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Traveling on the road, some things that were taken for granted in the towns and cities became luxuries. The best measure of whether someone could handle going on a journey was how well they could handle that transition. That tended to be difficult for some people, particularly those who were already used to lives of luxury - having to go from largesse to scrimping could be too much for certain individuals, who typically ended up abandoning the journey and returning to familiar territory.

Logan, on the other hand, embraced the scarcity. It helped that he didn’t exactly come from wealth, but he still had less than he would have had at home; yet, he found it all the more rewarding to obtain something he desired when it wasn’t easy to access. It was a surprisingly veteran attitude from a reasonably novice trainer, but he’d been brought up with a ‘go with the flow’ attitude and it was serving him well. So, finding a nice stream in the middle of the wild was definitely an excellent bonanza.

At least, he thought so. His partner wasn’t quite as enthusiastic. Then again, that made sense, given that he was a Charmander. “Ugh...what good is COLD water? Why can’t we ever find some nice hot springs?”

“I don’t think there are any hot springs around here, Tor,” chuckled Logan as he set down his bag. “Anyway, you might not be crazy about it, but this is perfect for me. A place to get a fresh drink, clean off a bit, rest up...we could camp here for a day or two!”

“Yeah, I’m not camping anywhere unless there’s plenty to eat,” remarked Tor. “So you’d better hope I can feast or I’m gonna be hot-footing you to get a move on.”

“I’ll accept that deal, because I know there’s gotta be plenty of berry trees this close to a river. Just don’t gorge yourself until you can’t move, you’re still working off some of that Charmander pudge.”

“Hey!” huffed the lizard. “I’ll have you know that extra fuel is considered a desirable trait in Fire-types!”

“Sure, that’s what they all say.”

“You are so asking for a fireball to the face, buddy!”

“Now, I don’t remember hearing that combination of words anywhere. C’mon, lighten up a bit! We’re in a great place, and you were saying you wanted to rest your legs for a while! It’s hard to find a better place than this for a rest!”

Tor grumped a bit more, but then sighed and shrugged. “Well, I GUESS it’ll be fine...so long as there’s food nearby. And so long as you don’t make me get in the water.”

Logan snickered. “I’m not gonna MAKE you get in the water, don’t worry. Though, you should probably consider a bath, you tend to get pretty messy…”

“Huh! Look who’s talking!”

“Never said I didn’t need one. Need a bath and a good clothes washing.” As he said this, Logan doffed his shirt, taking a look over it and frowning a bit at all the marks and cuts in it. “And I’m probably gonna have to replace these the next town over...hopefully with something a bit more durable.”

“You could always just not bother,” remarked Tor. “You don’t see me futzing with stuff to cover my scales, do you? Just seems unnecessary to me.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve got a bit of an unusual perspective on necessary. And other things for that matter. Besides, of the two of us, you’re the one who gets more gunkus on you, something that might be helped if you wore something, so you wouldn’t need baths.”

“For your information, I steam-clean myself. It’s the advantage of having a billion-degree furnace in your chest. Maybe YOU should invest in one of those, I find it comes in pretty handy.”

“Sadly, billion-degree furnaces don’t work well with our anatomy. You gonna wash or not?”

“I’M gonna go fill my belly. YOU can enjoy splashing around in cold wetness all you like.”

“Bring me back something too!” Logan called after Tor. “Preferably something not spicy!”

“No promises!”

With Tor off on his no-doubt short hunt, Logan got to work stripping down and soaking his clothes, and himself, in the river. The water was cool and clear, fairly clean by appearance, it almost seemed a shame to use it as a bath but he was pretty sure many Pokémon did, and if they were fine with it he certainly would be. Nothing he had on him was much more than what nature had to offer anyway - dirt and mud and his own oils and such, the kind of stuff that was inevitable when spending days out in the wild. It was nice to reach towns here and there, to restock on his meager provisions and have a slightly more comfortable rest, but there was more of interest off the beaten path, and more to see and experience. Plus, for all the complaining Tor did, Logan knew the Charmander vastly preferred it as well - especially since he was less than welcome in some places on account of having open flames on him.

