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There was no indication at all that it would be an unusual day. That was part of the reason Dennis had been so unprepared.

Being a college freshman had definitely been an eye-opening experience. Dennis was still trying to work through it all, even though he’d been there a few months already. He was still not entirely out of his shell, but he was trying to be a bit more outgoing and to shake off the nerves. It was always a little bit challenging for him, other people intimidated him…part of the reason for that was that he was a bit dwarfed by most of them, being a touch under five and a half feet tall, and on the slighter side, so it was hard not to feel like he was at a disadvantage when face-to-face with most people. Not to mention being 20 yet mistaken for someone in his early teens was awkward at best and could ruin things at worst…some people had told him him being around was like hanging out with their little brother, which Dennis rather hated to hear, because he had always been on the MORE mature side psychologically.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason…socializing was just awkward for him. Dennis had known he was on the spectrum for a few years now - the ‘shallow end’ as it was put to him, he had quite a few of the traits but not to levels that inhibited his ability to function under most circumstances, which was part of the reason it had taken so long to diagnose him. He was aware of the challenges he had, but there weren’t many good ways to overcome them, he just had to try to do his best to manage…which wasn’t the easiest thing to do after a pretty monumental life change. He liked the freedom and independence, but it was tough to get himself out with others and not live like a total hermit like his mind wanted him to do sometimes.

But he was trying. Somewhat. It was still an adjustment, so he hadn’t exactly been diving in, but he was trying to get out and about and get used to being outside of his dorm room. He’d been lucky enough to snag a single, because the idea of roommates was not something he was at all eager to experience...then again, it didn’t exactly favor socialization, even if he did try to do some of the events the dorms put on. On the other hand, though, he really didn’t want the distraction when he was trying to do classwork, and while college was about a broader experience, in the end it was still school, and performing well in that aspect was what Dennis wanted to prioritize.

It was a fairly nice day in early April, warmer than it had been for the last couple weeks. Still not T-shirt weather, but warm enough that being outside was more appealing than not. It was the first time Dennis actually WANTED to be out weather-wise - he’d started in the spring semester, so his early days were in the cold of the winter. Even though winters there didn’t get as nasty as they did further north, it was still cold and somewhat snowy or slushy, and March had been more unpleasant than it usually was, with too much slush and rain in the high 30s. So the upturn in weather was enough that even a relative homebody like Dennis wanted to get out and stretch his legs lest it go to crap again.

He was taking the time to walk along the main drag of campus, a street with a lot of student-oriented businesses that was meant for walking around, perfect for the many of them who lacked any sort of vehicle transportation. Dennis had been here a few times here and there, but mostly just to get stuff and get back, he didn’t really spend much time exploring it. Now he was being more leisurely, checking out restaurants and shops, looking to see what might interest him enough to come back later. It was a crowded place that day, tons of students had the same idea as he did, and probably a lot of non-students as well. Not the most comfortable thing for him, but he was managing just fine, just trying to avoid getting too up close and personal with anyone.

A rumble in his stomach told him he should actually stop in one of the food places. Dennis looked around and picked out a sandwich shop, not a big chain place so he knew it would be a new experience. He liked his familiarity, because then he knew he’d like what he got, but there was no getting new places to like without actually trying them…sandwiches were generally pretty safe ventures, because they were customizable and it was hard to end up with something you didn’t like without trying pretty deliberately. So he stepped inside the shop, looking around to figure out where to order and where the menu might be.

And froze.

Standing at the counter, as casually as anything, was a goddamned CREATURE.

Dennis’s brain blue-screened momentarily, wondering if he’d gone completely insane. Because it didn’t seem like anyone else was seeing what he was seeing, because no one was staring, no one was reacting, no one even seemed to notice that there was something there that wasn’t human. He tried closing his eyes and shaking his head, but that didn’t change anything - when he opened them, the creature was still there. By now thought had kicked back in, and he realized it wasn’t just any creature, it was a Pokémon…or, well, something that looked like a hybrid of Pokémon and human. Dennis had played and enjoyed a few of the games, and it wasn’t at all hard to recognize the one in the shop - a Charmeleon. With the tail on frickin’ fire and everything. Not wearing a stitch of anything, either, though no one seemed to be taking note of that, either…how they could do that when he was built the way he was…

I…I can’t be the only one seeing this, right? There’s no way no one else sees this guy… It was soon enough clear that someone did see him, as one of the workers behind the counter handed him a paper bag. Not even the slightest indication that the Charmeleon was out of the ordinary…Dennis was sure he was losing it somehow, surely he would have heard about it if there were Pokémon-like creatures on campus and they were a normal thing…

The Charmeleon turned back towards the door, and his eyes met Dennis’s. And then HE froze, his eyes getting wide…he suddenly took a hasty step towards the doors, and Dennis felt his anxiety spike. He whipped around and started to run, tearing down the block and ducking into an alleyway a fair ways away from the shop, panting and heaving, a hand on his chest as his pounding heart refused to get under control. What the hell was going on? It seemed like either Dennis had gone crazy or everyone else had…was he just imagining things? Was he making a fool of himself? If he went back there and asked, would they look at him like he was just a nutcase? Dennis felt awkward enough asking NORMAL things, he know he couldn’t do that…

“Hey!”

Dennis was briefly almost certain he’d just died, he whipped around so hard that his vision briefly blurred. At the head of the alley was the Charmeleon morph, standing tall and still with his bag in one hand. If it was a hallucination, it was a persistent one…Dennis sank back onto his rear, shrinking away from the reptile in terror. It had him cornered, and while there were a couple people glancing over, no one was stopping to try to intervene…maybe this was it for him, maybe he was about to die…

“Dude, relax. Settle down.” The Charmeleon stepped towards him, kneeling down in front of him. “Hey, hey, stay with me, okay? Don’t freak out.”

A bit late for that…but the calm voice was helping a bit. There was no sign of hostility, no indication of anger, the lizard sounded perfectly reasonable…maybe he really was seeing things. He took a few deep breaths to try to calm himself down, feeling his face burn bright red. Maybe he’d just totally embarrassed himself…if anyone knew it was him that had gone hurtling into an alley to get away from an imagined creature, he’d probably be an instant campus joke…

“You okay? Here, give me your hand.” The Charmeleon held out his own, looking human-like except for the thicker fingers and claws tipping each digit. Hesitantly, Dennis held his out to grip the creature’s, and then his eyes widened again - it felt hot! Not to the point where it hurt, but it felt very unnaturally hot, for sure. He couldn’t even speak as the Charmeleon pulled him to his feet, starting to realize just how big he was…he had to be almost seven feet tall, and while not a bodybuilder, visibly muscular for his level of bulk. “Take it easy now…you don’t have to be scared.”

“I…I’m…I don’t…what…” Words were finally coming out, but not coherently so.

“Shh…not so loud.” The Charmeleon looked back over his shoulder, then back to Dennis. “I know what your first question is, and the answer is no, you’re not seeing things. Anything after that…we have to go somewhere more private. You got anything you need to do for a while?” Dennis apprehensively shook his head; he wasn’t sure it was a good idea to be conceding to what the Charmeleon was saying, but he wasn’t sure it WASN’T a good idea, either, for something that looked like it could probably yeet him across the road without much effort. “You okay to come along with me? I give you my word you’ll be safe.”

It was the worst of bad ideas, without a hint of a doubt, but…if he wasn’t seeing things, Dennis knew he needed some resolution. He couldn’t just go his way and wonder what the hell had happened, he had to know… “O…okay…I, uh…s-sorry…”

“No need to be, I understand. You’re not the first. C’mon, let’s go.” The Charmeleon kept his hand on Dennis’s as he walked the human back out of the alley; Dennis knew he probably still looked well out of sorts, but he tried not to show it, not wanting to draw attention to himself. And to ignore the fact that his hunger hadn’t gone away, either…

———

Dennis hadn’t really known what to expect from being escorted by the Charmeleon, who’d given his name as Keith. Even though Keith had been as calming as possible, his mind still couldn’t help but wander to lots of dangerous possibilities, like being pulled into a dangerous underground or even a portal to another world. It was almost a relief that it turned out to be just a mundane apartment building.

