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Rubrum gently cradled the charcoal drawing in his paw as he squinted at the dark, smudged figure. Bipedal, a short mop of hair, nondescript clothing. Smooth, light skin. The Lucario adjusted his glasses and leaned closer, attempting to discern an identifiable detail in the awkward figure – but the drawing was far too simple.

“It could be a Pokémon," Rubrum said, and placed the page on the polished oak. He then reclined against his stiff wooden chair and added, “A Mr. Mime, a Gardevoir – a Sawk maybe."

Maestro replied, “A Sawk doesn't have hair." He then gingerly grasped a nearby teacup, raised the hot porcelain to his lips. His gaze absently meandered around the red-brown walls of Rubrum's dormitory. “And I've never seen a Pokémon like this. The closest would be a Machoke."

“Well, eyewitness accounts are seldom accurate," Rubrum said. “Whatever the case, we need to be ready for anything." Then, a polite knock on the door. The sound made Maestro's ears perk up.

“They're here," Rubrum announced, and smiled. He then stood and walked to the door, unlatched its locks, and swung it open.

He said, “Fey, Asher. Thank you for coming on such short notice." He then gave Asher a quick hug, patted Fey on the head.

“No problem," Asher replied, and glanced at Maestro. “Oh. Looks like the whole gang's here. What's the occasion?"

Fey pouted, “This better be important. I had to wake up early from my nap."

Rubrum nodded, motioned toward the table in the center of his dorm. “Sit down and I'll explain," he said. “Don't worry – it's nothing bad. We just have a new mission from the Board of Directors."

“Wait, a mission?" Asher asked, and pulled out his chair. “When?"

“Tomorrow morning," Rubrum explained. “We'll be setting off on a… day trip. Don't worry, I've already alerted your classes of your absence."

Fey huffed, hopped up onto the chair. “Thank Arceus," he said. “I did not wanna go to class tomorrow." He then grasped his teacup with his ribbons, grinning at its warmth. “But, uh… where will we be going?"

“We'll be patrolling Augusta's border," Rubrum explained. “It's come to our attention that a… human… may have been spotted nearby."

Asher's eyes widened. “A human?" he asked. “There's no way. All the way from East Illumina?"

“Supposedly."

Fey huffed and asked, “Wait. Who reported this?"

“A pair of patrol guards. Let's see…" Rubrum then dug around in the dossier before him, revealing a page littered with dense black text. He continued, “It was… a Marshtomp and a Shuckle. They saw the humanoid figure yesterday afternoon at the eastern wall, but couldn't give chase. They got a good look, though. The humanoid then fled into the underbrush."

Maestro guffawed. “Of course they couldn't give chase. Marshtomp and Shuckle are horribly slow," he said.

Asher leaned forward, his bunny ears perked, and ignored Maestro's laughter. He asked, “Any report on what the human was doing?"

“Inspecting the wall, apparently," Rubrum said. “But in any case, we have to take this matter seriously. This may very well be a case of mistaken identity – but if it isn't, we need to know how a human managed to cross the Great Divide into Augustan territory."

Fey chirped, “Are the guards sure it was a human?"

“As sure as they could be," Rubrum replied. “I saw their faces; they were quite disturbed. Neither of them had ever seen a human before in-person." The Lucario then sighed, adjusted his vest. “But neither have we. So we will have to use our best judgment here."

A moment of silence. Asher pointed a limp finger at the charcoal drawing on the table's center. He said, “I assume that is a drawing of the human?"

“Yes," Rubrum replied, and handed the page to Asher. “Take a look. See if you can notice anything new."

Asher then stared for a moment at the page, smacked his lips. Fey peered silently over his shoulder.

“I mean… it looks like all the other illustrations of humans I've seen," Asher said. “That said, most of the drawings I've seen are from merchants going to East Illumina. And they usually aren't great artists."

“Same here," Maestro added, and sipped his tea. “The drawing is generic. It's almost a carbon copy of the official human warnings we see plastered in the Academy Hall. Similar clothing, hair, even the body type. For all we know, these Pokémon are reporting what they want to see."

Rubrum raised an eyebrow and replied, “That's a possibility. But the Board is being cautious. If this is a human, it would mean a massive breach in national security. So needless to say, keep this secret."

Asher tapped his foot, idly picked at his lip. “How tall was the human?" he asked.

“Somewhere around six feet," Rubrum explained. “Maestro offered the possibility earlier that it could be a Machoke, but–"

“He looks cold."

Breath suddenly caught in Rubrum's throat, stopping him mid-sentence. An abrupt silence enveloped the room as the group then turned to look at Fey. Anxiety washed over the Sylveon's face.

“What?" Rubrum asked.

Fey swallowed and replied, “I just said he looks cold. Yaknow, since winter is coming and he has no fur. But he's wearing short sleeves. That's weird, right?"

Another pause. The group then craned their necks over the table, all staring at the thick paper. Fey was right – the human wore a simple short-sleeved shirt, upheld by small buttons. Rubrum shook his head.

“Fey… you might be onto something."

Fey recoiled. “Really?"

“Yes," Rubrum replied, his tail wagging excitedly. “Let's all think through this. The distance between Augustua's walls and the Great Divide is…"

“About five days of travel," Maestro said. “Give or take."

“Right." Rubrum motioned outward with his paw and continued, “So, imagine you are a human who has traveled five days in the wilderness. And in the middle of a cold snap, no less. Would you be wearing these clothes?"

Maestro grinned. “No, I wouldn't," he said. “Which means he must have a change of clothes somewhere nearby."

“Not to mention he doesn't seem to be carrying a pack," Rubrum added. “Such a journey would require food, water, extra clothes – but he doesn't seem to be carrying anything. Which means he must have a camp near the eastern wall."

Maestro nodded, a paw on his chin. He said, “You're probably right."

“That narrows down where we should look," Asher chimed in. “He would only be able to camp in flat places – yaknow, somewhere he could pitch a tent."

“So we'll prioritize any meadow within a day's travel of the eastern wall," Maestro said.

“Yes! I was thinking we'd start with…"

“...Of course…"

And so the conversation melted into Fey's periphery. He wasn't quite sure how his initial observation led them to this point, but he was happy to contribute anyway. These meetings were just so tiring – he could hardly keep up. Fey's eyes began to slowly glaze over, his eyelids suddenly heavy as the droning voices of the other Pokémon slurred together. Fuck, he really needed a nap. And his research paper needed to be done by tonight…

“Hey. Thanks for pointing that out, Fey."

The Sylveon's eyes bolted open. “Huh?"

Maestro repeated, “Thank you, Fey. For pointing out the clothes."

“I–It's no problem," Fey mumbled. “Sorry, I'm like, super sleepy, haha." And he rubbed his ribbons over the back of his head.

Asher rolled his eyes. “Aww. Do you want me to carry you back to your dorm?" he teased.

Fey blushed, covering his face. “Wha – no! Of course not!"

Asher smirked, leaned back in his chair. “Really?" he asked. “Because your tail is wagging super hard right now." And indeed it was. Fey's fluffy tail beat steadily against the floor. Its thumping reverberated off the walls.

“Sh–shut up!" Fey sputtered, his face reddening. And the room erupted in laughter. Asher rubbed his palm lightly against Fey's back.

“Don't worry," Asher said, then stood and turned to Rubrum. “Hey, is it alright if we get instructions for tomorrow via missive? I have class in a minute, and I'm pretty sure Fey here has some urgent sleep to attend to."

Rubrum nodded. He said, “I can do that. Expect a letter by this evening."

“Good," Asher said. “Now, if you don't mind…" And he wrapped his large paws around Fey's undercarriage, raising the canine against his chest like a baby. Raucous laughter filled the room.

“H–hey!" Fey yelped, surprised at the Cinderace's touch. “Put me down! I don't need to be carried!"

“But do you like it?" Asher asked.