He interrupted his bath to go hang up his clothes in the branches of some nearby trees, giving them time to dry. For the time being, at least, he was going to follow Tor’s advice and go without - anything to help him go a bit longer between washings, as good spots to do so weren’t everywhere. He had some spares in his bag, but not much - it ended up being a lot to carry, and he tended to want to spare most of that energy for things like emergency food and drinking water, and stuff to perk Tor up if a battle went badly. Those things were more vital for survival, while clothes were mostly for dignity (they could be good for warmth depending on the weather, but having a Fire-type partner mostly made that a moot point). If another trainer came by, there might be a moment of embarrassment, but it was no secret that trainers often had to wash up without alternatives, and some even went bare almost full-time just to not have to deal with the hassle, so it probably wouldn’t be too big an issue.

With that settled, he went back to the river and finished washing himself up. A bit more of a slapdash operation than he’d do in town - he didn’t carry soap or shampoo, those were extravagances and not particularly nice to waterways anyway. It didn’t matter, he didn’t have to be pristine, just clean enough where he didn’t feel like a slob. That could easily be accomplished with a good rub-down, so long as he did so thoroughly. Perhaps not as completely cleansing, but something about bathing in the wild was much more relaxing to him than civilization...maybe it was just the fact that he was surrounded by open air rather than in a stuffy bathroom.

Eventually he pulled himself out of the water and flopped down on the bank, laying back and soaking up the sun’s rays. That warmth was so nice, the weather was just perfect...great location, great weather, great water, what more could he ask for? Well, probably a lot, but he didn’t want to get greedy. That was one of the biggest traps, trying to take too much with you and trying to get too much out of something...once you got used to that you started wondering how you could have lived without it, when the reality was you did just fine before. Logan was happy enough with the basics, and he was determined to keep it that way.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed exactly, but after a while Logan became thirsty, and headed for the river again. Leaning over, he drew some water into his mouth, relishing the coolness and the fresh taste - not quite the same as city water for sure, this was unquestionably more to his taste. He knew he had to be careful about what he drank, stagnant water was very much not healthy, unless one sterilized the water with heat - something he could do, but hot water wasn’t as palatable as cold. So the river was very much to his liking, and he wanted to drink up as much as possible.

He would be the first to admit that he became complacent. He was completely caught off guard by the strong arms that lifted him up and pinned him against a large, furry body. Such a wonderful, tranquil place, somehow it had escaped him that OTHERS might be there...and it wasn’t long before he realized that this ‘other’ was going to be trouble for him, as he tried to push himself free and couldn’t even remotely budge.

“Heh heh...looks like I caught myself a fish. Not the one I was expecting, but I’ll gladly take it.”

That voice sent a chill down Logan’s spine. It was forceful, powerful, but also tinged with a smoothness that made him instinctively want to flinch away and avoid provoking. The kind of quality that only a Dark-type had...combined with the kind of power that only a Fighting-type had...there were only a couple options, and only one that was big enough for this. Shit. A Pangoro.

He was effortlessly hefted a couple of steps away from the bank, and then plopped face-down onto the grass, allowed only a moment of confusion before the heavy weight came down on his body, keeping him trapped under his captor. His heart was racing in panic, was this Pokémon going to kill and eat him? Most didn’t do that, but what he had said made him think he had been looking for a meal...he really didn’t want to be on the menu, but his only hope here was that Tor came back soon enough to try to fight him off. This would be quite the challenge for the Charmander, though…

Then his eyes shot open, as he felt something long, thick, hot, and slimy start to rub against the cleft of his ass...and suddenly he remembered a very alternate definition of the word ‘take.’ He started to squirm and struggle - he wasn’t gay, and even if he was, this wasn’t the way he wanted it! His desperation did nothing to improve his prospects of escaping, though, and in fact might have accomplished the opposite as all he really did was rub against that huge cock that was threatening to plunge into his untested rear.

