Argol's Curse
A commission piece. Was very interesting to write.
The day had been long and hot, the jungle air thick with moisture that would make someone sweat but never bring relief. This was what one trainer in particular was experiencing. The dense canopy overhead was filled with the song and call of various bird types of Pokémon while bug types hung about, munching on the greenery or minding their own business. The overhead ceiling was so dense that very little afternoon light made it through the leaves and so the whole area was cast in a dark green shadow. So far this lone man was the only one to venture so far into the dense shrubbery, the threat of powerful and potentially dangerous Pokémon was always a present factor, but even some of the more powerful trainers didn't dare venture in, some said there were curses to be held in the heart of the jungle. Treasures were said to be just as plentiful though.
His name was Argol, a somewhat average looking man, young for his looks and lean. Years of being a lone trainer has made him rugged but also fueled his social awkwardness. Simply put, he didn't know how to talk or properly act when attractive girls were around, he didn't know what it was but it always lead to his mind halting. The bizarre affliction left him extremely pent up and sexually frustrated. He would frequently jerk off but it never seemed to help him much, it was also beginning to affect his mood.
The back of Argol's hand came up and wiped his perspiring brow. He wore a pair of dark brown slacks with boots that came up to his knees. His torso was adorned with a red vest that allowed his skin to breath but didn't seem to keep him from being so heated up. He paused for a moment and gave a sigh, turning his wary gaze up to look at the oppressive tree tops. It was getting dark fast, evening approached and he still needed to make camp. With a grunt he shifted his pack that was slung over one shoulder to the ground and was quick to open it, pulling from its depths a map. He unfolded the rectangular parchment and looked over its distinct markings that detailed the forestry.
This was an item given to him by a poke-fanatic he had come across and beaten in a battle. It was payment in turn of what would have normally been money, but maybe Argol was either gullible or wishful, either way he accepted it. The contents of the map detailed a path through the dense foliage to a remarkable witch that was capable of casting wishes. It was this prize that he wanted more than anything else, all his life he knew what he would wish for if given the chance. He knew that there were some legendary Pokémon that were capable of gifting such things but as far as he knew his chances of coming across one of those were slim to none. This was his best chance
Two hours later darkness had fully taken over the forest. The song of bird types had been fully taken over by more bug types, nocturnal ones even, the thought of them made a shiver run up Argol's spine. He had started a small fire in the midst of his path. It wasn't anything large, but it was sure to keep the larger, more feral Pokémon at bay. At the moment his three Pokémon had come from their homes and were eating a late dinner as Argo himself bit into a loaf of bread with a layer of cheese sent into its middle. The flames of the fire flicked about at a rhythmic crackle set in and cast shimmering light on his most beloved companions.
A Blue haired gardevoir named Aria sat next to Argol, eating away at a few bits of her meal. Next to her was a frosslass named Yuuko, and opposite Argol from the fire was a gothitelle named Mystic. It was turning out to be a quiet night for the trainer and Pokémon, save for the chorus that had set in around them. It wasn't long before Aria turned to her trainer and opened a telepathic link to him.
"Why are we going this way, master?" Argol felt her ask in his mind. He paused his chewing for a moment and worked his mind to reply.
"We're looking for a witch to grant me a wish," he said back to her in his thoughts. He wasn't for sure how much he should tell them, his intentions certainly weren't to upset his companions but he knew if they knew what the wish would truly be for they wouldn't be happy.
"What are you looking to wish for?" Aria asked after a few moments of silence, her head tilting in a curious gesture. Argol worked quick to come up with another response, carefully choosing his mental words.
"This is a matter of all of our destinies, Aria, but one that I have to make for myself for the betterment of you. You have to trust me in that I can't tell you right now," he thought back his response and continued biting into his bread and chewing thoughtfully. Aria was taken aback a bit by such a closed answer but she knew above all else to trust her master and that in the end he would have the best intentions. Slowly Aria turned back to her meal and took a steady bite. Mystic and Yuuko exchanged steady looks between them, sensing the tension in the air as they busied themselves with the last few bites of dinner.
As the night wore on the fire grew lower to the ground and the four settled in to sleep. Argol worked himself back into a sleeping bag and rested his head on a small pillow while his three Pokémon resided within their balls. The conversation with Aria played over in his mind as he began to drift off to sleep, the contents of his wish also swimming among his thoughts. He knew exactly what he was going to wish for, like any person has thought of once or twice in their life if ever given such an opportunity. He had kept this particular wish in his mind ever since he was a very young boy.
