Chapter 16: Two Heads Are More Impulsive Than One
Story by Beige on SoFurry
Thomas recovers from his injuries at the Hospital. But with one more pokeball than he remembered having and a missing friend, how will the man cope with the knowledge that his job - and his pokemon team he'd come to know and love - could be taken away from him.
[This story does contain explicit material, so if you're under the age of 18, you probably shouldn't read any further, blah blah blah.]
Bip bip… bip bip… bip bip…
The Brightness leaked a pinkish glow through his eyelids as Thomas regained consciousness. One eye creaked open, staring up at the flourescent lights of a small room before the other joined it. Then together they blinked, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Bip bip… bip bip… bip bip…
His eyes tracked around the room for the source of the beeping as he thought back to what he last remembered. He remembered walking through the cave, encountering the Salazzle and her harem and setting off again. Then flashes of the Crobat struck his mind, its horrible face and razor sharp winds cutting through the darkness like the manifestation of death that it was.
Bib-ip bib-ip bib-ip bib-ip…
Sitting bolt upright he grabbed for his chest, finding nothing but thin fabric. “Where are they?" he muttered to himself in mild panic. “Where- where are?..." The world was spinning, nothing was making sense. He crashed back down, the typical hard mattress of a hospital bed greeting him as his body ragdolled, barely strong enough to sit up. He stared in confusion at the drawers to his left. The beeps were definitely coming from that way, at least, what's what it sounded like. The top drawer was slightly open, so with a weak hand, Thomas reached for it. It took several tries, but eventually he managed to pull it out to reveal his pokedex, wrist bracers and a row of five pokeballs in a tray.
Bib-ip. Bib-ip. Bip bip… Bip bip…
He felt along the surfaces of them, but one felt off. Thomas was certain he'd not used a Great Ball before, let alone having one so badly pitted and scratched. He knew he had four pokeballs, but a Great Ball? Before he could press one of the buttons he heard a swoosh and some mumbling under the bed. Confused he began rolling further to his left to face down but a collection of cords and tubes pulled irritatingly on various parts of his body in the process. Grunting he rolled back the other way to see a woman in a white coat and scrubs giving directions to a hitmonlee - also in scrubs - to roll him back over.
“Mister Drake, is it?" She asked with a no-nonsense air about her. He nodded, confused as to why her voice was coming from somewhere else. “I'm Doctor Coral. I just need a few things from you first. Date of birth?" He rattled that off to the best of his ability, now confused as to why he sounded different. Thomas held up his hands to look at them carefully. “Okay…" She said, tapping away at something on her tablet “Mister Drake, do you know where you are?"
Thomas snapped himself out of it, blinking thoroughly before turning to look around. There was a privacy screen pulled around his bed, but he could see behind the doctor and out of his room was a hallway full of fancy equipment and what looked like nurses and surgeons wandering back and forth. He then looked at the host of machinery he was hooked up to, one of which having a vial replaced by the fighting-type pokemon, who had also apparently turned off whatever was beeping. “Hospital?" He answered a little confused as to how he got here from the cave.
“Good. What's the last thing you can remember?" She asked, jotting something down as the Hitmonlee returned to the doctors side.
“Got attacked by a… Crobat? I think?" He said, his throat crunchy from the lack of water. He looked around for some, and if knowing what he was after, the Hitmonlee produced a jug and cup from a shelf out of sight and began pouring some out. It handed him the plastic cup and Thomas nodded in thanks before taking a hesitant sip. It was cool, refreshing and exactly what he needed to help get his head around things. “I… Are they mine?" He asked, gesturing to the five pokeballs.
The Doctor consulted her notes, flicking through the pages on her tablet before finding the relevant one with a concerned 'hmm'. “When you arrived in the ER you only had four balls on you…" her brow furrowed as she looked through the various entries until relieved, she said “Ah, but your Noivern was the one that went for help and wasn't in his ball when you arrived." She flicked the screen again looking for more information. “Apparently the status of the other four balls was critical, so they all went to the Pokecenter for a checkup and he elected to go with."
Thomas looked around the room as if something would give him a clue as to what a Noivern was doing there. But something else was raising red flags, and it was pestering the mans brain. He went to run a hand through his hair when his fingers were halted by a bandage. He felt around it, down his scalp to his ear. Or rather, the thick padding around his ear. “What…"
The Doctor pulled over a stool and sat down, leaving the hitmonlee to stand behind her patiently. “Thomas, you sustained injuries that I honestly did not expect you to recover from." She said, calmly. Thomas listened on intensely, his fingers still pressing and probing at the bandage. “When that Crobat attacked, one of its fangs punctured your Jugular Vein, right here." She moved Thomas' hand to the much smaller gauze square held on by medical tape. “Unfortunately the other one went in through your ear, rendering you partially deaf in the process."
Thomas' eyes widened as his hand returned to his ear. He tried pulling off the bandages but the Hitmonlee was quick to act, holding the man's wrists until Thomas calmed down. “Mister Drake," The doctor said firmly, squeezing his shoulder with one hand as she tried to calm him down. “Thomas, the Crobat caused a lot of damage, but it needs time to heal. If you pull that off, I'll have to wrap it up again but I'll have to cuff you to the bed to stop you from unwrapping it again. And I don't want to do that."
Thomas sighed, relaxing his arm enough for the Hitmonlee to let go. He looked around, not wanting to look either of them in the face and spied a calendar on the wall in the nurses station across the hall. “Wait…" he said, his mind slowly processing the question he wanted to ask. “What day is it?"
The Doctor looked from Thomas to the Hitmonlee and back. “It's Saturday. You've been out for a little over two days." Thomas rubbed the bridge of his nose between a thumb and forefinger, trying to remain calm. The Doctor nodded to the Hitmonlee who pulled the screen closed before stepping out of the room, shutting the door behind it. Alone and free to talk, Doctor Coral brought Thomas up to speed. “As your doctor, Nurse Joy informed me of what's 'going on' and that your presence in the hospital would need to be very carefully dealt with. Only a handful of us know who you really are; but for now you're in our system as Thomas Pine."
“Thomas Pine?" He repeated, trying to sort things out in his head.
