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Thunder rumbled overhead, the dark clouds threatening in only the way dark clouds could. Barry raced through the trees, panting hard, as he heard the wind pick up, and drops of rain start to hit the leaves over him. “Why here, why now...why not in town? Why did it have to be out in the wild?” he mumbled to himself in his rush, trying to avoid stumbling over roots and other hazards on the ground. The last thing he wanted was to be caught out there in the rain, get soaked and potentially struck by lightning, or potentially get caught in a raging tornado…

“Barry...can you sense me?” It was like someone else’s thoughts intruding in his head...which wasn’t that far off. Magus, his Alakazam, was trying to reach him telepathically. It wasn’t something he did that often, mainly due to a lack of necessity, but also because it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing for Barry. It was like a voice coming out of the blue without you expecting it, except you couldn’t really possibly expect the mental message.

“Magus, I hear you…”

“Kestrel’s found a cave for us. I’m going to guide you there...just follow the impulses, you’ll be there in no time.”

“Okay…” He wasn’t so sure it would be that fast, his Pokémon were quite speedy and they could cover a lot of ground...that was why they were out there rather than by his side, they were seeking shelter from the rain for all of them. Barry had only followed them vaguely, but the general direction was better than nothing. Now, he felt himself turning almost automatically, guided by a presence in his head...obtrusive, but he endured it, it would make him safer, and with the sound of droplets hitting more quickly he didn’t have time to waste second-guessing it.

He was regretting every moment of this, it was a bad idea to go out and try to travel at this point, he knew it was from the start. Barry had been a trainer for a while, and valued his Pokémon deeply, but he didn’t know if he was cut out for the whole traveling thing. For the most part, he had tended to stick to his own town, maybe visits to the next nearest one, rarely going outside his comfort zone in any way. He didn’t have much confidence in battles either, usually he let his Pokémon judge what the best course of action was...in all honesty, he wasn’t sure if he was really that cut out to be a trainer at all, but he’d invested enough in it that he didn’t want to give it up at this point.

He’d finally been convinced by friends and his Pokémon that he should at least try to travel a bit, experience the world and gain some growth. But it had always been hanging in the back of his head that it was a bad idea; he struggled to adapt to nature and was so withdrawn with unfamiliar places and people. He avoided other trainers like they were diseased, barely talked to anyone, and spent as much time as he could in one place. In town he rarely left his hotel rooms except to eat, and didn’t really see any of the sights to see...and between towns, he stayed on the path, rarely venturing anywhere else. The storm had been the first thing that had forced him to venture off, as he was too far away from town to get back in time. The woods had been his only hope for shelter, but even now as he was rushing through them he found them not to his liking. Heading back home was starting to sound better and better.

Eventually, just following the mental commands sent to him by Magus, he reached the cave, a smallish opening in the rock that went just deep enough to keep the wind and rain away. He managed to get inside before getting too wet, though some spots were apparent on his clothing. He almost collapsed once inside, the long run having drained him completely; only his Sceptile, Philos, kept him from hitting the rock. “You look exhausted...Magus, start a fire, we need to make sure he stays warm.”

“We don’t have enough wood to keep it for long,” Magus responded. A small pile had been gathered by their third, a Weavile named Kestrel, but it was clearly not something meant for a long burn.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got more!” Almost on cue, Kestrel came back with an armful of larger logs, fresh cuts clearly indicating that they hadn’t just been lying around. “Good thing there was a dead tree nearby, I don’t think we’d’ve had any luck with the fresh stuff.”

“Good enough. Let’s get set up here, we’re probably going to be in for a long night.”

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Magus’s concern turned out to be quite accurate, as the howling wind screamed outside the cave, pouring rain crashing through the trees, lightning roaring through the sky and thunder like explosions right outside their little refuge. It might have been worse if Magus hadn’t put up a barrier just inside the cave opening, preventing the wind and rain from blowing inside and making them colder than ever.

Philos kept the fire going, using the logs and some plant material from his own body to keep it going enough to warm them up. He was eyeing Barry with concern...their trainer had drawn his legs up against his body, holding his arms around them, keeping himself withdrawn and quiet. His eyes were wide and worried, and he had a vacant expression on his face, as if he was about to pass out at any moment. Which he possibly was; the stress of everything seemed to be catching up to him.