“Y–yes…"

“Then here we go," Asher chirped, and stepped awkwardly toward the door. Fey squirmed in his grasp, whimpering as he was hugged against the Cinderace's warm chest. Maestro giggled at the absurd sight.

“I'll see you all tomorrow!" Asher yelled, and opened the door with his foot.

Rubrum responded, “Of course. Stay safe."

---

Maestro pushed thin twigs from his face, his foot vaulting gracefully over a decaying log. The midday sun permeated the tree cover and danced along the forest floor. Flecks of gold scattered over the desiccated leaves. The buzz of Ninjask filled the air.

“One more Ariados and I'm gonna lose it," Fey said, raising his green-stained paws over a pile of detritus. His long pink ears laid flat along his head. Dirt accrued on his damp fur.

Rubrum waved his paw and replied, “All the Bug types are just searching for someplace warm to spend the winter. Pay them no mind."

“I know, I know. It's just…bleh. It's so gross."

Maestro frowned. “Bug types have feelings too. Be respectful while you're in their home, Fey."

Fey grimaced, swatted his tail. “Fine," he said. “Just try not to swat me with any more branches."

Soon afterward, the Pokémon stopped for a moment among the wood. Rubrum sipped from his canteen, his voice jovial. “Okay everyone, listen up. This is the last glade on our list," he announced. “It's also the most likely to have an encampment. So keep your eyes peeled."

“Aye aye, captain," Asher replied. “I'm guessing we're gonna find a vantage point first?"

“Yes," Rubrum said. “Just follow my lead."

And so the four of them crept silently through the woods. Boughs swished overhead, bolts of wind cut through the tree line and ruffled their fur. The occasional spiderweb netted their heads, stuck onto their legs, until they neared the wide pasture.

“Crest's Rest," Rubrum announced, and double-checked his map. His legs waded through knee-high weeds as the trees thinned beside him. “This is an old battleground."

Fey asked, “Humans, right?"

Rubrum nodded and explained, “One hundred and fifty years ago, the Academy and their army came from overseas and established a community here in Illumina. The neighboring humans didn't take kindly to that." He sighed, marching toward a nearby hill. “Legend says the humans could make a Pokémon's head explode from across the battlefield."

Maestro scoffed. “What a silly legend."

“It may not be as silly as you claim," Rubrum replied. Plush grass bowed under his feet. “The mystery of Aurum is ongoing. Perhaps the humans developed a weapon we haven't imagined yet."

Asher puffed out his cheeks. He said, “Well, whatever they had, we still fought them off."

“Somehow," Rubrum pondered. “Sometime soon, I'd like to begin an archaeology dig somewhere in this field. There could be something important under our feet. Maybe even one of those weapons."

Fey frowned. His voice quivered. “Professor, you don't think this human will be dangerous… do you?"

Rubrum shook his head. “I doubt it," he said. “Our goal here is to retrieve the human, not to fight them."

“And if the human resists?" Maestro asked, his brow furrowed. “We might be forced to fight. We should account for that."

“I'll make sure it doesn't come to that," Rubrum explained. “I know the humans' dialect. I've never spoken it to an actual human, but… I know enough to explain ourselves." He then flashed a smile at his group and added, “Besides, you should know by now I would never let harm come to my students."

The Lucario then stopped at the base of the hill, collecting his thoughts. “Now, we need to be silent as we climb. We don't know what is on the other side. Understood?"

The group then nodded and fell in tow behind Rubrum. Slowly, the four Pokémon climbed the grassy mound. Its surface was steep; the team was forced to crawl on all-fours, hugging their body against the hill's surface, before emerging on its round top.

Rubrum stood first, brushing loose dirt from his scratchy vest before looking out over the sunkissed glade. He wordlessly scanned the ground as his companions piled in behind him, peering into the sea of swaying grass.

“...There it is," Rubrum said.

Maestro's eyes widened as he gazed upon the field. A small campsite stood idle in the center of the glade, some three hundred yards away: a simple brown tent, a chair, a campfire surrounded by a ring of rocks. However, its inhabitant was nowhere to be seen.

“That campsite… it looks big enough for one person," Asher remarked. He tapped his foot on the ground. “Do we approach?"

Maestro huffed, fiddled with his mask. “We should wait until nightfall," he said. “Then we can take him by surprise."

Rubrum snapped his head toward Maestro and replied, “No. We cannot risk coming across as aggressors. Remember – we're diplomats."

“And if he attacks us while we approach?" Maestro asked. “We'll be at a disadvantage. We need to think about our own safety."

“I am thinking of our own safety," Rubrum argued. “We approach now, neutrally and respectfully. These are my orders. End of discussion." He sighed. “Now…I'll lead." He then began down the other side of the hill. The rest hesitantly followed, the campsite growing nearer and nearer.

The campfire was mere embers by the time they arrived, smoldering under half-burnt logs. A strange chair sat bedside it – partially metal, partially composed of a taut gray fabric. The team quietly ignored it and instead stood in a crowd outside the camp's simple tent. Rubrum readied himself in front while the others circled behind. Each waited with bated breath.

Maestro then glanced at Rubrum, stifling a nervous giggle at the scene's absurdity. The professor was preoccupied with straightening his vest and dusting dirt off his fur. Satisfied, the dapper Lucario then cleared his throat and stood tall, as if about to give a lecture – a very awkward one.

“Hello!" Rubrum announced, his voice cracking under the weight of his nerves. “Please excuse us, sir! We apologize for the… intrusion… but we are scientists from the nation of Augusta. We come in peace and only wish to speak! I mean, um, to govoreet! Please exit the tent so that we may… do so."

A pause as Rubrum's words hung in the air. Then, shuffling from inside the tent. The sound made Rubrum's fur stand on-end. Maestro held his paws behind his back, an Energy Ball silently forming between them. And in one surreal motion, a human head then poked from within the tent's flaps. For just a moment, the world froze as the human scanned the Pokémon in front of him. His jaw hung open. A gasp fell from his tensed throat.

“By gob," the human said. “A Pokémon."

“Arceus!" Fey exclaimed. “It's actually a human."

Rubrum shot an annoyed glance at Fey, then turned back to face the human. He said, “Yes, we are Pokémon from Augusta to the west. Please… come out. We just want to govoreet."

The human awkwardly nodded and stood, donning his glasses and emerging from the tent. His frame was lanky, skinny, and pale – just as the illustration had depicted. A thick long-sleeve sweater adorned his upper half, patched brown pants covered his legs. His stance was crooked, his nose guiding his body as he stumbled forward.

Maestro couldn't help but notice how weak the human appeared. The boy's muscles were puny despite his superior height. Even the way he awkwardly stumbled out of his tent – he was nothing like the humans of legend. Nothing at all.

Begrudgingly, the Energy Ball faded from Maestro's palms. It wouldn't be necessary.

“H–hello," the human said, and tapped his glasses. His accent was thick, permeated by a stinted, quick cadence. He added, “I didn't know you had otchkies in Augusta too, haha."

“We do," Rubrum replied, and adjusted his own glasses. “My name is Rubrum. I'll be your interpreter." He then motioned toward the group. “And these are my malchicks. We're here to gather information about you."

The human took a deep breath, flapped his wrists as if snapping himself back into reality. He then extended an open hand toward Rubrum, expecting a handshake. “My name is Sam," he said. “I am an explorer. It's… nice to meet you."

Rubrum simply stared at Sam's hand, unable to comprehend the gesture. The Lucario then awkwardly laid his paw against Sam's fleshy palm and slid it across. Sam smiled nervously. The other Pokémon looked on in utter confusion.

“Right," Sam said, and anxiously shifted his stance. “You, uh, probably don't know what a handshake is. Sorry."

Rubrum nodded, looked askance. “No, I do not." He then cleared his throat. “Now… please tell me what you are doing in Augusta. This mesto is dangerous for your kind."

