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Jeremy was pulled from one office to another, though it all seemed to build up to one room he was very familiar with, but hadn’t seen in some time. And upon entering, he wondered whether it had seen much use since then. Not that the equipment was dusty or old, it just ‘felt’ like nobody had been in there, with the probable exception of a janitor or intern who had come to check that everything was where it was supposed to be. Mechanisms long since dormant whirred to life as the Kommo-o was scanned, poked, prodded and provided blood samples to an assortment of doctors and researchers. Professor Anne Comosus just stood back, occasionally giving Jeremy some moral support as he was studied once more.

But unlike the years past, it was all over relatively quickly. He assumed there was little more to know about something that was studied in depth, every day for many months. But his suspicions grew as he saw Anne speak with one of the researchers before being handed a syringe and some gauze. After a moment she made her way over to him, clearing her throat. “So, Jeremy. What we have here is a little something the folks down in R&D have been working on for a while. We’re just about out of testing but given its possibility for misuse, the Foundation is hesitant about making the discovery public.”

The Kommo-o looked wide-eyed at the syringe full of a metallic purple liquid. <Uh… what is that exactly?>

“What is it?” Anne held the syringe up, gazing intensely at the contents before shrugging. “Dunno. What it does though, that’s what matters.” Jeremy blinked several times, but before he could ask the obvious question, Anne continued. “It will make you uncatchable.”

<But… I’m already->

“Forever. Uncatchable, unballable, unable to be registered within the network as a ‘Pokemon’ for property purposes. No having to worry about Master Balls, or maliciously reprogrammed healing units.”

Jeremy stared in shock at the last thing mentioned <Wait, those are a thing?>

But Anne shook the question off. “We’ve done extensive testing, and even an existing pokeball registered to your unique genetic code will refuse to recapture you. If you wanted pure freedom, this is it.” She placed the syringe and gauze down on a nearby table to grasp Jeremy’s hands in hers. “Jeremy, you’ve been given the title of trainer. If you’re somehow balled up, you go away, but your pokeballs - your friends - they stay out here. Probably fall to the ground with that belt.” She prodded the bandolier-like strap holding several pokeballs. “All it would take is for someone to pick it up and your friends are gone. With this shot, that can’t happen.”

Jeremy took a deep breath. Thomas had been with him for so much of this journey, and while part of him felt like he was betraying the trainer he’d come to know and love, the rest of him knew that the path they were on had changed. As a trainer, he would have responsibilities, expectations. And one of those would be ensuring the safety of his crew. His. Crew. A sigh turned into a nod. <I’ll do it.>

Anne’s face burst into a smile. “Excellent! Here, just hold these up for me…” She separated two of the armour plates on Jeremy’s shoulder, revealing the skin between them. She unfolded the gauze to reveal a smear of brown iodine paste which she used to sterilise the area before picking up the syringe and removing the little plastic guard clipped over the tip. “Okay, this’ll sting a little, but shouldn’t be more than a mild throb after.”

<Sting?> Jeremy asked, but it was too late, with the calm efficiency of a field surgeon, Anne had jabbed the pokemon and administered the strange purple concoction. <Gah!> By the time Jeremy had recoiled, Anne was already snapping the plastic protector back on the end of the spent syringe.

“All done. Oh, don’t give me that look. If it still hurts after a few days, just get some over-the-counter painkillers. Though, don’t use a potion for at least 48 hours, it could counteract the modification process.”

<Modi- what exactly is that going to->

“Of course it’s going to modify your genetic structure. What did you think it would do?” Anne said offhandedly, though seeing the utter shock and look of betrayal on Jeremy’s face, she could see she’d perhaps gone too far. “Jeremy, the way the whole pokeball system works is a far more advanced version of a process all pokemon are genetically capable of. It’s something people have been able to control - to some degree - for centuries, first with Apricorns then with pokeballs. But we hadn’t fully understood it. We have technically found a way to stop the process from occurring, but it requires flipping a few switches in your DNA. ‘You’ are no different. Aside from being unable to use the move ‘minimize’, you should suffer no ill effects.”

Jeremy sat in silence for a bit, just wondering how far down he’d managed to dig himself. He wasn’t sure what ‘minimize’ had to do with anything, but it paled in comparison to his genetic structure being shifted around. Though the longer he thought about it, the more he realised how both blessed and cursed he would be. No risk of being balled was fantastic. But if he were to be badly injured, he couldn’t just be balled away to be kept safely stored until a pokecenter was reached. He was thankful at least that potions could still be administered - albeit not in the next two days - as he assumed so would be the full gamut of trainer tools.

Trainer tools. He hadn’t thought of that. Thomas had always provided those, and before him Parker. Jeremy would need money. <Anne, uh… I’ve got a question. About something else.>

“Shoot.” She replied chirpily, pulling up a chair beside the worried Kommo-o.