“Given the intriguing display by your Hakamo in the Route 13 Pokecenter, you're now a wanted man." Thomas went pale, his stomach dropping as suddenly he felt gravely ill. The Doctor noticed the change and continued, hoping an explanation may help him feel better. “Myself, Eric - the Hitmonlee orderly - and the Head Nurse are all aware of your situation, and know that you are not a thief." She took a deep breath exhaling slowly. “But with the explosion and assault on Route 13, the police had to make an official statement regarding bringing you and your hakamo-o in for questioning. Of course, those Rocket thugs are also offering a reward for information leading to your 'arrest'." She grumbled.
“Explosion?" Thomas remembered the tense moment with that gardener girl… 'Jessie, Jessa?' he tried to remember her name while thinking about everything else that happened before leaving the Route for the woods.
“The car. The one that exploded just down the road from the Pokecenter?" Thomas looked completely lost as the Doctor tried to jog his memory. But she could see in his eyes he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. “What about the missing Rocket Rising guy with his two pokemon? I think it was a Doduo and Scyther? They declared him missing last week, said they suspected you killed him for-"
“Kill?!" Thomas shouted, his heart racing. He could see one of the machines lights go from green to flashing red out the corner of his eye, and realising he should keep his voice down he took a few quick breaths before looking the Doctor in the eyes, stating honestly and definitely “I have never killed anyone. Not a pokemon, not a person. And I would never, ever tell any of my pokemon to do that." He growled that last sentence, incensed at the notion that these thugs were spreading such evil rumours about him.
“Thomas." The Doctor placed both hands on his shoulders as she turned him to face her. “I believe you." She checked again to make sure the door was closed. “When you arrived I was the doctor on call and removing your wallet to check your ID, I immediately called the police station. Luckily they had been briefed and connected me to Officer Jenny from Milra who explained what was going on. I brought the head nurse in on the call, and made sure my best orderly was assigned to you. To everyone else you're Thomas Pine, a camper who had a run in with a Crobat. Nothing special, nothing to arouse suspicion." Doctor Coral took her hands off Thomas, dusting his chest off as she straightened his hospital gown.
“So… you know about the-" She cut him off with a raised hand.
“No, I don't want to know what it is. I'm just trying to get you better so you can keep it out of Rockets slimy grip." Her words were strong and hopeful, but the mention of his task brought him to the verge of tears.
“It- it doesn't matter now." He breathed heavily, trying not to cry at the loss of two pokemon in one week; one who meant so much to him, and one that meant he could be a trainer. Without the little green guy, Thomas doubted the DRI would let him keep his 'job' let alone Parker's pokemon. The Doctor looked at him worried. He sighed. “Lost it in the cave."
The room fell silent, the only noise coming from several machines quietly ticking and whirring next to Thomas' bed. The two sat there saying nothing as the Doctor let her patient mull over the obviously big problem. She tried thinking about what she could do to help, but gathering people to look for something in the cave would cause attention, especially if what they found was something immediately noteworthy of news coverage. She sighed. “If you need me, for anything at all, just hit that red button there." She pointed to a small remote looking device plugged into the wall. “The other buttons control the TV. You can have pokemon out, provided they can fit in the room and will behave themselves. If you need more space we can get you to the hospital Gym, but for now, I recommend resting."
“Thank you." Thomas said, still so very confused about everything. The Doctor pulled the screen shut, then left the room. The door closed behind her with a heavy thunk. He looked back down at his hands, small abrasions and bruises from his stumble through the cave completely healed. He felt his midsection where the flying pokemon had crashed into him, expecting soreness or for that matter any discomfort at all, but aside from a dull ache in his gut Thomas felt fine. He looked to the remote and the controls for the TV, and then to his pokeballs.
He remembered having four pokeballs. That was sure. So he opened them up one at a time. The first out was his beloved Whirlipede. “Mac! Buddy!" He cried, opening his arms wide. The wheel-like bug bounced up onto the bed, rolling next to Thomas so the man could give him a big hug. The pokemon's chirring was a comforting noise, the man smiling warmly as he held his friend close. After several minutes of pats and hugs, he finally let the pokemon roll back onto the floor. “I'll tell you guys what's going on all at once, eh?" He held up the great ball in front of Mac. “Any idea who this is?" Mac looked quizzically at the ball before giving a descending chirp. “Let's find out."
Pushing the button brought into the room a five foot tall purple and black bat-looking pokemon. It blinked at the brightness, recoiling a little. “Sorry," Thomas said, dimming the lights with the wired remote. “Better?" The pokemon looked at him suspiciously before nodding. The three looked from one to the other for what seemed like forever before Thomas spoke again. “So… How did I end up with your ball?"
The Noivern opened its mouth to speak then realised Thomas would be unable to understand it. It humphed in frustration. Then, spotting the pokeballs at Thomas' bedside, he rolled his eyes and gestured for Thomas to open one. Not sure what it was playing at, the man agreed, releasing the next pokemon in line. The Zweilous burst into the room and rolled it's once near-severed head around. “Heya Cav, good to see you." He opened his arms for the pokemon to embrace him, but the dragon-type only acknowledged him with one head. The other was staring down the Noivern. “It's okay, he's friendly… I think." The Noivern was looking intensely at the remaining two balls. “Apparently really interested in Either Carmen or our Mudbray friend."
Thomas reached for the next ball and popped it open. A blonde mop of hair swished to one side as the Mudbray looked up to see Thomas on the hospital bed. He trotted over to the opposite side from the Zweilous to rest a hairy chin against Thomas' hip. “Heya boy, how ya doing?" He scratched behind the Mudbray's ear, eliciting a happy grunt from the pokemon. “You all did a fantastic job, I'm really proud of you." He said, remembering how desperately they fought in the cave against that nightmarish pokemon. “And we all got through it okay in the end. See? We were lucky this Noivern found me and brought me here. Though I'm not sure exactly-" He was cut off by the Noivern pointing hurriedly at the last pokeball.
“Okay, okay, but I'm not sure what Carmen has to do with anything." He says defensively pulling the last pokeball out of the drawer. But it felt different. It felt newer. He looked it over and his heart dropped through his stomach. Carmen's ball had a scratch running down from the hinge. This one was brand new. “B-but…" He stammered, hand shaking as he depressed the button.