Sam took a deep breath, gritted his teeth. “Right," he said. “I am here because I'm searching for… artifacts. From the war. And to meet Pokémon." He sighed. “I am sorry. That must seem very strange to you."

Rubrum's ears perked, his tail wagged. “ Did you say artifacts?"

Maestro narrowed his eyes. He asked, “Professor, is this man an archaeologist?"

“There are weapons under the ground. Very, very old weapons," Sam continued. A faint smile rose to his face. Talking about his work seemed to put him at ease. “I was hoping to kopat here and take my findings across the Great Divide. These artifacts are rare. Retrieving a few would guarantee me a career - and afterward, perhaps I could sell them to university."

Rubrum nodded and motioned around the field. “How long ago did you arrive?"

“Three days," Sam replied. He rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly. “I'm guessing those millicents saw me by the wall, aye?"

The Lucario nodded. “They did," he said. “It's why we're here."

“Mmm. It was stupid of me to approach the wall," Sam mumbled. He stared at the ground, rubbed the back of his head. “I figured a quick peek at the architecture wouldn't hurt. This is what I get for being so curious."

Rubrum pursed his lips and replied, “Right. Well, you would've been found out eventually." He then took a deep breath, puffed out his chest. “If you wouldn't mind telling us, we need to know how you crossed the Great Divide."

Sam froze. He then looked around, as if contemplating his response, and said, “The concrete. It rots. In some places, you can… kopat under it."

Rubrum nodded solemnly. “So, the Great Divide has weakened?" he asked. “I thought it was impenetrable."

“The charlies keep it a secret," Sam explained. “By holy order, the wall is upheld. But I think… if I can get back, if I can show them what's out here… they'll see it's not bad. There's history here."

Rubrum tilted his head. “Charlies?" he asked.

“The…" Sam's lips quivered as he searched for the right words. “Holy men. Presidente, and his cronies. They say Pokémon are evil. Elemental devils. Savages. But I… I don't believe it." He held his hands out, exposing his neck. “We still trade with you, no? Merchants come by sometimes. Pokémon cannot be all bad. And I thought… if I could talk to you, I could write about it back home. I want to convince people you're not evil. And maybe make some money off it, heh."

Rubrum nodded. “That is admirable," he said. “But I fear we won't be able to let you go home at the moment. We're under orders to take you back to Augusta."

Sam recoiled and took a step backward. “T–to Augusta?" the human sputtered. “No. No, I can't. Not to those bratchnies."

The sudden movement put the Pokémon on-guard. Asher deftly assumed a fighting stance, and an Energy Ball formed in Maestro's palms once more. “What is he saying?" Maestro spat. “Was that a threat?"

“Stand down!" Rubrum ordered, a scowl stretching across his maw. “None of you are to take up arms against the human unless given my orders. Stop it. Now. Understood?"

Begrudgingly, the team then stilled themselves. Rubrum slowly met Sam's gaze again, showing his hands to be empty.

“We mean no harm, I assure you. So I need to ask – why wouldn't you want to return with us?" Rubrum asked.

Sam swallowed and replied, “Your people – the Board – they kill us. Humans who go to Augusta don't come back. Surely, you must know."

Rubrum shook his head. “No, no. That can't be true. The Board is just taking precautions." He smiled anxiously and continued, “I don't know what you've heard, but the Board is kind to us."

“That's not what I know," Sam said. “The history books… they speak for themselves. Even now, there's talk in Grand City. Not a single emissary has returned from Augusta. Not a one. And I…I don't want to die."

Rubrum's eyes narrowed. He said, “Er… understood. I… need to talk about this with my malchicks, then. One moment." He then turned to face the team, who looked upon him with concern.

“What's he saying?" Asher asked. “I can hardly understand that gibberish."

Rubrum adjusted his glasses and replied, “The human is here to dig for artifacts and learn about Pokémon. It seems he's an academic, too. But he doesn't want to come back with us to Augusta."

Maestro scoffed, “He doesn't want to come back? Why not?"

“Says he's afraid he'll be killed."

Fey pouted. “But the Board wouldn't do that! They're fair to humans… right?" And a pregnant silence ensued. In truth, none of them had ever heard of a human entering Augusta, let alone standing before the Board. The realization made Rubrum uneasy.

“Our job is to retrieve the human," Rubrum said. “I was never told what would occur afterward. I'm sorry."

Asher frowned. He asked, “Is there a genuine possibility he will be imprisoned? Or killed?"

“Truthfully? I don't know," Rubrum replied. “This situation is so rare… it may as well be unprecedented."

Fey pattered his feet unsteadily. He pouted, “I–I don't like this. I feel weird bringing a human back to Augusta."

Maestro then scowled at Fey. “C'mon. This is ridiculous," he spat. “The human crossed the Great Divide. The least he could've done is maintained his cover, but he didn't even do that. Did he expect he'd be welcomed with open arms?"

Asher then stepped forward. He asked, “Maestro… do you really think that warrants imprisonment? Or death? We may be signing this human's death wish."

“I'm just saying our orders aren't our fault," Maestro replied. “We have a job to do. We need to follow through on it."

Another pause. The Pokémon exchanged worried glances, attempting to gauge each others' reactions. Fey and Asher donned deep frowns; Rubrum and Maestro stared intensely at one another.

“It's getting late," Rubrum finally said. “And I don't think our wits are about us at the moment. We should stay the night at this camp and make our decision in the morning."

“Decision?" Maestro asked, his brow furrowed. “There's no decision to be made. We cannot disobey the Board. Don't tell me you're considering lying to them."

Rubrum swallowed and replied, “Be honest with me, Maestro. If I chose to disobey the Board, would you report me for treason?"

“What? I…" Maestro's expression softened. “Professor, think about this. We can't return empty-handed. And all because of, what? A human's rumor? For all we know, he could walk free tomorrow afternoon."

“You didn't answer my question."

Maestro huffed, his posture spilling forward. “No, of course I wouldn't report you. I… I just…I'm trying to protect us, Rubru– I mean, professor. If the Board smells any treasonous intent, we'd be out on our asses in the Intermediary Zone. Where would we go then?"

Rubrum looked around the group, then shrugged. “I don't know. But if we do choose to let the human go… we have all night to formulate a proper excuse."

Asher nodded. He said, “I think it would be a good idea to stay the night, regardless of what we choose. Sunset is in less than an hour. And, well… we're all feeling kinda emotional. Our decision making will be better in the morning."

“I agree," Fey chirped. And the three Pokémon gazed expectantly at Maestro. The feline's glassy eyes shone from beneath his mask, then relented.

“Fine," Maestro said. “We'll sleep here tonight. But I expect us to have a serious discussion about this later."

Rubrum smiled. “Of course," he said. “Thank you, Maestro." He then turned to face the human.

“Excuse us, Sam, but it's getting late… would you mind if we camped in this mesto for the night?"

---

“It's droogs," Sam said in-between bites of bean stew.

Maestro stifled a laugh. “Droogs? Are you serious?"

Rubrum limply pointed a wooden spoon at Maestro and said, “He's being serious. Droogs means 'Friends' in Human."

The explanation made Maestro guffaw. “That is so silly," he said, and slapped his knee. “How about… um…" And he glanced at his plate. “How about 'Potatoes?' What's that in Human?"

“Kartoffel?" Rubrum replied, and looked to Sam for validation. The Lucario pointed at the human's plate. “Kartoffel, yes?"

Sam nodded. “Yes, Kartoffel and kleb."

Asher shoved a bite into his mouth and smacked, “Yaknow, Maestro, the human's dialect isn't so different from ours when you get down to it. You just need to listen closer."

“I am listening closely," Maestro shot back. “I just can't understand that human for the life of me. The words go right over my head."

Rubrum shot a glance at Maestro. “Be respectful," he said. “Sam has already been through enough. Address him by his name."

“Fine, fine," Maestro said, and cleared his throat. “But in all honesty, I am very interested in Human language. It almost seems like the ancient Aurum language."

