trainer's hoodie. Zeke sat and watched curiously for a moment before the small blue water pokemon produced a pokeball.

“Oh, your old pokeball," Zeke intoned with faint amusement. He hadn't used it since they left Pewter City, simply keeping it locked in it's inactive shrunken state and forgotten in his hoodie's inner pocket. “Heh, feeling a little nostalgic bud- hey!" Zeke flinched as Squirtle took the pokeball in his mouth before diving down between his legs, pushing the trainer's thighs apart and nudging under his balls. Zeke's body seized up in confusion as he suddenly felt the cool metallic surface of what he knew was definitely a pokeball pressing up against his soft, tired and yielding sphincter and squeezing tightly inward, followed by the warm and wet tip of Squirtle's tongue pressing it deeper inward. Zeke's toes clenched tight as he felt the smooth pokeball push several inches inside of him before Blue's tongue pulled out of him, leaving the intruding ball inside. The devious young Squirtle murred as he cuddled up alongside his partner's naked form, nuzzling against Zeke's chest as he stroked at Zeke's swollen, sloshing belly. The trainer got the hint, smiling softly and also stroking a hand over the warm mound that was a belly full of pokemon cum. An unexpected shiver of delight zipped through his body as he was already getting ideas.

The next morning, the pair awoke, ate a small breakfast of berries, and Blue stifled his pent-up morning wood inside of his more than willing partner, once more applying a liberal salty filling to the trainer's insides before plugging up his soft, worn out ring with the pokeball once more. Zeke was so thankful as they walked that he had remembered to leave the thing locked in mini-mode. It was already tight as it was, he couldn't imagine how it would feel for it to suddenly expand inside him. As it was, it was difficult to get used to walking with a firm metal ball squeezed tightly within his pelvis. Still, the trainer had enough to distract himself with, grinning from ear to ear with one hand idly cradling his softly swollen paunch as he and Blue walked into town. He couldn't help but squeeze and rub at his belly, knowing full well that everyone who looked at him would see a boy with a bit of chub around his middle before they'd imagine this young trainer had over a quart of hot, potent pokemon cum hidden inside of him. In fact, what quickly became the more pressing concern was Zeke hiding his rapidly growing arousal in his shorts as he fed off the excitement of carrying around something so perverted and personal in such a public place. For a time, the pair sat on a bench outside the Gym, watching trainers go by, wishing them luck and chatting with several of them, all while Blue rubbed and nuzzled affectionately at his partner's softly swollen belly, sloshing that warm mass of his own seed inside his partner as he did. With every rippling gurgle inside him, Zeke felt the weight of that load testing against the tightly-plugged barrier within him nearly made Zeke's eyes roll back into his skull in arousal. It was clear his Squirtle was playing a game with him and winning as Zeke attempted to not freak out any strangers or have a hands-free orgasm in front of any of them.

Afterward, Zeke felt a different, inspiring thrill inside the gym, feeling the weight his pokemon's seed inside of him as he watched his partner fight so powerfully against the cadets guarding Misty. The experience was overwhelming from start to finish, as if the trainer was blindly riding a wave of decadent pleasure to victory as he received his Cascade Badge and a handshake from the famous Cerulean City Gym Leader, Misty with his free hand still idly tracing down his little paunch. He decided from then on, he'd happily get used to this.

After finishing up their time in Cerulean City, the pair made a beeline south toward the next gym. Taking the bike path even without a bike turned out to be the fastest path to the next gym that Misty had recommended for them. The venture down Route 6 slowed them down however, as the pair encountered a bevy of different pokemon trainers fresh out of the bike tunnel and working out their skills on eachother, likely before challenging the Vermilion City Gym. Zeke and Blue were not ignored, and of course they eagerly took on all comers.

When the pair did finally arrive in Vermilion City, it was on a wave of pride and victory, ready to challenge the resident gym. As soon as they set foot inside, they realized what they were in for. Vermilion City's gym was an Electric Type gym, meant to teach trainers the lesson of coming prepared for a tricky type matchup. Not only was it tricky to hit a weakness on an electric type pokemon, they were especially gifted at completely frying water-type pokemon.

For the first time since he had set out with his Squirtle, Zeke understood being at a disadvantage. In order to prove themselves worthy to enter Lt. Surge's battle chamber, the pair had to fight through each of his cadets, each one armed with a skilled electric pokemon, capable of bringing Blue to his knees if the challengers made a single wrong move. It took time, determination, and a couple trips to and from the nearby Pokemon Center, but Zeke and Squirtle made it to the Gym Leader flawlessly.

The military-dressed man with the blond shock-top grinned energetically as he eyed them entering his chamber. “Y'all are pretty gutsy," he sneered. “I can't tell if you're punking me or if you really expect to walk outta here with my badge using only a single Squirtle."

At that, Blue hopped forward, arms out showing he was ready to fight. Zeke gave out a confident chortle. “I don't need any other Pokemon! I've got Blue here, and together we're enough to take on anything!"

Whatever reaction he was expecting, it wasn't the sudden guffawing and knee slapping that followed. Zeke's posture slouched as he waited for the middle-aged war veteran in front of him to wipe the tears from his eyes and catch his breath. Lt. Surge almost stumbled over a couple of times, catching himself on the pedestal he would normally be standing at dramatically.

“Kid, that's incredible..." He took a moment to catch his breath and wipe a single mirthful tear from his eye, then stood up and took a pokeball from his belt, expanding it. “Seriously, it's been so long since I've heard anything that hilarious." He tossed the pokeball out onto the field and out popped a Pikachu, brilliant yellow fur and an intense glow behind his beady black eyes. “Pikachuuu!!" it yowled, clearly ready for action.

Lt. Surge was grinning from ear to ear, seemingly more pumped than he'd been in a while. “Here's what I'm gonna do kid. You seem really confident in your little pal there, and I'd feel really bad just destroying him like I would normally do." Blue looked ready to throw down at just that, but Surge continued, “So instead, we're going to have a little one-on-one. This here is Rosco!" The Pikachu stood up on his hind legs to strike what might be an intimidating pose on any other pokemon, then performed a very impressive backflip and a suitably intimidating lightning burst around him where he landed. Both Zeke and Blue took a brief step back at that.

“Rosco is my prize Pikachu, fastest member of my team and able to rival any Raichu in power. He's simply the best at what he does. These days I usually save him for the final round, but you got me feeling generous. If you can beat me and Rosco here, the Thunder Badge is yours."

“Squirtle!" Blue retorted, Zeke echoing his sentiment. “You're on!"

The lights went out, immediately replaced by the arena lights in the center of the room, lighting just the fighting ring in the center of the room. The two pokemon squared off, and somewhere in the room a bell rang.