Morning came with a veil of fog that clung to the grass and made everything damp to the touch. Not much light continued to filter through the forest canopy but it was enough to see and walk by. Collecting his things in an orderly fashion and making sure that the fire was properly extinguished Argol set out again with map in hand. It was odd, and in a way it seemed like the fog split in just the right way that allowed for a clear path. At first Argol thought this to be interestingly coincidental until off in the distance a small cottage seemed to appear among the depths of the humid veil.
It looked incredibly out of place, kilometers upon kilometers away from civilization here sat the first man-made structure the trainer had seen in days. The closer Argol came to the building the more he saw its overall integrity and shape. It was long and rectangular that he expected, and by the looks of it the entire thing seemed like it had stood there for centuries. It was moss covered and had vines, leaves, and a variety of branches clung and made up the cottage's outer walls and seemed to be as much a part of it as they were of the surrounding foliage.
Argol stepped up close to the door after looking over the green and brown façade. He raised a hesitant hand, fingers curled to show bare knuckles as he went to knock but found the door creak open just a bit and a voice slither out from the dark space.
"Who comes seeking a lonely witch such as myself?" Came the words from a soft yet stern tone, not at all croaky or irritating like Argol had expected a witch's voice to be. The trainer cleared his throat and spoke.
"I come seeking a wish. I was told you could grant me one and was given a map to this place," he said. Silence followed thereafter but the door opened further to reveal a dark void within. Before he could say anymore or do anything else Argol suddenly found himself sucked into the house with the door slamming behind him. Deafening blackness was all around him then, the boy stunned into silence at the sudden action. He was about to call out after nothing else happened until suddenly there was a brilliant flash. A hundred or so candles flared into existence and lit the room completely, revealing a room that was not at all like the outside of the house. At best it could have been described as a library, with huge shelves that towered above the trainer adorned with books. He could barely believe his eyes, as there was no way this whole space was inside such a small cottage.
Settled into an armchair at the back of the room and between bookcases was a very young looking women. Her bright pink haired flowed over her shoulders, a black dress hugged over her rather curvy and attractive body. She gazed at the young man with bright green eyes, stationary for a while before getting up and striding towards her new guest.
"Well now, what do we have here?" She asked with a smile and stopped just a few feet away. Argol opened his mouth to reply but she was quick to cut him off. "I know who you are and why you're here, you wouldn't have found my home if you weren't meant to. You want a wish of course, one I am obligated to grant if your desire is great enough," she said and pressed a finger against the boy's chest, poking him gently. "Out with it then, what do you desire?"
Argol hesitated for a moment but his confidence rose quickly and the words seemed to erupt from his mouth. "I want my Pokémon to be sexy morphs!" he called out. "I'm no good with talking to girls and being social, my Pokémon are the only ones I feel the closest to and I want to be able to fuck them. Please?" he asked after his outburst, breathing hard, his face showing his level of determination. The witch patiently watched his display and then gave a devious smile.
"And so it shall be done. Now show me your Pokémon," she said and took a few steps back towards her chair, eyeing the young trainer as he grasped the three pokeballs that hung around his belt. He effortlessly expanded each of the red and white orbs, releasing each of his closest companions. They came out in flashes of light and materialized. Once they formed each of the Pokémon glanced around at their surroundings in confusion, ultimately turning to Argol for an explanation. He kept his mouth closed and returned their gazes though it was the witch that continued talking. "And now for your wish, for your Pokémon to be turned into sexy morphs for your enjoyment!" she announced and raised her arms above her head.
The three Pokémon looked stunned at the words that came from the girl's mouth and exchanged worried looks with each other and then looks of betrayal with their trainer. He continued to watch them with a stoic expression. Magic began to flow from the witch's finger tips in bright purple ribbons that flowed out in waving tendrils to wrap about the Pokémon. They each let out a cry of fear and confusion as multicolored auras began to envelop their bodies and transform them not much in a different way than an evolution would. Slowly the ribbons ceased from the witch's fingers and the glowing Pokémon bodies began to take on new form.
At first they all began to lengthen and their features began to change to take on human characteristics. In the midst of their transformation, the witch spoke out to Argol. "And now for your payment. I'm sure if you were able to make it this far and find my home you must have some very valuable items," she said in almost a singing voice. Argol was a bit taken aback by her statement and froze for a moment, thinking to himself of anything of value that he might have but soon realizes the most expensive or valuable thing he owned was the very Pokémon he was having transformed.