A brief silence then ensued as the crowd chewed. They all stared wordlessly into the roaring fire. Logs crackled within, breaking down on top of one another and filling the air with soft crackles.

“E–erm. I actually have a question," Sam sputtered. He flashed a nervous smile at Rubrum and asked, “Do all Pokémon wear… clothes?"

The question caught Rubrum off-guard. He raised an eyebrow and responded, “Yes. Well, most Pokémon in Augusta wear clothes. But not like you. You cover your entire body."

Sam nodded. “Yes, we cover our bodies." He then laughed and continued, “When I first saw your, um… I was very confused. It is impolite to show that where I am from."

Rubrum raised an eyebrow. “My… what?"

Sam looked away, clearly embarrassed. “Your, um." And his finger pointed at Rubrum's furry package, glowing orange by the firelight. Rubrum recoiled, his face reddening.

“M–my penis?" Rubrum asked. “Oh, dear. Well, um…"

Fey scrunched his nose, surprised at the change in Rubrum's tone. “What are you two talking about?"

“Did he just call your dick small?" Asher joked.

Rubrum quickly waved his paw at the pair, trying to dispel the notion. “No, no! He was just commenting on cultural differences, that's all. Because… humans cover their genitals, but we don't."

Fey giggled, his ribbons flying to cover his maw. “Does he want to touch your dick?" he teased.

“Fey!" Rubrum yelped, his cheeks reddening. “Inappropriate! We're his guests!"

Maestro smacked his lips, not looking up from his plate. “I wouldn't mind seeing what a human penis looks like," he said.

Asher shrugged and said, “Neither would I. It doesn't have fur, does it? It's why they need to cover themselves up like that."

“It probably looks like a sausage," Fey snickered. Raucous laughter then erupted from the students. Rubrum buried his head in his hands.

“Since when are my students such perverts?" he mumbled to himself. “This is what I get for being a pervert myself. I swear, I'm getting too old for this…"

Sam then politely tapped on Rubrum's shoulder, his eyes earnest. “Excuse me, professor," he said. “Your students are laughing. What are they talking about?"

Rubrum donned a tight-lipped frown and replied, “They're being foolish, Sam. I'm so sorry. Pay no attention to them."

“They are talking about me, yes?" Sam asked.

Rubrum sighed. “Yes, they are. Again, pay them no mind. They've just… never seen a human before. They don't know how to act."

“Are they talking about my penis?"

Rubrum's eyes widened. “U–um. Well, yes," Rubrum replied, his heart racing with embarrassment. “But again, they're very immature. They think it's strange how humans cover themselves."

Sam looked aside. “Well, I can take off my pants if it makes them more comfortable," he said. “They must be curious. Maybe I can… help them."

“H–help?" Rubrum stammered. “Well, um, I suppose it can't… hurt? But I would never pressure you to do so, Sam."

In truth, Rubrum's chest was fluttering at the mere suggestion. He had long wondered what a human's naked body would look like; but until this point, it had always remained a far-flung fantasy. Something to be thought about late at night, or in the bath. The whole idea was delightfully risqué – and yet, against all odds, a human sat before him, offering to show his most vulnerable parts.

“I will show you, then," Sam said. “This will clear up any confusion." And he stood, hooking his thumbs around his waistline. The students' faces perked at the sight.

“Oh Arceus," Asher exclaimed. “Is he…?"

Rubrum nodded. “Yes. He'd like to show himself to us. To… fit in, I suppose. If you all would permit it."

Maestro nodded, set his plate to the side. “I have no problem with it," he said. And Asher and Fey swiftly agreed.

“Oh golly. We're actually gonna see it!" Fey chirped, his tail wagging. “I–I was just joking!"

Rubrum turned to Sam and admitted, “They… would like to see your body. So go ahead." He then frowned and added, “Though I fear they have… ulterior motives."

Sam flashed a knowing smile. “I anticipated that," he said. “But… I would be a fool not to engage with them in this way. I do not know the next time I will see a Pokémon, after all."'

Rubrum shook his head. “No, no," he said. “I don't think you understand, Sam. I think they might want to…have sex with you."

The human's expression remained unchanged. “Then let them lust after me," he said. “And perhaps when this is over, they will be convinced I deserve to live."

Rubrum sighed. “That's not how that works, but… okay," he said. “Go on. Do what you'd like."

Sam nodded, faced the crowd of students. And slowly, relishing in their anticipation, the human began to remove his pants. The fabric slipped down past his abdomen, past a sizable cloud of dark pubic hair, and down his shaft until the human's package hung free in the night air.

“Holy crap," Maestro exclaimed. “That's huge. It looks like a third leg."

“It does look like a sausage," Fey commented.

Asher rolled his eyes and said, “You two are the worst. But yes, it's… pretty big." And the three began to further bicker amongst themselves.

Sam smiled, glanced at Rubrum amidst the din. “They like it?" he asked. “I must appear strange to them, haha."

The Lucario nodded, attempting desperately to avoid staring at the human's penis… and failing. “Th–they like it," Rubrum affirmed. Fuck, he could already feel himself salivating. “And they think you're rather, uh, large."

“Truly?" Sam asked. “I suppose I am bigger than you. But I would not consider your penis very large."

Rubrum frowned, choosing to ignore the off-handed comment. “Yes, well, Pokémon bodies are quite different than yours."

“Hey!" Asher called, and motioned toward his crotch. “Any chance we could compare our size? I bet I'm bigger." Maestro and Fey laughed uncontrollably.

The human simply smiled, stepped closer. “The rabbit is asking to compare?" he asked Rubrum.

“Yes," Rubrum replied. “But be careful. Asher is quite strong."

“I will take my chances," Sam replied, and idly touched himself. Before the Pokémon's eyes, his hairless member hardened and perked, emerging from that scratchy mound of pubic hair. The human's balls visibly churned, his throbbing glans glowing orange by the fire.

Asher then stepped to him, his stubby tail flitting with glee. The Cinderace slipped a paw pad inside his snow-white sheath, tracing it along his sensitive pink flesh and beckoning his tapered dick outward.

Asher hummed, staring idly at the human's member. “Hmm. I'll admit it – I've never seen a penis like this. Not to say it's bad, of course."

“Yeah," said Maestro. “Ours are more tapered."

Asher was then quiet for a moment as he stroked himself. The prospect of touching himself in front of a human made his breaths quick, shallow. His mouth dried, suddenly anxious, trapped by Sam's eager gaze. A ravenous hunger bubbled from his tummy, making him buck his pelvis forward, hungry for Sam's attention.

Sam, in turn, was mesmerized by Asher's body. The rabbit's erect cock laid just a few inches away from the human's. Everything in Sam's body screamed to lurch forward, to wrap himself around Asher's needy flesh. And through a mere glance, a thrust of the hips, the two had communicated their mutual lust.

His breath heavy, Sam gingerly reached out and grazed Asher's shaft. He found himself enchanted by the way it throbbed in his grasp.

“I guess I'm a little smaller," Asher said, near breathless. “Fuck, I didn't know how much this would excite me. I'm, uh, kinda embarrassed to be leaking right now, haha."

Sam briefly glanced at Rubrum and asked, “Asher is wet. Does this mean he is aroused?"

Rubrum nodded, staring in disbelief at the sight. “Y–yes," he said. “I think Asher has taken a liking to you."

“Would it be appropriate to touch him more?" the human asked.

Rubrum gulped and replied, “Knowing him? Yes. Go ahead."

The response garnered a smirk from the human, who then sank to his knees, staring up at Asher's round eyes, his long ears. As if holding a fragile artifact, Sam gingerly cradled Asher's package in his palms, turning it over, feeling its weight. The heft of Asher's fluffy testicles was unexpected, yet welcome. A thin thread of precum refracted orange light as it trailed down Asher's shaft, only to be lapped up by Sam's desperate tongue.