“Rosco! Thunderbolt!"

“Blue, use Headbutt!"

In that moment, time slowed down for the pair of pokemon. Rosco had already anticipated the first command, and before the words had left the gym leader's mouth, the small electric rodent's red cheeks were surging with a million tiny sparks as it charged up enough electricity to knock a Gyarados catatonic. This was a move meant to prove a point, to send Zeke crying and stomp out the duo's confidence. This fight was going to end in one strike.

With no communication, Blue and Zeke knew this kind of move was coming, and while they didn't have a foolproof defense against this, they knew how they could get a decisive win. From the chime of the bell, Blue was a red-shelled bullet rocketing forward on all four limbs, strafing slightly to the right as he closed the distance between himself and the Pikachu. He was nearly in striking distance by the time Rosco's attack surged forward, its zig-zagging path striking a fraction of a split second behind where the Squirtle had been, discounting its sideways path. In the tiny span of time it took for the tiny pikachu to notice it had missed, his opponent had already subtly readjusted its path and sprung forward with demolishing force, head-first into the smaller pokemon's skull – a critical hit forceful enough to send the small pokemon sprawling backward.

Lt. Surge watched in stunned agony, mouth agape as Rosco staggered around, spinning in small circles, muttering “Pika- Pikaaa..." before falling unconscious in a dazed stupor. Lt. Surge quickly recalled the pikachu to the stasis of its pokeball. What followed was a brief moment of Lt. Surge staring down in frustration at the young trainer and his tenacious squirtle. With a start, the gym leader's right hand moved toward his belt, as if he were going for another pokeball before he stopped himself.

Zeke took a step forward defiantly for a moment before he watched the gym leader's body loosen up. What had been paralyzing shock on Lt. Surge's face was again the tearful laughter from before the fight. “Holy crap, kid! I hope we were recording that!" As the house lights came back up, lighting the whole room, Lt. Surge strode out into the ring, crouching down to shake Blue's smaller hand. “I've always waited for the day someone could outmatch Rosco's speed, but I never thought it'd be a little squirtle!" Squirtle accepted the praise proudly, easily won over by flattery.

Zeke stepped forward as the gym leader stood up to address him. “Alright kid," the man started.

“My name's Zeke."

“Zeke... Yeah, alright Zeke. You showed me something I've never seen before. There's more potential in you and your partner than most, and I don't want to get in the way of that. And besides, fair is fair. That was a fight you two can be proud of. I want you to have the Thunder Badge." He held out a hand, revealing the bright yellow, eight-pointed sun that was Vermilion City's Thunder Badge. As Zeke reached for it, Lt. Surge grasped the young trainer's wrist with his other hand, and clenched the badge between their palms in a tight but warm handshake.

As they left, and since then, the two continued to be unstoppable, taking on all challengers along their path and successfully fending off attacks from the pokemon of the wild. Zeke's mind was set on the Saffron City gym, but the Northern and Southern inroads were shut off due to checkpoint construction. From Vermilion City, Zeke travelled East down Route 11 to try and wrap around from the East, then found their path blocked by nothing less than a veritable pile of Snorlax blocking the narrow rockway entrance to the boardwalk path of Route 12. As he and his pokemon would try to climb up one of the massive, cushionlike, car-sized creatures, it would begin to roll down the pile, forcing them to run away from a small Snorlax avalanche before the offended slumberer would amble back up to it's spot in the pile and return to it's blissful slumber.. There seemed to be no way to surmount the mass without risking being smothered under the strange avalanche, so they turned back around.

Later that afternoon, just before sunset, Zeke and Blue returned to Vermilion City. On the way, they both needed to blow off some steam after the Snorlax Mound incident and easily located a small clearing beyond the trees off the road of Route 11 for some alone time. Now, as they walked back into town on the main road, Zeke blushed and smiled faintly, rubbing at a slightly swollen belly, and Blue followed along with a bit of a kick to his step. A shout shook Zeke from his reverie as he turned to see an older man waving to them from the side of the road. He approached and called to them with a friendly smile. “You are the two who bested Lt. Surge in two seconds flat, aren't you?" He was a tall, slender man with a face wrinkled by a life of wearing this same grin he was giving now, and small black sunglasses completely shielding his eyes under a wide brimmed beach hat. He was dressed comfortably for warm weather and smiled at the two. “This must be the third time this week I've seen you two pass through this town, so I'm thinking either the shopping here is better than I thought, or you're lost."

Zeke chuckled as he watched his Squirtle approach the man like they were old friends, clearly taking a shine to being recognized. “Squirtle squirtle!" the small water pokemon declared proudly, leaning in a cool pose against the old man's leg. The trainer smiled down at his little partner as one of his hands idly trailed against his softly swollen belly. Zeke shivered softly at the feeling before speaking for both of them. “Yeah. Well, we're more stuck than lost. The main roads to Saffron City from here are blocked, and the way to Lavender Town, well..."

“It's blocked by an adorable pile of Snorlaxes, yes." The man nodded as if he were remarking on the weather. “It is that time of year." He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. “Son, there comes a time in most trainers journeys where they have to stop, and wait." He smiled, placing his hands in his pockets as he seemed to reminisce “You know, when I was your age my mother would bake me cookies, and the smell would always overwhelm me. I couldn't stop myself. When I thought she wasn't looking, I would always try and sneak a cookie away when it was too hot, or try to steal a bit of the cookie dough. She'd always remind me that good things are better when you wait for them to be just right."

Zeke seemed unimpressed with the man's wisdom, but in the situation where all paths seemed blocked to him, he couldn't really argue. The boy sighed, his shoulders slouching a bit. At that, the strange man nudged him with one elbow, as if he were sharing a secret with a close friend. “But you know... That cookie dough was really good." He grinned, letting out a playful chuckle. His deep, untroubled laugh somehow sent a calm warmth through Zeke's worried thoughts. He listened curiously as the man continued, “That time does come for most trainers – but you don't have to be most trainers. There's another way through to Saffron City." Zeke's eyes lit up and Blue hopped up to attention, clearly bursting with excitement. “It's gonna be tough," the old man began, only pulling the duo's attention more. “It's not something I'd usually recommend to just a pair of folks...", Blue was jumping in anticipation.

“Even seasoned trainers can get lost... in Rock Tunnel."