“Rrhrr, keep squirming like that, I enjoy when they do that.” Logan winced as he heard the Pangoro’s voice again, completely devoid of any concern about his well-being. Part of him wanted to settle himself, deny the bear that delight, but the fear that gripped him didn’t leave him fully in control, and he continued to feebly fight against that immovable force, clawing at the ground to try to gain any purchase at all. Maybe the slick ground would let his legs pull away just a little bit if he got enough grip…

That theoretical opening became irrelevant a moment later as his arms were grabbed and pulled behind his back, just one big mitt more than enough to pin his wrists together uncomfortably and hold his chest to the ground while hiking his rear into the air. The pressure eased a bit on his legs, but that was no comfort given that it was the result of the Pangoro’s dick sliding back along his rear, threatening him with its momentous dimensions before the tip started to prod at his hole. His fate was sealed, all he could do was hope that the bear eased up on him a bit on entry and made it slightly less than overwhelming.

The Pangoro rapidly put that last feeble hope to bed with a powerful opening blow that hilted him inside Logan in one swift motion, his sheer power crushing any resistance the human could put up. He cried out as loud as he could in his breathless state at the painful and highly uncomfortable intrusion, which stretched his innards beyond anything he could have ever have tried to imagine. The only grace was that the Pangoro seemed too wrapped up in the pleasure of that initial claiming to start thrusting right away, giving Logan at least a tiny bit of an adjustment period...not that it helped much, that thing was too big to adjust to that quickly, there was no relaxing around it and no shifting it out of him even the slightest bit.

Far too soon, the Pangoro started to hump, dragging his cock out with agonizing slowness and then pounding back in, each thrust feeling almost like a punch inside him. How that cock wasn’t destroying his insides he didn’t know, maybe that was the only thing he’d be able to take away from this was that he’d survive it...he couldn’t stop himself from jerking in that tight grip, it was mostly automatic at this point and not really for the sake of trying to achieve an escape that simply wasn’t going to happen. Only one chance still remained…

“What the fuck?!”

Logan’s eyes shot open at the familiar voice. Tor had just stepped out of the woods, in the middle of eating a berry, though he seemed to be entirely frozen at the scene in front of him. He had some other berries in his arm, no doubt what he’d been gathering for Logan’s meal...he appeared completely gobsmacked, though, not moving, and Logan really needed him to be moving.

“Tor!” he tried to cry out, though he was still winding from the constant pummeling of his insides. “G-get him...off me!”

The Charmander’s eyes darted between Logan and his captor, rapidly going back and forth. Rather than drop everything and rush up, though, Tor merely shook his head. “You can’t be serious.”

“T-ACK! TOR!” Gods, it was hard to speak with that fat prick lancing him. Had his Pokémon really just said that?

“Dude, Logan, he could flatten me without breaking his stride. I mean, I’m sorry, but there’s no way it’s gonna do anything more than piss him off. And balls-deep in you isn’t when you want him pissed off, trust me.”

The rational part of Logan’s mind would have had to concede that...if that part was really in control. “Please! He’s...I didn’t...ask for this!”

Tor’s response was just a shrug. “Sorry, Logan...but Pokémon don’t really have to ask. You’re in their territory, they can...well, do this if they want to.”

“Heh, little lizzy knows what’s up,” rumbled the Pangoro, his tone of voice clearly taunting the human as he bucked in a bit harder, getting another cry out of him. “Keep those flames to yourself and your ‘master’ will be fine.”

“He’d better be, there’ll be hell to pay and not from me if he’s not.” Tor took another bite and started walking again, presumably towards where their stuff all was. Logan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Here he was getting raped, and his Pokémon was going back to munching on a berry like nothing was happening! Okay, this was the wild, there were risks, sure, but he was supposed to be protecting Logan! The idea that he was, in a way, wasn’t really entering his mind in his panicked state.

