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Heavy footfalls tromped over the grass, their weight betraying the frustration of their creator. Were there any Pokémon in the path of the large blue creature, they would have scattered rather than risking incurring his wrath. Not that they would have had to worry - given the heavy way he was breathing, he didn't seem interested in further tussles.

"I swear...I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Caldi."

The target of his words was the much smaller, dark-colored lizard squirming in the Feraligatr's arms. "Get me out of trouble like you always do, and which I eternally appreciate you for?"

"One of these days I'm not going to be able to save you from your own messes. Maybe you should learn to stop getting yourself in these kinds of situations."

"But Khoresh! I bring excitement and intrigue to your life!"

"Pah...you bring more than that, and it's going to take its toll. I know you Salandit are meant to be little rascals, but you take it to another level."

There was some truth to that, and Caldi knew it. It wasn't easy being a lone Salandit...most hung out in the presence of a Salazzle, who ordered them around and generally kept them busy, but they were in organized groups and could usually get away with causing mayhem through numbers. Caldi had been caught at one point, then released, with no idea where he was, where to go to get back to familiar territory, or where he could find someone to follow. So he had gotten used to doing his own thing...which was, as happened to be a habit of Salandit, mischief.

The problem was, ordinary mischief wasn't usually satisfying enough for him. Sure, sometimes he'd settle for swiping a berry from a random trainer, pranking them or their Pokémon, leaving a dose of arousing pheromone near them, or what have you, but he often had the urge for more. Heists and pranks that were more momentous, more attention-grabbing, more risky and dangerous. The grove where he lived was close enough to humanity that he had the opportunity, he just needed to plan and execute.

He had the planning part down great...the execution, though, left something to be desired.

Though it wasn't really Caldi's fault - he was one random Pokémon going up against some skilled humans and trained Pokémon who were quite a bit above his level. Sneakiness was paramount, but someone always seemed to catch him, and then the chase was on. Truth be told, Caldi liked the chases too - it was fun, exhilarating, intense, and dangerous - but too many times they got to that point before he really got the chance to make anything happen. Such had been the case this time - he was trying to snatch up an old scepter that was on display at a human historical site. He didn't intend to keep it, but he just wanted to successfully steal it and get away one time...but even though there weren't a ton of guards, they knew what they were doing, and he'd found himself rushing away from a pursuing Mightyena, Houndour, and Growlithe. They really wanted to teach him a lesson, rough him up beyond just play and really make him pay for it...

That was where Khoresh came in. The big Feraligatr considered himself the leader in the grove, the biggest and strongest of the Pokémon there, and since he WAS in fact the biggest and strongest no one really questioned him on the leader part. As such, he also saw himself as protector of the grove and its Pokémon...including Caldi, as much of a troublemaker as he could be. When Caldi had made it back to their territory, canines just about to catch him up, he intervened and sent them packing. Now Caldi was resting in his arms, pooped out from his long and strenuous run, heart thumping fast as he'd ever felt it.

"Why are you so insistent on getting that thing, anyway?" Khoresh thumped his rear onto the ground and leaned back against a large tree; the three-on-one battle hadn't exactly been a walk in the park, he was uninjured but definitely taxed. "It means nothing to you. You can't get anything for it."

"Yeah...but just imagine if I actually swiped it! Everyone would be talking about the Salandit Bandit! Maybe I just wanna show them that we little guys aren't so weak and useless."

"By being a thorn in their sides? They're just going to think less of you."

"No way! Everyone loves a story about the dashing thief! That's why humans have so many of them! They'll definitely respect me if I start pulling off sweet heists like this!"

The Feraligatr let out a long-suffering sigh. "You're going to get yourself in trouble that I can't get you out of soon enough. In our grove, I rule, but outside, I'm just another easy target. If they actually manage to catch you, I can't help you, you know."