The pair learned everything they could from the old man about the long abandoned path between Cerulean City and Lavender town, which would lead them straight to the Eastern entrance of Saffron and what Zeke hoped would be his next Gym. As they walked the scenic rocky path of Route 9 they focused on training, wanting to be prepared for what they felt convinced would be their greatest challenge yet. They rustled through the tall grass, scaring up whatever strong fights they could find from the wild pokemon, and happily accepting all trainer battles along the way. They traded stories with several of them, and asked about Rock Tunnel. None had attempted the route themselves, but they all wished him and Blue luck.

After fighting off a particularly territorial Nidorino, Zeke got to witness something incredible. A long day of training and bonding had taken its effect on the experienced pokemon, and with a look of knowing determination, Blue closed his eyes. A soft light enveloped his body, emanating softly but quickly obscuring him entirely. A soft humming, with a faint high whistle like the sound of a boiling water kettle, filled the air as the silhouetted shape of light morphed and grew, then moments later faded.

What stood now in his Squirtle's place was a taller, slightly more well-proportioned tortoise creature. Its limbs were just slightly longer in proportion to its almost identically-round shell body, and where it previously had presumably unseen little earholes, it now sported a pair of white, winglike ears, feathery and dashing. As well it's once-blue coiled tail was now a longer, almost cloudlike white tuft of a tail extending out longer and curling tightly at the end. Staring back up at Zeke was Blue, the Wartortle – the same partner he'd originally set out with, but now changed into something more from their shared experiences. As the sun fell on their path, they spend the night play fighting and training before falling into a deep sleep chastely in eachother's arms, renewed in their faith in one another.

The next morning, the pair entered Rock Tunnel. Nothing had prepared the duo for the incredible darkness they found within. The massive entrance narrowed down into a smaller passage within, and once they'd turned one corner, it was as if they were blind.

“Jeez, I thought they were exaggerating," Zeke muttered to Blue as he pulled out his flashlight, flicking it on before helping his partner with the one he'd fastened to his shell. The two were floating on the sea of their own confidence as they simply strode forward through the cave. They had no map, were given no clear directions, and had no idea how long the tunnel would be. But they felt prepared for anything.

They had come across a few passers through as they walked for about an hour, mostly researchers studying the caverns, or spelunkers looking for some sport. After another hour, the pair stopped encountering people entirely. They footsteps echoed solitarily off the endless stone walls, interrupted only by the faintly dripping water from stalactites on the ceiling. Zeke was beginning to feel a bit more anxious as he found it harder to keep track of how much time had passed. He could swear he'd experienced an hour, then look at his watch and see only five minutes had passed by. He was close to sharing his fears that they were lost with his partner, but the fear of being lost got caught in his throat for a moment. And in the next moment, there was a flash of light.

It took the pair several seconds to adjust, shielding their eyes with their hands before they could make out a small group of people in front of them. It looked like about half a dozen boys around his age. Zeke recognized a couple of them as the fanboys who had watched his fight with the gym leader Misty nearly two weeks before. One stepped out in front, a young trainer in a suit, a similar outfit to his friends, that had been mussed up a bit from clearly spending some time in the caves. This one was clearly the leader based on the sharpness of his sneer and the fact that he was the first to talk. “You're the one. Someone said they saw you heading down Route 9, and I knew this is the only way you'd come."

Blue stepped forward, sensing hostility from them. As the pokemon stepped into the light, the other boy looked surprised. Zeke looked at them curiously. “I think I remember you from the gym. You were there when we defeated Misty."

One of the other boys chimed up, “This is Connor, he's been trying for Misty's badge since before you ever-" he was cut off when the clearly self-decided leader shoved him away. His face twisted into a pained scowl, accentuated by the harsh shadows cast by the array of bright flashlights. “How did you do it!? We saw you tear through Misty's team like it was nothing, with only one pokemon and no type advantage!" The Wartortle's arms crossed over his chest in pride, chiming affirmatively, “Tortle!" Connor stomped his foot, shouting loud enough for the echoes to magnify almost painfully, “As if! Me and my crew - logically - assumed Misty was off her game, so we and every other trainer in town challenged her the next day and, and..." One of his friends stepped up to place a comforting hand on his shoulder and he seemed ready to begin sobbing in frustration, but it was slapped away.

“And she mopped the pool floors with us! Every one of us! You made a deal with her or something, didn't you? Even my precious Gloom couldn't bring down a single member of her team. You cheated somehow! I know it!"

With that, in a fit of rage, the well-dressed trainer pulled a pokeball from his backpack and tossed it out, releasing the blooming flower with the gloomy face, Gloom. “Even if your Squirtle did evolve, there's no way you could have beaten Misty! I'll prove to everyone you're a fraud! Gloom! Stun Spore!"

Zeke was caught off guard by the first surprise challenge. This was not how a trainer battle was meant to begin. Thankfully, Blue was more prepared, pulling his head, legs and arms into his shell and rolling away from the sudden cloud of glittering spores that had begun billowing from Gloom's toxic petals. As the air dissipated, Blue hopped back into a ready stance, calling out to his trainer. “Tortle! Wartortle!"

Zeke nodded, ready to retaliate. “Knock it out quick, Blue! Headbutt!" The little blue tortoise dashed forward with uncanny speed directly toward the Gloom, but found itself surprised by a tangle of vines beneath his feet that he hadn't seen from the poor lighting, coiling and grasping him tightly before lifting him aloft. The fanboy trainer laughed victoriously. “Good catch, Gloom! Now wrap him up tight with Constrict!" Blue let out a groan of pain as he felt the vines coil more tightly around his arms and legs and begin squeezing, threatening to wrap around him more.

Zeke panicked for just a moment, before calming himself and shouting out another command. “Blue, don't let it hold you! Use Scald!" Wartortle's eyes lit up bright for a brief moment as it recalled the technique they had learned from Misty in they hard-fought battle against her two-hit team of Staryu and Starmie. He breathed in a small lungful of air, steam suddenly forming around his lips and from his nostrils. The bubbling sound of boiling water emitted from the Wartortle's belly for a moment before it opened its mouth in a torrent of steaming hot water directly onto Gloom.

The water itself would do almost nothing to the absorbent leaves and petals of Gloom's flowery body, but the force and especially the heat was enough to cause the poison-grass type to drop the Wartortle and recoil a bit. In that brief moment of surprise, Zeke called out another command. “Now, Blue, Rapid Spin!" The Wartortle withdrew once more into its shell and began rolling forward. It was startling how quickly it developed momentum before suddenly striking Gloom across its face.

“Gloom, no! Use Razor Leaf! Finish it quick!" Gloom attempted to follow the command, but before it could regain its footing after the first hit, the bright read shell had already circled back around and careened into it again, this time sending the rough-looking flower pokemon into the dirt.