It was clear things weren’t going that well. But this also seemed to be the chance they were needing. Magus kept quiet, but a quick, surreptitious zap of Kestrel with Miracle Eye, and the two of them and Philos were joined in a telepathic link, away from the notice of their trainer. “I think this might be the straw that breaks the Camerupt’s back...unless we can give him the strength to carry on.”

“Maybe we were lucky that it happened here, where we might have a shot at changing his mind. Do you really think it’ll work?” asked Kestrel.

“I’ve been examining his mind...I think there’s a good chance it will. He’s aching for some kind of reward for all this, right now everything seems unpleasant and imposing to him and he doesn’t feel any pleasure from anything. He needs a reason to feel good...we can give that to him.”

“I know it’s not gonna matter but I’m repeating my strenuous objections to this course of action,” Philos said, and though he was hiding any change in expression to keep from revealing anything to Barry it sure sounded like he was trying to add a glare to his thoughts.

“You’re crazy, Philos, when you’re getting the best part of the deal!” Kestrel cracked.

“We’re still doing something wrong here! This is...it’s not something we should be pushing on him!”

“You agreed to be part of this, and swore you would do what you could to help,” Magus reminded him. “If you back out, we don’t look united, and that doesn’t give him confidence. Do you want to go back to being utter homebodies? I promise you, we won’t do anything that will hurt him...that would be the opposite of our goal. We want him to feel good, to be relaxed...we need you for that.”

“Hmph. I know...you’ve said that often enough. Doesn’t mean I feel great about it.”

“You’ll change your tune once we act, and you see how he responds. Now, let’s get started.”

Philos sighed audibly, but he knew he wasn’t backing out. Uncomfortable as he was with the idea of what they would be doing, he couldn’t stomach the idea of going back to the shut-in days of before. Maybe, just maybe, Barry would be okay with it, and he’d be willing to continue on. So, with resignation, he took the first initiative as they planned. “You look cold, Barry...are you all right?”

“...Fine…” He didn’t sound fine, probably for reasons other than cold, but there was a bit of shivering which told the story of him still struggling with it.

“You don’t look fine. Here, let me help…” Philos stood up and walked around to the other side of the fire, sitting down behind Barry. Slowly he worked his arms and legs around his trainer, getting as close as he possibly could. His front was up against Barry’s back; his arms snuck under Barry’s and pulled them slowly away from his legs, which his own legs worked under and spread out. “You want to open yourself up to the fire...the more you expose yourself to it, the more the warmth will hit. That will help you feel warmer in the long run...my body heat will help, too.”

“O-okay…” Barry’s face darkened slightly at the intimate contact with his Pokémon...Philos had never been so close before, not that it didn’t feel good to have him so close...he was so out of sorts, but the Sceptile’s contact was slightly offsetting that. And he was pretty warm, too, his body felt pretty nice against the slightly cool air. “Thanks...Philos…”

“It’s my pleasure, Barry.” The Sceptile’s hands started rubbing Barry’s body through his shirt, trying not to betray too much sensuality right off the bat. “Goodness...Barry, you feel so tense. Your body’s so tight, it feels like your muscles are about to snap.”

“That’s not healthy.” Now Kestrel came over, laying himself along Barry’s legs, looking up at his trainer with worried eyes. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you’re so tightly wound. When you’re so tense, you’re more rigid, and one false move will be a lot more painful.”

“I know...it’s just...hard.” Barry swallowed, it was nice for his Pokémon to be so worried about him, but he felt bad about what he put them through. They were a lot better at this than he was, for sure. “I don’t know how you do it...everything’s just so...scary. I don’t know if I can handle it...I’m sorry, I know you guys don’t like to hear that, but…”

“We believe you that you’re struggling, Barry...but there’s something we’ve been thinking about.” Magus was the last to get close, though he wasn’t quite as up in Barry’s personal space as the other two. “You start with such fear, and everything is so much more frightening. You may find that the world is less scary if you approach it with a peaceful mind, a clear head that doesn’t see the worst before everything else. This is how we differ from you…and it can be the key to your comfort.”