But there soon were other things entering his mind, as well as his body. Thick gushes of precum were starting to pulse from the Pangoro’s dick, flooding his insides and splashing out of his ass here and there when the bear pounded in. The fluid felt heavy, like a mess that was grinding into him, not just smearing around but covering his insides and making his ass allow that staff in more easily. The upside was that the pain was diminishing somewhat, though the stretching was still pretty fierce, especially when the Pangoro thrust in and made Logan spasm around him. That muck was going to be hell to get out of him…there seemed to be no end to it, and the Pangoro was taking his sweet time, milking this for all it was worth and filling him with ever more dollops of his pre.

He’d gone from a brief hope of escape to merely enduring it and hoping the Pangoro could be taken at his word. It was about all he could hope, really, if Tor was certain he was outclassed Logan was even more so. What he hadn’t expected, couldn’t have expected, was something else to come up...he wasn’t really sure when it happened, it crept into his awareness under the radar. Somewhere along the way, the pain had disappeared, and the stretch had gone from intensely unpleasant to...not all that bad. Even the powerful intrusions had stopped feeling quite as bad, the force hadn’t lessened at all and it was still keeping him breathless but somehow it wasn’t creating the same response it initially had in him. With that lack of negativity, there was space in there for something else...and when he felt it, that cock poke something in him that he hadn’t noticed before, a spike of something much better came through, and out of his mouth escaped a hint of a moan. He tried to clamp shut, hoping the Pangoro didn’t notice...unfortunately, someone did.

“Holy shit, was that a moan?” Tor’s voice sounded way more amused than it really should have - clearly he was over HIS shock. “Are you actually getting into this?”

“N-no! I’m...not…”

“A good bitch would just admit it, rather than having it dragged out of him,” taunted the Pangoro with another hard thrust to that spot, forcing Logan to try to bite back and keep from moaning out again. This was even more wrong, why was he suddenly feeling this way? Maybe it was better than being in agony, but he shouldn’t have had this response to being raped like this…

“Wow, dude…” The human’s eyes jerked open as he felt a hot, somewhat sharp thing drag against the underside of his cock. Which he was only now just realizing… “You are hard as a fucking rock down here. Leaking like a Cubchoo’s nose, too. Heh, bet you’re glad I didn’t rush in so quick after all, aren’t you?”

Logan WANTED to protest, say that wasn’t the case, but he didn’t trust himself to open his mouth again, not when the unexpected pleasure started to warm up inside him. What was going on with him? This wasn’t right, there shouldn’t have been any sign he wanted this, that was only going to encourage that Pangoro, who had absolutely no need for further encouragement. But now the bear seemed to be deliberately trying to make him moan out, punishing that sensitive spot inside him more directly...it felt like the more he pushed that button, the more enjoyable everything became, the stretch and the force and the spurts of precum that were really starting to feel like they were filling him him up.

But the surprises weren’t over yet. A sudden sensation of heat rose by his head, and Logan opened his eyes to the sight of an orange body and red cock jutting out from a slit in the middle. His eyes bugged out as he looked up; Tor was grinning down at him lustily, a hand on his head. “Since you’re already occupied, you won’t mind helping a buddy out, right? Right.”

“To-ulk!” Trying to say anything was the first mistake, as the Charmander struck like a snake. Without a chance to prepare, Logan found his tongue and a bit of his throat occupied by heat and spiciness. And there was no getting back from it, as Tor wrapped his arms around his head and started to hump, taking full control…well, almost, but Logan was pretty sure trying to bite down would be a major mistake. His eyes watered a bit at the burn in his mouth, there was no escape from it, if it wasn’t his cock it was his precum that was shooting out and flooding his mouth, which he was almost obligated to swallow. The nerve of that lizard! Not only refusing to help him out of this ordeal, but actively participating in it!