Connor was nearly ripping out his own hair as he watched the small turtle completely destroy what he'd imagined would be an easy and satisfying victory. As he recalled his weakened Gloom, he looked back at the rest of his friends. “W-well?! Why am I the only one fighting him, huh!?" And with that two more pokeballs flew out from behind him, releasing a Voltorb and a Bellsprout. The leader also grabbed another pokeball of his own and tossed it out, releasing a Tangela. Each one squared off facing Wartortle, awaiting their trainers' orders.

“We got lost down here trying to find you!" Connor shouted, panic showing through the anger in his voice. “You're gonna lead us out of here! But first, we're gonna teach you and that pokemon of yours a lesson!"

“Blue! Use Dig!" Before any of the other trainers could give out a command, Wartortle did a quick hop and dived forward into the rocky floor of the cave, digging with uncanny speed until he had disappeared within a second. As everyone's flashlight was focused on the hole Wartortle had made in the ground, Zeke switched his light off. When everyone else looked back up to find him, he was gone.

Everything was silent for a few moments, and then a sudden cry of “Voltooorb!" pulled the attention of everyone's light to the round silhouette of Voltorb dropping into a hole that wasn't there before. One of the group rushed over, shining his flashlight down the hole to see nothing. Suddenly behind him, a burst of rock and a cry of shock signalled the explosive reappearance of the Voltorb, launched upward from the ground before coming to a bouncing thud on the ground, clearly down for the count.

“B-Bellsprout!" came the warbly cry of the flower pokemon, turning the lights in its direction to see it facing off with Wartortle. “Razorleaf it, Bellspout!" The grass pokemon spun its small body, releasing several leaves from its stem-like form to fly like tiny razor-sharp missiles at the Wartortle, who neatly bounded between them with an astounding feat of acrobatics, before launching forward with a powerful headbutt to the yellowfaced flower's flimsy body, laying it out flat before once more diving out of view beneath the ground.

As the two defeated pokemon were withdrawn back to their respective balls, Connor shouted “Tangela! Use Flash!" From the dark depths beneath of vines of the grass pokemon's inscrutable body, several small bulbs of light slowly emerged and hovered around it like especially bright fireflies. The light filled the whole chamber, and for a few moments, the lost, well-dressed trainers could see everything around them fairly clearly. One looked down a nearby corridor that seemed to turn off around a corner and commented. “Hey, I think that's the tunnel we came through! Screw this, let's get outta here!" The rest of them all saw this and nodded, turning and running to the exit. “C'mon Connor, let's get outta here!"

The Tangela looked up expectantly at his trainer. The young man looked at the exit then looked back at the hole where he last saw the pair of trainers. “Good luck, losers! We'll find you again! If you can ever find your way back out!" He turned to look at his Tangela. “Use Earthquake."

The Tangela looked up briefly at his trainer for confirmation, receiving only an impatient nod. Without any further hesitation, the grass-type pokemon leaned forward and with an instant, several of its whip-like tentacles smacked forward into the rocky ground with tremendous speed, and within moments there was a force like a vibration in the rocks beneath them that resulted in a powerful shifting in the cave floor, and then the walls. As the Tangela finished its work, Connor recalled his pokemon and turned to run from the cave-in he'd just caused with a grin of manic satisfaction.

As the trainers had lost track of Zeke and Blue, the duo had tunneled down the same path together, Zeke quietly calling commands while hidden underground in the tunnel the little blue water type had so rapidly dug for both of them. After taking out the Bellsprout, they retreated under ground and re-emerged over sixty feet away around the corner of another corridor further in. They began making their walk briskly forward again, when they felt the floor begin to shake. Rocks fell behind them and the walls shuddered, sending clouds of dust and dirt everywhere, clouding their flashlights.

“Stay close to me, Blue!" Zeke pulled his partner close, just as the ground around them began to crack and give way. Within moments, everything around them including themselves fell straight downward. There was nothing but the crashing of rock overpowering their own cries as they fell. Zeke saw the bright red shell of his pokemon as he pulled him closer before something knocked the flashlight out of his hands. After that, everything went dark and he felt like he was being smothered.

He felt panicked, struggling against the weight of dozens or hundreds of rocks around and on top of him. Every time he would move, he felt the weight shifting and moving above them, but it didn't seem to give way. The young trainer's breath came more rapid and heavily. Wartortle could hear the panic in his partner's breathing, and could feel it in the pounding heartbeat through his chest.

“Tortle!" Blue barked almost commandingly. Zeke's panicked fidgeting suddenly halted. “Wartortle," the pokemon uttered more comfortingly. Just the tone and warmth of these syllables meant everything to Zeke as he held his pokemon closely. They were still together, and they could take on anything.

Zeke cleared his throat before taking control again, giving his command. “Blue, use Dig. But you know... carefully." The powerful tortoise nodded before beginning to dig upward through the rocks and rubble, almost as if he were slowly, meticulously swimming. The rocks displaced around his powerful claws, leaving just enough space for Zeke to snake behind him along the same temporarily cleared path.

Though it was slow going, after about a minute the pair managed to dig themselves up onto the top of the pile of debris. Neither had a light that still worked between them, but based on the sound of the echoes of shifting rocks around them, it sounded like they had fallen a long way. They had no bearing on which direction their path had been heading, and even if they had, there was no way back up into the corridors above – assuming any of those corridors still existed.

“Blue, where are we...?"

“Tortle."

“Do you... think we're stuck?"

“Wartortle!" The turtle pokemon scrambled a bit in Zeke's arms, breaking free of his trainer's grasp before dashing forward down the pile of rocks.

“Wait! Blue, where are you-" he picked himself up onto his feet and slid forward, almost losing his footing as he came into surprise contact with solid floor. “Blue, where did you go!" He called out into the darkness. For a moment he heard nothing, and he called out again, beginning to stumble forward. “Blue? Are you okay buddy?"

And then he heard a splash, and a few moments later the wet scampering of paws against the rocky floor rushing toward him. He backed away for a moment then heard his pokemon's voice. “Waaartortle! Tortle!" He reached down to pat his pokemon's head, which came up about twice as high as it had when he was Squirtle, now just over half the boy's own height. Blue tugged at his shorts, “Tortle!" before dashing forward again. Zeke followed behind, but was unable to keep up for fear of stumbling. Clearly, the pokemon's eyes were much more well-adapted to the dark.