“Maybe...but I don’t know how I can do that. You guys are so much stronger, so much more capable...you can handle it all. I’m not...I don’t have the strength of a Pokémon or the ability to handle danger…”

“You don’t need that. All you need to do is relax...look at the world without so much tension, look at it and see what is truly there, not an illusion of your fears. This storm...it terrifies you, does it not? But what is there to be sacred of, when we are down here, sheltered and protected? You’re in no danger here...but you’re still so scared.”

“I...I just...what if we didn’t get in in time? That...what would’ve happened to us?”

“Why worry about that? We did get in in time. There’s no sense in worrying about what might have happened if this or that was different...it wasn’t like that, and nothing will change that.”

“But...it just means there are so many dangers out there...so much that could go wrong…”

“Some things will go wrong,” Philos said, murmuring into Barry’s ear. “But most things won’t. The things you’re scared of...most of them are like this storm, they can be dealt with in ways that make them harmless. Others can be prepared for and beat off before they get the chance to hurt. And even then, some things will still slip past...but you’ll learn as you go through them that they aren’t as bad as you think they are, and might even make you stronger for having gone through them.”

“I guess…” Barry didn’t sound all that convinced.

“And there are good things about being out here on your own. Perhaps we can show you…”

“Show me?”

“Yes…” Suddenly Philos’s hands reached down and snuck under his shirt, his bare claws and scaled fingers rubbing against his trainer’s skin, getting an eep out of him. “There are very good ways to feel really good that are best done in such seclusion as the wild offers…”

“Ph-philos? What are you-ah!” Barry was cut off by a clawed hand working his fly open, and before he knew what was happening, Kestrel was rubbing his dick through his underwear. “K-Kestrel!”

“Shhh…Barry, just relax...let us help you…” The Weavile’s voice was soft, soothing, even as he teased his trainer. “We’re worried about how worked up you are...so we decided to do something to make you feel good...to show you how rewarding being a trainer can be…”

“You don’t have to do anything...just let us help you relax,” Magus added, rubbing Barry’s head and sending a bit of mental stimulation through him. Barry could see his own cock emerging from its hidden slit, slowly growing larger before his eyes. “We’ll do all the work...you can trust us.”

Barry wanted to protest - not that they weren’t making him feel pretty good, but he’d never had sex before, much less with his own Pokémon! Wasn’t that wrong? Wasn’t that dirty? What would others say if they knew? Was this even legal? And sex...he wasn’t even sure whether he’d like it, whether this was something he really wanted. They would stop if he said to stop, right? Surely they wouldn’t force him to…

But then...it was like a flip of a switch in his head. He was so tired...so tired of worrying, so exhausted by his nervousness and what-ifs and all that...suddenly he just couldn’t keep it up anymore. In a moment, his mind went quiet, and it was almost like he went limp in the arms of his Sceptile friend. Friend, yes...closer friends he’d never had...he could trust them, they wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, they never had before and he was sure they never would...so maybe they were right. Maybe they would make him feel good. Maybe...he just had to give them a chance to show it. He would trust them, he would let them do what they wanted, and he would see how it turned out.

All three of them could sense the change, the tacit acceptance of their actions and the signal to go on further. Philos was stunned by it - he hadn’t expected Barry to really become accepting, much less so quickly. But it was heartening, at least...if he was willing, then he didn’t have any real objections to what was coming. Slowly he drew Barry’s shirt up over his head, his trainer moving only just enough to allow the progress of the garment. Once it was off, he cast it aside without a care and pulled his arms around Barry, his fingers rubbing against his nipples and making him moan very quietly. The trainer could feel something long and slick pressed against the flesh of his back...Philos was as aroused as Magus was, and he was most likely even bigger than the Alakazam, who he could see was pretty well-endowed himself. That should have scared him, but his weary mind didn’t allow it, too lost in its self-imposed respite.