“Arceus," Maestro said, unable to believe his eyes. “The human is about to suck your dick, Asher."

Asher laughed and winked at the gobsmacked feline. “Jealous?" he teased.

“Actually?" Maestro asked, his mouth pulled into a tight smile. “Yeah. I am jealous. In fact, I call seconds."

“And I call thirds!" Fey chirped. “Don't tire him out too much!"

But alas, the human could hardly pace himself. He had never smelled a Pokémon's musk before – it was entrancing, hypnotic, bestial. The sweat of Asher's sheath combined with an unmistakable sour musk, garnished by the scent of the nearby campfire. It was delectable. Sam couldn't resist the urge to steal a taste.

As if he weren't controlling his own body, Sam felt his neck crane over Asher's cock, taking its shaking glans in his warm mouth as his hands squeezed the rabbit's butt. Asher groaned at the sudden embrace. His pelvis bucked forward.

“F–fuck," Asher gasped. “This feels so different than fucking a maw. His tongue is – ah! – more muscular than a Pokémon's…"

Asher's labored moans only beckoned Sam further forward. The human stretched his jaw lovingly, fittingly, over Asher's length, shoving the rabbit as deeply as he could into his throat. Asher's smell was overpowering, but Sam still needed more: to shove his nose against that nest of white pubic fur, to fully envelop himself in the delicious, lustful scent of the rabbit's sheath.

“Professor, you want in on this?" Asher teased, his paw resting on the back of the human's head. “I've – mph! – never experienced anything like this."

Rubrum sputtered and covered his maw, attempting to cover the blush which rapidly rose to his cheeks. “W–well, perhaps after you're done," he stammered. “I, um, always want to prioritize my students, haha."

Asher winked, a smirk stretching across his face. “Sure, sure," he said. “Just let us know when you get sick of watching, professor." Laughter erupted from the other students.

“Don't be shy, professor. We know you want to know what a human feels like!" Maestro teased.

Rubrum puffed out his cheeks, folding his paws over his groin. Damn it, those perverts were right. The Lucario was entranced by the wet smacks of Sam's lips, the rhythmic thrusts of Asher's hips. Hell, the human's ass was absolutely breedable. And his voice was cute, too. Rubrum could feel his canine cock excitedly poking from its navy blue sheath, covered by a glistening sheen of sweat.

“I–I won't lie when I say I'm curious," Rubrum admitted. “But really… I'm okay with watching for now. I want to let Sam ease into it, after all. Pokémon are new to him." And the students nodded.

A moan then fell from Asher's mouth as Sam's hand manipulated his package once more. The human lightly massaged the rabbit's testicles, relishing each churn and jump of his flesh. Asher could feel a pressure growing between his legs. His stomach tingled, his chest heaved in anticipation.

“Th–there we go, Sam. Fuck, you're doing so well…"

A stifled giggle then escaped Sam's mouth; Asher's desperate gasps were quite flattering, after all. And yet, Sam was still struck with disbelief. He had given his fair share of oral sex back in Grand City, but nothing felt like this. His thin lips kissed Asher's musky fur with every pump of his jaw. The Cinderace's husky voice, his moans, reverberated in the human's ears. With every glide of the Sam's tongue, he felt Asher's tapered dick twitch against his palate.

Suddenly, an unexpected sensation grazed the human's backside. Soft paw pads traced gingerly against his asscheeks, working their way closer to his entrance. Instinctually, as if his body were made for it, Sam lifted his ass upward, shifting to all-fours. A brief glance backward betrayed the perpetrator: Maestro, donning a smug, fanged grin.

“Hey, professor," Maestro said. “I see you're hard. You wanna see something hot?"

Rubrum gulped, uncupping his hands from around his groin. His knotted cock sprung into the air, throbbing at its sudden release.

“Yes," Rubrum said. “But I think I already know what you're going to show me."

Maestro guffawed and said, “Then let's take a look, hm?" He then spread Sam's ass wide, allowing Rubrum and Fey a full view of his quivering pucker, illuminated orange and red by the fire. Sam groaned.

“Woah!" Fey chirped, his tail wagging. “It doesn't look too different from ours. A little smaller, maybe?"

Maestro added, “It may not look different… but don't worry. I'll be testing the inside, too." He then glanced at Rubrum and joked, “Say, professor… ever thought you'd see a human get double teamed?"

“Truthfully?" Rubrum breathed. “I never thought I would. But I'll savor the opportunity, haha."

Maestro nodded, sticking his finger in his maw and covering it with saliva. “Well, you're seeing it now. And feel free to touch yourself, professor – this is a once in a lifetime experience, after all. You may as well enjoy yourself."

Rubrum licked his lips and nodded. His paw gravitated toward his throbbing dick, egged on by the human's whines. His knot pulsated eagerly against his palm.

“F–fine," the Lucario said. “I suppose you're right. I'll watch. But this is for… science. Not for any other reason."

Maestro rolled his eyes, lowering himself to his knees aside the human's plump backside. “Right," he said. “Science." He then traced the tip of his paw along Sam's perineum, causing the human to shake and groan.

“Wow," Maestro breathed. “It seems like the human really likes being touched down here. It's a shame his mouth is full of cock, or else he'd be moaning his brains out…"

Asher guffawed, his hips still bucking against Sam's face. “F–fuck off Maestro, haha. He just feels too good. I can't stop!"

Maestro then unceremoniously slipped his finger inside the human's pucker, causing Sam's flesh to twitch and contract. Rubrum watched as Sam's reddened member bobbed up and down, tensing against his tum as Maestro pushed himself further and further inside.

“He's tight," Maestro said. “Very tight. And his insides feel more… ribbed than a Pokémon's, if that makes sense." Maestro then paused, plunged his finger further, causing the human to gasp and groan on Asher's cock. He said, “Oh, damn. I think I just found Sam's prostate. It's very small – cute, really."

Fey groaned, impatiently stamping his paws on the dirt. “Hey, um, Maestro… you think I could get a quick go at him with my tongue? Yaknow, loosen him up?"

Maestro smiled at the Sylveon, removed his finger from Sam's backside. “You know what? Sure," Maestro said. “But don't forget. I still get first dibs on topping him."

“Deal!" Fey chirped, and happily marched over to Sam's outstretched ass. He then paused in front of Sam's pucker, leaned in for a huff.

Fuck, Fey hadn't anticipated how different a human's natural scent would be – or how pungent it would be, for that matter. Human skin smelled tangier, spicier, subtler than the fur of a Pokémon. Sam's sweat intermingled with his natural musk, amalgamating in a wholly foreign, but intoxicating, aroma.

The Sylveon's mind was soon enveloped in a lustful daze. He leaned forward and gently licked along the human's perineum, grazing Sam's hole at the apex of each lick. Damn, even the human's skin tasted different. It was salty, smooth. Wholly irreplicable. Fey moaned.

“Woah," Maestro teased, patting Fey's haunches. “You really like how he tastes, huh?"

Fey shot a half-lidded glance at Maestro, his flat tongue lolling from his mouth. “Yeah," he replied. “Sam's ass tastes… so… I don't even know how to describe it." The canine then resumed his work, lapping directly at Sam's pucker. The human's flesh was soft, malleable. Fey could just barely penetrate Sam's rim; his insides were soft, gummy against the animal's tongue.

Sam was overwhelmed by the sensation. He'd fantasized for so long about having a Pokémon inside him – and now, two had entered him at once. It felt like fireworks were exploding within his stomach with every lap of Fey's soft, flat tongue, with every concentrated spurt of Asher's lust. His body was shoved rhythmically back and forth by the two beasts, rebounding from Asher's pelvis off of Fey's wet maw.

Savoring the sight, Maestro was struck with a devilish idea. He silently reached toward the human's undercarriage and took hold of his member, allowing Sam's natural momentum to plunge the human in and out of the feline's palm. The human's precum dribbled onto Maestro's fur.

