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“Lanea, we're almost there! Hit it with a Disarming Voice!"

The Primarina hummed in recognition of her trainer's orders and then let out a loud, energetic cry that rang through the air at the target, a Jangmo-o. The small dragon yipped and staggered as he got knocked around by the blow, staying upright but looking quite worn out. Just what Walker was hoping for - this was probably his last chance to catch one of these dragons, and he needed to be careful. It would be an unpleasant journey back to Seafolk Village from here if he was coming back empty-handed.

Walker was having a slightly rough time as a trainer. He'd been traveling around trying to test his mettle against others and put together a team he felt confident in, but it hadn't exactly turned out the way he'd wanted - he seemed to have the worst luck when it came to capturing Pokémon, and found himself overmatched against trainers frequently. On top of that, apart from Lanea, the Pokémon he did capture tended to have a rather unpleasant disposition, and he eventually had to release them. As a result, he was rather lacking in resources and team members.

Someone had suggested to him that he venture to Alola. The rumors were that the Pokémon there were among the friendliest to humans of anywhere in the world, which sounded like just the thing Walker needed. And when he'd heard about the powerful dragons living in the Vast Poni Canyon, he knew he needed to try to get one first.

He didn't expect it to be easy. It was a place for expert trainers, and he really wasn't one, but he'd managed to get in somehow. Then there was actually finding and catching one...there were other Pokémon around that were more common, and they were a bit overmatched. Lanea had been fighting for a while and Walker could tell she was getting tired - powering through it for him, which he appreciated endlessly, but he knew that she couldn't go much longer.

He'd already had one failure - four Poké Balls had broken open on the last one they'd encountered, and Lanea's attempt to weaken it just a bit further had overdone it. Walker was down to his last two balls, and nervous about a repeat...but at the same time, he needed to get as close as he could to the edge to maximize his chances of success. It seemed like he might be just about there with this one...unable to really do any damage to Lanea, he'd just been buffing himself and lowering the Primarina's resistance, allowing Walker to get him down to the limit. He reached down for one of his two Poké Balls, wanting to be ready to throw as soon as possible.

And then he heard the Jangmo-o let out a strange call, one he hadn't yet heard from the dragon. It wasn't an attack...Walker wasn't quite sure what it was. But he found out rather quickly when he heard a rustle from the nearby grass. All eyes turned to it as another creature burst forth - one that looked kind of like Jangmo-o, but was bipedal, taller, and looked much more powerful.

Walker's eyes quickly ducked to his guidebook. It was indeed the evolution of Jangmo-o, Hakamo-o. That made him nervous...the smaller dragon had clearly called for help, and they were already worn down. He grabbed his Poké Ball, wanting to get the capture immediately, but there was a buzz from the object as it failed to target. There were too many wild Pokémon in the immediate proximity for it to function properly. He cursed under his breath; luck was never with him, it seemed. At least he hadn't wasted a ball.

The Hakamo-o looked to be readying for a fight, but Walker was certain Lanea could handle it...what he needed to do was prep the Jangmo-o for capture the moment she knocked out the Hakamo-o. With its defense at maximum thanks to Iron Defense, and its resistance to water, he was pretty sure he knew how to edge it down just enough. “Lanea, give the Jangmo-o an Aqua Jet, just enough to keep him from calling out again."

Lanea was pretty worn out but she had enough left for that. She cried out and engaged, her body surrounding itself with water and rushing forward. Her aim was off slightly, fatigue lessening her focus in the attack, liable to miss...except the Jangmo-o was tired, too, and made a key mistake, jumping into the attack instead of away from it. It was a direct hit, critical, breaking through the strengthened defenses and knocking the poor dragon out.

I hate my life, Walker thought dismally. Even when I'm lucky, I'm unlucky.

All hope was not lost, though...there was another dragon here, and he wanted the final evolution anyway, so the second stage was good enough. He wasn't sure Lanea could handle it, but the Primarina didn't even ask, readying itself for a renewed fight. Seeing the spark in his Pokémon, Walker braced himself and readied to start the process over.