Magus looked down and nodded to Kestrel. Slowly, with a bit of psychic assistance, Barry’s lower body raised up a bit, raised until it was all the way off the ground. As soon as he felt the opening, Kestrel worked his claws under the waistband of Barry’s shorts and underwear, pulling them slowly off his trainer and baring him to the three Pokémon. Already he was getting slightly aroused, his cock hardening under the pleasuring treatment...and he looked so much more relaxed already, leaning back against Philos and moaning quietly into the Sceptile.

“That’s right...don’t worry about a thing right now, let us show you how good it can be.” Magus’s voice was soft and gentle, doing its best to put him further at ease. The Alakazam started floating in the air a bit, raising his lower body up to head level for Barry, his length brought up to the trainer’s face. It was almost on reflex that Barry opened up his mouth, allowing the tip inside and starting to lick and suck at it; though he hadn’t done it before, he’d seen and heard enough to know some general things, and it seemed obvious enough what he’d be doing. The quiet moan from Magus above him made it seem like he was doing it right.

Kestrel moved in next, slipping in underneath the floating psychic and taking hold of Barry’s sides, careful not to do any damage with his claws. His legs spread and wrapped slightly around Barry’s body, his rear end hovering over the human’s fully hardened dick. Slowly he lowered himself down, cooing pleasantly as he felt himself get filled with the boy’s length. Barry let out a quiet gasp as the Weavile’s tight rear engulfed him; it was cool, in fact cold, but far from being unpleasant it was an oddly sensual coldness, fresh and stimulating and wonderful. One of his arms wrapped around Kestrel as he began to ride Barry, taking a nice even pace to keep him relaxed. He even leaned forward and started licking teasingly at Barry’s nipples, replacing Philos’ fingers with something even better, the chilliness once again pleasant rather than hostile.

Philos was the last to take his position, and though he remained slightly uncertain, at this point Barry was already engaged and willing and he wouldn’t be doing anyone any favors by backing out. He slid his legs a bit further under the slightly raised human, dragging his cock along the cleft of Barry’s ass until his tip poked against his hole. Slowly he pressed in, stretching Barry open around his sizable length with extreme care, mindful of the sounds he was making and ready to pause at a moment’s notice if he noticed any discontent.

Barry wasn’t feeling any discontent; indeed, it felt quite nice, the stretching was easy and stimulating, not painful at all. Being filled so deeply and thickly by Philos’ cock, he’d never understood how something like that could feel good but now he was getting it first-hand, he’d never doubt it again. Although tempted to push back, it felt better just resting and letting the Sceptile do the work; he didn’t try to stop him at all, letting the full thing enter into him, spearing him deeper until he felt the lizard’s hips against him. Now Magus let the levitation fall, allowing Barry’s full weight onto his own power again, but Philos took over a moment later, his arms going under the human’s legs and lifting him up, off of his cock slowly until just the tip was inside, then gradually letting him back down. It felt even better the second time, all the tension from his ass was easing now that he’d started to really feel it. Slowly he lost himself in the pleasures, his two halves being simultaneously engaged, and even the taste of Magus adding on to it.

Now each of them started settling into a rhythm, independently but in accordance with each other. Magus moved the least, letting Barry do what he wanted to on his own time, not wanting to overwhelm the boy by going too far into his mouth and making it hard for him to breathe. Philos was also rather held in place, his arms doing most of the work to raise and lower Barry at a steady pace, rather glad it was like this and not with him on top and able to move so much more freely, that might not have been so much fun for his trainer. Kestrel was the most active, lifting and dropping himself at a decidedly faster clip, moaning as he guided himself to the strongest pleasures he could feel with Barry’s cock spearing him. He shifted and squirmed a bit every now and then to get the best angle, shuddering occasionally when he caught his prostate with a solid thrust. His own dick was leaking steadily, most of it dripping onto Barry’s stomach, the short barbs occasionally making contact with the human’s skin and lightly scratching him.

And in the middle of it all, Barry was feeling many unfamiliar feelings. All the pleasures were steadily getting better by the second, building within him in a wonderful crescendo under the multitudinous attention. And it wasn’t just the pleasure; no, for the first time in ages, he truly felt relaxed, at ease, not stressed out or tense or overwhelmed. The strong creatures around him, surrounding him and ensuring he came to no harm...he could trust them, he knew he was safe, he truly felt safe.