At least, that was what Dennis thought at first. But as Keith brought him inside, he saw a couple other people in the foyer…one of them looked like a perfectly normal human, the other looked like a fantasy wolfman of some kind. And they were chatting by what looked like mailboxes like everything was perfectly normal. His grip tightened on Keith’s hand as they walked by, and he tried his best to not look like he was staring or making a big deal out of it. Even though at the moment it felt like a very big deal was happening right around him and he didn’t know what he was supposed to think.

Up a couple flights of stairs, and Keith brought him to a door, finally letting go of his hand to open it up. “C’mon in. And don’t be frightened by my roommates, they’re both totally harmless.” It might have been meant to be reassuring, but Dennis wasn’t so sure he was reassured. Still, he walked in, slipping off his shoes inside the doorway, hoping that wouldn’t be a mistake.

“Ey, grub’s here!” A voice called from nearby, and then Dennis started as the speaker came into view. Another Pokémorph! This one clearly looking like a Grovyle. He was shorter than Keith by maybe half a foot, somewhat leaner, but still well-toned, and also utterly ungarbed. The Grovyle did a double-take as he saw Dennis. “Ah! Hey, I don’t think this was on any of our orders!”

“Watch the jokes for now, Dylan,” chided Keith. “He saw me at the shop, and I mean SAW ME saw me. And he’s kinda freaked out.”

“Dang, another one, huh?” The Grovyle shook his head. “Feels like more of them than I thought…well, we’d best get him up to speed, I guess. Los is gonna be annoyed to put the eats on hold.”

“He’ll get over it.” Keith put an arm around Dennis’s shoulder and they followed Dylan, into a large common room. Apart from the denizens, it looked surprisingly normal…couches and easy chairs, a coffee table in the center, a TV on one wall, a large glass door leading out to a balcony on the far side, he might have stepped into a place inhabited by a completely regular person. Those were in short supply here, though - lounging in one of the chairs was a third Pokémorph, or at least he assumed so, this one was a shape less familiar to Dennis, a brown-and-black crocodilian who looked to be physically right in the center of the other two.

And he looked annoyed. “Dammit, Keith, you couldn’t have waited ten minutes for me to scarf down a sandwich?”

“Was out of my control, Carlos. You know this comes first.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Carlos straightened up in his chair, grumbling a bit and laying eyes on Dennis; he looked more sinister than the other two, though that might have just been the blackness around the eyes that made them seem unnerving. “Your name?”

“D…Dennis. S-sorry…wh…what are you?”

“…Ugh. Of course, everyone recognizes the starters…” Carlos let out a sigh. “Krokorok. 5th gen. Ever played Black or White?”

“I…n-no, I, uh…I noodled with a couple of the older ones on virtual console, but I, uh, started with Y.”

“Figures. One of the cooler lines in my opinion but it’s so overlooked. Well, can’t be helped. Right…let’s just get the most basic of basics out of the way. Yes, we’re actually Pokémorphs. No, most people can’t see us as we are. No, you aren’t crazy. Well, probably not, anyway.”

“Helpful as usual, Los,” cracked Dylan.

“I’m hungry. I want to get this out of the way as fast as possible.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Go ahead and have a seat, Dennis. We’ll answer your questions as best we can.” He motioned to a chair off to the side of the beanbag Dylan had just plopped down on, while he set himself down on the sofa between the other two morphs. It felt almost like a confrontation…Dennis didn’t like confrontation, so the impression wasn’t totally putting him at ease. Then again, the alternative was one sitting next to him…he still needed to get used to them before that felt any better.

So, down he sat, on a chair that rocked a little bit back and forth. It was sized much closer to comfortable for an ordinary human, though it still felt a bit big to Dennis…well, that, at least, he was used to. A dozen questions burned in his head…the first one was obvious, though. “How?”

“Not a complicated story,” replied Dylan. “Was, let’s see…sophomore year, jeez, it’ll be four years this October. The three of us went to a campus Halloween party…it’s an annual event here, open to the public but it’s university-sponsored, so it’s mostly students. It’s largely a costume party, and the three of us went as Pokémon. Very typical stuff, until SHE showed up.”

“...She?”

“The only name we know her by is Margarite Magenta, and that’s only from well after the fact,” said Carlos. “She’s a witch. A real one, and I’m not talking about a Wiccan. She showed up at the party, and before everything was said and done, a bunch of people had undergone full-on transformations. If you dressed up as something non-occupational, you were pretty much guaranteed to become what you dressed up as. Though not necessarily just a regular version of that…like, we didn’t straight up become Pokémon, but instead, well, like you see here.”

“That’s…possible?!”

“Apparently,” affirmed Keith. “Because we’re definitely not the only ones. I know you saw Randall down there…he was there too. There were probably three, four hundred people there that night, and at least two-thirds of them transformed. The ones who didn’t, they were either dressed as just something job-related, or as something like was like a zombie or a ghost, something that kind of required death. Certain people dressed up as more specific fictional characters didn’t turn straight up into them, but into some variant of that type of creature…people mostly kept their same personalities, though…apart from a couple of, uh, tweaks sometimes.”

“Tweaks?”

“That’s not important to the story,” Dylan said hurriedly. “Anyway, yeah, we all changed that night, and it was a permanent change. Not that I really mind it…most people didn’t, once they got over the initial shock, it was a bit of a freak-fest in the moment, though. But even though we’re changed, that doesn’t mean people realize it…according to Margarite, we’ve got a kind of, uh, glamour over us, so that people see us as how we would be if we were still human, unless they’re also changed. And it’s really hard to actually drop that intentionally…like, I could go up to someone, tell them straight up what I really am, and they would think I was a nut. It takes a lot of effort to actually reveal ourselves…with certain exceptions. One is that it disappears on Halloween, but people still treat us like we’re in costume…it’s kind of weird, but I’m used to it by now. But then there’s the fact that some unchanged people, they can’t see the glamour at all…they see us exactly like we are, and even if they tried, they couldn’t be fooled.”

Dennis was starting to understand now…that was why everyone at the shop had been so unreactive to Keith’s presence. They were seeing Keith as Keith had been as a human…Dennis didn’t have any conception of what that would be like, because he couldn’t see that. “I…I think I get it, a bit…but…why can I see you?”

“We don’t…entirely know,” admitted Keith. “We only have a suspicion, I guess. Uh…by any chance, are you…on the spectrum?”

Dennis started a bit. Wait, they really think… “Y-yeah, I was, uh, diagnosed when I was 14…that…you think that’s why?”

“No one knows for sure, so don’t take it as gospel,” Carlos stated. “But, well, it’s hard to call it a coincidence that probably 90% or more of the people who I’ve known to be able to see through the glamour have either a diagnosis on the autism spectrum or another psychiatric diagnosis with some autism traits. Neurotypical people almost never see through the illusion. I’ve talked to others who’ve made the same observation, too.”

It sounded like a wild thing to Dennis, that his psychology had been responsible for the sudden surprise. But there wasn’t anything else about himself that he could attribute it to, and if this was a pattern…well, maybe there was something to it. “So that’s why you just…can go wherever you want and be seen as normal…most people can’t see it, and, well…the people who CAN see through don’t tend to, uh, go out as much…”

“Right,” agreed Keith with a chuckle. “And when we do come across someone who can see through us, we give them the tutorial, so that they know that they aren’t crazy when they see us. I’d recommend keeping it to yourself, of course, but that’s because other people WILL think you’re crazy if you tell them, because they don’t see it. But there are times when you don’t have to worry…like, in this building. A bunch of us who changed took apartments here, and the rest of the units are either people who can see through it or who can’t but have been told what’s going on and get it. So this is a safe place.”

“Who knows how long that’s going to be needed, though,” Dylan sighed. “Because at some point I think it’s all gonna drop pretty spectacularly.”