"I'll be fine. They'll, uh...they're not gonna do that much with me, I'm sure." Caldi's nervous voice didn't betray much confidence, which was about on par with what he felt. He didn't really know what would happen if he was captured...there were stories about Pokémon rehab centers and Pokémon prisons and trainers being allowed to 'condition' nuisance Pokémon, but he didn't really know if any of those were true. Nor did he really want to find out. And he knew that Khoresh had no authority that he couldn't back up with his raw power, and while trainers left the grove alone, going out into the city relinquished that safety. He would rather have been taken himself than to have Khoresh have trouble on his behalf, for sure...but Caldi couldn't handle the thought of just sitting here bored. He had to try, had to at least take the chance to make a name for himself. Maybe if he did, they'd go easier on him when he was caught...

"Well, it's your life. I'm not gonna tell you what to do with it. But you owe me something for getting your fat out of the fryer again."

"I'll think of something to give you," the Salandit promised. He was a bit delinquent in that, too, he probably owed Khoresh for the last three or four rescues. But finding a few berries to nick wouldn't be nearly as difficult...well, after he regained his energy. "Maybe I can go out and start looking now?"

"Oh, no you don't. You're staying with me for now. I'm not gonna let you go get yourself in trouble again before I feel more rested."

"Oh, fine..." Well, it wasn't like Caldi was going anywhere for a while anyway, so he nestled into Khoresh's arms. That cool body was pretty nice to lay against anyway, so sleeping here wouldn't be a problem for him...it wasn't long before he was snoozing away on that huge chest, soothed by the slow rise and fall of the gator's breaths.

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A good sleep should have had Caldi relaxed and refreshed. It did not.

He woke up with a tension and heat in his body that had him squirming uncomfortably in Khoresh's grip. He felt a bit of a sweat on him, one that carried volatile pheromones into the air as it evaporated from the heat of his body. And, most importantly, his slit was parted and two aching boners were protruding from his groin, rubbing up nicely against that cool body.

Ugh...heat...not again...

Heat wasn't necessarily a typical Pokémon thing, usually coming only from a long-lasting lack of sexual activity. But there were also a number of ways to induce heats, through consumption of certain natural products or the effects of certain Pokémon natural abilities - including chemical induction by a manipulation of Salandit pheromones, something that Caldi had done to others before as pranks. The flip side, though, was that sometimes Salandit males had issues where their own bodies backfired on them, causing them to go into a heat state of their own...and cast off a bunch of pheromones to induce other Pokémon to hunt them down and fuck that heat right out of them. It wasn't the first time Caldi had been through this, but it was the first time he'd been through it since being released by his trainer, who had at that point kept him away from other Pokémon until the state had passed. That was not going to happen this time...and with Khoresh right there, there was little question who was going to be taking care of him.

Ooo-weee...it's a good thing I'm stretchy, I think I'm gonna need every bit of that.

His pheromones were already working overtime, and he could see from Khoresh's expression that the Feraligatr was not resting particularly comfortably. It didn't take long for him to figure out why, as some poking around with his tail made clear that the big lug was sporting a big log - that thick, long, rubbery gator dick was leaking from the spade-shaped head, drooling a waterfall of precum down that scaly body. He looked incredibly needy, Caldi had to wonder how much action he got - the pheromones worked faster and harder if one was in a dry spell.

Well...I DID say I owed him...maybe this can help offset some of that debt.

He wriggled out of Khoresh's grip, which had the effect of waking the Feraligatr up. "Ungh...the fuck's...why'd'I feel so hot and..."

"Shhh...it's okay." Caldi patted Khoresh on the chest, admiring the big strong muscles of the body he was laying against. He'd never really appreciated how hot Khoresh looked...well, he didn't really think too much about that normally, but the heat was bringing out that side of him. "Let me take care of you...part of my returning the favor for all you do for me, okay?"

"Whuh? What're you..." Khoresh trailed off, that scent suddenly registering in his head. "Fuckin' hell...those your pheromones? Cut that out."