At the foot of the bed, Jeremy rose from a crouch, taking a deep breath as he stood. The world went sideways as Thomas' mind reeled. His chest tightened and his vision blurred while a loud tone went off above his head. The last thing he saw as the room faded to black was the Doctor rushing in and returning Jeremy to his ball.
Thomas opened his eyes. This time there was no bright light. Everything was calm and the room was silent. He rolled his head one way to see all the medical equipment still humming away, but the ache in his ear got too much so he had to turn the other way. His gaze fell on the draw with the pokeballs inside. He stared at it, trying to make sense of the whole thing. 'Where's Carmen? Where did that Noivern come from? When did Jeremy-' He couldn't bare thinking about it. He needed answers.
Thomas reached over and withdrew the new ball. He rolled it about in his hands, thinking of all the things he wanted to ask Jeremy, and all the things he wanted to hear back. He knew the language barrier would be a problem, but he had started to feel such a bond with the dragon-type that in some ways language didn't matter. He could feel what was meant. Thomas stared at the red and white orb for close to an hour thinking of everything he wanted to ask, and imagining all the ways it could go right, or horribly wrong. With a tear in his eye, and the clock ticking over to 10pm, he summoned forth his Alolan lover.
Jeremy appeared again, looking around the room to take it all in and finding Thomas laying in bed with wet eyes. He stepped over slowly before crawling onto the bed with him. The two looked into each others eyes as tears welled up. It was Thomas' short, tearful laugh that prompted the two to embrace each other. Large, strong arms wrapped around the mans body as Jeremy wept into his neck. Thomas too squeezed the pokemon tight as his tears fell on armored shoulders.
“I am so sorry." Thomas cried between sobbed breaths.
“Mo, Hakamo…" Jeremy replied. Thomas knew he was saying the same thing, and hugged him all the tighter for it.
“I thought I'd lost you. I thought…" But Jeremy just hugged him tighter, silencing the man with his comforting presence. Thomas reciprocated as they allowed their emotions to come to the fore, tears and sobs of both joy and regret staining the sheets. “I'm so glad you're back." He eventually admitted. “After that morning," he sniffed, trying to halt the flow of tears “I knew I shouldn't have said those things, it's just… I mean…"
Jeremy placed a claw on Thomas' lips, silencing the man as he pulled back out of the hug. The two smiled at each other, Jeremy's gaze falling on the man's bare wrists. He looked sad and it took a moment for Thomas to figure out why. “Wha- where did they put…" He fumbled for the draws, pulling out the second one down to reveal his wallet, pokedex and the leather bracers stowed neatly. “Haka, hak amo?"
“Of course." Thomas said, his smile wavering as tears threatened to run rampant. “I'm yours. For as long as you want me." The Hakamo-o swept him up in a huge hug once again, though this time it was tighter, firmer. Thomas' hands ran down Jeremy's back, coming across the pitted scars along his shoulder. The Pokemon shifted a little to get Thomas' hands away, so the man filed that as a question to ask later. Soft digits continued to explore the dragon-types leathery hide as the pokemon's breath became harder with the hint of a moan.
But Jeremy shook his head, looking around as though trying to locate the source of a barely perceptible sound. “A-are you okay?" Thomas asked concerned as Jeremy slid off the bed, looking for something. Retrieving the man's backpack from the large wardrobe near the door, he unzipped the smaller compartment and pulled out an empty backpack.
His eyes darted around the room, then to Thomas, holding the bag out accusingly. “Mo! Haka Mo!" He said, tone somewhere between shock and panic.
Thomas sighed, smacking his head against the back of the bed. “I fucked up. Carmen spotted something in the cave that looked like the little guy, so I took him out so he could see it. He bounced off into the cave and I couldn't keep up. He… It's gone." the man rolled over, facing away from Jeremy as he thought about how screwed everything was. “Everything is gone. They're not gonna keep me on staff if I screw up the first assignment they give me. I'll have to give you back, all of you. I'll-" Thomas' eyes go from sleepy to awake in a split-second as he remembers the morning. “Carmen. Where's Carmen?!"
He throws the draw open to look at the balls again. Four left, and he knew three of them, but Carmens wasn't there. “Hakamo?" Jeremy asked, tossing the empty backpack on top of the newer hiking bag, trying to take in the information as best as possible.
“Carmen - sorry - The Sliggoo!" Thomas looked around the room, bending over to look under the bed. But as he came back up, he saw Jeremy's sad face looking at him pleadingly. “What… why are you looking like that?..."
Jeremy sat at the end of the bed and took a deep breath. “Mo Hak. Kamo mo, hakamo. Oh." He pointed to his eyes then traced a line with his claws to each wound from the Crobat's bite making a snapping noise with his mouth. He continued explaining in his self-referencing language, pointing to the Noiverns great ball before making a flapping motion with one hand and a looking gesture with his other. He then made some fighting gestures, showing off the faint scar at his waist from where the Crobat sliced him open before indicating his victory. Then with a sigh, he pointed at Thomas, the hiking pack and the pokeballs before holding up three claws. “Mo, Hakamo…"
Thomas looked at his dear friend. He could scarcely believe he was able to produce any more tears, but sure enough, there they were. “So when you found me…" He repeated, voice cracking from the sadness flowing over him “I only had three… on the…" He burst into tears, Jeremy quick to return to his trainers arms.
Thomas wept until his body could handle consciousness no more, falling into a pained and troubled sleep. Jeremy lay by his side, holding him tight as he too drifted off, unsure of what the next day would bring.
Thomas awoke the next morning stiff and drowsy. He remembered drifting off with Jeremy holding him from behind, but come daybreak the pokemon was nowhere to be seen. He blearily pulled the draw out to reveal five pokeballs. He began to wonder if he'd dreamed the whole thing until he heard a knocking on the hospital room door. “Come in." He muttered loudly, laying back in bed. The Hitmonlee walked through and gave him a bit of a dirty look, glancing between the draw and the man. It was then he realised having a wanted pokemon out for any nurse to walk in on was probably a bad idea.
Just behind the Hitmonlee was Doctor Coral. She seemed bright and chipper this morning, and had her tablet ready and rearing to go. “Okay, Mister Pine." She deliberately emphasised his name. “Can I get a date of birth please?" He rattled off the date again, the look of confusion on his face evident. “Hospital policy. Every time any doctor or nurse here has a new interaction with you, we have to ask." She tapped a few times on her tablet. “So it turns out your Employer is happy to foot the bill for a new hearing aid. Normally with your injury it would be impossible to hear again, on that side at least. But there are some alternatives being worked on and you've been pushed to the front of the queue."