And then the Hakamo-o reared its head up and let out an echoing call, its scales ringing in the air. Walker's heart skipped a beat - it was louder, deeper, and had somewhat different qualities, but he could swear it sounded just enough like the Jangmo-o's cry…

A loud roar pierced the air, something leapt up into the sky from up above them and slammed into the ground in front of trainer and Pokémon. Walker gasped at the sight - he didn't need the guidebook for this one, this was the Pokémon he'd been seeking. Kommo-o. Just looking at the dragon, he could almost feel the strength radiating off of it...if this was what he could expect, then he definitely wanted to make sure he got one.

But catching one at full form seemed impossible. As much as he hated to admit it, Walker realized maybe it was better to just knock them out and call it a day. He wasn't about to risk his last two balls on such a long shot, he needed to head back and see if he could restock a bit, get Lanea back into proper fighting shape. “Lanea, let's just end this and come back tomorrow. This is too much." He could hear the disappointment from Lanea, but she nodded; clearly she knew she was at her own limit. “Okay, give the Kommo-o a Moonblast."

The Primarina started to charge the attack, but the Hakamo-o charged in unexpectedly, quicker than Walker was prepared for. The trainer could only watch helplessly as he lowered his head and delivered a perfectly-aimed Headbutt directly into Lanea. She howled in pain as she was tossed back, and slumped onto the ground - her weakened defenses had made her too vulnerable a target, and she had fainted. Her ball buzzed, drawing her back in and sealing her in for recovery.

And now Walker was alone, face-to-face with two worked-up dragons.

Fuck my life.

He didn't have much choice, and turned to the side to try to run. The Hakamo-o jumped in front of him, hissing threateningly. He angled back, trying for higher up the path. The huge body of the Kommo-o blocked him off, and he had to stumble back to avoid a swipe from that big clawed hand. Every way he turned for escape, the dragons got in his way - and finally he turned tail and saw nothing but mountainside in front of them. They had pinned him in.

He turned back, eyes wide in fear. He thought these Pokémon were supposed to be friendly!

With nowhere to run, he was at the mercy of the dragons. His first thought was that they were going to kill him - they could very easily do so, he could see how strong they were, how wickedly strong their claws were. If they wanted to, they could end his life without a second thought, and that terrified him.

And then he saw something else. They weren't rushing to try to slay him...but he did see some reaction from them. In each of them, he could see a parting in their groins, something extending out of them...his face drained of color as he realized what he was looking at: a very male Hakamo-o and a VERY male Kommo-o, looking at him with particular looks of hunger and want. They weren't going to kill him, they were going to take their reward for their victory from his body. They could do that just as easily as they could kill him...and that terrified him more.

The Kommo-o darted forward and lunged at him, tearing his bag off of him, the straps snapping as he tossed it aside. The bag didn't break apart, thankfully, but that was about the only good fortune he had, and he had no time to celebrate it. He tried to move, use the bag as a decoy to get away, but the Hakamo-o was right there and nailed him in the crotch with his fist, making him stagger and drop to his knees. It gave the smaller dragon ample opportunity to shred the fabrid of Walker's shirt with his claws, leaving it in mere tatters, while the Kommo-o tore away his footwear, leaving them in just as much of a mess.

He then felt the dragon lift him and grip him tight under the arm, and pin him against the rock. His body dangled helplessly as he was strong-armed by the Kommo-o, who used his free hand to claw at his shorts and boxers. More claws joined in as the Hakamo-o did the same...they clearly weren't just content with disrobing him, they were making sure he couldn't get re-robed...and at the same time demonstrating that he didn't have a prayer of fighting them off. As the tatters of his last clothing were finally torn away, he was dropped from his position and landed painfully on the rocky surface below, his last opportunity to make some sort of attempt at escape thwarted from the pain in his ankles.