"Can't. Heat. No stopping them until I get nice and boned. And guess who's gonna be doing the boning?" As if to make it obvious, Caldi started wrapping his tail around that thick tool, bathing it in warmth and slowly stroking it.

"Fuckin' hell...size queen much?"

"Well, it's not like I have much say in the matter, really. But I could think of few better specimens to stretch me out, really..." Caldi snuggled into Khoresh a little bit more, pawing and squeezing at the Feraligatr's muscles, kneading one peck with a lizardy hand while licking at the other. He could feel the big guy rumbling and shuddering a bit...he probably never got THIS sort of attention. Action, sure, plenty of it, but body worship was probably not something that a lot of mons in the grove did. But Caldi...when he was hot, he didn't just like to rut it out mindlessly, he liked to actually put something into it. And that had made him popular with the others before he'd been caught...it was almost a shame he hadn't been able to actually work out those energies on anyone else, but his trainer hadn't wanted the complications that could bring, and Caldi couldn't really blame him.

His tongue licked up and down the gator's chest, every stroke of that organ leaving a streak of heat in it. His pheromones puffed into the air, saturating Khoresh's nose and steaming up that body - Caldi could swear he could feel it warming up. That monster of a cock was drooling precum already, and the Salandit's tail was doing all it could to milk that out and let it leak down and slicken up that beast even more than it already was. But he was in no rush to get on with it...no, his head was getting a touch hazy, but he knew what he wanted, and that was to ADORE Khoresh. It wouldn't be right if he didn't...he didn't deserve the cock if he didn't glorify who it was attached to.

He was practically standing on Khoresh's thighs now, and despite that was barely reaching up to top of the Feraligatr's chest. Khoresh was holding him with one arm, keeping him stable so he could do his thing, something Caldi really appreciated as his stance was not the most sturdy and his head was a bit loopy from the heat. His own cocks were leaking against those firm belly scales...well-defined abdominal muscles were not exactly a standard thing for the big blue behemoths, but the strength in that gut was well-evident by just the feel of it, solid and unyielding, so even if its power was less obvious, it was no less formidable. Caldi was getting almost lost in the lusciousness of his frequent savior, almost drooling a bit as he continued to lick and rub, every part of that chest getting his tongue bath.

It was starting to get to Khoresh, though - the lust was kicking into overdrive for him, and that teasing tail around his cock was starting to make him throb with ruthless need. "Fuckin'...are you...ready yet?"

"Mmm...just a little more..." Caldi was barely thinking as he said it, so lost was he in Khoresh's body. Another firm squeeze of those pecs, his tongue darting into the crevices of those muscles, giving that body everything he could. Unconsciously he amped up the teasing, pulling that cock towards him and rubbing against it with his rear as much as he was with his tail, tempting it with the prospect of powering into him and using him as a receptacle for his monumental climax. He could hear Khoresh growling tensely, but the meaning of it didn't really register...Caldi was just so entranced that he couldn't think of anything but the big blue body he was laying against. But this was just one part of Khoresh...Caldi really needed to spend time with the other fantastic parts of his body, too, those amazing arms, those powerful legs, that thick tail...there was so much of Khoresh to appreciate, he needed to take the time to appreciate every bit of it-

Khoresh, apparently, did not get the memo, because the Feraligatr's control slipped from his grasp. Suddenly his other arm grabbed Cladi as well, and before the Salandit knew what was happening, he had been shoved down onto that cock, speared halfway on it before he was even aware that he was being filled. His body stretched obscenely around that thick staff, bulging beyond reason as he took it into him...and all this did was set him off, Caldi's orgasm hitting hard as he croaked out an amorous cry. His heated shafts spurted a relatively paltry load, the pressure inside him keeping him from loosing everything as forcefully as he could, though he didn't even truly mind - a subordinate male like him wasn't meant to be particularly virile. He somehow managed to catch his breath a bit, despite feeling stuffed beyond capacity...but his focus was gone, the body worship couldn't continue, now he was a cocksleeve and he had one duty, to sleeve a cock.