"I...I'm sorry but I really don't have anything worth money. The most I could offer is some food and the clothes off my back," he said with a half-smile and shrugged shoulders, an apologetic expression conveyed on his face. The witch's own countenance turned quickly from enjoyment to rage from the confession.
"You what?" she exclaimed, "No items to trade for something as valuable as my wish!" she roared and then pointed her fingers to the glowing Pokémon bodies, their clothing started to form in the shape of dresses that crossed over large voluptuous breasts, wide brimmed skirts that flowed out in all directions. Their thighs were covered in pure white stockings that almost came up to their well exposed underwear. Bright red heels adorned their dainty feet, glimmering even and perfect. More purple ribbons ebbed from her fingertips and soaked into the glowing bodies, further transforming began to take place. Argol watched as his Pokémon began to become a bit more muscular and larger than what would have normally been girly.
They changed into something more buff, and to Argol's astonishment their panties began to warp and shift. Suddenly from each of his Pokémon massive cocks broke through the fabric, tearing them to shreds. Their thick members bobbed in the air at full hardness and dripped pre cum that was flung out in milky streams, underneath each rod was a hefty set of balls that looked like they were close to bursting. Each of them let out lustful moans and their newly formed hands reached for their own pulsing, thick girths in an attempt to control their floppiness. Argol couldn't believe what he was seeing, Aria's cock was easily the longest at thirteen inches, but Mystic's was the thickest, as wide around as Argol's forearm. Yuuko's cock was a size between the others.
Argol was so caught up in watching his Pokémon become strong shemale versions of themselves that he didn't see ribbons of purple energy leap from their bodies and spiral around his own. Light grasped his form and tightened around him like a snake, squeezing him painfully. Argol let out a cry and gritted his teeth, trying his hardest to struggle away from the powerful magic tendrils. Slowly Argol began to feel like his skin was on fire, but as he looked down at himself he saw his clothing dissolve away, leaving himself pink and well exposed. What few items he had in his backpack turned to dust and before long he was left naked within the shimmering aura.
"I suppose to suffice I will have to take the clothes off your back, but in lue of your wish I have added a curse. Every Pokémon you successfully catch will be turned into a sexually aggressive shemale with a particular taste for your body. And to teach you a lesson about your own sexual needs, you will no longer be able to wear anything but girl clothing from now on," she commanded and the brightness around Argol and his Pokémon intensified. "To reverse this curse, you must come find me and defeat me in battle!" she called out and with that came a loud clap like thunder and brightness overtook Argol's mind.
When sight finally returned to Argol he found himself no longer in the forest but lying on his back out in the middle of a grassy field. As he began to get up he noticed his three closed pokeballs and a single map nearby. Argol shivered as a light breeze came around, realizing that he was still naked he collected his things as best he could and looked around. A short distance away was a farmhouse with a few Tauros wondering about in the open field.
Argol was quick to make his way over to where he saw some clothing drying out on a clothesline. The trainer glanced around, making sure no one was around to see him, and as soon as he determined that everything was clear he approached the garments. The first thing he nabbed down from the line was a pair of briefs that slipped on quickly. He reached out again for a pair of pants but cold air around his nether region made him realize that the underwear had dissolved away. Frowning he remembered back to what the witch said about him and female clothing.
Sighing to himself Argol grasped a pair of white panties with frilly hemming and pulled them down. He studied the silky fabric in his hands before he gingerly stepped one foot after the other into them and slid them up his lithe legs. The underwear held tight to his groin, the soft material cupping his own sack and soft cock and bulged out as they completely covered his privates. He studied the garments for a short while, making sure they didn't vanish. After a while they were still on, and the trainer soon set his eyes on the only other set of clothing that was on the line that were female in nature. The rest of it seemed to be what a ballet dancer would wear. Argol was quick to shake the thought from his mind before he pulled down a pair of white tights and began to work himself into the leggings. They clung to his legs tightly, defining every shape and curve his lower half had to offer, and as soon as he had them over his waste he couldn't help but notice how comfortable they were.
Next was the dress, a purely white piece with a lot of bright pink overlays on the sides, purple bows were placed symmetrically where some of the seams met and accent the whole costume well with quite a bit of girly flare. Next came a pair of white gloves that clung to his forearms but weren't too tight, again feeling like a second skin as his fingers filled out all the dimensions. Lastly came a pair of ballet heels that were set off to the side of the clothesline. Argol was quick to slip them over his feet and found that they felt surprisingly comfortable and natural, despite being forced to be at a constant tip-toe.