Then Zeke swore he could begin to see outlines around the rocks and shapes around him, almost as if he was becoming accustomed to the complete lack of light somehow, and things grew brighter and brighter as he stepped forward. As he looked ahead, he realized there was something ahead that was illuminating the cavern ahead. A pulsing light that seemed to emanate with the sound of dripping water. He climbed a bit of rock, like an asymmetrical natural staircase, where the top flattened out into a wide plateau surrounding a huge pool of bright blue, bio luminescent water. Each time a droplet of water would fall to its surface, a shimmering ripple of blue light burst along the surface of the pool from that point. Blue called out excitedly to Zeke, who could now make out his partner clearly along the edge of the pool before performing an elegant dive into the depths, his form perfectly visible through the crystal clear water, speckled with countless bright blue flecks of light, illuminating this entire edge of the chamber and the entire pool of water. Zeke knelt down to watch his friend swim like an elegant torpedo, grinning from ear to ear. Eager to join him for a dip, the trainer began disrobing, removing his hoodie carefully first, folding it so the badges were protected inside it and away from the water before simply tossing off the rest of his clothes over to the side somewhere. His trunks went last, landing unceremoniously on top of his tennis shoes before he dove headfirst into the water after his friend.

The pair swam for a while in the natural cool cave spring, admiring the way the water would glow brighter around each others bodies as they moved. They played, splashed around, and after swimming over to a shallower portion of the pool, the bathed each other. Though they by now had no more shyness around each other, any time they would do something as intimate as this, it was impossible for one of them not to take the affection further.

As Zeke was scrubbing at his partner's armored belly, he could feel the lower portion of his abdominal shell softening. This was familiar to before, but as he continued to rub around Blue's slowly-softening cloaca, he realized he'd never seen it like this. Though the slit inside still seemed just as tight and narrow as before, what began to emerge was clearly thicker than before. Even the usually thinner, almost tapered tip had a more pronounced, almost cuplike rim that constantly drooled a cascade of watery pre. And as more and more snaked out, it was like watching a bright pink, squishy eel emerge – still the same shape he had learned, but nearly twice as long in all directions. Zeke's fingers parted around it as it emerged from under water, tracing along its underside as it pulsated. At the sight of that first bit of liquid pre, Zeke leaned forward and pinched it between his lips, before instinctively pressing forward.

“T-Tortle..." Blue nearly gasped as his trainer made the first move, a rare occurrence. He leaned back against the rocky edge of the pool, watching the young trainer's head slowly bob, inching down more and more. Zeke had only ever attempting deep-throating his partner once and in his over-eagerness the attempt had made breathing more difficult than he'd anticipated. And Blue wasn't anywhere near this size then, but the energy he was feeling in that moment wouldn't let him give up without trying. He breathed slowly through his mouth as he allowed his gag muscles to get used to the feeling of his partner's throbbing member tapping at the entrance to his throat. The quickening, constant flow of slick, salty pre gushing forward helped him to take it as he gingerly pushed forward and let that tapered, somewhat dexterous cock slide deeper into his throat. He took a deep breath as his nose dipped beneath the water, bobbing back up to take a breath before slipping back down once more a bit deeper. Zeke's throat felt like it was stretching wider than before as he managed to take more length than he had before. As he bobbed his head, the edges of his vision were lit by the shimmering blue lights of the pool around them, glowing brightly in time with every small movement they made. Blue couldn't resist an occasional, gentle push forward as his partner would bob up for a short breath and then dive in for more. Zeke's lips stretched wide around what was easily the thickest part of the Wartortle's shaft, as he felt that long length flexing and wriggling deep down his throat before he realized his nose was pressed up against Blue's belly. His heart leapt in his chest as he realized how much cock that meant he had taken down his esophagus.

Blue's long, slick cock was continuing to gush a continuous gout of salty, watery pre directly into Zeke's belly. Zeke relished the feeling of that long, warm shaft filling up nearly half his body before he realized how much warm he felt in his belly. One hand trailed down his smooth freckled chest and toned abdomen to find a swollen paunch already larger than any full climax he'd taken from his little partner before. He glanced up at his newly-evolved Wartortle to see a look of nearly unconscious bliss on the tortoise pokemon's face, both clawed hands resting heavily on the back of Zeke's mop of messy red hair. As he pulled up, he felt a little bit of resistance from his partner's small, clawed hands. In the next moment, the pokemon's hips pumped upward, forcing the trainer to continue throttling his hard cock within his tight, straining throat, just as the Zeke began to run out of air. With a sudden movement, he began patting against the sides of his partner's shell to snap him out of his stupor.

“War... tortle..." the pokemon was moaning, lost in the feeling of his entire shaft squeezed from base to tip inside something, as he would gently grind his hips in and out. The ethereal blue lights of the pool danced across the walls of the cavern, mesmerizing him in this long, blissful moment until the thrashing in the water beneath him brought him back to reality. He didn't realize how hard he was holding Zeke down until he let his trainer back up, gasping for air as he slung his head back.

Blue pulled his trainer back up onto the rocky ledge out of the water, leaning over him as the boy coughed, spitting up a likely equal mix of water and preseed as he gagged. After a few moments, he calmed down and looked up to see Blue looking down at him with worry. “T-tortle...?"

“I'm alright buddy," Zeke muttered, smiling a second later before adding, “You've never been this horny before, have you?" He chuckled as a cheeky smile spread across Blue's face. Indeed, even as he had fretted over almost accidentally drowning his best friend and partner, his cock didn't shrink the slightest, continuing to throb and drool in hunger for his partner's insides. The way Blue crouched over his naked companion, his long shaft was pressed against the smooth, wet and warm flesh of the human. Looking down, Blue's face contorted in delight at the sight of his own drooling shaft laying across Zeke's round belly, swollen with his own preseed. The pokemon shivered in excitement – he was going to breed his trainer so much today.

Zeke slowly moved to sit back up, breathing more easily now, just before suddenly trying to dodge away from his partner who was suddenly nipping at his chest. The Wartortle's hands went for his trainer's sides, gently holding his partner down and cooing at him as he began playfully nipping at Zeke's chest and belly. The trainer's bubbling laughter echoed throughout the chamber as he helplessly flailed his skinny limbs in the air around his Wartortle, who was licking and nipping at his his chest and his soft belly, and at his nipples. It wasn't long however before his voice began to quiet into soft panting, as that tongue flicked out more carefully, and those teeth began grazing more softly and gently in certain places – along his clavicle, just at the tip of each of his hardening nipples, tracing just up the center of his chest and along his neck, nipping at his ear.

Zeke turned to look at Blue as their faces grew nearer, and as he did, his companion pressed his lips against his. At first, it felt just as strange as the first time they'd tried kissing – their mouths were just two different sizes – but as Blue gently parted his mouth, pursing his lips to meet flush with Zeke's, and pressing his tongue forward just enough to flit past the human's lips. Zeke moaned softly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around his partner's broad shell and pulling himself closer. As they kissed, however, neither could ignore the presence of Blue's pulsing shaft between them, now beginning to match Zeke's pre-stuffed belly with an outer coating to match.