Thomas went pale and sank into his bed. “Yeah, they don't know I lost the poke-… package." He recovered, though afterwards he supposed that it didn't really matter keeping it secret anymore. “Probably not gonna be happy if they get some fancy new equipment installed in my head when I can't do my job." He sighed, looking out the window to the morning glow of the sun on the Divided Mountains
“Then think of getting your hearing back as part of a severance package." She said abruptly. “Regardless, the unit should be here this afternoon. Our techies will take a look at it overnight to make sure it's working and we'll schedule the surgery for tomorrow morning." She tapped a few times on the tablet before jotting something down with a stylus. “Does that sound okay?" Thomas nodded, still surprised he was getting some sort of advanced hearing aid. Him wondering if he'd have to pay them back for it, or take a pay cut to cover costs was interrupted by an unusual prompt from the Doctor. “Thomas," She said, crouching beside the bed to be at head height with the man “It seems like you've been through a lot this last week, and I fear being half-killed by a Crobat while running from thugs may just be the tip of the iceberg." He raised his eyebrows in a 'not wrong' expression. “If you need to talk to someone - confidentially of course - I can get someone in. Some people might find that helpful, others not. But the option is there."
Thomas nodded again, looking seriously at the end of the bed. “Doctor?" He asked, still staring at the hospital sheets. “How long am I gonna be in here?"
She sighed, looking at the tablet, flicking something at the top several times. “Gonna want at least two days to recover from surgery, then I'd like to see you a couple days after that, to make sure the implant has been accepted by your body. After that, you're free to go."
He thought a moment, trying to get the dates all organised in his head. So what… Friday?"
Doctor Coral shrugged. “Assuming everything runs smoothly." She stood back up, patting Thomas on the shoulder. “Just try to take it easy for the next few days. And Thomas…" He looked up at the Doctor, waiting for her to continue “Try to keep your Hakamo-o in his ball." The Hitmonlee looked jokingly smug as she said that.
“I'll try." He smiled, watching her leave. “I'll try."
As the door clicked shut, Thomas was left alone in the room again. It felt wrong. He reached for Jeremy's ball, but instead grabbed Cavaliers, Macs and the Mudbrays. He fired them off in quick succession leading to all three looking up at him from beside the bed. “Hey guys, we… we gotta talk." Mac bounced up onto the bed and lay down across the man's legs. Thomas grunted a little at the weight but pat the pokemon anyway as he continued. “Like I said last night before…" He took a deep breath, trying to sort the words out “before all that happened." Thomas rolled his eyes at his terrible wordsmanship. “You all did an excellent job. Really, I'm so proud of you. But… But something…" He could feel the tears welling up yet again, like a cruel joke. “We- I. I lost Carmen."
Mac's eyes went wide, as did the Mudbrays. But Cavalier did something entirely different. One of the heads was open-mouthed in shock while the other grit its teeth and growled. “I didn't send her out, it would have been signing a death sentence." He admitted, trying to make it sound less irresponsible. “I- I think it popped out of the stupid holder thing when I fell." The Zweilous continued growling until he caught whiff of something in the air. He pushed past the mudbray, sniffing until his muzzle found the gauze on Thomas' neck. He yipped at it questioningly. “The Crobat. One fang in the neck, the other," he turned his head for Mac and the Mudbray to see “yeah. Apparently I'm getting an experimental mechanical ear or something. Surgery is tomorrow." Mac chirped questioningly as well, looking at his neck. “If Jeremy and the Noivern hadn't found me, I'd… well…"
He left the rest unsaid, his pokemon understanding all too well after having fought the beast. “Jeremy fought it off though."
“Zweilous zwei." Cavalier said with an air of pride in his voice. The way the mudbray rolled its eyes gave Thomas a clue as to what was said.
“I'm sure you wore it down quite a bit before he got there." Thomas offered, the briefest hint of a smile crossing his lips. “You guys kick arse as a team." He ruffled one of Cavaliers heads as he gave a weak smile to the Mudbray. “I really am proud of you. And when I'm cleared to go, we're going back into that cave to find Carmen. And if we come across that bastard bat, we'll have two more to take it down." He said, trying for a rousing speech. They nodded in agreement, but otherwise weren't in the mood for such things.
The four sat around for some time, just resting and watching daytime television. Thomas hoped it felt as laid back and relaxed as when they were just resting in the tent, but he knew there was an aura of unease present that couldn't be ignored. As the sun arced through the sky and eventually through his room's westward-facing window, Thomas wondered if he should bring Jeremy out. But every time he made the decision and began reaching for his friend's ball, a nurse would require entry to take readings or bring him medication.
After dinner, Doctor Coral arrived with the catering staff. She waited for them to clear his tray before handing Thomas a tablet. “We just got this flagged in our system, figured it best to hand it to you."
He turned the tablet around and skimmed the document that was open. “I Thomas Drake consent… transfer ownership… medical conditions?" Cavalier looked at Thomas, puzzled. “Says here I accepted to take care of the Noivern, including medical costs." He looked down the list of medications, mentally reading off each one. It wasn't the length of the list that had his attention, but the symptoms the various pills were to combat. “Seizures? Hallucinations? Phantom pain?" His brow furrowed at the horrifying point by point of the Noivern's current state.
“Were you not aware of this?" The Doctor took the tablet back, looking it over again. “Says here it was written up at the Kangaskhan Valley Poke Center."
“But I never got to…" He looked at the three pokemon surrounding the bed, all of them clueless. Then he remembered Jeremy inferred he and the Noivern had found Thomas. “Here, I'll sign." He said, taking the tablet back and unclipping the stylus. He scribbled his name on the dotted line before handing it back to the Doctor."
“Just like that?" She asked, surprised he'd gone from mystified to absolute certainty in barely a second.
“Probably Jeremy's doing. And I trust him completely." Thomas sighed, he'd have to have a word to both of them.
“Just so you know, His previous owner was-"
“Don't care." Thomas said, waving the comment away. “If he was given up at a pokecenter, then they don't matter."