Argol stole a moment to stare down at himself and assess what he was wearing and how he felt. It was strange, despite this being the first time he had ever warn these kind of clothes it felt a bit more natural than he was expecting. Moments later the boy gave a soft grumble to himself and pushed his size compressed pokeballs and map into pockets at each side of his ballet costume. He turned towards the nearby city and continued on towards his destination, the recent events replaying in his mind. Rural sidewalks and long stretching meadows turned to roadways and towering buildings.
Argol glanced to his left and right as more people began to join him on the sidewalk, both going past him on the opposite way and towards similar destinations. He was pulling a lot of stares and alarmed looks, not many of the city's residents at all used to seeing a cross dressing man walking out in the broad of day. Blood rushed to Argol's face and a bright blush formed over the bridge of his nose and filled each cheek. He turned his gaze down to the sidewalk but it didn't seem to help much, it was palpable with how powerful their stern looks were.
It was about then that the trainer began to feel blood rush elsewhere as well, and before he knew it his own cock was stiffening and pressing up against the silky fabric of his panties. His eyes grew wide and his mind began to race in an attempt to figure out what he should do. He wanted to get out of this city as fast as he could, at least in the forest on the opposite end of the metropolis there wouldn't be prying judgmental eyes of strangers. Walking too fast made his growing cock tip sway from side to side within the garment and encouraged his member to grow and fill further with blood. He wanted to stop so badly, to calm himself down but he didn't want to prolong his own suffering.
He began to bite down on his lip as he walked a bit faster. Letting out soft whimpers under his breath as a jolt of pleasure would streak up his form. He counted himself lucky that the dress was wide enough to hide his erection of which was now causing a large tent in his underwear. He could feel the front of his panties getting soaked in his own pre cum as well, and he began to curse himself in his mind. Why did he feel so turned on right now? Why was he enjoying this so much even though he knew he shouldn't be? The more he thought about his situation the more he began to feel light headed and unable to think at all. He had wondered into a much more busy section of the city by now, half way to his destination by what he estimated and he badly needed a break. Panting Argol looked up in time to see a dark confined alleyway that was nestled between two apartment buildings. His high heels clicked loudly on the sidewalk as he rushed for the dark crevice that promised sanctuary from the critical gazes of the other citizens, all of which only made his erection throb harder.
He was quick to cross the threshold of the two apartment buildings, their shadow casting over him in a cooling aura that was also sheltering from the hot sun. He stepped a bit deeper into the alleyway to make sure he was well away from the sidewalk before stopping next to a couple of dumpsters and a set of doors imbedded into one building. Argol braced his back against the muck covered wall and quickly grasped his stiff cock through his panties, stroking them lightly in an attempt to calm himself down but it didn't seem to help much. He let low moans escape each time he would exhale, his body slowly sliding down the wall until his rear end stopped at the ground. Argol could feel the grimy wet alley way cement begin to seep into his panties and soak his ass. He felt a bit frustrated, as the panties were rather nice, he hated to get them dirty.
Suddenly there was a movement and a flash of light from either side of the trainer. The light quickly took form and soon the boy was staring at his three Pokémon much like he had before in the witch's cottage, and their erections were still sticking straight out from between their legs. Argol gulped and looked down at the thick piers of wet flesh, nestled right above hefty cum filled ball sacks.
"Well well, look at our faithful trainer," mystic said with a soft laugh as she took center stage in front of him. Her cock bobbed just a foot away from his face and the trainer found himself staring down at it cross-eyed. Suddenly both Aria and Yuuko came up to him on either side, taking him by the arms and pulling him from the wall rather effortlessly which caused him to sprawl out on his knees in front of Mystic. Argol gave a grunt as he landed face down but when his eyes focused he realized Mystic had placed her high heel clad foot right in front of his face. "Lick this," she demanded. Argol didn't know what to do, frozen in time as his own Pokémon man handled his so roughly, his mind was swimming in a sea of horniness.