“You do?” asked Dennis. “Why?”

“Because Margarite Magenta hasn’t stopped doing this stuff. We’ve been hearing her name pop up every few months, with another batch of transformees. She goes places like conventions, costume parties, places where her appearance wouldn’t be that out of the ordinary, and does her thing. No one really knows why, but the fact that she’s just keeping on doing it, there’s rumors that she’s trying to make it so common that it breaks through and becomes ‘normal.’ And she’s not the only one…some of the folks she’s changed are also able to spread it, and they’re almost always just as eager to do so.”

“Wait, she can…she can give stuff like that to other people?”

“I’m not even sure she thinks about NOT doing so,” said Carlos. “If it’s natural to what we become, there’s no sign that she’s ever contemplated not making it happen. Take us three - we don’t use them much because that’s a LOT harder to hide than just our appearances, but, we’re totally capable of using Pokémon moves. Without any apparent limit, at that. So if someone else got the power to transform people…”

“For that matter, we don’t even know that Margarite is the original,” added Keith. “For all we know, someone changed her into what she is, and they’re behind it all. But all that kind of falls under the area of ‘not our business and I don’t want it to be.’ Honestly, whatever happens happens, I just want to live my life and not worry about that too much.”

It was a lot for Dennis to process, but perhaps the thing he was having trouble wrapping his head around was just how…NORMAL the three of them were. Apart from being changed into facsimiles of fantasy creatures, and apparently having all the supernatural capacity native to said creatures, they looked and sounded just like regular people, or as regular as Dennis could imagine. And that was helping to set him at ease…his fears had been from seeing something, or someone, that was very outside of normal and no one else noticing the same thing, but maybe it wasn’t the case at all - maybe they were both just seeing normal people, except for other people, ‘normal’ required them to see them as human, while Dennis just didn’t need that. He’d heard that it wasn’t uncommon for people like him to have no more difficulty relating to non-human creatures than to humans, or even a preferential relation to the former…maybe that was part of the reason the glamour didn’t have any effect on them.

“So now you know pretty much what we know, or the most important bits of it,” finished Carlos. “Do you have any other questions, or can I get my belly filled now?”

“Don’t be rude, Carlos,” Keith admonished. “You being hungry for a few minutes isn’t the end of the world.”

“People die if they don’t eat, it very well could be.”

Dennis spoke up before Keith could get testier. “I, uh, I’m…I think I’m okay, for now at least. It’s…it’s a lot to think about, I think I’m too, um, over-answered to think of any more questions.”

“Well, you’re welcome to ask more when you think of them, we’re always happy to try to loop new people in,” offered Dylan. “Honestly, most people who find out about us, they become part of our little community - even if they’re not changed, we all kind of enjoy people who can see the real us. It helps us feel closer to them.”

“Before you go, how about we get you something to eat?” asked Keith. “Since I kind of interrupted your getting your meal and all.”

“Oh…uh, that’s…” Dennis was about to decline, but a rumble in his stomach spoke up before he did. He flushed a bit. “Um, uh…”

“Sounds like your stomach’s in line with mine,” chuckled Carlos. “No need to feel awkward about it, we’re offering.”

It was almost like Carlos had read how he felt. Dennis finally nodded. “Okay…thanks, I appreciate it.” Maybe he didn’t have to rush out, getting to know the better wasn’t a bad thing…and wasn’t he trying to open up a bit more? Why not with some people who would appreciate having a new friend?

———

Despite the strange start, things quickly turned well for Dennis. The three Pokémorphs were quite friendly and he found himself getting close to them rather quickly - an unusual thing for someone like him, who typically found it hard to make friends and get close to others. Oddly enough, the fact that they were so inhuman seemed to be part of the reason that things were going better than normal - Dennis just found it more comfortable to talk with them and look at them, unlike how he did with the people he usually ran into. Was that just because of his touch of autism? He didn’t really know, but he was happy for it regardless, he really did want to get to know some people better and anything that made it easier was a good thing in his eyes. He was also getting to know some of the others in the complex, though not as well as those three - he wasn’t quite THAT level of comfortable.

As the days went on, Dennis found himself spending at least one weekend day a week with the trio, as well as the occasional after-class weekday visit. All three of them were interesting in their own ways beyond their general inhumanity, something Dennis had spent a good bit of time trying to internalize. Keith worked part time as a firefighter - which seemed ironic until one realized that he was extremely suited towards going into fiery situations with less risk of harm - and also part time as a freelance web developer, in addition to being an avid gamer and tech repair guru. Dylan was working at a florist’s shop and maintained his own garden, as well as doing some writing in his off time; he was also the primary cook for the trio, having the most experience and skill. Carlos split time between landscaping and working as a bank teller, and enjoyed doing songwriting in his own time, though he was adamantly against performing or doing it for work. Despite their apparent differences, the three of them got along really well, to the point where Dennis was a little bit envious - he never really had anyone in his life that he was so close with. But spending time with them made him feel a little bit more like one of the group, even if he didn’t really think he was.

Of course, Dennis was most curious about the peculiarities they lived with, and he never could bring himself to stop asking questions about it. Just as he was now, on a warm July evening, as he was walking with Keith back to the trio’s apartment in the evening, having run into the Charmeleon morph when getting dinner after a lab session (chemistry, not Dennis’s favorite subject but a necessary evil). “How do you deal with it when someone sees the real you and you can’t get to talk to them about it?”

“Well, honestly, we generally don’t,” admitted Keith. “There’s just no way we can account for every single person that might notice what we really are. And sometimes it just isn’t a good idea, if they’re hostile right from the get-go…we’ve had a few people flip out over seeing one of us, and when that happens, we just try to stay away. But it doesn’t really matter that much, because what are they really going to do? We aren’t doing anything wrong, and most people won’t see what they see, so they’re more likely to think THEY’RE the crazy ones. Most just think they saw something and just shake it off after we’re out of sight.”

“Have you ever had someone really try to push and pursue you over this?”

“There was this one incident…about a year after the transformation, there was a student in one of my classes who went on a whole freak-out tour over me. They thought I was going to try to destroy them or something, and they were trying to get me kicked out of the class or even the school. But their harassment kind of backfired on them, because no one else could figure out what they were talking about and assumed it was a racial thing - I was a black dude before the change, and that’s how I still look to most people. They eventually left the school because they were in hot water over it…I mighta felt bad for them if they hadn’t been such an asshole to me and just left me alone.”

Dennis shook his head. “Dang…I don’t understand why they wanted to be so much trouble. What was the point?”

Keith shrugged. “Some people can’t handle things that they don’t understand. And some people refuse to understand anything that isn’t what they want it to be. To this dude, I was just a monster menace, not a person, despite the fact that I could talk to him and tell him that I just wanted to do my damn programming homework like everyone else.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. It doesn’t seem fair…you should be able to be what you are without getting any trouble for it.”

The Charmeleon gave a wry snicker. “Unfortunately, I’m a little too used to it, if you catch my drift. At least it means I have experience with it, though I really wouldn’t mind if it didn’t have to be that way. But there are a few things I can take comfort in…namely, the fact that if people give me too much trouble, I can defend myself WAY more effectively, without having to carry a weapon on me that might get the wrong eyes looking my way. Honestly, in a way I’m glad most people can’t see the truth…right now, I’m just too unusual, and I never liked having that much attention on me. I really wouldn’t want the wrong eyes looking my direction.”

“You mean like the cops?”

“Nah, the cops are plenty bad enough just with the projection. I was thinking The Pokémon Company. Can you imagine the copyright infringement lawsuit? ‘You transformed into our intellectual property without our permission!’” Keith was grinning as Dennis got into a messy fit of giggles. “I’m pretty sure no one’s ready for THAT legal headache.”