And Khoresh was making sure he did that duty. Lifting him up and then pulling him back down, a vacant growl escaping him, his mind subsumed by the lust that Caldi had induced in him. He embedded himself even further on the second thrust, getting another cry out of Caldi as he felt his body warp to handle that massive Feraligatr...and then then next one took him to the hilt, that thick tool driving in to unreasonable depths and bulging his torso visibly. It seemed like too much even for the generous leeway Pokémon were normally granted, but Caldi was displaying no pain, no agony...maybe the pressure was a bit much for comfort, but he wasn't even that concerned with that, he wanted Khoresh to get everything out of it that he could, and his own pleasure was a secondary consideration. Indeed, all he was doing was squeezing down as much as he could on that intruder, trying to compel it to continue.

With clear success, it seemed, as suddenly Khoresh was going at him, pulling him up and down, using the much smaller lizard almost more like a sex toy than a sex partner - which, at the moment, Caldi more or less was. His body distended by that monster dong, only giving scant moments to relax before he was filled again...and holy hell, did it feel good, after a while even the discomfort of that stretch started to be something he craved. Maybe there was something to the idea that Salandits were designed to be servants, to live for the pleasure of others...at the moment, Caldi's entire existence felt like it was meant for Khoresh and Khoresh alone, that whatever the Feraligatr wanted he was to provide, and everything else was irrelevant, even the structural integrity of his body.

Which was why the only thing he did was encourage it. His tail tip slipped into the limited space of Khoresh's slit, teasing and tickling it to rev up the big guy even further. And he was rewarded with a growl and a ramping up of those thrusts, he was almost being slammed up against that slit now, warbling breathless cries barely eking out of him as the air was driven from his body. He was dizzy from everything, but Caldi couldn't remember ever feeling this good...even his past heats hadn't taxed him this much, the males around there who took his attentions just didn't have nearly the presence that Khoresh did. Every now and then an orgasm would hit him, another few meager squirts of cum splattering against the Feraligatr to make a relatively noticeable mess when all was said and done, saturating the air with more of that pheromone as well as the natural scent of sex that twined with it to drive Khoresh further into a mindless rut.

Harder, faster, Caldi was being pushed to the absolute limit...and that throbbing he was picking up on was going to push him well over. But he had no chance to really prepare for it...everything he'd been doing, intentionally or unintentionally, had gotten Khoresh to the breaking point, and when that dam broke it BROKE. The first unloading of that hose inside him was more than most other Pokémon's entire orgasms in terms of volume, and that initial salvo was just the first of many. Caldi's midsection rapidly swelled out as that spunk was driven into him, quickly becoming too much...but Khoresh had enough sense here to pull out, if slowly, ensuring that a good ton of that fluid was pumped into him to take up the space vacated by that cock. And when it finally pulled out, that was hardly the end, as Caldi was suddenly tossed onto his back on the grass and hosed down with the rest of Khoresh's load - which was a LOT of cum, coating him so thoroughly he looked like a shiny Salandit rather than a normal one. One that had been eating far too many berries, at that, as his body wasn't relinquishing more than a fraction of that seed that had been stuffed into him. He was light-headed, overstuffed, and as thoroughly fucked as it was possible to be, and it had never felt so good.

Khoresh finally reached the end of his release, those shots tapering off as he finished hosing down Caldi. Once he was finally spent, he plopped back against the tree, panting hard. "Fuck...that...was...hrg...I didn't...hurt ya, did I?"

"Mmnhhh...hhaaaaahh..." That was about all Caldi could get out of his mouth. A little zonked Salandit in a pool of jizz, that was all he was at the moment...and he didn't mind that one bit. One rutting, even one as forceful as that, wasn't going to clear a heat out of his system. Though, it would perhaps cool him off for a bit...hopefully for long enough to tell Khoresh that they were in for several days of this. Somehow, he doubted Khoresh would mind too terribly much...