Almost reflexively his tongue eased out from his mouth and crossed over the black shining surface, streaking it with a wet line of saliva. It was about then that he felt hands on his ass and a tearing sound as his panties were ripped away from his body. He let out a soft whimper and jumped as he felt cool air touch his asshole right before an even colder tongue. Yuuko had pushed her face between her master's butt cheeks and was giving his exposed pucker and taint a cool licking almost as tentatively as he was slurping over his Gothetelle's high heel. It continued on for a few moments, and at one point Mystic had exchanged her wet foot for the other.
Argol felt his stiff cock become suddenly grasped by Aria and a hard, cool-to-the-touch appendage brace against his rear end. The boy was too intently on lapping at the glistening surface of Mystic's footwear to see what it was, but he didn't really need to. Anyone could tell what it was. The appendage rubbed up and down between his cheeks, tracing over his twitching bud and taint before the broad end braced to his hole and began to push against it. He had never done this sort of thing before and soon found it to be very painful. What saliva Yuuko used to lube up his entrance didn't seem to be adequate as her cock forced him open and began to delve inside. He felt cool pre cum spurt over his inner walls the deeper she began to go in which worked well to ease things along.
Abruptly the foot pulled away from Argol's tongue and a strong hand grasped the back of his head, pulling him up to so that he wasn't in such a groveling position. A very thick pale cock was leveled to his face and braced firmly against his cheek and lips, smearing its own line of pre cum over his skin. "Suck," Mystic demanded, taking advantage of Argol's still clouded mind. Without hesitation his mouth came open and his tongue hung out, eyes staring at the broad member with a dazed kind of expression on his face. The thick cock pushed open his mouth and bulged his cheeks as his Pokémon began to force it in. It was about then that Yuuko had hilted herself inside of the boy's tight insides, her hefty balls braced against his much smaller sack. She began to move her hips back and forth, pulling her length out to the half way point before pushing it all back in. Aria's hand began to pump Argol's still solid length, dripping its own pre cum she couldn't help but occasionally collect some on her other hand and taste her master's juices.
The strong Pokémon on either end of their trainer began to work in tandem, their throbbing rods of flesh would piston in and out, Yuuko's cock causing Argol's belly to bulge on some particularly hard thrusts while Mystic's dick would slam against the back of his throat. The frosslass grasped onto the hem of Argol's ballet dress and used it to yank him back onto her shaft. Mystic did the same with the clothing that covered his upper back. Their insistent yanking caused the material to rip and come apart, and their movement did become so much more aggressive. The rough surface of the alleyway ripped at the stockings on his knees and it seemed like his entire outfit would be in shreds by the end of this session.
Their pace and vigor increased dramatically and in unison, the two sharing their trainer felt their orgasms begin to draw near. It was quick and explosive, in the midst of the three grunting, moaning and sighing in ecstatic reverie their balls drew in close to their bodies and from each cock came an eruption of thick, frothy semen. Argol's eyes widened and he attempted to gasp but found much of the hot creamy mixture splash into his mouth and run down the back of his throat, causing him to couch and sputter, drinking the torrent he was forced to bear. Yuuko was experiencing the same, her cool feeling semen came pouring into Argol's bowels like a flood and helped to sooth some of the pain she was forcing him to feel. The two let out a howling crescendo, eyes closed and heads tilted back in euphoria. The boy was captured in the atmosphere of the moment as his own cock gave a hard jolt and began expelling cum onto the ground and into Aria's grasp. She giggled at the sight and seeing how little came out, but she was quick to lick the watery mixture from her fingers and palm once he was done ejecting his little amount.
Moments more passed and the two kept themselves firmly imbedded in their trainer, soon drawing away and letting their sticky, messy cocks fall away from his well-used orifices. The three stepped away from their master and looked down upon his shivering, broken posture. His clothing was badly ripped and dirtied down, where there wasn't rips there was dark brown grime and white cum streaks in the pink fabric. Then, just as quickly as they had appeared, the three Pokémon flashed again into light and streaked back into their respective pokeballs, leaving the boy alone. Argol couldn't help himself and fell again to his chest with his ass still in the air. The entirety of the situation came over him and he couldn't help himself but release his bladder, causing an acrid yellow stream of urine to splash out against the alleyway cement, something that wasn't likely to be an uncommon occurrence there. It was about then when the dark yellow puddle had fully formed around him and the thin stream had ceased that the door to the alley way opened, revealing a young girl not much older than Argol carrying a full garbage bag. She took one glance at the scene before her and gasped, dropping the garbage and quickly rushing to his side.
