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The battle was over before it had begun. Even Solomon knew that.

But he still tried his best anyway. Rory had given it his all and if they just had a bit more time…

That eighth badge kept eluding his grasp. One time was no biggie, but five?! Things were getting a bit ridiculous if you asked Solomon.

Alas, he faulted his Pokemon. His Salamence was his steadfast friend and companion, raised from a runt Bagon found crying in a ravine. Their meeting was kismet, as they’d both fallen into the passage by their own clumsiness. A blossoming and powerful brotherhood formed from then on.

That feeling came again. Like a warm layer of sun upon his chest, coaxing him gently from his slumber. Sol could always feel when Rory was anxious or worried. With a heave, he shifted himself out the covers, but not so abrupt as to disturb the sleeping Wartortle by his side. The little guy put up his share of the fight early that day against some goons and was thoroughly tuckered out. Sol traced finger across the turtle’s smooth head then sat up. He threw a plain white tee over his modest torso. Sol was no male model, but he was fit enough. Besides, who needs walking when you’ve got a huge dragon to fly you around?

Sol shuffled out the hotel elevator in his sweatpants and yawned.

“Are you outside again?” he spoke aloud to himself.

This was the second night since his defeat and Sol decided that the two just needed a break. He’d saved up enough funds to stay the week in the city and planned to use every moment to relax. Yet, Rory was restless. Sol found the Salamence in a moonlit clearly not far from the hotel, his strained countenance turned towards the heavens, as if the Pokemon were trying to grasp a metaphysical concept through the stars themselves. Sol chuckled to himself and sat next to the large dragon.

Rory’s face softened, still gazing at the sky. He let out a sigh and laid forward upon the grass. Sol gently pet his head.

“How ya doin’ buddy”

“Rrrrggh…” Rory growled. A soreness remained where the bandages on his tail and left wing covered. Rory lifted his head to nuzzle his trainer. Sol pressed his forehead against the dragon’s smooth scales. Rory’s warm breath tickled his cheeks a ruffled his short, brown hair. Rory nudged forward and licked Sol’s chin.

“Hey big guy, I don’t know if out here is the best place for uhh, that.”

Rory whined disappointedly but pressed on. Sliding his wide tongue down to his neck. Sol gasped softly. Before he could push his companion away, Rory moved down his shirt, lightly caressing a nipple. Sol hopped back at the sensitive touch and Rory pulled his head away. The big dragon looked down cast for a moment until he saw Sol take his shirt off.

The young man shrugged. Hell, why not, thought Sol. It was late enough at night and deep enough in the woods where they most likely wouldn’t be disturbed. Besides, he’d waken up with a boner and this was far better than masturbation. It hadn’t been too long since they’d discovered their true feelings about one another, but being intimate came so naturally.

Rory’s eyes widened and sparkled at the sight of his trainer and best friend. The dragon could never resist the feeling up Sol in any way he could. Rory lapped across his partner’s neck and torso with his wide and slobbery tongue. Sol always found his eagerness adorable and gave him encouraging rubs on his broad forehead. Though always enthusiastic, Rory was always gentle and loving. His tongue had that tell-tale reptilian dexterity, but it was also warm, sending shivers through Sol’s tender flesh as it roved over his nipples then down to his thigh. The dragon progressively worked his way downward, past his chest, sliding down his toned stomach, then wrapping around his inner thigh and squeezing. A deep sigh escaped Sol as the tongue dragged across his taint, scrotum, then penis. Rory played with the supple balls and cock, making sure to take in their familiar, strong flavor. The trainer’s breath was getting shallow, his dick now pointing high in the night air.

Sol gently moved the dragon’s head back. Rory was confused; was he not doing a good enough job? “Huh, you’re doing …great big guy but… we got all night. Roll on your back for me.”

Rory understood and did as he was told, taking care not to put pressure on his injured wing. The Pokémon’s length was fully unsheathed, displaying a proud 19” inch reptilian penis. The red flesh glowed pale as it glistened and pulsed in the moonlight. Precum drizzled across the dragon’s belly, leaving him panting heavily in anticipation. Solomon grinned and maneuvered himself onto the dragon’s chest, positioning his head just in front of Rory’s pulsing tip.

Their first few attempts, Solomon had been daunted and too unnerved by the sheer size of the dragon’s member to try fellatio. But, as with all things, many long, awkward, and caring nights of practice yielded the sought after result. Too a bystander, it would’ve appeared that a young man had unhinged his jaw to fit a third of a fully grown Salamence’s penis into his mouth. Sol allowed the oblong penis glide down his throat. He mentally thanked his meticulous training again, because if Rory had been as aggressive as most of his species, then he’d find himself in a world of trouble with a horny Salamence trying to fit every of his cock down his throat. Sol simply took a girthy third of it in his mouth and sucked deeply. Rory wriggled in delight on the ground. He knew this was just foreplay, but it was important nonetheless. As much he wanted his trainer to fuck him till dawn, he was willing to wait a savor the treat in front him. The Salamence craned his neck upwards and pushed his snout between Sol exposed ass. He pressed his tongue inward, pushing past Sol’s tightness. The smooth anal walls welcomed their guest with playful clenches and undulations. The tongue pressed upward, practically pushing Sol forward on Rory’s dick. The sudden entrance sent shivers through Sol’s hips as he took more of the length into his mouth.