He was only able to rise a bit before he Hakamo-o was in front of him. The smaller dragon was more impressively endowed than he would have liked to see in his current predicament. It was a pretty long and thick shaft, with a pointed head that was oddly textured with pointed little nubs, and what looked like overlapping plates down the next few inches before a smoother shaft the rest of the way down. There was a thick scent coming off of it, a deep musk that make his head spin slightly, not exactly the most pleasant of scents to him but there was no escaping it. He tried shutting his mouth tight, but the Hakamo-o poked its claws on either side of his jaw and pressed dangerously...he knew he couldn't risk it, and, eyes shutting tight, opened as wide as he could.

The Hakamo-o wasn't gentle, shoving it rather hard into his mouth, the spiky head rubbing a bit harshly against his tongue and then his throat as it pushed it deep. He gagged at first, accidentally bit, but even that was useless - the flesh was thick and tough, his teeth unable to do much more than scrape against it, certainly not piercing anything. The entry was harsh enough, but then the Hakamo-o pulled back, and he REALLY felt it - the plate-like protrusions flared out and raked across his flesh, providing a potent sensation that was even more intense than the spiky nubs. It took only two more thrusts in for the Hakamo-o to embed himself fully in Walker's unfortunate maw, his nose pushed near the slit, what little air he got fully tainted with dragon musk.

Then he felt big hands grip his rear end, and realized that this wasn't the worst of it.

The Kommo-o was even less gentle than his counterpart, when he really needed to be infinitely more so from Walker's perspective. The cock he had was similar to the Hakamo-o's, but significantly longer and thicker, with larger plates, and the head had longer, more rounded protrusions, similar to its tail knobs, which rubbed much more insistently against him...and then he could feel a bulge at the base, a thick knot that wasn't present in the lower evolution, that would stretch him even more. And it was quickly, brutally, forcefully shoved inside Walker, who couldn't even cry out thanks to the effective gag he had inside his mouth. A loud jangle from his scales accompanied his impact into Walker's rear end, knot meeting ass with a smack as the gigantic dragon dick stretched out his insides. At least a Pokémon wasn't going to do permanent damage back there, but that didn't make the obscene stretch any easier to adapt to.

The two remained fully inside him, holding still for a brief period; Walker was almost grateful for any bit of time to get used to what was inside him, even if he would've rather had it out. Then they started up, thrusting in and pulling out very rhythmically, showing a remarkable degree of coordination. Every time the Kommo-o buried his monster dong in Walker's ass, the Hakamo-o would scour his throat with those scales as he pulled out almost to the tip; and then as he powered back in and cut off the human's air once again, the Kommo-o would drag his cock back, raking his insides raw and making them even more sensitive. They were merciless with him, using him just as they wished; the powerlessness was a rough reality for him, he wished he could put up any kind of resistance…

But there was another presence. The scents and tastes and feels were something he could have expected, but what he hadn't counted on was the ringing, clanging, jingling of the special scales of this line of dragons. Each entry had its sound, each pull back had another, the two dragons had two different sounds, the Hakamo-o's lighter and higher, the Kommo-o's firmer and deeper. They were so rhythmic, ringing out like clockwork on each motion, both binding together in a fluid, endless chime.

And that ringing was a constant in Walker's brain...they were almost as tangible as the sex itself, pummeling him just as effectively as those cocks were. But not with the same kind of forceful impact...they were more piercing, breaking into his brain and then bouncing around, echoing continuously in his head. And it was making him feel strange...the reverberations were disrupting his thoughts, calming him down, relaxing him into the arms of the two dragons. It was starting to make him hazy...he should have been fighting this, resisting with all his might, but he wasn't feeling capable of it, felt more like he was being drawn into the powerful will of the dragons. And the pleasure was starting to become more salient in the haze...his dick was stiffening and swelling, responding to the stretching of his anus and the pounding and prodding of his prostate, intensifying as the urge to fight faded away.

He was starting to suck a bit, almost involuntarily, as the Hakamo-o gripped his head and rammed in. He was starting to clench down around the beastly cock in his ass, even pushing a bit into the Kommo-o's thrusts, pressing back into the bulging knot that threatened to break him wide open. He didn't really know why, his thoughts had gotten sluggish, overpowered by the constant ring in his head, reinforced with every added clang from the dragons fucking him. He knew he was getting pleasure out of it...he shouldn't have been, that was wrong, he shouldn't get anything out of being raped. It was rape...wasn't it?