She shrugged away the interruption. “As long as you're willing to take care of the poor soul, that's all that matters." She rolled her eyes. “That would also explain the vest full of pill bottles. It's being kept in the hospital safe until we could figure out why the Noivern came in with it." She had a glance down the list of medications, nodding “Looks about right. I'll let Eric know and he'll bring them up when he can." Doctor Coral noticed the pokedex in the half-closed draw. Pointing her tablet at it she tapped a couple times before swiping. The draw buzzed, indicating the device inside had received an information packet. “That's the medication information for you; distribution schedule, signs of overdose, you get the drift. Anyway, I'm off." She ruffled Thomas' hair while turning to leave. “Stay out of trouble and I'll see you in the morning before surgery." She smiled, waving lightheartedly as she closed the door behind her.
“Zwei…" Cavalier uttered, staring at the great ball. He looked to the other two who nodded in agreement before turning to Thomas and indicating with one of his muzzles to see their groups new member.
“Okay, but give me a sec to read up on the medication." He pulled the wrist-pokedex from the draw and placed it in his lap, angling it for the other pokemon to look. Opening the document revealed a wall of text. Most of it involved various complicated descriptions of the chemicals contained within and possible side effects. He didn't notice anything particularly terrible amongst the latter, so continued on to the dosage section. “Apparently," Thomas said, surprised he hadn't noticed the slightly raised ring around the great balls button and pulled it out to have a closer look “This thing is a timer. It's set to four hour intervals and only counts down when the Noivern is out of its ball. When it reaches zero, some sort of alarm'll go off. Right. Aaaand…" He scrolled through the dosage section to get a brief idea of what was needed “Two of the meds are every four hours, one is every time he's out, once a day, and the other two are for emergencies."
All four of them sighed at once. Mac looked from the other two to Thomas as though asking what they would do about it. “Well, I've taken him on, I'm not about to throw him to the curb, am I? Though…" The man looked to the three of them and their various expressions. Mac had a confused, almost questioning stare going on while the Mudbray just looked worried. Cavalier continued his indecisive streak with one head laying on Thomas' leg for comfort while the other huffed, clearly agitated and antsy. He wasn't sure whether they knew what he was thinking, but he needed to make it absolutely clear.
“Before I took the job with the Dragon Research Institute, I was homeless. Arceus; two weeks ago I was sleeping in a bus depot shed." He grumbled. “But after meeting Jeremy, I was given a chance to actually do something with my life. All I had to do was bring that little green guy to the Institute's headquarters in Unova. And we were doing it too." The three nodded in agreement, with one of Cavaliers heads still grouchy. “We outran a pack of mobsters, survived a flood, and fought an anti-trainer Feraligatr cult." His smile waned as he got to the gist of his little speech. “But when it came to walking through a cave, we-... I failed. I should have kept him in the bag. Instead, he ran into the darkness and I lost him."
Thomas thought Cavalier had finally come to the conclusion first, as both it's heads turned to each other before facing Thomas, lowered in sadness. Thomas nodded at them. “If I can't deliver that pokemon, I don't know if I can keep the job. Which means I'll lose you." He coughed, clearing his throat as it began to waver. “And- and not just you and Jeremy." He said to Cavalier. “But I won't be deemed fit to train pokemon if I can't make a living. I certainly won't be able to afford the Noivern's medication. I… I… GAH!" Thomas yanked his hand away as Cavalier withdrew from the bite. “What the-"
In one swift move, the pokemon leapt onto the bed, the heavier frame of his evolution seemingly forgotten as the fuzzy dragon wrapped his necks around Thomas' own, and it's arms around his torso. Mac bounced up onto the bed as well, collapsing onto one side of the man while the Mudbray simply rested its muzzle in his lap. Thomas felt his tears retreat before they had even arrived, hugging his pokemon back to the best of his ability. “Thank you." He said softly, smiling a sad smile. “Thank you, I needed that." The three lay like that until in a large snoring mass, the majority fell asleep.
When Eric the Hitmonlee arrived an hour later holding a vest rattling with medication, he was amused to find the pile of human and pokemon. The Mudbray had stayed awake, and trotted quietly over to the pokeballs, nudging them with his muzzle. Eric understood and placed the jacket in the second draw before taking the balls in hand. Pointing the first one at the trio like a guessing game, he managed to zap back the Whirlipede. The second one saw the bright disappearance of the Mudbray. But with the Zweilous and man hugging the way they were, he saw it fit to leave the two be and returned the balls to their holders before heading outside for his night shift of standing guard.
As dawn broke, Thomas found himself laying on a particularly fluffy headrest. Slowly returning to the land of the conscious, he soon realised one of Cavaliers heads had moved around under him and was snoring lightly. He tried to shift about and get more comfortable, but the weighty pokemon wouldn't budge. As Thomas struggled, his amused grin was replaced by a look of shock as one of his legs brushed up against the pokemon's erect member.
It may have been the hospital atmosphere, or perhaps the intense emotional drain he'd received over the last few days. But as Thomas slid a hand down to grope Cavalier's cock, he was doing so out of curiosity rather than lust. The Zweilous stirred a little, and as Thomas gently wrapped his hand around the throbbing head, one of the muzzles nuzzled against his neck, moaning “Zwei…" sleepily. Taking it as permission to further explore, Thomas did just that. With a gentle hand he slid his digits down the tapered shaft, thumb glancing each and every barb on the way down. Cav moaned again, this time giving the man a little lick on the neck.
As soon as he reached the base, Thomas tried to wrap his fingers around it, and was barely able to close his thumb and forefinger at the narrowest point. The cock was silky smooth aside from the barbs and larger bumps resting against his palm. “You're huge…" he sighed, which caused a slightly different reaction in Cavalier than he'd expected. As though waking from a pleasant dream only to discover he was metaphorically in front of the class with no pants on, Cavalier recoiled from Thomas' touch and threw himself off the bed.
Thomas, worried he'd shocked his pokemon into hurting himself, quickly leant over the edge as Eric came in from outside. “Hitmonlee?" He asked, trying to assess the situation.
“It's fine, it's fine." Thomas reassured the orderly. “Just woke up awkwardly is all." His heart was racing, almost caught in the act. But it was Cavalier's reaction that worried him the most. After a few moments of judging whether his presence was needed, Eric returned to the hallway, peering back through the glass concerned.