“I dunno, some lawyers would be salivating at the thought. They could get the law named after them or something.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works…probably for good reason.” They reached the building, and Keith pushed open the door, letting Dennis walk in before following inside. There was a reptilian of some kind in the foyer, talking to someone who looked like a knock-off of Spyro as they were getting their mail; Dennis had seen them around a couple times, but they kept to themselves and he hadn’t really approached them at all. Maybe at some point he would get to know everyone here, but he didn’t need to rush that.

Up the stairs they went, up to the fourth floor towards that familiar door. The trio’s apartment was starting to get that familiar feeling of comfort to Dennis, with as often as he’d been there…it was always good to have places like that, comfortable places that were familiar, calm, safe. Refuge from the rest of the world that wasn’t nearly so stable. He could see why a bunch of the changed folks had banded together into this one place, it was good to be among kindred spirits in a case like this.

However, occasionally a reminder popped up that, familiar though it might have been, it was NOT his home…and Dennis was getting a new one as the door opened, and he got an eyeful of Carlos and Dylan, the former pressing the latter against the kitchen counter, giving a rumble as their bodies were grinding against each other, and not in a chaste fashion. Dennis’s face flared red as the two suddenly broke apart, their erections all too obvious as Keith gave a growl. “Dammit, you two, we have perfectly good bedrooms for this stuff.”

“Eh heh…sorry, I, uh, didn’t realize he was coming,” muttered Carlos apologetically.

“If you were in a bedroom you wouldn’t HAVE to realize it. Seriously, it’s easy enough to not do right where people might be freaking walking in.” Keith sighed and looked over at Dennis. “Sorry, Dennis, didn’t mean to make this awkward for you.”

“It’s…it’s f-fine…” Dennis swallowed hard. “I…um, sorry…didn’t know you were, uh…”

“Gay? Together?”

“Well, uh, either one, really…sorry, uh, maybe I should, uh, go and let you have, um, your private time together…”

“Hang on a sec.” Dylan spoke up suddenly, before Dennis could take one step back. “Keith, shut the door.”

Keith growled a bit. “Dylan, I swear to Arceus…”

“Relax, firebutt. Just to keep things between us.” Keith didn’t look mollified by that, but stepped Dennis in a bit and shut the door. The human was feeling more nervous now, even though Dylan wasn’t looking unfriendly or anything…had he walked in on something he really shouldn’t have known?

“So, Dennis…sorry about kinda making this all so sudden.” Dylan smiled at him, which was meant to put Dennis at ease he was sure…but the fact that his erection was still jutting from that slit between his legs wasn’t making that entirely easy. “Let me make a few things easier for you…yeah, we’re all gay, and we’re all sort-of together. Not quite boyfriends, but more than fuck-buddies. And no, it’s not really some big secret, we’re not, uh, flaunting it but we’re not shy about telling anyone if they ask.”

“I…didn’t realize. Were you, uh, together before…”

“No, we weren’t,” said Carlos. “Remember when Keith mentioned ‘tweaks’ to personalities? The main one was that about half the unattached straight dudes became gay or bisexual. Something that Margarite Magenta apparently likes doing, because it’s a pattern with her other incidents, too…she’s got a whole ‘yaoi fangirl’ thing going, which sounds a bit creepy to me, but what the hell am I gonna do about it? We all got caught up in that that night…”

“O-oh…I see…” Just another part of this whole thing that was hard for Dennis to wrap his head around. Of course, transforming a person’s body was probably harder than changing their attractions, but still, that someone could just…DO that…

“Okay, now he knows the dirty secrets, can we not belabor this any further?” remarked Keith testily. “You’re mortifying him, seriously.”

“Cool your flamin’ jets, Keith. I’m not done yet.” Dylan stepped towards Dennis, who leaned back a bit nervously as the Grovyle leaned towards him, putting his hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to be nervous, Dennis. I know you’re probably feeling a bit awkward right now. But let me tell you a little thing that I don’t tell just anyone…I’ve got a REALLY good nose. All three of us have ‘em better than humans, but mine’s the best of the bunch, and I can suss out a lotta stuff that only a few others around here can. You know how some people say something can smell fear? I literally can.” He grinned a bit. “And other things like that…including…arousal.”

“Dylan, for fuck’s sake…” Keith facepalmed as Dennis’s blush redoubled.

“You couldn’t think of a better time to do this?” asked Carlos with dripping asperity.

“What better time? He caught us with our metaphorical pants down. And there was something about it that he liked.” Dylan brushed Dennis’s hair with a hand. “And it’s not the first time, isn’t it? Just…the most impactful time, since it all got right out in the open like that.”

Dennis wondered if he should have said no, or at least shaken his head as his throat was a bit dry and tight at the moment. But that might have been a harder sell than he wanted…growing up, Dennis had never really thought about sexuality, he related to others poorly enough that the thought of doing anything like that with them never really occurred to him. He knew what it was, what the mechanics of it were and the reproductive purpose…in fact, he’d probably known about that before most of his peers, having parents that tried to make sure he didn’t have misconceptions about the whole thing. But it hadn’t been something of interest to him, and despite his knowledge, he had a sort of naïveté about it that others liked to poke at him about. It wasn’t until he’d gotten on his own that he’d started to explore that sort of thing more, just out of personal curiosity, and while he certainly was far from settling all questions on the matter, two things had stuck out. One, looking at other humans barely did anything for him…but the stylized images of anthropomorphic creatures were a VERY different story, particularly scaly ones. And two, he was drawn a lot more to the male forms than the female ones.

Of course, he hadn’t TOLD anyone this, because it was something he was very sure was far too weird to be acceptable…at least, among anyone he already knew. And he wasn’t ready to approach anyone else about it, because, well, that wasn’t exactly the easiest thing for him to do in the first place. But clearly something was coming out here, because he didn’t think Dylan was bluffing…he wouldn’t have done something like this if he wasn’t sure. And Dennis would have a hard time denying it, because though he hadn’t intended to say anything about it…once he’d gotten past the shock and the uncertainty, the three Pokémorphs were ABSOLUTELY hot as all hell. Something he had never imagined would escape the confines of fantasy right out in front of him…well, maybe some would have been all over that, but he wasn’t that type of person, he didn’t feel comfortable asking about that. But here he wasn’t the one asking…

Past Dylan, he could see a growing grin on Carlos’s face. “I’ll be fucked…it really is true, isn’t it?”

“You too, ‘Los?” Keith asked.

“Look, I might as well use this fuckin’ empathic thing for SOMETHING. Awkward as it is ‘feeling’ someone else’s feelings, sometimes it can be useful. And Dyl had him pegged, he’s hot for us.”

“There’s no need to be ashamed of it, Dennis.” Dylan pulled Dennis towards him a bit, bringing the human back upright; Dennis was still flushed, having a hard time processing all of this. “You’re far from the first to find us attractive…you’d be surprised how common that is among people with your type of psychology, too. Relating to other humans is hard for some reason, but something more different, more exotic, seems to be more of a comfort zone. Maybe because they feel different, too, like they don’t quite fit the same way…misfits love company or something like that, I don’t study it, I’m just going off of stuff I’ve heard.”

“M…maybe…”

“Either way, that’s not important at the moment. Let’s get to the point. None of us are at all opposed to fooling around when we feel like it. You clearly have an eye for us, and if I’m being honest, you’re pretty cute yourself. So really, the only question is…you’ve got three studs who you want, right in front of you, game for anything…do you wanna make some of those fantasies into realities?”

“Ease up on him a bit, Dylan,” Keith said warningly, pulling the Grovyle back a bit before looking down at the red-faced human. “It’s ENTIRELY up to you, Dennis. You can say no and none of us will complain or push you. You can say no and it doesn’t even have to mean you can’t change your mind at some point later if you feel like it. You don’t have to feel pressured into anything, you’re not obligated to us or anything, and we aren’t going to hold it against you if you aren’t comfortable or interested, regardless of what these two are ‘picking up’ from you - just being aroused doesn’t mean that’s what you really want.”