“That's it," Maestro cooed, his voice a low growl. “I want you to cum for me, human. Let me see your seed."

Sam couldn't understand Maestro's words, but he knew what Maestro wanted. Hell, he couldn't understand words at all anymore. Asher's cock had long since plugged his windpipe. Lack of oxygen made his vision blurry, the cacophony of moans and slaps melting together to create a slurry in his brain. Sam no longer was an explorer, or an academic. He was a slut. And more than that, he was a slut for Pokémon.

“He's tensing up!" Fey said.

“I can tell!" Asher groaned. “Fuck! Hold on!"

Sam didn't feel the orgasm approaching, but it wrecked him nonetheless. The slightest touch of Maestro's paw was enough to bring it upon him: first, his arms and legs buckled, freezing in place. His eyes then rolled back, his asshole tightened around Fey's tongue, his jaw clenched. By the time a garbled moan had escaped his mouth, his consciousness had nearly lapsed. Pure overstimulation had overtaken him. Every touch caused his body to convulse, ropes of cum continuously shooting from his cock with every graze of his flesh.

“Good boy," Maestro cooed as he milked Sam's length. “Such a good boy for us. What a pokéslut."

Asher's tail flitted feverishly at the sight. He then moaned, reaching a frantic pace as Sam's throat closed around his glans. “I–I'm not far behind, guys. F–fuck!"

“Aww. Is the little bun gonna cum?" Maestro teased. “Make sure to get it all in his mouth, hun."

“Fuck off – ah! Mmph! I'm cumming!"

And shortly thereafter, pleasure had overtaken Asher's mind. For just a moment, his focus was solely focused on plunging himself within Sam's slick throat. His grip tightened around Sam's hair, his cock flared, and load after load of Asher's hot cum poured into the human's stomach. Fuck, he couldn't stop cumming – his balls churned, a bulge appeared in Sam's neck, as cum filled the human to the brim.

It only took a few moments for Asher's lust to overflow from Sam's mouth. The human couldn't help but then pull away, sputtering and coughing. Cum oozed from his nose and mouth, trailing along his chin and dripping onto the dirt. The salty, sour taste of Asher's seed pervaded his throat as he swallowed the rest of it.

“Y–you make so much cum," Sam sputtered, unsteady on his hands and knees. “I didn't know Pokémon were so fertile."

Fey pulled himself from the boy's ass, licked his lips. Drool coated his maw. “What is he saying?" he asked.

Breath caught in Rubrum's throat, his paw covered in his own lust. “U–um. He said he didn't know Pokémon were so fertile. Humans make… less cum."

Asher wiped his brow, struggling to regain his faculties. His still-erect cock dribbled residual seed into Sam's hair. “Yeah, I guess we do make more," he said. “Also, Rubrum. Is he… okay? Can you check?"

Rubrum suddenly perked up, adjusted his glasses. “Yes, of course. Um – Sam," he called. “Are you alright? How do you feel?"

A moment of silence. Sam then slumped forward, his backside hanging unceremoniously in the air. “More," he mumbled.

“What?"

“Please, more," Sam begged, wiggling his ass. “You all are not done yet. I need to be… filled."

Maestro's brow furrowed, his jaw dropped. He asked, “Is the human asking what I think he's asking?"

Rubrum nodded. “Yes," he replied. “He's asking to be fucked."

A guffaw resounded from Maestro's lips. He doubled over, unable to contain himself. “Haha! Wow, the human is hardier than I thought!"

“Don't underestimate him," Asher said, sitting down on a nearby log. “I need a break after all that. The guy is insane."

“Oh, believe me… I'm bringing my all to this," Maestro joked, and approached the human's backside. “Oh… and thanks for lubing him up, Fey. It's gonna make this a lot easier for me."

Fey nodded, stamping his paws happily. He saluted with his ribbons. “No problem! Just remember – I'm next!"

“Haha, of course," Maestro replied. He then began stroking himself, allowing his spined penis to emerge from his mint-colored sheath. “Now… let's see how he feels in the back, hm?"

The feline then lightly pressed himself against Sam's entrance, causing the human's cock to spurt residual cum onto the ground. Sam groaned.

“You're mine now," Maestro hissed. He closed his claws over Sam's waist, leveraging the human's plush hips against his pelvis. He then bent himself along the arch of Sam's back, his hot breath cascading along the human's neck.

“I've always wanted to own a human," Maestro said. “Because make no mistake… by the end of tonight, you will be mine."

Maestro then tenderly thrust his hips forward, plunging himself inside the human for the first time. Sam groaned into the grass as the feline's barbs grazed his rim. He could feel his insides clenching around the ridges of Maestro's cock, every contraction reciprocated by a flare of Maestro's cock.

The feline hummed, savoring the warmth of the human's pucker. “Just as I thought," he said. “The human's insides are ribbed. More so than a Pokémon's. Probably the tightest I've ever felt." He then chuckled, tightened his grip on the human's hips. “It doesn't hurt that he is so eager, too. Rubrum, check in on him, would you?"

Rubrum perked up, a coy smile on his face. “Um, Sam. Are you alright like that?"

Sam managed a labored chuckle and replied, “I am more than fine. It has always been my d–dream to have a Pokémon inside me."

“Is that true?" Rubrum asked.

“Aye," Sam replied. “I am embarrassed to say it, but yes. And I want more."

Maestro scratched his head and asked, “Rubrum… What is he saying?"

“He says he's always wanted to, um, have sex with a Pokémon," Rubrum responded. “And that he's ready for more."

The Meowscarada grinned, ruffled Sam's hair. “Cute! And pretty damn durable, too!" he cooed. “But don't worry – I'll still push the human to his limits."

“Hey, don't break him!" Fey pouted. “I still wanna try him after you!"

“Mhm, mhm." Maestro then steadied himself, slowly beginning to thrust inside of the prone human. “Now… be a good boy and loosen up for me. I want to savor every one of your moans."

Fuck, even as a spectator… Maestro's dirty talk turned Rubrum on. The Lucario found himself unexpectedly euphoric to see the scene unfold; if anything, it was a nice change of pace from being the bottom himself. And so he watched as Maestro's ass visibly tensed and puckered, a thin veneer of green fur hardly covering his pucker.

Truthfully, Rubrum could hardly believe he was doing this at all. He was used to fucking his own students, sure – but fucking a human, right under the Board's nose? There was a certain danger to it, a scandalous nature which made his cock throb.

Maestro's hips humped faster now, momentum carrying his lust-covered pelvis forward, slapping rhythmically against Sam's smooth backside. Strings of saliva stretched between them, uniting fur and flesh. The Meowscarada let loose a guttural moan, his eyes narrowed in predatory bliss. Without warning, the feline then lowered himself over the human's shoulder and sunk his teeth into Sam's smooth, sweat-covered skin. Sam yelped, bucked his ass, like prey trying to escape. But Maestro simply chuckled, relishing the frantic contractions of Sam's pucker.

“If you want to fuck a Pokémon… you have to fuck like a Pokémon," Maestro growled. “Let's see if you can keep up, human."

The sight made Rubrum's paw meander to his groin once more. He fiddled idly with his glans, only to realize that he was leaking uncontrollably. A trail of lust continually spewed from his canine cock; his knot visibly throbbed, fully emerged from its damp sheath.

The Lucario couldn't hold back anymore. Fuck shame, fuck embarrassment. Only lust remained. He gripped his member and pumped along its shaft, his eyes affixed on the human's desperate, tender eyes. Rubrum wanted so badly to join in, but held himself back – somehow, sitting off to the side, pathetically stroking himself to the thought of it… made it hotter.

He envisioned himself sucking the human's cock as Maestro pounded above. Feeling the boy throb and leak in his maw, only to plunge himself into the human's throat afterward. He imagined the human gently taking the Lucario's knot in his mouth, running his tongue gently over its surface.

Maestro then glanced backward, his gaze briefly catching on his professor's. Rubrum turned away, attempting to avoid being noticed – but it was far too late. A smirk rose to Maestro's maw.