And why the fuck did he find that so HOT?

It wasn’t just his stubborn erection, which Logan couldn’t be anything BUT completely aware of now, he felt like he was on the verge of shooting now and was doing everything he could to hold back. No, he wasn’t even able to hold back those moans anymore, now that his jaw was open it was like it had broken his resolve...those sounds of uninhibited pleasure were the only things coming out of him. He was realizing that he wasn’t fighting the fucking anymore, if anything his ass was moving slightly into the Pangoro’s thrusts. He wasn’t fighting Tor...no, not just that, something about the Charmander’s taste was enticing and desirable. And most importantly, despite knowing that he hadn’t agreed to any of this...he didn’t want it to stop anymore.

And the Pangoro clearly knew it, as he started to pick up the pace and pound in harder and faster. “There we go, that’s more like a proper slut. Bet you can’t wait to start shooting from that dinky dick of yours. Rrhrr, that little lizard working your mouth right now is bigger than you are, maybe that oughta tell you something.” Logan wasn’t sure what it was supposed to tell him, but the little shiver down his spine told him that he liked it. As did he like the rougher treatment from the Pangoro, which was making his insides heat up in a way that was very different from Tor’s fire but no less delightful. The need for more was flooding into him, egged on by his ever more needy cock which was splattering wetness all over himself as it swayed under the forceful impacts.

And clearly, Tor was getting into it just as much. “Fuck, Logan, you sure you’ve never done this? That subby Treecko back at the lab wasn’t this eager!” It felt to Logan like Tor was doing more of the work, considering he was bucking in relentlessly, much faster than the Pangoro was, his slit plapping wetly against the human’s face and making a nice mess between them. But between his moaning and slurping over that spicy shaft, he was definitely an active participant now, and his reservations were all but gone. He could feel the heat rising in front of him...there was no way for him to know by experience, but something told him, like gouts of steam rising from a volcano, it was probably a sign that Tor was about to blow.

Logan was first though. He suddenly started to thrash in the Pangoro’s grip as ecstasy wracked his body, his dick shooting far harder than it ever had with his hand. With the continued thrusts slamming into him, as much of his seed ended up splashing onto his stomach as onto the grass. He couldn’t help but tense down on that invader, clenching rhythmically as he shot his load all over. It was a blessedly powerful release, not just physically but mentally, the bliss tossed all the chaotic thoughts and dissonance about the experience out of his head, allowing him to revel in the pure pleasure.

Not so much that he wasn’t aware of what was going on around him, though, and a loud cry from Tor heralded his contribution as well. Suddenly a geyser of furiously hot spunk flooded his mouth, searing his tongue and cheeks and palate; a moment later the flavor of it, slightly sweet and strongly spicy, broke through and dazzled his senses, making him see stars all over again. He swallowed on automatic, but if he had been conscious of it he would have done so anyway, allowing him to relish that taste as much as he could. He even latched onto the Charmander’s dick, trying to suck more out of him and keep the jizz flowing, dimly registering that as powerful as his own climax had been, he hadn’t shot NEARLY as much as the pint-sized reptile.

But even Tor’s load paled in comparison to the next onslaught. The roar that the Pangoro let out echoed through the trees, and Logan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt a surge of thick cum slam into his guts, thudding into his core like it was a punching bag. Round after round rushing into him, pumping out like a hose had been turned on, rapidly taking up all the space he had left and then making its own. He could feel his stomach pushing out as he was packed more thickly, getting heavier and rounder as the bear emptied himself into Logan like he was a condom. Despite this new pressure, though, Logan had sunk into a state of tranquil contentment, to the point where the swell in his gut was just another aspect of an experience that had turned fantastic...he couldn’t even care that he DID care at one point, much less about being used by a stranger and his own Pokémon.