<So, Thomas is very worried he’ll lose his job and have his Trainer title removed from him because if he can’t afford to pay for our care, then he can’t be allowed to care for us. Well… I don’t exactly have a job. At least, not anymore.>

“I was wondering how all that ended with you and the Rangers. Did you get any severance pay?” Jeremy looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Any pay?” She asked, her voice lower and a little more annoyed, though Jeremy felt it was less at him and more at anyone taking advantage of him.

<I mean, I was getting paid, but it was a company account. I assumed when I left that->

“HA!” She exclaimed, the single syllable reverberating through the room and causing what few researchers were left tidying up equipment to turn their way in curiosity and surprise. “Oh, oh Jeremy…” She brought up her pokedex and swiped through a series of passwords into the browser. “Oh, gonna have to get you one of these as well, aren’t we?” She smiled, accessing the Ranger’s staff login page before handing the datapad-like device to Jeremy. He saw the entry fields and tapped in his identifier and password.

Much to the pokemon’s surprise his login details were accepted, though the word ‘Decommissioned’ was emblazoned in bold across the top of the page. He scrolled down, swiping through his old reports and assorted notifications that had been automatically sent his way over the years until he got to his account settings. Navigating those he came to his bank account. The figure caused his eyes to bulge. <Uh…>

Anne couldn’t help but look, whistling in surprise when she saw the number that had Jeremy speechless. “Damn. I need to join the Rangers.” She slapped Jeremy on the back. “Guess playing Mr Undercover came with a bonus. I’ll request that whatever room Thomas has found for you gets an encrypted phone and card printer brought in. Just give the Ryme office a call, they should be able to clear an account card.”

<I… I don’t know what to say.> Jeremy stumbled through his words as he turned to the woman who had been there from the beginning.

“Thanks would be a good start.” Anne joked, before hugging him.

<Thank you.> Jeremy sighed into her neck as they held each other tight.

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Having taken a detour past the canteen, Thomas arrived back at his room to find a couple of Aether Foundation staff removing a case of what appeared to be high-security equipment. He panicked a little, rushing inside to see Jeremy laying on the bed with a cheeky grin as the door closed behind him. Thomas groped the pokemon’s knee comfortingly as he passed by, heading for the cupboard. <Hey, handsome.> He managed, trying not to panic as he threw the door open to check for Zye. Thomas sighed in relief when he spotted the metallic object undisturbed.

<Handsome? That’s a new one.> Jeremy chuckled from the bed, looking over to see the man’s relieved expression. <Everything alright?>

“I thought… I wasn’t sure what those guys were up to. Needed to check.” He moved to the side so Jeremy could see Zye’s home packed amongst the towels.

<Heh, no. They were here for me.> Thomas’ eyebrow raised, a smile curling across his lips. <Not like that.> Jeremy chuckled, sitting upright on the bed. He waved Thomas over, the man instantly obeying to sit down beside his pokemon lover. A credit-card like object was held between two pink claw tips. <Turns out I had a bit of back-pay from my days as a Ranger.>

Thomas smiled. “Fantastic!” He hugged Jeremy side-on before admitting “I had gotten to thinking over dinner and was a little worried how things would work. I mean, I’d be happy to pay for your potions and balls and stuff, but I don’t know the Alolan laws regarding trainers and upkeep. Vandimland’s rules are pretty… heavy.”

<Well, you definitely won’t need to worry. I’ve got things covered. And when we get to the mainland, I’m going to treat you and everyone else to several days at the Poke Pelago. Anne told me about it. Just beach and sun and nothing to worry about.> Jeremy hummed happily as he dragged Thomas backwards onto the bed.

“Sounds wonderful. But for now…” Thomas took the card from Jeremy, placing it on the nightstand before sliding up and over the Kommo-o’s belly “-there’s something I want to treat you to.” Big clawed hands slid up Thomas’ body as the two lovers celebrated the day's events properly.

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Sunlight sniped through the blinds to strike Thomas in the eye, prompting his defiant grumbling and shifting about. But the damage had been done. He blinked himself awake, stretching in Jeremy’s arms whose consciousness was not far behind. Golden light shone inwards from the resplendent sunrise outside, encouraging the two to open the blinds and take in a proper Alolan dawn. Thomas fixed some tea while Jeremy took in the wonderful view. It had been so long since he’d been on those shores, he’d almost forgotten how beautiful things looked back in his homeland. It was almost like the light itself was different. The sky perhaps. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it warmed him to the core.

Thomas - clad only in a pair of pants - sidled up, hugging the pokemon around the waist carefully before delivering a steaming mug of tea far larger than his own. Jeremy had not really understood the purpose of the beverage, the flavour was always either too bland or too potent, and generally left him wanting to drink something else. But as he caught the whiff of Liechi, memories wormed their way into Jeremy’s mind of what little time he spent on the island before being picked up by the Aether Federation. A Liechi plant was near to where he hatched, and without a parent to protect and feed him, those little orange bulbs were his sustenance for some time.