After a few long moments of this, Blue's own excitement built up in the presence of his wonderful, powerful, beautiful partner. In a quick movement, he turned sideways, rolling the surprised Wartortle under him suddenly into the shallow edge of the water, causing a pulse of blue light to dance around them, reflecting off their wet, shimmering bodies. The ripple seemed to light up the entire cavern in a brilliant blue burst for that brief moment. Zeke held himself above the surprised pokemon with a playful grin. As he had watched his pokemon grow stronger with him, he knew that by now Blue could easily overpower him like it was nothing. Zeke never once imagined that as a trainer, his pokemon's power was his own. When he'd first met his Blue, he'd met a friend, an ally and a partner. He never gave his partner any commands outside of a battle, and even his pokeball had been permanently put do a different use. No, Blue was not his to control or command, and if the audacious little water pokemon ever wanted, he could abandon Zeke, or worse.

Zeke smiled down at his pokemon and saw Blues piercing brown eyes gazing warmly back at him through the reflected light of dim blue, rippling luminescence. He leaned down and met the blue tortoise in another kiss as his hands began to roam adventurously over his partner's body. As his hands trailed along Blue's chest outward, he gripped lightly along the folded rim of the edge of his shell. He traced his thumb and fingers along that white rim tracing a faintly curved line between the hard red shell of his back and the somewhat softer yellow carapace on his chest and belly, running from his arms to his thighs. As he explored the pokemon's new form, Zeke couldn't help unconsciously grinding his hips, pressing his own modest, youthful manhood against the base of Blue's thicker, much longer and slightly squishier shaft.

Blue was clearly enjoying the moment of watching the rare act of his trainer taking control. A certain confidence that he'd begun to see slightly more often exuded from the young boy as he slowly stood up above the Wartortle, water still dripping from his smooth, toned body, illuminated only by the ambient, rippling glow of the hidden spring pool reflected off the elegant solitude of the cavern walls. In the still, cool air, in this moment, the pair had forgotten, or didn't care about their ordeal, if they'd find their way out or if they were trapped forever. In this moment, all they needed was each other, in every possible way. Zeke parted his legs enough to crouch and carefully, using one hand and with a bit of guidance from Blue after the pokemon caught on to what he wanted, lined up that long, tapered pink cock between his round cheeks. The warm, wet feeling of that somewhat squishy, gushing ring of Blue's tip pressing firmly up against that tight little pucker between his thighs and behind his sack, sent a shiver up his spine before he moaned, encouraging his body to yield and let this invader inside to do what it will.

This time the penetration felt much different than it had before when Blue was smaller. Though the pokemon's tip was just as squishy, as it began to push inside the trainer's tight hole, the fact that it was still twice as thick was enough to squeeze the boy's entrance tight. Zeke grunted, shaky on his legs as he attempted to hold his balance still, slowly lowering himself more and more onto this new shaft, one hand still behind him, holding his partner's cock in place just outside of his own entrance. He seethed in discomfort as he felt his ring squeezing tighter than he was used to, much sooner than he was used to. “Blue," Zeke muttered, breathing a little more heavily, “You're way bigger than you used to be." His face contorted in a mixture of wincing pain and confounding pleasure that Blue couldn't get enough of. The pokemon was doing his best not to move despite every nerve in his body wanting to grab his trainer's hips and plunge forward.

Zeke could sense anticipation and restraint in Blue. Even as his body was beginning to protest to his determination, he straightened his back and with a deep breath, slowly let gravity take hold. He gradually relaxed his footing, panting rapidly and not silencing his whimpering grunts as his bowels were probed deeper and deeper, prodding into depths not meant for the young trainer's body, and yet every moment of the excruciating decadence was better than any other pleasure to him. Even as tears began to pour down his face, Zeke smiled and moaned as he felt his rump press down flush against Blue's softshelled abdomen, his tight ring stretched red around the thickest shaft he'd ever taken by nearly double. As his body adjusted to the throbbing, pulsating mast of cock piercing his tight innards, Zeke let out a long, shuddering breath, his body relaxing forward over his pokemon's prone form.

“Tortle..." Blue muttered up at him, reaching a hand up to the trainer's face, catching a single tear against a clawed digit. Zeke reached up to grasp the smaller hand in his own, holding it against his cheek as he began to slowly move his hips. “You're so big, Blue... it's filling me up so much." The words fell from the trainers lips like moans of depraved pleasure, permitting himself this moment of degenerate rapture as his hips writhed with a debaucherous energy. “I... I feel you... so d-deep. It's spreading me wide... filling my body..." His hips began to slam down a little harder with each rolling motion he would make, causing his belly to jiggle a little more noticeably each time, eliciting an audible gurgle from the churning mass of pre continuing to bubble up inside of the boy. The living glow in the water around them pulsed in rhythm to the boy's bouncing hips, sending bursting light cascading across throughout the water and sending dancing reflections across their bound forms and the stone around them.

This whole scene playing out above Blue's body was like the wildest fantasy he'd ever had about his own trainer playing out in reality, seeing his partner riding him so passionately, and there was nothing that he thought could ever make him move from that spot. That was until Zeke leaned down closer and whispered closely into his friend's white-winged ear. “I want you to fuck me, Blue."

In a bright flash of blue light and splashing water, the pair was once again flipped around in the inches-deep edge of the glittering pool. Blue took charge and flipped Zeke over onto his belly in the shallows, the blue glow of the water trailing along the gentle curves and smooth details of Zeke's prone form. The trainer gasped as his partner's cock suddenly slipped out of his rear with a wet slurping sound. Blue pulled Zeke onto his hands and knees before stepping around behind him and giving one long, lecherous slurp between those soft, smooth rump cheeks. He could taste his own salty flavor as he dipped the tip of his squishy red tongue past that soft, red ring. After teasing his partner for a bit, he pulled away, slowly lined up his cock with Zeke crouching just a little lower to meet his height, then with a sharp cry, plunged forward, driving his cock deep into his shivering, moaning trainer, burying himself more than halfway before pulling a shallow amount outward and plunging the rest in immediately. For Blue, the careful concern was gone. He'd seen his partner's determination and drive, and he wanted to match it, to break through all of their limits. As soon as he hilted himself inside the fully encompassing, velvety warmth of Zeke's insides, he started pounding his hips back and forth like a wild animal.