Finally, Tor was exhausted, and managed to pull out of that still-greedy mouth, plopping down on his rear in front of Logan. “Phew...that was so much fun. Heh, a bit of experience under your belt and you’ll suck dick like a champion, Logan.” Getting no clear response, the Chamander looked into the starry eyes of his human. “I think you fucked him silly...you didn’t break him, did you?”

“Heh heh...if anything, I made him better.” The Pangoro slowly dragged himself out as the last of his seed entered Logan, only leaving a few drips to smear around the human’s ass. “Nothing like draining your balls in a human bitch...you can’t say you don’t agree after that.”

“I still think there’s something to be said for Grass-types, myself. But on account that you’re eighty times bigger than me, I’m good with ‘agree to disagree.’”

The Pangoro snorted. “Right. See if you’re still thinking the same thing after you evolve.” With just that remark, he trod off into the woods, leaving their world as quickly as he’d entered, though with considerable impact left behind.

It took a while for Logan’s brain to kick back into gear. The sequence of events re-registered itself...he couldn’t say he’d forgotten them, exactly, more that they’d stopped mattering for a while. Now he was more clear on everything that had happened again - the ambush, the claiming, Tor’s deferral and eventual ‘betrayal,’ and all his objections during that time.

And yet...he wasn’t angry at all. He knew he should have been, but it was like he couldn’t be, even like he wasn’t ALLOWED to be somehow. And without that, it was hard to mind what had happened...no, more than that, he was definitely finding the whole thing to have been hot. And relieving it in his head wasn’t making his gut churn, it was making him aroused again. For someone who had asserted that he wasn’t gay and wouldn’t have wanted it like that even if he was, he certainly wasn’t demonstrating it now. “What’s...going on with me?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” said Tor as he sat next to Logan; once again the lizard was munching on a berry. “He corrupted you, full stop.”

“C...corrupted?”

“Yeah. Dark-types, they got something in their seed and stuff that can mess with your mind and body pretty good. And since you’d never had sex, you were way more vulnerable to it, because you don’t have anything to remember before that would get in the way of it.”

Logan looked blankly at Tor. “You think he...made me like being raped?”

“Oh, yeah. Dark-types love that kinda shit, nothing’s better to them than putting humans a few pegs below Pokémon on the food chain. My guess is he completely rewrote your preferences to ‘gay slut for Pokémon’, especially big and rough ones, and the less you’re openly agreeing to it the more you’ll love it. And since he got you to climax while he was pumping stuff into you, well, you might as well have signed a contract.”

The most baffling thing to Logan was how Tor could talk about all this as if it was completely normal. He’d heard a few things on Pokémon mating quirks here and there but never anything like that. “I can’t believe that’s actually a thing…”

The Charmander shrugged. “Yeah, they can be tough to deal with even for Pokémon. But look on the bright side - you don’t have to worry about being raped ever again, considering when you are, you’ll love the shit out of it.”

“Oh, ha ha. Maybe we oughta see how YOU like it…”

“You kidding me? All you need is a type weakness and I’d be singing like a Chatot. I don’t even need corruption for that. And I’m serious, if it’s something that excites you, at least you’re not going to be looking over your shoulder, unless it’s in anticipation.”

“Mmph. Even if MAYBE you have a point, I’m not quite ready to go that far yet.”

Slyly Tor grinned at the human. “Well, maybe all you need is a little convincing. Perhaps there are other big Pokémon around that could drive the point home...nice river like this, there’s probably a good few who come to visit. I’m sure they’d love to help make a convincing case.”

The gears slowly turned in Logan’s head at what Tor was suggesting...and the fact that his initial reaction wasn’t disgust or terror but eagerness told him more than he was sure he wanted to know. “No matter what I’d have to say about that, you’d make it happen anyway, wouldn’t you?”

The Charmander stuck his tongue out and poked Logan’s still-distended belly. “Oh, Logan, you don’t even have to ask…”