“What is it, professor?" Maestro asked. “Embarrassed to be getting off to this?"

Breath caught in Rubrum's throat as he attempted to formulate a response. “M–maybe," he sputtered. “I suppose it isn't very professional of me, haha."

“Well, you're hardly my professor at the moment," Maestro shot back. “As far as I'm concerned, you're just a pathetic little Lucario. Stroking your cock off to the side, too embarrassed to show it off… it's adorable."

Butterflies danced against Rubrum's rib cage. His knot swelled in his palms. “E–embarrassed?" he asked, making one last-ditch effort to play it cool. “No, no, I'm just letting my, um, students–"

Maestro clicked his tongue, held up his paw as if to silence Rubrum. His cock throbbed inside the human's ass. “Oh, professor. There's no need to hide it. Not only do you want to fuck your students… but the human, too, hm? I wonder how long you've been thinking about a situation like this."

“U–um, I…."

“You can be honest with me, professor. Tell me how much you've wanted this," Maestro said. “In fact, that's an order."

Rubrum was panting now. He suddenly felt warm, short of breath. His tail erratically thumped on the ground behind him.

“A–a long time," Rubrum admitted. “Sometimes I would… lay in bed, thinking about this. Just sometimes! But I–I never thought I would tell anyone."

Asher and Fey giggled off to the side, but Maestro stifled his laughter. Rubrum was just so delightfully pathetic. Adrenaline coursed through Maestro's veins, his hips twitching as he so thoroughly dominated both the human and his professor at the same time. He had never felt so powerful, so desired.

“So cute," Maestro cooed. “Well, if you're going to watch your master fuck this human, you may as well enjoy it, professor. So go on. Touch yourself for me. Now."

And so Rubrum stroked himself harder, Maestro's iridescent eyes burning into his flesh. Wait, no – everyone was watching him. The pressure made his balls churn, his shoulders hunched forward. A pitiful moan fell from Rubrum's lips. The moisture of his breath made his glasses fog up.

“That's it, Rubrum," Maestro cooed. His cock buried itself deeply inside the human again, again, again. “Cum for your master. Show me how obedient, how degenerate, you are."

Rubrum bit his lip, slipped his grip around his swollen knot. He could feel his heartbeat quicken through its veined surface. His hips bucked against his paws, his spaded glans flared. Pressure mounted between his plush thighs.

“M–master. I'm gonna cum…C–can I cum? Please?"

Maestro didn't bother glancing over his shoulder. He was once more arched over Sam's backside, jackhammering at the boy's pucker.

“I don't know," Maestro replied. “Maybe you should ask the human if you can cum. You want to fuck him too, don't you?"

Rubrum groaned. Fuck, he was close. His entire body was tensing up. He needed permission now.

“Sam… he… he says I need your permission to cum. P–please give me permission," Rubrum begged. “I can't take any more."

Sam could just barely understand Rubrum's words. A veneer of bodily pleasure overlaid his vision, his ears, his thoughts. He attempted to open his mouth in response, but only gasps escaped. He could feel his lower half melting into a gooey, warm mess with every pump of Maestro's barbed cock.

“S–Sam… please!" Rubrum called. His voice was breathy, shrill. “I–I can't hold back!"

The human simply shook, still attempting to wrestle back control of his body. Like an ancient automaton, he felt his jaw loosening, coming open despite Maestro's thrusts. His tongue flailed in his mouth, his vocal cords strained, as he stammered a single sentence:

“Professor, y–you can cum."

Near instantly, Rubrum could feel his inhibitions fall. He squeezed his legs together, his breaths became shallow. A moan then fell from his maw as his paw froze around his knot, ropes of cum then erupting from his erect, throbbing cock. Hot seed spilled onto his navy thighs, coloring them white, and flowed onto the grass below.

“F–fuck," he whimpered. “Fuck, master. I–I came. I came so hard."

Maestro grinned, flashed a knowing glance at his professor. “Good boy!" Maestro cooed. “Such a beautiful, obedient Lucario. Good job obeying your master." He then cleared his throat, turned back to face the human.

“Now… watch how a real Pokémon fucks a human."

Maestro had been hiding it until this point, but… it was actually quite difficult to rein in his orgasm. Watching Rubrum stroke himself was simply too adorable. And Sam's endless whines made his head spin. He had previously slowed his pace, savoring the human's ribbed insides – but now, he felt his predatory instincts rapidly kicking in.

The Meowscarada snarled, a low growl reverberating from his chest, hot breath washing over the human's flesh. Sam shivered at the sound. He pressed his face to the ground, attempting to hide his vulnerable neck.

“What? Are you afraid I'll bite your throat?" Maestro asked. “Am I really still just a monster to you?"

Sam whined. Labored gasps ruffled the grass below his chin. His pucker clenched against Maestro's cock.

Maestro huffed. “You're right to think I'm a monster," he growled. “And I'll show you what it's like to be owned by one, human."

The feline's hips then reached a feverish pace. The world seemed to fade around him. His consciousness honed in on the warmth of Sam's insides, the slapping of their flesh. His thighs burned, his arms ached, but he didn't care. He couldn't let his prey escape.

“Good boy," Maestro snarled. “That's it. Take it for your master. Show me what a pokéslut you are. Take it! Fuck!"

Maestro then plunged himself up to his hilt, wrapping his arms around the human's slim waist. His claws created reddened ravines along Sam's skin, his fangs sank once more into the helpless human's shoulder. And with a stifled howl, hot cum shot from Maestro's engorged cock, filling Sam's ass and erupting from his asshole with each desperate twitch of his flesh.

Euphoria washed over Sam as he felt Maestro's warm lust fill his tummy. He felt inextricably owned, known, bred. And by a Pokémon, no less. The mere thought made him quiver, the searing pain of Maestro's claws paralyzing him.

Maestro gasped after a moment, clearly out of breath. He then shakily removed his fangs and claws from Sam and sat back. His erect dick fell from Sam's backside with a loud pop.

“That was… oh Arceus, that was good," he said, and caught his breath. He then sniffled and asked, “Professor, is he alright? Could you check?"

Rubrum's eyes widened, and he removed his hands from his groin. He said, “I'll check. Hey, Sam? Are you alright?"

“Yes," Sam breathed. “I am better than alright." He then glanced at Fey and asked, “Does… does the dog want a turn?"

“Erm… yes. He does," Rubrum replied. “But if you're too exhausted, we can stop here, Sam. Your body may not be built for taking so many Pokémon in succession."

Sam laughed, shaking his butt playfully. “I will say when I am done," he said. “I have taken six men before in Grand City. Respectfully… this is nothing."

Fey's tail wagged frantically. He panted at the sight of Sam's quivering asshole and asked, “Is he okay to take me?"

“Yes," Rubrum replied, and adjusted his fogged glasses. “In fact, he says he has taken more men at once before. He seems quite… confident about it."

“Well, that confidence is earned," Maestro commented. The feline then raised himself shakily and sauntered to Asher's side on a nearby log. “If the human can withstand me drawing his blood and still want more… we might have a bona fide hero on our hands."

Asher nodded, gave Maestro a playful punch on the arm. “I agree," he added. “I can hardly believe how much stamina that human has."

“Right?"

Fey then walked to Sam's backside, called out to the other Pokémon. “Are none of you gonna join me?" he asked.

“I, um, think we're all a little tired," Rubrum responded. “And I think we all are a little ashamed about it, haha."

Maestro then grinned and added, “But don't worry. We'll all be cheering you on, Fey."

“Really?" Fey asked, his tail flitting. “You promise?"

“Of course, good boy," Maestro said, and leaned against Asher's shoulder. “Now, show your master how obedient you are. Fuck the human for me."

Fey's ears flattened against the back of his head, his breath shook. “Y–yes, master!" he chirped, and mounted Sam's oozing backside. Sam grunted as he felt Fey's heavy paws brace him on either side. The canine's knotted, veiny cock poked at the human's asshole.