His relief meant he was becoming more amenable to what was happening around him, more at ease with the sexual acts and more wanting to give back what he was getting so well. His arm pulled Kestrel in, holding the Weavile closer as he worked himself over Barry’s shaft, while his other gripped Philos’ arm, helping to steady himself and make it easier for the Sceptile to work his magic. And his head started bobbing and sucking more actively on Magus’s meat, trying to grant him some measure of the euphoria he was feeling. As he did, he could feel them better, hear them better...their moans of pleasure echoing his own feelings, though he could scarcely be heard himself with his mouth so occupied.

Time seemed to become remote, unattended; so lost did they all become that any thought of how long they were occupied was of no consequence. The focus was purely on themselves and each other, the positive feelings they all had, reveling not only in their own pleasure but that of their compatriots, even if they weren’t the ones causing it. Their cave became a place outside of the world, a refuge for them and them alone to do what they desired, what they almost needed to do to finally move on, and nothing would matter until they had accomplished what they had set out for. And as the pleasures began to bubble to the limits their bodies could take, the cares faded further out of their minds, washed over by the burgeoning ecstasy which commanded its takeover.

It was not a surprise that Barry was the first one to hit his peak; attended to so robustly, and with his inexperience, control was virtually nonexistent. He clutched to his partners as the force of it overtook him, shooting inside Kestrel as he jerked and writhed against Philos, eyes almost rolling into his head as the sheer power of it threatened to black him out. He hung in just enough to keep aware of it all, just enough to fully appreciate the energy that rushed through him and the further relief it brought...almost like all his anxieties were being shot out of him with his seed, leaving him empty of the worst of it.

Kestrel followed him fairly soon after, holding tight to Barry as he drove himself down hard onto the shooting shaft. A soft cry escaped him as he let his own essence spurt out against their bodies, cold and wet, getting caught between fur and skin as they clutched each other tightly. He couldn’t help but grind himself against his trainer’s stomach, the barbs poking and scratching a bit more but his seed providing a soothing feeling where they had raked over him. It was difficult for Kestrel to keep his claws from digging in, he had to effortfully force himself to keep them from digging down into the human’s body, not wanting to ruin the moment this late.

Just as Barry and Kestrel were about at the end of their respective climaxes, Philos began his. The Sceptile hissed loudly, his grip tightening as his seed flushed into his trainer, filling him with a thick warmth that seemed to cling to his insides and relax him further. His body already waning against the reptile as the intensity of his peak left him, he found himself rapidly more soothed by the feeling of that fluid pumping into him, a pleasure and fullness that just felt so right within the confines of his body. His arm which had been holding him reached up to stroke Philos’ face, getting a soft purr out of him at the gesture.

It took longer due to the somewhat less forceful pleasure being delivered, but Magus finally hit the mark in the end. Barry clung to him as he moaned out his warning, letting the first thick burst of seed rush into his mouth, flooding his taste buds with the potent taste of male, an unusual tang that wasn’t as bad as he thought it might be. He swallowed fitfully, making just enough space to be filled moments later by the next shot, over and over as he strained to keep up with the flow. It was a lot to handle, but he didn’t let Magus pull away, finishing his role as he felt he ought to, draining him until he was sated and the flow tapered off. Only then did Barry release him, swallowing what he had left and letting out a contented sigh.

He was worn out, but it felt so nice. Barry slumped against Philos, and the Sceptile laid back, holding his trainer against him and sharing his warmth as they rested. Kestrel kept himself against Barry as well, nuzzling him comfortingly; a moment later, he was joined by Magus, who held himself against both of them, keeping the four of them in a tight bundle and Barry well-buffeted in a safety wrap of Pokémon.

It wasn’t long before Barry felt himself drifting off, the easiest path to sleep he’d had since leaving home. Maybe they were right...it wasn’t all bad out here, if they had chances to do things like this. He knew he should trust them, just as they trusted him...they would help him and keep him safe from what there was to worry about, and there probably really was less than he thought. Tomorrow he’d probably feel antsy again...it wouldn’t all go away overnight. But now he had more reason to believe it would get easier, it would get better...maybe he could find the strength to keep going after all.