The two dragons were going faster, and he could sense in the strengthening of their scents and tastes that they were getting close. They kept in rhythm, though, the ringing continuing, building in speed, ramping up Walker's own arousal. He was moaning now, resistance all but vanished, hands locked around the Hakamo-o's ankles to submit to him and legs spreading for the Kommo-o's powerful shaft. His dick was throbbing, he needed release so badly, needed to reach that pinnacle of pleasure and let it wash over him…

The three of them came almost at the same moment. The Hakamo-o was just a fraction of a second sooner, slamming his cock in and letting out a loud cry as he spurted thick, musky draconic cum down the human's throat. And the Kommo-o was there on the very next thrust, letting his own cry out to join the Hakamo-o's as his knot finally passed through the human's weakened hole, putting up no more fight than its owner, and his own seed gushed inside Walker, the rush filling the space inside him very rapidly. The two cries together were enough of a trigger, Walker cried out around the cock in his mouth as he shot off, his own cum staining the rock under his body. The pleasure was insane, never had a climax felt like this before, most conscious thought obliterated from the high...there was nothing but the feel of the massive cock in his ass shooting round after powerful round of spunk into his abused body, the taste of cum as the Hakamo-o pulled back a bit and forced his tongue to be slathered in seed, the overpowering scent of dominant dragon in the air, and the sounds, especially the sounds, the ringing of scales on shaking dragon bodies and the lingering echo of the clanging from their thrusting and their cries of ecstasy and domination. It felt like the sound was coursing through his entire body, mingling with his orgasm to create a wild high, just a constant crashing wave, a cycle of the pleasure and the ringing and the pleasure and the ringing and the pleasure and the ringing…

He wasn't sure how long it was, everything had gone somewhat blank for him. The next thing he knew for sure, the dragons had pulled out of him, and he was laying on the ground, everything still very fuzzy. His gut felt full, his ass was trickling seed out but it was thick and not coming easy, he felt sore from the intense stretch, the Kommo-o hadn't waited for the knot to go down to pull out...his mouth had dribbles of cum around it, and the taste of Hakamo-o was still all over his mouth. He was shivering, but it wasn't in fear or cold, but residual pleasure, of a kind he'd never been privy to before. He was trying to move...no, he wasn't really, his brain was sending some weak signals but they weren't getting through, he wasn't responding to anything.

He was suddenly flipped over on the rock, the two dragons standing over him, Kommo-o at his head and Hakamo-o between his legs. The smaller dragon wasted no time thrusting in, while the larger one pushed Walker's head against his thick cock, directing him to clean it off. And he did, without hesitation...he was still under the hypnotic effect of the ringing, there was no fight in him at all, nothing but obedience to the dragons, the pleasure having wiped out any resistance and instilled a desire for more. And there would be more to come, much more...

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When Walker finally woke back up, it was very dark, and he was on the beach in the Poni Wilds, not far from the Seafolk Village. He was still naked, with some tatters of clothing near his body and bag, all of which were heavily smeared with dragon jizz. Just like his body, which had plenty of the sticky stuff all over, the stink of male dragon all over him, his gut mildly swollen with immense amounts of seed...he shivered a bit as he remembered, hours of rutting by the two dragons, dumping their loads inside and on him, smearing their cocks all over his body, making him lick their seed off of them wherever it got on those clanging scales. And he didn't fight it for a moment after the initial rutting...those clanging scales still rang in his head, even now after the long rape he only felt arousal, no disgust. He knew what he SHOULD be feeling...but it wasn't there.

He managed to get into the water to wash himself and the tatters off somewhat. It was cold, but at least the beach was deserted...no one to see him in this kind of position. A good thing because he wasn't going to be moving quickly to cover himself, his body was plenty sore from overexertion and the way the Kommo-o and Hakamo-o had used him, twisting and turning him to suit their purposes. Nothing was more sore than his cock and balls, though...he'd been drained so completely he half-wondered if there was anything left for him to shoot for the rest of his life. Absurd, but his balls were a desert at the moment, it wasn't hard to imagine them staying like that.