Cavalier had backed to one corner of the room. “Zwei?" He asked, a little nervous to come back to the bed. “Zweilous Zwei?"
“Sorry, I… I shouldn't have…" Thomas said apologetically. “I just, well I was just curious. And… Wow, that makes it sound worse." He groaned. Thomas and Cavalier sat looking at each other for a while before the man spoke up again. “You… You know how back in that cave Carmen and I…" a pang of sorrow struck Thomas in the chest. He held the emotions down, now was not the time. Zweilous nodded with both heads as a way of helping him get through that sentence. “Well, Jeremy was… my first…" Up until that moment, Thomas had never seen a double jaw-drop. “And the Mudbray and I have also… yeah."
“Zwei?" one of the heads asked in disbelief.
“Really. And… well… it kinda…" Thomas couldn't believe both that he was openly admitting it, and how hard it was to say “I've slept with more pokemon in the last week than I have humans in my life."
“Zwei, zwei, zwei…" He posed, looking intensely at the man with it's scruffy mops of hair and astonished expressions plastered across it's mouths.
“Do I really?" Cavalier nodded, curious. “Arceus…" Taking a deep breath, Thomas rattled off the list as best he could remember. “Jeremy first, then a Lopunny and Carmen. After that, the Machamp bellhop at the inn in Cannab." He began using his fingers to count while Cav's mouths became more and more amazed. “Then a grumpy Camelrupt and a really nice Nidoking/Nidoqueen couple. After that- Oh, and a Venusaur before the Nidos." He added another finger, bringing the tally to eight. “The Seviper kinda… yeah." He added a ninth, pushing the moment out of his mind “Mudbray. And then a Rhyperior and some Feraligatr." Counting to eleven with the Rhyperior, Thomas embarrassingly waggled his fingers to a possible eighteen before abandoning the number counting altogether.
“Zwei." “Lous." The heads said separately, their amazement having turned to outright shock.
“Yeah, listening to myself, I don't know what went on." He ran fingers through his hair before falling back onto the bed. “I just don't know. It's like one minute, I'm freaking out about being killed by a Seviper or Rhyperior or I'm just enjoying having you guys sleeping next to me, then suddenly everyone's just down for it." He exhaled noisily, lost in thought. “I mean, you and Mac were off the cards, of course."
“Zwei!" The dragon type seemed hurt by the comment, leaping up onto the bed to confront his trainer.
“Woah, hey! No, I didn't go there because I mean you two…" The Zweilous continued to stare him down with his debatably non-existent eyes. “When this all started you two were so young, the whole notion felt kinda… wrong. I mean, after the cave, things were different. Hell, even this morning it wasn't like I wanted to do anything-"
“Zwei." One head said wryly. The second turned and replied “Zweilous, Zwei... 'Lous'?" in the same tone. He padded up the bed, his heads gazelessly glaring as grins began forming on their muzzles.
“Cav, stop." Thomas said, placing a hand on the pokemon's approaching claw, causing him to pause. He looked up at the Zweilous' heads, each one with the hint of a predatory smile. “I- I just wanted to check. Are you sure? With me? I mean, I want to." Thomas saw the crimson shaft throb as it pointed at him only a few feet away “I really want to. But don't feel you-"
Thomas was silenced as one of the mouths shot out to clamp down upon his face; hot, spicy air filling the man's nostrils as the Zweilous put the man in his place. Thomas could feel Cav's body move up and over him, the cock coming to rest on the man's chest. The mouth released his face as both heads gestured towards the bobbing rod. Thomas looked towards the doorway and managed to reach far enough in his pinned state to get ahold of the screen, yanking it closed enough to give them a second to recover if someone were to walk in.
The flourescent lights of the room hummed noisily in the silence as Thomas gulped, staring wide eyed at the Zweilous cock bobbing in front of him. He could see the dual slit a lot better, the contours creating a bulge between them that - as the man wrapped his hand around the tip - was hard like cartilage but very sensitive. Cavalier grunted, thrusting forwards slightly as Thomas massaged the tip with his thumb. “Hey, hey, calm do-" Thomas began to say, but he was silenced again by a quick mouth-to-mouth. The pokemon was showing more forceful dominance than Jeremy ever had, and it was driving the man wild.
He reached for Jeremy's pokeball, hoping to add his long lost friend to the fun, but his wrist was immediately caught by Cav's other mouth, holding it tight in firm jaws. Thomas muffled a yelp while the Zweilous pulled his hand back to the raging erection between them. Letting go of both his face and wrist, the two heads spoke in unison. “Zwei. Lous." Thomas didn't need a translator for that. Leaning down he brought the cock tip to his lips and licked it. It was more tart than others he'd had the pleasure of tasting, but wasn't unpleasant in the least. As Thomas ran his hands sensually down the barbed length, his tongue played with the first few rubbery protrusions, his mouth opening to take the twin-slit head inside.
Cav growled, shoving several inches into the man's mouth as he thrust forward impatiently. Thomas could feel the barbs scratching at his tongue as the member began to stretch his mouth. If the Zweilous pushed too deep it's barbs would get caught on the man's teeth and then they'd be in a fair bit of trouble. So to sate the beastly lust, Thomas began sucking the length already inside him, lashing his tongue against the sensitive barbs as his hands began wringing the bulbous knot at it's base. The precum leaking from the cock was salty and had some of that same tang to it, but was delicious all the same and happily sucked up by the man's hungry mouth.
It was the first time in almost two weeks that Thomas was aware of every action he was doing, not just flying on autopilot. He was aware that if he squeezed too hard then Cav might retaliate, but not hard enough and he might get bored. The threat of danger had somehow become real. Perhaps it was their run in with the Crobat that changed his perception of fucking a pokemon, but now it was all the more real, and significantly more dangerous. Fearing he'd let his mind wander too far, Thomas pushed himself a little further down the tapered cock, his mouth stethched further open by the sheer thickness of it. He was barely halfway down and struggling, the knot could break his jaw if he wasn't careful.
Cav was having the time of his life. The Salazzle was something else entirely, for him it was a normal sensation to be with another pokemon; even though that was his first time. But with Thomas virtually inhaling his spined member, he felt an exhilaration like no other. It took the constant supervision of one head not to let the other push too far and hurt the man, but even that was wearing thin as the man worked his talented mouth up and down the pokemon's shaft.