Dennis was grateful for that, because intended or not, Dylan’s words had felt a little bit pushy…having Keith pull the reins and then put them in his hands felt less uncomfortable. It was a lot to process - having all this come out at once really wasn’t the way he ever would have imagined anything happening…well, if he was being honest, he hadn’t really imagined it happening ever, so that didn’t mean as much as it could have. But now the offer was out there…was he really ready for something like that? He was only just figuring himself out, this might have been jumping into things a lot faster than he was prepared for. On the other hand…was there a better way of really figuring himself out than real life? Maybe he’d find it wasn’t really his thing after all, once he actually did it…or maybe he’d confirm the truth and get to experience something he never thought he’d get in his entire life. He was certainly anxious, certainly awkward, but they’d been good friends to him so far, and at the very least Keith seemed intent on keeping things in check…

Swallowing, he managed to stammer out. “I…I…I think…I’d…maybe like…to try some things…uh, but…just…s-slowly. I’m, uh…I’m new to…actually doing stuff like this…”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” snickered Carlos. “Your pace, start to finish. We’ll help you figure out where your comfort zone is before we get too hot and heavy, I promise. If you’re not comfortable with it, I’m gonna feel like shit, so you can believe I’ll do everything I can to make sure it’s GOOD for you.”

“I’ll make sure they don’t overdo it, either,” agreed Keith. “Well, I guess if we’re doing this, let’s get somewhere a BIT more comfortable…” He reached out to Dennis, who took his hand, still somewhat flustered but already feeling a little better. It had been his choice to make, and he’d made it…having that bit of control over things felt good.

———

Which didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous as all hell when the reality was even more imminent.

They were in Keith’s bedroom, mutually agreed-on as the best one for Dennis, as it was warmer than the others, more comfortable for a naked human - which they apparently had some experience with to draw from. Dennis could understand what they meant, the air was on the warm and steamy side in there, but not chokingly so, it made him feel just a little more relaxed, a good thing when he was incredibly tense to start with. They’d coaxed his clothes off, leaving him just as nude as the three morphs…Dennis felt so outclassed by them, all three of them were better-looking than he was, be it the thicker and bulkier frame of Keith or the leaner and more streamlined body of Dylan or the meet-in-the-middle form of Carlos, and they were all hung FAR better, double or more anything he possessed, even when it was trying its best to show off everything it could. Yet, that aspect of it wasn’t really bothering him, in fact something about it felt oddly right, fitting…maybe he felt undeserving and that was why he was as anxious as he was, or maybe it was just the unfamiliarity of everything.

Whatever it was, it had him shaking a little bit still, enough that Keith was getting that look in his eye. “If you’re having second thoughts, we can stop this right now.”

Dennis swallowed. “N-no…just…it’s new, I…I’m just…it’s a lot to take in. But…I want to do this.”

“…Well, okay. I just don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“Right now, you’re almost pressuring him the other way,” pointed out Carlos. “Maybe ease up with the big brother act, big guy. Dennis ain’t a kid, and he knows what he wants.”

“Someone needs to keep things from running out of control here. I’m just trying to make sure they’re going at his speed, not yours, you hornballs.”

“Says the guy sporting the biggest boner of all of us,” cracked Dylan. Keith flushed, looking away a bit, but there was no denying the truth, he was the biggest of the three and looked no less aroused than the other two. At least now Dennis was feeling a little less awkward about seeing it in front of his face, the shock of it had worn off and the appeal was starting to take more precedence. All three of the morphs had similar cocks in terms of shape - pointed tips that narrowed off-center, the first inch or so widening pretty significantly, and then the rest of the length having a gradual taper up to the base. The differences all corresponded with the differences between them - Keith’s was a deep red color, slightly longer and thicker than the others, and was clearly steaming with heat, releasing a rather thick and spicy musk into the air; Dylan’s was slightly shorter and thinner than the others, a modest pink color, giving off a sweet scent and leaking a fluid from the end that looked rather thick; Carlos once again was splitting the difference between the two in terms of size, was a darker pink with black bands, and had a rougher texture to it, something akin to sandpaper. The size and the unusual attributes had him a touch nervous, but the three had assured him that, in spite of these factors, they hadn’t ever had any problems with others not being able to handle them…Dennis trusted them on this, they were definitely more experienced than he was.

“Since we don’t wanna overwhelm you,” suggested Carlos, “maybe pick one of us to start with. Then you can decide if you wanna try one or both of us after, or if you’re not good for going on further. Don’t worry about us, if you’re not up for further rounds we’re plenty good with having our own fun.”

“Y-yeah…I, uh…figured from the, uh, show you put on…accidentally.” Dennis swallowed again, it wasn’t the heat that was making his mouth dry, but it probably was helping it along. Pick one…he hoped they wouldn’t be offended if they weren’t first, but he didn’t think they would be. Any one of them had their upsides…Dylan was smaller and thus probably would have the least harsh introduction for his rear end, and Carlos apparently could feel the feelings of others, so would probably be the best attuned to if he felt discomfort. But the choice his mind gravitated to was the one who was the most cautious about the whole thing…Keith may have been the largest, but he was also the most attentive out of the gate, and Dennis felt like that would probably translate to being the gentlest to start. Besides, if he was the largest, that would have to meant that he’d be able to handle the other two just fine if he wanted to, right? “I…I’d like for it to be Keith, please.”

Keith seemed surprised by that. “You…you’re sure?”

A nod from Dennis. “Yeah…I…I think there’s good things about all of you, but…I’d like to go with you, if…if that’s all right.” He didn’t say why he felt that way, not wanting to accidentally offend the others by implying that they might be too rough or something. It was his choice, he didn’t have to justify it to them, right?

The Charmeleon morph bowed his head for a moment, then gave a nod. “All right…if that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do. How do you want to do this?”

“Uh…well…I…don’t really…”

“Ah…right, you probably wouldn’t really know more than just the general common stuff…hm, okay, let’s try this. I’ll sit on the bed, you can sort of sit on me…I’ll hold you and thrust up into you. It should keep things at a pretty gentle pace, to get you used to everything, and you’ll have some control over the speed as well. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah…I think so, anyway. I don’t really know what it’s going to be like.”

“You’ll have a chance to get used to it.” Keith stepped over to his bed, covered in a fire-themed bedspread that looked almost like it was burning already - but which, somewhat ironically, was entirely fireproof itself. Though Keith was trying to look controlled, his tail was swishing around a bit, casting off licks of flame here and there…Dennis had the feeling that he was more eager than he wanted to let on. But for Dennis’s sake he was reining it in, which the human very much appreciated. He sat on the edge of the bed, scootching back just a little bit and spreading his legs, his fiery staff standing proudly upright. “All right…why don’t you come and, ah, position yourself, and then we’ll get you sitting or kneeling down…I’ll keep hold of you so you don’t lose your balance.”

Dennis swallowed a bit, throat feeling dry, but he did as Keith suggested, moving towards the broad-bodied Charmeleon morph and half-climbing onto him. The feeling of the red-scaled body was pretty steamy, but he was somewhat used to that by now…Keith always felt hot, but never painful. What he wasn’t quite ready for was how much MORE that would be the case for the Charmeleon’s cock…his own brushed against it as he worked his way onto the reptile, and he gasped a bit from the sudden burn and tingle through his shaft. Where Keith’s scales were like a mug of coffee that had just been poured, his penis was like a pan pulled out of the oven, blazingly hot, and with an oily wetness to it that clung to him, letting the furious heat linger. Yet, despite how hot it felt, it remained painless…there was something special about Keith’s fire that made it harmless unless he wanted it otherwise. And without the pain, a rather potent feeling of pleasure was all that came out of that touch.

And if that was how it felt outside, Dennis could only imagine how it was going to feel inside…it was going to be a lot, he could tell. But he took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he got himself upright against Keith’s body. There was a pretty heavy scent in the air, something arousing, heavy yet compelling in a way Dennis couldn’t quite understand, he just felt…it was sort of setting him at ease, and stoking him up a bit in other ways, the more he smelled it the more he wanted this. But there were still factors that were giving him pause, particularly when he felt that cock nudge against his rear end. He looked back down at it, tensing a bit from the raw heat…pressed against his rear, that beast of a rod looked even bigger than ever, giving him second thoughts about whether he was ready for it.