The lewd cacophony of whimpering, moaning, wet sliding and slapping sounds echoed off the invisible recesses of the massive, isolated cavern around this human and pokemon as Zeke and Blue found true pleasure and fulfillment in each other. “Nng- Harder!" the trainer would moan, and the Wartortle would huff and oblige eagerly. Soon, the pokemon had one of his trainer's thighs lifted up with one clawed hand as he plunged downward into that gradually-more-yielding little hole, each of their forceful, desperate movements causing a cascading lightshow of brilliant blue in the splashing shallows around them, sending glimmering water to glow on their bodies and the stones around them before it would fade and burst to life once more with their thrusting and writhing. Zeke lost track of time as he stopped noticing the continued gurgling and swelling of his belly as his insides continued to flood with his partner's seemingly endless flow of salty, watery preseed, swelling his belly just a bit more until he suddenly felt a change in Blue's rhythm. As he was going to look up at his partner, he instead found himself shoved down into the stone floor as his partner began to driving into him with more force than he'd ever felt from his friend before, plunging into his guts harder and harder. Zeke felt something deep within him growing tighter and tighter, and his eyes snapped open wide as he suddenly remembered his partner's flare. His inner passage was squeezing tighter and tighter around Blue's rapidly thickening and hardening cocktip, expanding much wider than it had before and making a visible bulge even through the pre-filled bulge of Zeke's usually slim, toned abs. Still the trainer had little time to react other than a loud groan as the pokemon continued thrusting harder than ever, attempting to mine deeper until Blue finally slammed his hips forward and held himself there.

As Blue threw himself over that precipice of climax, he let out a powerful jet of water from his mouth up towards the ceiling of the cavern, building into a cascade as the water rained down on them, alighting a nebula of blue light in the pool around them. Inside Zeke's bowels felt a similar blast as what had been a steady flow of gurgling preseed suddenly grew and burst into a gushing torrent of somewhat thicker, warmer pokemon cum, flooding his piping and pouring directly into his sloshing stomach. Zeke could only gasp for breath as his brain was fried from sensation overload, equating every sensation his nerves picked up as the same form of sexual pleasure, and that long pokemon cock that was stuffing him full of cum and wrecking his insides with its massive flare was the source of his rapture. Still drooling and huffing into the dirt and gravel of the stone floor, Zeke came harder than he ever had before while cradling his still-swelling and churning belly in both arms. As he released his own modest spurt of creamy white cum onto the cold stone beneath him, that thick, firm flare made sure that not a single drop of Blue's copious, warm frothy load leaked from inside of his partner.

The pair remained like this for a while, Zeke crouched and bent over with his swollen belly in his hands as he panted for breath, and Blue trying his best not to fall over his human partner. After a time, he tried to move backward, beginning to pull out slowly. From the dancing blue light of the naturally glowing cave spring, he could see the abused flesh of Zeke's ring stretching and tugging outward a bit around his long, pulsing pink rod. To Zeke, it felt strange as that still-flared tip slid somewhat forcefully out of his guts, the suction and tightness tugging at his innards all along the way in a weird but pleasant way. And then, the pair felt resistance. Zeke let out a surprised whimper as he felt a firm, dull tugging inside his pelvis, as that flared head reached a passage it could not slip through. Blue paused for a moment, gently pushing forward a bit before attempting to pull out again, a bit harder. They both groaned as they felt the same resistance. The Wartortle tried this again, sliding himself a bit further before yanking his hips back even harder, this time to the yowling protest of his trainer.

Zeke chuckled tiredly after a moment, “I told you... you were big. Maybe a little... too big, huh?"

Blue chortled softly, looking down at the smooth, blue-lit, slender back of his panting, shuddering, sweating trainer - bred, filled, and now essentially corked by his thick, flared cock. It was enough to send a revitalizing jolt through the Wartortle's shell. His cock pulsated noticeably inside Zeke, and the boy perked up a bit. “B-Blue, what are you...?" His sentence faded away as he felt that cock plunge forward once more, this flare stretching and contorting his insides along with it. After another moment, Blue pushed himself closer, completely flush with his trainer's soft ass, before beginning to coax the trainer into rolling over. Zeke was hesitant to contort and twist his body around with a still-flared and pulsing cock impaling half his torso, but slowly he rolled over and Blue stepped over his legs to remain stuck deep inside his trainer. Then, the pokemon lifted the human's smooth legs up and pushed forward, until Zeke's knees were above his head and his view was filled by the head of his own half-hard cock laying against his very round, sloshing belly.

Blue had a huge, enraptured smile across his face as he began breeding his trainer once again. The pistoning of that fat, flat plunger-like flare was hard to absorb for Zeke, feeling like there was heavy machinery working inside his bowels, contorting, stretching, and rearranging his inner tunnels as it saw fit, lubricating and coating every inch of his passage along the way. The pair were at it for much longer this time. The feeling of their warmth filling the otherwise lifeless air around them, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing and filling their ears, the eerily magical lights of the bio luminescent pool of water serving as the only source of light in this den; Everything about this place and this moment cemented itself as the first time Zeke knew he never wanted to spend a day without this pokemon. He'd be truly lost without his partner, and he was happy to give himself like this entirely to the one that fought for him every day.

Zeke cried out in an overwhelmed sensation of pain and pleasure as he came a second time and then a third onto his own chest and face, all before Blue finally hammered forward one more time and released a second massive load of potent, seawater cum into Zeke's already-flooded belly. With each audible gurgle and swelling inch of his belly, the young trainer thought for sure he had reached his limit, but still more kept coming until he looked like he could very well be carrying his partner's baby. The thought of an egg, or even a clutch of eggs filling his belly brought a shocking excitement to his mind as he grasped at his bare belly, pressing inward gently to feel the watery squeezing and tightness, as still his partner's tightly-corked flare kept even a drop from draining.

Without another word, Blue collapsed next to Zeke, fully-flared cock still half-buried inside his partner. Zeke immediately wrapped his still-shaking arms around the wide-shelled body of the only pokemon in the world he'd ever need. Within minutes, the two fell fast asleep locked in a lover's embrace, cloaked in the faint blue light of the pool and the silence of the emptiness around them.

An unknowable amount of time passed before Zeke finally awoke, sore and still very tired. The first thing he noticed was his belly, still rounded and squishy, but not as swollen as it had been, since his hole had since been vacated and slowly leaking the salty seawater-like cum. He slowly rolled onto his hands and knees, then remembering he was still in the water as the movement sent a bright wave of light, so brightly contrasting with the pitch black around him that he winced until he could get used to the shimmering bright blue light. He reached back with one hand to try and plug up his own rear, wincing at how sore that soft ring of flesh felt. With a bit of glancing around, he found his hoodie folded up at the pool's edge. Reaching into it, he found what he was looking for in one of the inner pockets. He withdrew his old pokeball from when he first took his young Squirtle with him on his journey. He kissed it softly and carefully reached it back to his rear before pressing its cool metal surface inward. It slipped inside him easier than usual. As he stood up, he hoped that he hadn't gotten too loose for it to stay inside him, but as he took a couple steps and flexed his abdomen, he decided it would stay put. He sighed softly, warmly feeling at his still-full belly with a smile before looking around.