He managed to scrounge up enough fabric to make himself not totally obscene and staggered his way back to the Pokémon Center. Of course, there were a couple people in there, but that was unavoidable...even cleaned up, there was no way they couldn't smell something on him, and the mess he was told enough of the story. To their credit, they said nothing about it to him...but the nurse said she would get him set up with a few extra supplies free of charge, to help him recover after the event, and he was gifted a swimsuit from a random man in the lobby. It really was a friendly place...it would've been nice for it not to have been needed, though.

He slept in a room at the Center, and woke up feeling better - not sore, not bloated, and with a considerably brighter attitude. Things had gone badly the day before, but he still couldn't give up. He had more to do...he still wanted a Jangmo-o, and with a few extra Poké Balls in his pocket maybe he'd have a better chance. He'd have to keep the little bugger quiet, though.

He met the nurse at the desk, giving her a tired smile. He knew he still stank, but he could probably go for a swim off the beach once he had Lanea with him. She smiled back at him...there was a bit of pity to it, which was irritating but understandable. “Here's your bag...there should be enough in here to help you get a foothold. It's a tough area...there's a lot of challenging Pokémon out there, and sometimes things don't work out so well, but I'm sure you and your team can get through it and come out on top!"

“Thanks...I'm just gonna keep trying." Walker took his bag back and nodded. “Hopefully I'll be back in better shape next time."

He left the Center and headed back into the wilds, trying to avoid contact with anyone else; he wanted Lanea to be in top condition, not worn out from battling when he headed back to the canyon. He delved deep into the brush of the Wilds, trying to search for some berries that might help his team get through the coming battles…

Wait...team?

That's what the nurse had said. But...he only had one Pokémon. Didn't he?

He pulled open his back and stared inside. Where there should have been one Poké Ball, there were instead three. Only one was marked up like Lanea's was; the other two had no features. Surely the nurse hadn't given him extra Pokémon? That was too generous, Pokémon Centers rarely did that...and when they did, they were a special style of ball. So...what was going on?

Only one way to find out. He grabbed the two Poké Balls and tossed them out. The forms materialized in front of him...and his blood went cold.

Hakamo-o. Kommo-o.

The two dragons were staring at him, smirks on their faces...even as he dared to try to argue it in his head, he knew without question that they were the two that had had their way with him yesterday. And there was hardly any question what they were thinking now.

He took a step back, his hand reaching for Lanea's Poké Ball in his bag, she was fully rested, she could take them...and then the two stomped, shifting their bodies up and down and letting those scales clang a bit. Immediately he felt his head fog up a bit, his body relax slightly...memories of the action in the canyon arose unbidden, quelling fear and stirring up other emotions. The two started stepping towards him, the ringing getting louder and steadier...he relaxed more, a vacant smile rising on his face as his arms relaxed, dropping the bag to the ground. He didn't feel even the slightest hint of fear, not even when Kommo-o lunged out and tore away the swimsuit from his body, shredding it more than sufficiently to ensure it wouldn't be of any use to him again. Apparently, they didn't plan on letting him return to civilization for a good long while...and he was okay with that, in his newfound haze.

He sank to his hands and knees, opening up and letting Hakamo-o thrust himself into his mouth again. It helped to muffle his cry when Kommo-o slammed full-force into his ass, spreading him once again on that thick, plated cock. His exhausted dick was forced to once again rise to the occasion...he was going to have a lot of use on it by the time things were finished.

Technically, he was their trainer now...but his position wasn't really that of a trainer, more of a plaything. In fact, they were probably training him more than he would train them...he wondered how long it would be before he didn't fog over anymore, just existed in a perpetual state of servitude to the two dragons. Maybe not all that long, considering how quickly he was brought under already...but he didn't really care. He now had two powerful Pokémon at his disposal, and they hadn't entered into Poké Balls for no reason - it was a message, he would serve them but they would help him. And if that was what it took, well, maybe his luck was already starting to turn around.