It was Carlos who picked up on that and spoke up. “I know it looks like a lot, Dennis, but I promise you, it won’t even be uncomfortable. You’re not the first human we’ve fooled around with, we’ve learned a lot about how things go…I’m not even lying, Keith could shove that entire thing in you right now and you’d be seeing stars, but it’d be in the good way.”

“R…really?”

“I’m NOT going to do that,” hissed Keith.

“I wasn’t TELLING you to, hothead,” Carlos replied with an eye roll. “I was just saying. We’ve never had any issues with compatibility or prep or anything. We can’t REALLY say for sure why, but most of us are pretty sure that Margarite Magenta made it that way so it would be easier for us to do whatever we wanted without having to worry about the logistics…because I’m pretty sure she knows what we’re doing and when we’re doing it, and she revels in it, so she wants to encourage it as much as possible.”

Dennis blinked. “Wait…are you…saying she’s watching us?”

“Definitely not, like, watching real time or anything,” Dylan said quickly. “We don’t really know WHAT she’s doing, but she’s hinted she knows pretty specifically what happens a lot of the time with her transformees. But you don’t have to worry about it, pretty sure she doesn’t keep dossiers or anything, and she’s never come for anyone or anything like that. That’s not the way she likes to work.”

There were a lot of weird things around these weird people. But they were good people, even if there was weirdness around, and Dennis trusted that they weren’t misleading him. So he settled down and looked away, putting his faith in Carlos being entirely correct, and bracing himself on Keith, while the Charmeleon held tight to him. “We’re gonna start at your pace, so you go ahead and go down when you’re ready. Don’t feel the need to rush it…I’m sure NO ONE is going to try to push you faster than you’re ready to go.” Dennis could almost feel the eye rolls from the other two morphs, but paid that as little mind as he could; he was glad Keith was emphasizing restraint, it was helping him feel more comfortable.

The first push was tentative, Dennis tensing a bit as his pucker flared with heat, and stretched out around that pointed tip. It wasn’t much at that first breach, but he could feel it get wider pretty quickly…but, as promised, it wasn’t painful. In fact, it felt actually pretty good…better than he would have expected, there was a bit of strain in his ass as it was opened up like this for the first time, but the heat was actually soothing it and making it feel almost desirable. If this was how it felt, Dennis was starting to realize just how lucky he might have been…he was aware that it was definitely NOT supposed to be quite that smooth, not under normal circumstances. How lucky he was that there were abnormal circumstances to be had, if this was the payoff…

Still, he didn’t push his luck, and his descent onto Keith’s poker was inching, gradual, working himself slowly open for the Charmeleon. He could hear the reptile’s breathing getting heavier as he did, and feel his grip tighten just a little bit…maybe forcing himself to keep himself in check. Dennis wondered how he could get if he really cut loose…a tiny part of him wondered if he might want to see that at some point. He wasn’t ready for that now, though, still feeling nervous even if that was slowly easing with every additional inch that got into his rear. That heat was pulsing through him now, more potent than ever, burning hot over every bit of his inner flesh that it touched…but never had a burn felt so NICE before. It was making him shiver and moan, radiating bliss through him like he’d never known before.

Before he really knew it, he found his rear meeting Keith’s lap. It almost surprised him that it was all the way in…it felt quite huge inside him, though the burn was the more salient sensation, almost making the stretch a non-factor. Keith gave him an encouraging rub on the side as Dennis settled onto his knees, panting and leaking a little bit from his own cock, which was quite close to brushing against those steamy scales. “How’re you doing, Dennis?”

“Good…ah, really…good. I…didn’t think it would be…THIS easy…”

“Yeah…whatever else there is to say about Margarite Magenta, her magic sure as hell works. You go ahead and get moving whenever you’re ready, and I’ll just follow along.”

Dennis nodded; he really didn’t feel like he needed to wait to be ready at this point, not when it felt as good as it did. But he did take a moment to adjust himself on the bed, making sure he was nice and balanced before he started. His first rise was slow and short, only drawing an inch or so out of him before sinking back on…the heat was still the most effective stimulus, but the motion was certainly not insignificant, and he could distinctly feel that rub against his walls that added to the delight of that heat. His next effort got a little more adventurous, picking himself up a little further and faster, moaning out under Keith’s slightly rumbling growl.

“Damn…he is SO into this,” murred Carlos, slowly stroking his own shaft as he watched the scene in front of him.

“I don’t think you need to be an empath to tell that,” snickered Dylan, likewise working his own tool. Their scents were mingling in the air of the steamy bedroom, though Keith’s was still overpowering them at the moment. Dennis felt himself redden a bit at the reminder that they had an audience for this…well, maybe it was fair, he HAD walked in on them getting frisky. He tried not to let it affect him, everyone here was an adult doing adult things they agreed on, and they all knew each other that way, it wasn’t like there was anything really strange here.

The reassurances lasted until he sank down and felt a particularly strong jolt of heated pleasure through him, making him cry out a bit in amorous ecstasy. He had to stop for a moment, and Keith held a bit to him to keep him from losing stability. “Easy, there…guess we found that pleasure button in there.”

“Oh…wow…I’d heard about that, but…” Dennis shook his head, panting a bit. “Feeling it is way different…”

“Yeah, we’re all lucky enough to have a couple extra hot spots in us, but only one of us can take advantage of that with each of us.” Keith shifted a bit, straightening up a bit more and getting his arms around Dennis more. “I’m gonna start to thrust a bit more while you move, is that all right?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s…that should be fine.” Dennis shook off the breathlessness a little and started to move again, and now Keith was starting to rock his hips up into the human a little as he moved down, deliberately trying to probe for that nub again. The shock of it wasn’t quite as intense now that Dennis was aware of it, but it still sent a fair spike into him every time they lined up to meet it most effectively; sometimes they would just barely graze against it from the thickness of Keith’s cock, but when the tip caught it, it seemed to sear a little bit harder, pumping a dose of that rapturous heat into it and amping up the reactions. More tightly he clung to the Charmeleon, getting a bit more vivacious with his movements, rising up and dropping faster, enjoying everything he was feeling - he was getting used to the stretch and the heat in earnest now, it felt like an absurdly perfect fit, something that he knew had to be more of that magic at work, but he wasn’t about to complain.

One part of him was, though - he knees were starting to get sore and tense, getting a workout they were very much not used to. He felt them buckle a bit as he tried to rise up, and squeezed onto Keith as he dropped down again. “Ah…w-wait…”

“You okay?” Keith asked, instantly stopping.

“Yeah, I…I feel…really good, except in my legs…c-can you, ah…”

Keith didn’t need further explanation. “As long as you’re okay with it. But tell me if you think I’m going too hard, I can ease up.” He half-lifted and half-turned Dennis, rotating him until he was on his back on the bed, with Keith positioned over him; this allowed Dennis to let his legs relax and drape over the side of the bed, which helped take the ache away from them as they relaxed. Now Keith was in control…but Dennis didn’t feel nearly as nervous about this as he might have if they’d started this way. He gave a slight nod to the Charmeleon, granting him license to start up.

Keith’s initial thrusts were still a bit more energetic than Dennis’s last, but not so much that it felt overwhelming. He was still taking it at a modest past, but that was all they really needed - Dennis was starting to feel the heat build further, steam was jetting from Keith’s nostrils, and his own cock was feeling that tightness in it, like he could pop at any moment. And with the Charmeleon being very adept at catching his prostate in this new position, Dennis was being pushed towards the edge even more intensely than before. He gripped Keith’s arms tightly, moaning and crying out freely now, shyness over having observers now only a memory.