“Blue?" He called out, his voice echoing back from what sounded like a hundred different directions. How big was this cavern, he wondered. Was there a tunnel connected somewhere? How far underground were they? Did anyone know they were down there? What if there was another cave-in?

“Blue?!" Zeke called out more frantically. Now as he looked around the cavern alone, even the calming natural glow of the spring couldn't distract the trainer from rapidly settling panic. “Blue where are you? Please come back!" A soft lump grew in the young trainer's throat as he stood naked and alone in what seemed like an endless tomb. “B-Blue...?"

“Tortle!" A splash came from nearby, grazing his faint dark vision with a flash of blue bio luminescence and Zeke spun around to see his partner stand next to him as if he had just leapt from the spring, which from the look of his dripping body he had. Zeke dove forward, embracing him tightly and rubbing their faces together in relieved affection. “I was afraid you were gone, Blue!" The pokemon patted his trainer's head gently, then nibbled at his ear playfully, making the trainer giggle and release him quickly. With a bounce, Blue motioned at the trainer's gear, signaling him to get dressed. “Did you find something, buddy?" Zeke intoned curiously. The Wartortle simply gave him a confident wink before grabbing the trainer's trunks and tossing them in his face.

Zeke got dressed as quickly as he could, slipping once or twice on the slick rocks before standing next to the pool of water with his partner. Blue looked up to his trainer. “Tortle," he said briskly, before swaying his tail in Zeke's direction. He made a motion with his own clawed hands, signally to grab hold of his long, cloudlike curly tail. Zeke did, and no sooner had he grasped on tightly than the Wartortle dove forward, pulling Zeke into the spring with him. As they leapt forward, Zeke's instincts kicked in and he took a huge breath. It was incredible how quickly and powerful Blue swam through the water, even pulling a human with him by the tail.

Zeke watched in wonder as they zipped down through the pool of water, plunging down deeper than he realized the pool went. Thanks to the brightly glowing blue lights surrounding them, he could see the rocky walls around them getting closer, and closer still. Zeke started feeling a bit of oncoming claustrophobia, but did his best to contain himself as he was pulled through a long narrow passageway underwater. He thought he could taste a faintly growing taste of salt in the water, but he imagined it may just be the lingering sensation of Blue's seed. They followed it through a number of twists and turns, Blue confidently jetting past several forcing passageways and narrowly threading them through an every-narrowing passage. Zeke held onto his breath valiantly, though the burning in his chest was growing. He wouldn't last much longer.

They flew through cracks and crevices, a path that Zeke's eyes could no longer follow as his lungs began to yield. His vision blurred and faded as his chest began to burn. Blue rocketed forward desperately to reach the exit in time, then stopped when he felt his partner's grip slip. He turned, seeing nothing but the faint glow of the blue glowing algae around himself. In a fit of panic, Blue swam back the way he came from, beginning to make more motion around himself to activate the glow of the otherwise invisible algae, anything to get any amount of light to fill this deep passage of darkness. Seconds passed like minutes as Blue's eyes desperately searched the depths until finally, his keen dark vision spotted a trio of faint glimmers in the deep. He swam to the reflecting light of the badges he and Zeke had earned together, pulling his partner's limp body closer to him. Zeke's eyes were closed and he didn't move an inch as tiny airbubbles continued to escape from his slightly agape mouth. He looked lifeless.

Without a moment's hesitation, he pressed his lips flush against his trainer's. Then, in a burst of pure instinct, the Wartortle inhaled sharply, instantly draining Zeke's airways and lungs of water before swallowing it and exhaling into his mouth, filling his chest and lungs with warm, fresh breath. In an instant, Zeke reeled back to life, writhing for just a moment before catching his bearings. He couldn't make out much else but Blue's face in front of him and the duo hugged once more. Then, Blue once more met his trainer's mouth with his own and the two shared not only a warm kiss, but a fresh flow of air as the Wartortle filtered the oxygen from the water in his own lungs to give to Zeke. After a minute of this, Zeke's body was no longer shaking and Blue began to lead him out once again.

They took their time this time, occasionally stopping for Blue to share some breath with him, and maybe cheekily slide him some tongue and tease at his swollen belly, before they soon passed through a small exit covered by a patch of seaweed. Instantly the waters opened up and they saw light coming from above. They swam upward, both of them awed by how deep they had actually been. The two raced to the surface, Blue tagging back and circling around his trainer teasingly before both of them broke the surface simultaneously. They laughed and hooted and hollered in celebration at the sight of the rising sun on the eastern horizon of the sea. The waves around them lapped at their bodies shallowly as they looked around. They saw a boardwalk not far away, and in an instant, Zeke knew where they were. “We made it! We're just..." Zeke looked around to be sure, “Just South of Lavender Town!" Blue shouted out in excitement as well, the two of them hugging eachother tightly as they tread water. Just as Zeke went in for a kiss, they heard someone calling from the dock. “How'd you two get out there?!" Blue and Zeke turned their heads quickly to see an older man, dressed in a typical fisher's outfit, scratching his head under his hat with one hand and holding a fishing rod over his shoulder in the other.

Zeke smiled, waving back at the man, “We uh, it's... endurance training!"

“Tooortle!" Blue confirmed.

The man scratched his head for a moment, then shrugged. “You guys just be careful!" he called back to them as he began casting out his line again. “Underwater caverns around here can cause whirlpools. Just don't get sucked in," he warned before going back to ignoring them.

“We'll be careful!" Zeke didn't hide his giddy laughter as he and Blue swam toward the boardwalk. “Did you know you could do that?" he asked his partner. “Tortle?" Blue asked. “You know, the breath thing." Blue was silent for a moment before giving a halfhearted, “Waaa.. W-Wart... T-tortle?" Zeke laughed and grasped on to Blue's shell, letting his partner do the rest of the swimming for them. “Well, that was the second time you saved my life, you know."

“Tortle!"

“I love you too," Zeke chuckled. As they pulled themselves back onto dry land, the pair made their way north along the boardwalk, following the signs north to Lavender town. Zeke and Blue, the undefeated duo, continued on their way to the fourth badge of their journey. The pace was set, the goal was in sight. Nothing was going to stand in their way of becoming the greatest duo in the history of the Pokemon League.