With the small gentle thrusts turning to much more forceful, urgent thrusts, Thomas was worried about his own health. He pulled himself off the draconic member, but the moment his lips left the twitching rod, his face was pushed back down onto it with a firm claw. Thomas slid further than his last attempt, almost gagging on the length before pulling himself back again. Coughing he tried to get the pokemon's attention “Cav, dammit, I-" The pokemon tried pushing him back down on the rod, forcing his lips to stretch as it rammed Thomas down to the knot. The large bulge pressed hard against his teeth as Thomas considered biting down to make his point. But with determination and a quick shove, he pulled away, sending Cavalier a couple feet down the bed in the process.
“Fuck, Cav!" He spat some of the pre onto the bedsheets. “I'm happy to give things a go, but you're gonna break my fucking jaw." The Zweilous looked at him unimpressed, sitting on his haunches with his cock bobbing in the air. Thomas went to readjust himself when the two heads darted out towards the man's wrists. But for whatever reason, right then Thomas was faster. With a flick of the wrist he grabbed both heads by the throat and brought them to his face. “Listen up." Thomas growled, keeping the volume low. Suddenly for Cavalier, things were not going the pokemon's way. “I've enjoyed having fun with pokemon. But it's fun. Not rape, not forced. Fun. You try that shit again and I'll leave you and Jeremy to have a private chat."
Thomas took a quick glance to the door, and then to the clock on the wall. “It's six thirty. Which means you've got a half hour until shift change to fuck me senseless." The heads froze as the man told them what they wanted to hear, but weren't expecting given his tone. “Thats right." He moaned “Dominate me, fill me with your hot cum, fuck me raw. Just remember, I'm the trainer. Okay?" The heads nodded in unison as Thomas brought them to his lips, passionately kissing the both of them before letting go of their necks.
He rolled over on the bed, presenting his arse to the pokemon, the hospital gown open at the back in just the right way that he needn't disrobe. “Knot me, Cav." He begged, waving his arse enticingly. The pokemon leapt to the task, ramming the first few inches of his rock-hard cock into the man's unprepared arse as Thomas stifled a squeal of pain. He was happy he'd given the pointed member some semblance of lube as Cavalier rammed another couple inches into him. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck…" Thomas moaned, trying to think of how to get the Zweilous to relax a bit so the barbs that were already popping inside him with every minor movement wouldn't tear him open. “Fuck Cav, Fuckin hold on." He groaned, taking a few deep breaths as the pokemon's urgent pushing was put on hold. “I'm no hot and wet Salazzle. I don't lube up down there naturally. Just pull back a bit, then go a bit deeper, then back and deeper…"
The pokemon did as he was told, shuddering as he withdrew to the tip. Each barb excruciatingly plucked the man's rim as Cav withdrew, before hurriedly burying eight thorny inches of throbbing meat into his trainer. “Zwei…" He moaned, realising this was by far the better way to go. Slowly he'd withdraw to the tip before slamming back in, one extra barb at a time. Each thrust Thomas could feel a spray of pre coat the next bit of passage until with a gut wrenching thud he could feel the thick knot slam against his arse. Cav took this exactly the way Thomas hoped; the thrusts increased in tempo as the pokemon began to fuck Thomas rhythmically. Every withdrawl was a mixture of exquisite agony and delirious pleasure as the rubbery barbs pulled and ground at his sensitive rim
“Arceus yes…" Thomas moaned as the pokemon rammed him hard every other stroke, trying to push the knot in. “Fuck yes Cav, Fuck…" He growled, pushing back against the bulbous girth as he felt his hole slowly stretch to accommodate it. But as the two concentrated on getting the knot in, neither of them heard the door opening, or the screen parting until it was too late. “Fuck." Thomas exclaimed as he opened his eyes to see a shocked Hitmonlee staring at the two. It took a moment for the Zweilous to realise why Thomas had stopped pushing back against him. Hands on hips eric looked down on Thomas with a serious expression, not that that was different from any other Hitmonlee expression. Then with a gulp and a hesitant smile, Thomas nervously said “If you keep quiet about this I'll suck you off." It felt so dirty to say, so raw. But he soon got his answer.
Eric went and closed the door, switching on the hospital staff's 'Do Not Disturb' sign before walking back over to the bed. “Good choice." Thomas grinned as Cavalier resumed his pounding. “Filled from both ends." He moaned dreamily before helping the Hitmonchan pull down his scrubs. A barely noticeable slit parted to reveal a particularly human looking cock pushing out from within. Thomas wasted no time giving the chocolate member a lick as the fighting pokemon grabbed ahold of the bed for support.
With Cavalier ramming the man from behind, and Eric beginning to thrust from in front, Thomas let the two pokemon do the majority of the work, pushing his hips back to withdraw from the hitmonlee cock only to have the hard thrust of the lusty Zweilous impale his mouth on the veiny member once more. He moaned into the pounding, enjoying every moment of the rough fucking he had been overdue for. And to Cavalier's credit, he didn't go by half measures. Like with the Salazzle his mouths reached out and latched onto Thomas' shoulders, though he imagined a little less forceful than his pokemon counterpart given the talking to Cav had only moments before.
Thomas could feel the mouths growling as both pokemon used his body like some sex toy. It was embarrassing, and dirty, but for Thomas, this is what he needed. He needed someone to take control, he needed his life to have more meaning than the last couple days worth of heartbreak and disappointment. And he was getting it in spades. He grunted as he felt the thick knot slowly wear down his ring, stretching it wider and wider. The Rhyperior's was larger, but with that he'd prepared it with lotion beforehand. Cavalier was trying to force it in as it was.
The Hitmonlee's thrusts picked up in intensity as he got closer to his climax, and one forceful push back onto the knot was all it took for the last bit of resistance to give way. With a scream muffled by the girthy chocolate cock, Thomas' arse finally allowed the knot entry. And with the thick bulge firmly in place, Cavalier's body readied itself. He began thrusting ravenously, hips moving at a frantic pace with enough force to lift his hind legs off the bed; it was down to his strong arms wrapped around Thomas' midsection for motion with the necks stabilising the whole act. The extra thick barbs at the base of the draconic member were now very obviously showing their purpose. As Thomas's rear pushed and pulled against the knot, keeping it inside, those spots rubbed against the sensitive skin just inside his hole, occasionally grazing his prostate.