“I’m…hng…I’m getting close, Dennis…” Keith’s voice had a tension to it that gave it a slight growl, sending an odd shiver through Dennis - it felt rougher, more bestial than he’d come off as before, but in a way it was kind of enticing. “Gotta know…do you…want me to pull out, or finish inside? It’s, ah, hot, but it won’t burn you or anything…”

This didn’t really feel like the moment to be trying to make decisions, when he was on the verge of popping himself…for Dennis, though, this felt too good to try to stop, and if he was going all the way already… “I-in, please…ah, Keith, I’m, I’m almost there…”

Whether it was intended or not, Keith took that as an indication to make the last push. He suddenly stepped up the pace quite a lot, pulling back and ramming in much more fiercely, getting a cry out of Dennis as he felt that heat flare up in him…and then the human was going off, shooting his seed up onto those blazing scales, making it hiss and spit fiercely as it quickly faded into a dry, tacky residue. The shots that landed on Dennis weren’t quite as quickly dispelled, but he wasn’t concerned with that, more overrun by the waves of pleasure coursing through him. This felt SO different from using his hand, somehow much more intense and satisfying…

And it only got better when Keith growled out and slammed in one last time, and Dennis began to feel that magma flood into his rear. His eyes opened wide, cries pitching up as he felt that flaring heat within him - Keith’s spunk was MUCH hotter than his dick was, and his dick was already pretty blazing hot! Streaks of wet heat seared over his inner flesh with each pulse, filling him with a heat he wasn’t at all prepared for, it felt like he was steaming in a sauna except from the inside out. He clung to the Charmeleon as they rode out their orgasms together, Keith now barely moving except for briefly grinding against Dennis now, pushing against that pleasure button inside the human to try to make the rush last as long as possible.

There was only so long that he could keep it up, though, and eventually Dennis fell slack on the bed, panting hard, sweat dripping down him from the exertion and the heat. The feeling of fullness wasn’t abating, but the heat was slowly ebbing down everywhere inside…he still felt hot, but a bit cooler than when that seed was being freshly fired into him. “Ahn…that…that was…wow…”

“I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?” Keith asked, slightly breathless and slightly anxious.

“No, no…I…that end was…g-good…”

“You really gotta stop worrying so much,” snickered Carlos. “I coulda told you he was over the moon from start to finish.”

“I’m going to listen to HIM, thank you very much,” grumped the Charmeleon. “Still, I’m glad you enjoyed it…wanted to make sure your first time was everything you could want.”

“He’s especially glad you told him to cum inside,” cracked Dylan. Keith glowered at the Grovyle, who just grinned back. “Don’t look at me like that, hothead, we all know you HATE pulling out.”

“As if you’re one to talk.”

“I’m not the one pretending I wouldn’t mind it.”

Keith wanted to snap back, but Dennis pulled him out of that diversion. “It’s fine…I…I’m glad I did, it’s…weird, feeling so hot like that, but it feels really good afterwards…it’s like the heat’s relaxing me.”

“…Well, I’m glad it was good for you, that’s what matters more.” Keith slowly pulled himself out of Dennis, a bit of that heated spunk leaking from Dennis as he did. It left the human with a feeling of almost emptiness that felt incredibly foreign to him…like his body wanted to have it back in him right away. That feeling was abating slowly, but he found the sentiment not entirely disagreeable. And there were certainly prospects…he tilted his head slightly towards Dylan and Carlos, and the erections they were sporting. They certainly hadn’t spent themselves watching the show, perhaps hoping he’d still be game for more by the time he was done.

And maybe he was.

Perhaps it wasn’t surprising that Carlos was the first to pick up on that. “Interested?”

“You wanna give him a few minutes to rest before trying to jump on him at least?” growled Keith.

“Not my fault he’s looking at us like he’s still hungry. I’m just checking, relax.”

Dennis eventually managed a nod; he felt red-faced again, but not nearly as much as he had been before…now that the deed had been done for the first time, he knew more of what to expect, it didn’t seem as daunting. “I…I would. Uh…is it…better if I wait a bit?”

Dylan shrugged. “Well, most dudes have a bit of down time at least…unless you were like us and you got blessed with a bunch of extra stamina. We can usually go three or four times before we need to settle down. Convenient because we like to do rotations. But it’s up to you, we can work ya to the end easily enough even if we finish first.”

“Uh…I…well, I guess…I don’t want to keep you waiting…”

“You don’t have to-” Keith started, but the movement from Dylan and Carlos forestalled him.

“You need to relax, hot stuff, Dennis knows what he’s doing,” said Carlos with a grin. “How about this, we’ll go at you together, but don’t worry, we’ll take it easy on you. And trust me, if you wanna have a first time with oral, you WANT it to be Dylan, he’s like blowjob easy mode.”

“He…is?” Dennis looked a bit nervously at the Grovyle’s staff - the smallest of the three but still a good piece of dick. “I don’t, uh, think anything that big looks easy…”

“Well, if you’re gonna try deepthroating it right off…well, okay, that’s still easier than a lot of guys, but you don’t HAVE to. Licking and sucking what you can is enough. And I’m talking taste, he’s sweet and pleasant, most dudes aren’t as enjoyably flavorful.”

“Haven’t had a poor review yet,” bragged Dylan rather grandly. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to take in more than you can handle.”

Dennis nodded; it was a bit daunting to step up to two so quickly, but he didn’t want to leave either of them out. “Okay…uh, how should I…”

“Just roll over and scootch over onto the long way.” Dylan was getting onto the bed near the head, climbing near Keith’s pillows and settling onto his knees. Carlos mounted up on the other end, scooting towards Dennis as the human took the indicated position. He was getting some of his cum on the bedcovers, but Keith wasn’t saying anything about that so he doubted that it was that much of a problem. He was technically on all fours now, but low to the bed, more stretched out than upright…and Dylan’s cock was right in his face, its sweet scent filling his nose, making him flush a bit. But not in the bad way…he could feel his cock stirring again already, despite feeling a bit of tension in it from how recently he’d gone off.

“Don’t worry, bud…” Dylan rubbed Dennis’s head, grinning down in an easygoing way. “You don’t have to take all of it…unless you WANT to, of course.”

“Trust me, better to sample before going all in,” agreed Carlos as he settled into place, pressing the tip of his tool against Dennis’s rear. “This is going to feel a bit rougher than Keith’s, but I promise it’s not going to hurt. The friction feels REALLY good…or so I’ve heard, at least.”

Dennis nodded, trying to brace himself for what was going to feel very different. “I…think I’m ready. Go ahead…” He did his best to relax as he felt the tip push in…and then gasped and groaned a bit as Carlos sank in quite a bit more, not taking it as slowly as Keith had. And he could FEEL what the Krokorok was talking about…the surface of his cock felt like a fine-grained sandpaper, scratching just a little against his innards. One of those things that he couldn’t have imagined feeling that good, but instead of discomfort, a shiver of bliss ran through his lower half.

He hadn’t forgotten about Dylan, and now that Carlos was in and he wasn’t in danger of clenching his jaw down too much, he started to lick along the surface of that Grovyle stem. And the promised flavor delight was immediately evident…there was a sweet, slightly green taste to it, like he was sampling something fruity in a fragrant forest. There was certainly a hint of something else there…Dennis wasn’t sure whether he could really call it a ‘musky’ scent, but there was something there that was twigging his brain similarly to that. With nothing about it to dislike, though, he was quickly finding the hesitation wearing off, his licks getting more vigorous.

“Yeah, that’s the stuff…don’t worry about skill, you’ll have no problem getting me close enough,” murred Dylan as he scooted forward a bit, making it easier for Dennis to lick at every part of him. The human was enjoying every second of that, getting himself nice and close to that slit and trying to lick against it and even in it a little bit. The more he worked Dylan up, the more he was rewarded with a gradually rising drool of sticky precum from the tip of that length, which his tongue eagerly glommed onto. It was sweet and fruity, thicker than he would have expected from just pre…and he knew he definitely wanted more.