“H–he's almost as big as me," Sam commented, and let out a light chuckle. “And he's quite heavy. F–fuck, I never thought I would be fucked by a quadruped like this."

Rubrum smiled. “Yes, well, Fey is quite intense once he gets going," he said. “His hips are like a hammer. Please call out if you ever need him to stop."

“Haha, of course. He's topped you before?" Sam asked.

“Many times."

“Wonderful," Sam teased. “He must be good, then."

“He is."

Fey then whined, shaking impatiently above the human's prone body. He asked, “Is he ready, professor?"

Rubrum nodded. “Yes, he's ready. Have at him, Fey."

Fey then beamed, thrusting himself forward onto Sam's pucker. It was wet, smooth, covered in a thick layer of Maestro's cum and Fey's residual saliva. The thought of cumming inside Sam's used backside made Fey's chest flutter. The Sylveon whined.

“Go on," Maestro said. “Your master already lubed him up for you. Don't squander my gift, now. Just enjoy yourself. You deserve it, Fey."

“I–I'm just so nervous, haha," Fey said. “But thank you… master. Really."

Fey then pressed his spaded glans against Sam's asshole, spreading the man's flesh wide. The human's rim massaged the Sylveon's throbbing member. Fey couldn't help but whimper and wag his tail.

“F–fuck, master! He feels so good!" Fey called. “He's so warm inside…"

Maestro nodded and chuckled. “Yes, hun. That's master's cum. And now it's all over your little cock, too. How adorable."

“Mmmmmph." Fey's haunches twitched as he savored Sam's ridged, warm insides. He then slowly eased himself inward, laying his fuzzy white chest against Sam's smooth back. Within only a few moments, he had filled the human to his hilt. Only the boy's swollen knot remained outside.

“F–fuck. I'm in," Fey said, and began pumping his hips. Groans flowed from Sam's lips as his mind began to flee once more under the canine's body weight.

“Master, I… thank you, master…" Fey moaned. His ears twitched, his tail wagged. “Thank you for letting me fuck the human. He feels so good, I want… I want…"

“Awwww," Maestro cooed. “What do you want, hun?"

Fey blushed, buried his face in Sam's shoulder. “I'm embarrassed," he whimpered. “I–I can't say."

“Tell me, doggy."

Fey swallowed, moaned into Sam's ear. He then mumbled, “I… I want to knot the human…"

“Oh?" Maestro asked. “Are you asking for permission?"

“Y–yes."

The Meowscarada rolled his eyes. “Hmmm… I dunno, Fey. I think you should ask my friend Asher here."

“H–hey!" Asher said, giving Maestro a playful push. “You're putting me on the spot here?"

Maestro laughed, shoving Asher's paws away. “C'mon!" he said. “Just give Fey permission. It should be pretty easy for you, Mr. Dom Bunny. Just look how desperate he is!"

Asher rolled his eyes, his gaze landing on the enraptured Sylveon. Fey's hips jackhammered against Sam's backside, eagerly awaiting the Cinderace's command.

“Fine," Asher said. “Fey, I give you permission to knot the human."

Immediately, the canine's face lit up. “Y–yes!" he squealed, and plunged himself inside with a single thrust. Strings of Maestro's residual cum shot from the human's asshole and coated Fey's shaking thighs.

Sam gasped, surprised at the sudden pressure. Fey's knot pressed directly on his battered prostate, causing his dick to throb and leak. He buried his face uselessly in the dew-covered grass, allowing quiet moans to fall from his sore throat.

“Mmmmmmph!" Fey could hardly contain himself. His knot throbbed with every beat of his racing heart. “Master, I… oh Arceus, I want to cum…"

“Oh?" Maestro teased. “My puppy wants to cum, does he?"

“Y–yes! Please!" Fey begged. “It feels too good. I can't stop!"

“Then cum, Fey," Maestro ordered. “Like the good boy you are."

Fey didn't think twice. His body froze, his knot swelled, his glans twitched. His tongue lolled from his mouth, and he hugged his entire body against Sam's. And with an audible whimper, load after load of his canine cum exploded inside of Sam's pucker.

“M–master!" he wailed. “I–I'm doing as you asked!"

Maestro grinned and called “Good boy! Such a good boy. Just let it all out, hun."

Cum spilled from Sam's asshole with every thrust of Fey's groin, mixed with Maestro's residual lust, and pooled on the ground. Fey came for nearly a minute before slowing to a stop, coming to a rest on top of the human's body. The pair then flopped to the side, cuddled tightly as the canine's knot deflated.

Then, a comfortable silence as the group savored their collective relief. All five of them stared quietly at the dwindling fire. Stars twinkled overhead and formed luminous swirls across the night sky. A soft breeze swayed the grass, moving like a wave across the glade and ruffling Rubrum's fur.

“I think I'll just say this now and get it out of the way," Rubrum said, breaking the silence. “After all this, we can't turn Sam in. We'll have to lie to the Board."

Maestro chuckled. “What is it, professor?" he asked. “You getting sappy because we all fucked?"

Rubrum shook his head. “Sam is a person, Maestro. You know that. And I'm not going to put him in danger. Just like I wouldn't put my students in danger. I don't care how miniscule the chance is." He then sighed, hung his head exhaustedly. “I'll instruct him to head back tomorrow morning. As far as the Board is concerned, we never saw him. And as long as we all tell the same story, we will be fine."

“Is that your final decision?" Maestro asked.

“Yes," Rubrum replied. “It is. And you… stand with me?"

“Of course I stand with you," Maestro replied, his voice soft. He then paused, listening to the crackling of the fire. “That was never in question. You're my professor, after all. And my… best friend."

Rubrum grinned. He said, “I feel the same. I… I'm glad to have you. As both a friend and as a master. I need you to know that."

“Yeah?" Maestro asked. “That's flattering."

“Yeah, I guess it is. But it's true," Rubrum replied. He then cleared his throat, called out to Sam. “Sam… are you alright? Can you hear me?"

“Yes, I can hear you," Sam replied. His voice was tired, quiet. “What is it?"

Rubrum took a deep breath. “We've decided to let you go," he said. “We aren't sure if you'll be safe in Augusta. We trust the Board, but… we also can't risk you coming to harm."

Sam smiled absently, gazing into the fire. “Thank you," he said. “Very much."

“It's no problem," Rubrum said, and sighed. “But there are a few caveats."

“Hm?"

“You must leave," Rubrum explained. “Tomorrow morning. Leave no trace of your existence here. Pack your tent, destroy the fire pit. We will help you as much as we can."

A brief silence ensued. Sam pulled his lips taut, frowned. He said, “I understand. I have not gathered any artifacts, but… I always knew I may return empty-handed. My life is most important."

“Yes," Rubrum said. “I'm glad you understand. But, um… I may be able to give you something, should you accept it." He then revealed an Aurum gear from his pocket, watched how the fire refracted off of its chromatic surface. He then threw it to the ground aside Sam's prone body.

“Take it, should you wish," Rubrum said. “It is an ancient artifact from a dig in Augusta. I do not know its purpose… but it is yours now."

Sam's eyes widened as he reached for the gear. It laid heavy on his hands. “Th–thank you," he said. “I…this means so much to me."

Rubrum grinned and replied, “Don't mention it. The Academy will give me a replacement." He then swallowed and continued, “We're going to tell the Board we never found you. You will leave tomorrow morning, and… we will never see you again. Do you understand?"

Silence interspersed with the crackle of burning wood. Sam closed his soft palms over the Aurum gear, hugged it to his chest. Fey's chest rose and fell against his back.

“Yes," Sam replied. “I understand. This… is how it has to be. Just know I will always be grateful, Professor Rubrum."

“Of course," Rubrum said, and smiled warmly. “But I believe we have given you far more than a trinket tonight."