A couple hours later Argol emerged from the front door of the apartment complex dressed in new clothes. The outfit he wore now was now in the style of gothic loli, a black dress that cascaded down over his body stopping almost to his feet that were clad in ebony platform Mary-janes. He actually looked very similar to his own gothitelle. The white frilly edges of his dress swayed in the breeze, the white bows that were sewn into various places on the garment did the same and worked well to create a contrast, one that would likely work well to capture attention. Much like his outfit from before, a pair of silk panties clung tightly to his nether region and white stockings rode up to his upper thigh. The girl had been very generous and understanding of his situation and offered some insight to what he could do and how he was feeling. It wasn't a bad thing to get turned on while crossdressing in public, first of all, and there was an incredibly rare and powerful Pokémon named Mewtwo that resided in a cave just outside of the city. Along with the map he already had, Argol was given a new one to this cave in the hopes that he would be able to properly capture this new Pokémon to defeat the witch.
He now stared down at the new map as he made his way down the side walk. Fishnet covered hands and forearms held it up as he concentrated on it so well. Hours went by rather quickly, and there were no further incidents with his Pokémon. Once again he sported a rather rigid cock that rubbed around against the silky black panties. If not for the large dress everyone that stared at him would have been able to see the member sticking up from the waist band. It didn't take long and Argol soon found himself exiting the city and on his way towards the cave, however it seemed as though his new destination wasn't to be completely without a few hiccups.
As soon as he was on the new road with the cave entrance in sight there was the sudden flash from before and the sound of the pokeballs situated in the pockets of his dress springing open to release their contents. The trainer gasped as he saw them standing once again with their thick rigid cocks swaying from side to side and dripping thick pre cum to the ground. The boy frowned and took a step back, looking among them and at first he thought to run but he was suddenly pounced by all three Pokémon at once. They giggled and pulled at him, their much stronger forms pushing him into a position that he couldn't fight against. Clothing was torn once again, the bottom portion of his dress was sheered at the knee and his black, fluid soiled underwear were yanked off savagely.
Aria positioned herself underneath him and his legs were splayed wide, his weight full on her pelvis as her extra-long cock was forced up deep into her ass. This time none of the girls busied themselves with preparation, they all went into immediate action. The golden gardevoir began to drive herself up and down within her master causing him to whine out and moan but was soon silenced as Yuuko grasped either side of his head and pushed her white, cool cock into his mouth and began to work it down his throat, much like Mystic had before.
The gothitelle got down on her own knees and braced Argol's own small cock into her mouth and suckled, relying on Aria's aggressive movements to push and pull his length between her lips. Their actions were brutal and relentless, wet cocks that were still coated in old cum and Argol's own juices sloshed wetly in their destined orifices. They cooed, moaned, and sighed in lustful states of body interrupted only by their master gagging quite loudly with saliva dripping down his chin and soaking into what remained of his dress. Their movements were hard and vicious, his body once hurting from their earlier engagement was now feeling quite the opposite.
He swallowed around Yuuko's bucking dick as best he could, the salty mixture only to be replaced with more of her pre cum. The frosslass had lifted one of her hands from the boy's head and begun playing with her large voluptuous breasts. She pinched and played with her large blue nipples just as Aria grasped Argol's hips and began to concentrate, feeling her orgasm begin to come on quickly. Yuuko felt the same, and the combined feeling between them made a similar sensation spike within the young trainer. In unison their cum flooded from the three and Mystic was treated with a surprise delight as a pitiful amount of cum splashed to the back of her throat.
Aria and Yuuko let out a high pitched howl as they gushed a torrent of their thick semen within, filling Argol's bowels and throat so much that they erupted backwards and began spilling onto the ground and all over Argol's dress. It took a good minute for them to cease their heavy flows of seed, but when they were done the three discarded their trainer like someone might discard a cum filled tissue. They exchanged a few compliments to each other, cleaned up each other's cock of the mess they had made and then returned to their respective pokeballs.
The amount of soreness that Argol now felt was something he had never experienced before, but with his mission still in mind he slowly pulled himself up to his feet. His knees wobbled as he slowly began to walk forward again, his dress in tatters, exposing a lot of his skin now, including his cock. He was for the most part bottomless with his softening saliva covered cock hanging out for all to see. At this moment he didn't really care, he could still taste Yuuko's cum in his mouth and there was still so much of it all over the front of his once black dress. He sighed lightly to himself and shook his head, the cave entrance was coming closer, the sooner he was able to capture Mewtwo the faster he would be able to end this curse.