That wasn’t the only more he was getting, though. Carlos was starting to thrust with a force and vigor that was almost a match for Keith’s last stretch, putting that recently-broken-in tush through its paces. It was quite a bit more than Dennis had been expecting, and he was feeling a different kind of heat through him now, a more friction-focused heat that sent a consistent buzz through his anus, making him twitch and clench here and there. He hadn’t really known what to expect from it at first, but in the middle of the act, he was finding it quite enjoyable…and that was getting him to relax more, knowing that he really could handle this despite what it had looked like at first.

And that gave him just a little bit of extra boldness to try to further Dylan’s pleasure…he found himself opening up and wrapping his lips around the tip of the Grovyle’s cock, pushing himself down a bit to experimentally press it inside him. His tongue teased the tip a bit as he passed over it, trying to get it a little deeper into him…he wasn’t quite ready to take it in his throat, but before that was easy enough, Dylan was big but it wasn’t as much of a stretch as it looked like it might be at first. He felt Dylan’s hand lay on his back, almost like the Grovyle was restraining himself from putting it somewhere further up…Dennis was somewhat glad for that, but a part of him was wondering if it would really be that bad.

The two morphs were getting more and more into it, moans and growls (which sounded more like trills in Dylan’s case) getting louder from them as the pleasure built up more and more. Dennis was slowly getting less passive, pushing back into Carlos just a bit and squeezing more deliberately on that abrasive rod, and getting a more vigorous pounding in response. He was bobbing more on Dylan’s shaft as well, getting deeper and testing his throat just a little bit, swallowing down what pre he could get out of it. He’d been nervous about going too deep in, knowing that there was an issue with gagging if he pushed himself too far…but, oddly enough, the more he swallowed that sticky fluid, the less he felt like gagging when he teased that part of his throat. Like it was relaxing that or something…he wondered if that wasn’t the case.

Dylan wasn’t ready for him to test that for real, gasping as he felt another couple inches get swallowed down when Dennis pushed the tip deeper within him. “Yai! D-dang, you’re not holding back nearly as much as I thought you would!”

“He’s getting a lot more unwound,” agreed Carlos with a wide grin. “I think he’s gonna be a lot of fun…when he’s comfortable around people, anyway.”

“Don’t be crude, Carlos,” admonished Keith from the side…though, he wasn’t exactly doing that much better, stroking himself to the sight of Dennis being double-teamed.

“Relaaaaax, I’m not calling him a slut or anything.” Carlos leaned over more and started hammering away, his cock starting to throb a bit as he neared his limit. “I probably don’t need to ask…you want me in, don’t you? Don’t worry about pulling off of Dylan, your feelings will tell me all I need to know.”

Dennis’s feelings were probably an open book to all of them at this point, it was pretty evident he wasn’t going to ask for an early exit from Carlos. Nor from Dylan, who’s cock he was taking a bit deeper still…there wasn’t that much stopping him, and he could tell Dylan was getting a lot out of it. The Grovyle’s hand had drifted up to his head by now, though he wasn’t forcing Dennis down…there was a gentle press, but not enough to stop him from pulling back. With wet slaps from behind and lewd slurps from the front, it was obvious that things were about to come to a head, the only question being who was going to blow first - the Krokorok drilling in from behind, the Grovyle getting a messy blow up front, or the human in the middle who was rock hard once again from the relentless poking of that hot spot inside him, to say nothing of the raw raking along his innards.

It was Carlos who crashed into the wall first among them, a snarl escaping his maw as he unloaded inside Dennis, his thicker, grittier fluid pumping in deep to join the lingering heat from Keith’s prior action. He stopped thrusting but not moving, rocking back and forth to try to push Dennis over the line, making the human squirm and writhe until he erupted for the second time, a much weaker release staining the bedcovers as he squeezed and spasmed around the Krokorok. Dylan was the last one of the trio to go off, and Dennis made sure to pull back just enough to make sure that every bit of that sweet load got into his mouth…though not all of it stayed there, the robust release more than he could swallow on command. It was remarkable, though, thick and sticky and almost like syrup, intensely sweet with a fruity flavor to it, and Dennis was enchanted by it. He fought to swallow as much as he could, but some of it leaked out of his mouth, drooling onto the bed and adding to the mess there. Probably not the first time those covers had soaked up that syrup, though…

The high didn’t last quite as long for Dennis this time, and he was well and truly spent afterwards - he could tell he’d pushed the limits of what he could manage and his body was going to tell him no more for a good while. But the abating rush gave way to a more placid contentment, especially as he was able to relax with Dylan’s load slowing and being easier to keep up with. Carlos had settled down, as well, no longer trying to push that hot button actively, his own jizz almost fully expent inside the human’s chambers. He rubbed Dennis’s sides and stomach as he panted contentedly. “Oh, yeah…that was fantastic. Who’da thought you’d be up for this kinda thing…could make for a fun diversion some days if you’re in the mood, don’t you think?”

Dennis couldn’t quite answer, even after he finally was able to pull off of Dylan’s cock, needing to catch his breath and swallow as much of that sticky stuff as he could…but his mind was once again clear on the matter, he definitely wouldn’t have minded more of this. They clearly knew how to make it feel good…and he seemed to be doing a decent job at returning the favor, surprisingly. He certainly wasn’t going to be doing this with just anyone, but with these three, he felt pretty comfortable.

Once Carlos had extracted himself from Dennis, Keith stepped back over, taking hold of Dennis and helping him to shaky legs, mostly holding the human upright. “How’re you feeling, Dennis?”

“Good…ah, wiped out, kinda…my legs are, ah, gonna fall out from under me…”

“I’ve got you, don’t worry. Let’s get you to the shower and get you cleaned up…should help you relax and recover a bit, too.”

Dennis nodded, hardly about to ask for anything else. A good cleaning sounded good right about now…though there would definitely be parts of this experience that wouldn’t be wiped away. And he wouldn’t have wanted them to be.

———

A couple hours later saw Dennis back on his feet properly. He’d spent some time gaming with the trio while his body regained its energy from the wild time he’d had with them. It was almost like nothing had happened…except for the remaining feeling of tacky spunk inside him, the lingering sweet taste on his tongue, and the occasional light tease about what he might be wanting from the morphs, mostly Dylan and Carlos. Not that he minded…honestly, he felt closer to them than he ever had in the aftermath of everything, and all the teasing could be taken in stride.

Eventually, though, he knew he had to call it a day and get back to his own place. A hug from each of them was the last thing he got before bidding them farewell. “I really had a great time…I never thought this was how I was gonna lose my virginity, but…I’m definitely glad it happened this way.”

“I’m glad we could make it a good experience for you,” replied Carlos. “And it doesn’t have to be a one-time deal, either. But don’t feel pressured to make it a constant thing, either - we may be somewhat randy buggers, but we have restraint, and we don’t wanna ruin a good thing by making you feel obligated.”

“Though we’re not gonna be quick to say no if you’re offering,” added Dylan with a wink.

“Even if I was a bit more…restrained than everyone else here…” Keith glanced at the others, who looked mildly exasperated but said nothing. “…I had a really good time, too. This isn’t something we can just share with anyone…a lot of the humans who can see us aren’t comfortable with that. We’ll do everything we can to make sure, whatever we do, we make it as good for you as we can. Because we want you to feel like your life’s better for knowing the real us.”

Dennis nodded back, smiling. “I think my life’s a lot better for that…thank you guys, so much, for everything. I hope we get more chances to enjoy each other.”

As they waved goodbye to him for the evening, Dennis felt quite a bit different from how he’d been when he’d arrived that day. It felt like he’d found something he’d always wanted but never thought he could have…and found it in three caring people who just happened to look a bit different from the norm. In a way he rather liked, at that. College was meant to be a time that he could explore himself and experience new things, and now he felt like he was truly getting there. And while he might never be a social butterfly, there were at least three people he knew he could feel comfortable with and share himself with in ways he could only imagine before. Maybe there were other good experiences hiding in plain sight…and Dennis had a feeling he was going to be more willing to open his eyes towards them.