The jittery vibrations around the tip of the dragon’s cock told Sol that he was getting close. He slid his mouth away, Rory recognizing the signal to begrudgingly stopped tonguing Sol’s asshole. This was the fun part. The young man slid off the dragon and move around to his exposed rear, pucker winking in anticipation. Though at the point of bursting himself, Sol resisted and slowly slid his cock in Rory’s ass. It was much wider than any human’s, so his entrance was smooth. Rory could still feel every inch in girth and length of partner despite his ass’s spaciousness. A roar of delight escaped the blue dragon as his trainer plunged into him. Other than his cock, Sol’s favorite feature of Rory’s was his moist tailhole that seemed to self-lubricate whenever he was horny. He grabbed ahold of the thick and muscular thighs and began to plow into Rory. Sol loved how big Rory was because it never had to hold back when he really wanted to fuck the hell out of his ass. Finding his rhythm, Solomon turned his attention to Rory’s cock, the slick member leaking precum across his tummy. He released his grip on the dragon’s thighs to grab ahold of the fat prick with both hands. He continued to pump into Rory’s fat ass along with pumping his cock his hands.

Silence was the last thing on the Salamence’s mind. Rory let loose all manner of grumbles, growls, and roars as each wet slap sent him into a frenzy. Solomon was practically hugging Rory’s dick, half soaked with his precum as he slammed him with his own. Before the two could reach the summit of their climax, a rustle was heard in a bush nearby. They’d been found out.

Sol cursed himself for not taking care to be quieter. There was a guarantee that someone was going to hear their lovemaking; Sol named him "Rory” for good reason. Rory became tense and the tight embrace of his walls locked his trainer in place. From the bushes, out stepped a little Wartortle, eyes cast shamefully downward.

The two lovers breathed a sigh of relief. Rory untensed and allowed Sol to walk over to the turtle Pokemon.

“Aww it’s ok Boomer, don’t worry. I shouldn’t have left you all alone in the room, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He said as he patted the Wartortle’s smooth, blue head.

Boomer perked up a bit and blushed. Now that Solomon was crouched down, he had a perfect view of his trainer’s erect penis; it was beautiful in the tiny turtle’s eyes. Sol noticed his gaze and chuckled softly.

“Well, if you want, you can help us out if you want. How’s that sound buddy?”

Now with his trainer’s full attention, Boomer’s shorter yet equally thick, dark member extended from an unassuming slit at his groin. Solomon lead Boomer back to Rory, who was still hard as rock but standing at attention, the proud rod easily touching the ground below. He was curious as to what his trainer had planned now.

Boomer pointed to Sol’s dick and looked up at him with a pleading gaze. There honestly had never been a cuter sight than seeing the Wartortle ask to give blowjob. Sol pointed to Rory’s member and Boomer’s eyes lit up. He needed no further instruction and proceeded towards the big dragon dick, cock swinging as he waddled. Rory’s melted away to pleasure as he felt the Wartortle suckle and lap at him at his dick. Meanwhile, Sol picked up where he left off with the Salamence’s hole. He grabbed his thighs again and fucked his partner forcefully and lovingly.

Sol picked up the pace and threw a leg over one of Salamence’s and held on to the dragon’s waist with his body. He hugged the wide abdomen while maneuvering his hips just enough to slip his cock back in. This way, he could really drive his dick into Rory’s sweet spot. Though, Sol had some initial reservations about Boomer’s eagerness, not sure if the turtle could handle the something so large on his first try. But Boomer lived to prove others wrong and never failed to impress. It was a bit comical at first, watching the blue pokemon struggle to wrap his small mouth around Rory’s cockhead. But with an adjustment here and there, Boomer managed to secure at least half of what his trainer could take in his throat. Recognizing his own limits, Boomer took it slow. The sight of the bulge in the Wartortle’s throat riled up Sol as he fucked Rory’s meaty ass even harder. This all proved to be too much for Rory, tipping him over the edge of ecstasy and beyond. With a buck of his hips, Rory’s load gushed into Boomer’s mouth and throat. The turtle tried to swallow as much as he could but was inexperienced and was drenched in a hose of semen. The tightening of Rory’s velvet walls propelled Sol into his own orgasm that quaked and ruptured throughout his body. Their combined orgasms must have lasted a full minute. The whole experience was, to understate, euphoric. Solomon and Rory were spent; Sol sweating, still drenched in pre, and Rory wheezing on the grass.

However, Boomer was still ecstatic, he himself covered from head to toe in globs of jizz. The cum covered turtle slid off the dragon’s belly and padded around to his cream filled hole. Boomer hesitated ever so slightly at the wonderful sight of the dragon’s sloppy tailhole. He closed his eyes and took a preliminary taste. His eyes shot open immediately. Boomer shoved his tongue and face into the pucker, savoring the sweet nectar of Sol’s cum mixed with Rory’s ass juices. There must have been some form of caffeine in that cocktail, because Sol had never seen Boomer so hyper. The now reenergized and emboldened, the little turtle scaled one of the dragon’s legs, held on an angle, then shove his cock into the warm, wet hole. Rory murred at the addition of Boomer’s cum. Sol couldn’t help but chuckle and helped the exhausted turtle off the Salamence’s thigh. It was clear that he’d had as much as he could handle for the night and placed the turtle on the grass to him. As usual, Sol pressed his mouth to Rory’s asshole to suck out the leftover semen, just as a small house-keeping tip he got from a trusted friend. Plus he loved the taste and the feeling of cum sliding down his throat.

After he felt that Rory’s asshole was sufficiently devoid of cum, Sol fell back into the grass. The three companions gazed at the sky as the hue gradually lightened as the sun rose. They’d been up all night.

“So, looks like we’re sleepin’ in today.”