At the sight of this human being absolutely railed by his Zweilous, Eric couldn't hold back any more. With a growl he slammed his cock down Thomas' throat and came, the man reacting by sucking hard on the member while he massaged the base with his lips. Thomas gulped it down as quickly as possible, fortunately the Hitmonlee's loads were not as large as some of the others he'd been made to digest. Ropes of cum fired down his gullet as he moaned through the pain of his rear being so sensually stretched. His tongue lashed the underside of Eric's cock, willing every last drop from the pokemon.
As the Hitmonlee's legs began to buckle, Thomas released his tight suction-like hold on the pokemon, allowing him to stumble backwards into a chair to watch as Cavalier came to his own climax.
“That's it!" Thomas growled, huffing and panting as he neared his own climax. “Cum in me! Make me your bitch!" he was begging now, he needed this. And Cavalier was willing to give it to him, with a few jerky thrusts more, the Zweilous finally exploded inside the man. It felt incredible. Thomas could feel two jets of hot pokecum blast against his inner walls, one on either side. The additional hole suitably aiding in filling him twice as fast, as Cavalier groaned lustfully though occupied mouths either side of Thomas' head. “Fuck! Oh yes, fill me Cav, fucking fill me!"
It was then Thomas remembered something. He waved the Hitmonlee over, Eric stumbling and requiring the support of the bed. “Bag… side - fuck - side pocket. Plug…" He moaned. The orderly set off to the cupboard as Thomas moaned again from another heavy blast of Pokemon cum. “Arceus yes…" Thomas was almost in a daze now as his body reached it's climax. All the pain and sorrow was washed away in an instant as bliss flowed over him. His eyesight blurred and sparkly, his arse a pleasure center and his cock gushing with his own fluids, Thomas was almost ready to collapse into unconsciousness. There was just one last thing he had to do.
As Eric returned with the black rubber sex aid, he compared it's size with that of the Zweilous member currently wedged in Thomas' rear. He shook his head, but a thought flashed by his eyes. He held a finger up, requesting Thomas wait before dashing off, pulling his scrubs back on in the process.
The screen may have been closed, but Eric had left door wide open. Cav grunted, uncaring as Thomas was frozen in horror. If he were caught like this it could mean the end of everything, and yet with Cav still releasing himself with reckless abandon, Thomas couldn't think of anything hotter. He stifled another moan as somehow the pokemon found a way to thrust even deeper into the cum-stained passages of Thomas' rear. He heard footsteps and dreaded the worst, but as the door clicked closed, Eric appeared holding a box with a large 'Sterilised' sticker down one side.
Eric placed it down beside the bed and Thomas could tell what it was for. Inside was a pile of various sex toys. He'd read old news articles about how an 'unidentified man' had a 'large insertion' removed, the whole thing treated with much comedy and amusement. Such an article was commonly published several times a year with x-rays of the 'insertions' as the accompanying picture. Sure enough, the toys inside were of all manner of shapes and sizes, ranging from increasingly larger balls on a rubber wire through to massive black cocks and even some more animalistic looking ones. And there were non-sex aids in there as well, including a couple empty pokeballs, a toy boat, multiple flashlights and what appeared to be several pokemon figurines.
Cav's mouths let go of Thomas' shoulders, curious about the strange smells coming from the box, causing the man to start ordering his pokemon again. “Cav, buddy," He moaned, feeling the Zweilous attempt to pull his cock out hampered by the massive knot and the sensation of dozens of rubbery bumps and barbs catch on Thomas' raw passage. “Cav, hold up." He begged, the Zweilous listening impatiently. One of the heads leant down next to the man's face as he whispered “I wanna keep it inside me. All your cum." He nodded his head towards Eric, who was sorting through the mess of rubber and plastic before holding up a similarly sized plug to the one he'd found in Thomas' pack.
Thomas was about to ask what the difference was, but Eric beat him to it by pressing a small button on the base of the plug. Both pokemon and Trainer stared wide eyed as the plug section increased in size, inflating through some small pump until it was well over the size of Cavalier's knot. “Zwei." Said one head. “Lous." Agreed the other.
“Yes." Moaned Thomas as the Hitmonchan moved to the man's hips. He heard a little bit of hissing from the plug followed by the quiet hum of it reinflating as the orderly resized it appropriately. Then with a swift motion, Cav pulled out and Eric pushed in. Within a second the deed was done, and Thomas felt the plug sit firmly inside him. He looked to Cav's cock, which was absolutely soaked in the pokemon's cum, then to the clock. Sighing, he turned to Eric. “Shift change in two minutes. Would- uh... “ He cleared his throat, face turning red. “Would you mind keeping watch while I… uh, clean up?"
Eric nodded, eyes sparkling as he slid the box into one of the unused cupboards. He made sure the screen was drawn before closing the door behind him. “Zweilous?" Cav asked, as Thomas stared at the crimson cock.
“Well, I said I needed to clean up. Didn't say who." He grinned, sizing up his friend's glistening member. “And we only have a couple minutes, so…" he dove down on the cum covered member, licking between every barb as he felt the rest of Cavaliers cum slosh against the sizeable plug in his arse. His tongue made its way all over the slowly deflating member, savouring the taste before letting his pokemon return to some semblance of decency.
“Zweilous." He sighed, padding up the bed to lie on top of Thomas in his attempt at giving the man a hug.
“We'll hopefully have plenty more chances, don't you worry." He rubbed the back of each of the heads, both of them taking time to catch their breath after the intense fuck session. “Plenty more." Thomas grinned. “But for now, I have a surgery to prep for." He reached over and grabbed the Zweilous' ball. “I just hope I wasn't supposed to fast for it." Cav looked at his ball then back to Thomas, giving the man a short nod.
In a flash of light, Thomas was alone in the room. He took a deep breath, letting it out in one long sigh. “Surgery, recovery, Carmen, green guy." he shook his head as negative thoughts tried to bombard it. “Stay positive. She's safe as long as she's in her ball." He looked out to the morning glow of the mountains. “Assuming she's still in her ball."
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