The two trainers took in the crispness of the air and fluorescence of the sunrise as they sipped their tea. The resplendent beauty of the moment had brought something neither had expected: hope. As if summoned by such a sense, the room’s phone began to chime. Thomas took a deep breath before downing the rest of his tea and striding over to the handset. “Mister Drake speaking.”

“Thomas!” Anne’s chirpy morning demeanour would have soured in the man’s ears on any other day; socialising at that time of the morning was not something he enjoyed. But with the glorious sunrise and waking up in his lover’s arms, Thomas just smiled at her exclamation, waving Jeremy inside as he enabled the speaker mode. “I have news!”

“Good I hope.” Thomas queried, smiling nervously. Jeremy broke out into a mirthful grin hearing his old friend’s voice.

“Possibly. This building has a solar array built into the roof, it provides us with solar power on any given day, though can be redirected for testing. You had mentioned your little green friend being revived after a day wandering in sunlight? Perhaps a ten-thousand strength sunbeam might help wake it up.”

Thomas was lost for words, but fortunately Jeremy was on the ball. The quicker he could sort out the Zye problem, the quicker they could focus on getting to Unova. Having him permanently in ‘polyhedral’ mode was not particularly useful. <That sounds like a plan. When were you thinking?> Thomas gave the Kommo-o a sceptical sideways glance, but otherwise didn’t question Jeremy’s motives.

“Well, how soon can you two get to the roof?”

Jeremy quickly chugged the remainder of his tea before throwing the first shirt he could grab out of Thomas’ duffel bag at the man. <As soon as Thomas is dressed.>

The smirking sound of stifled laughter chortled through the phone. “Well then, Thomas dear, get dressed. Everyone’s waiting on you.” Anne said jokingly before hanging up.

“Real nice.” The man grumbled with a smile as he pulled himself into the shirt and threw on a pair of shoes. He considered tossing Zye’s cube into the duffel and dragging it through the Foundation headquarters, but it would probably prompt more suspicions, questions and searches than just carrying it in the open.

It didn’t take long for the two to get through the required checkpoints and towards the roof. Upon arriving atop the rather gusty but bright top floor via a stairwell, they could see Professor Comosus waving them over towards a rounded structure beneath a massive solar collector array. The three greeted each other with hugs before Anne led them in through a large, sliding door.

The room they entered was lined with an assortment of mirrors all pointing towards a central - and somewhat singed - portion of floor marked off with red warning tape. “Place that metal construct down there, will you?” She spoke assumedly to Thomas, who complied before backtracking from that space as quickly as possible. “Just gotta wait for the screen…” As she said that, a golden-coloured panel began shifting up from the floor, stretching to the ceiling and almost entirely obfuscating the room beyond. Thomas could barely make out Zye’s cube he’d just placed on the floor. “Aligning the array…”

Jeremy pointed to the small hatch opening in the ceiling, the bright light of sunrise beaming down into the room. But that hatch did not end at a foot in diameter, or a few feet. It continued opening until the entire ceiling had recessed into the walls. Thomas could see outside a massive concave mirror situated outside. Then, as though a portal to the sun had suddenly been opened, everything went a bright golden white. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when he did, Thomas understood why that barely translucent panel had been erected; with it there was at least some possibility - through squinting - to make out what was going on in that room.

Hundreds of mirrors, carefully controlled by an assortment of servos and computer-controlled algorithms aligned the massive mirror outside to reflect a gym arena’s worth of sunlight into a point the size of Zye’s cube. It was as though the sun itself had been crafted into a laser, the beam split and rejoined upon the iridescent green metal shape. And within seconds, there was a reaction. A faint vibration picked up by an assortment of sensors on the terminal the Professor was situated at sent off a series of small alarms, which she duly ignored. Thomas could see on Anne’s face an almost childish wonder, her years of work not having ground away the excitement of discovery, or the love of life in general given her attitude back downstairs.

Another series of alarms sounded, and this time Thomas could see the little jolting movements caused by Zye presumably - hopefully - waking up. His apprehension was thankfully short-lived as with a shuddering roar, Zye’s cells swarmed forth from the metallic structure, overwhelming and absorbing it as his serpentine form recompiled in front of them. After several seconds the process had completed, with the sixteen foot long legendary snake reared back in a satisfied stretch.

‘I… return.’ He spoke, even Anne apparently able to hear it as her eyes bugged out as soon as the familiar voice reached inside Thomas’ mind.

“Uh…” Professor Comosus took a moment to gather herself before realising she needed to shut everything down before they could let the shield down and have a proper conversation. “Yes, yes, one moment. Retracting array…” The mirror atop the headquarters angled skyward as the roof aperture began to close once more, bathing the room in a golden darkness once more.

‘That machine. It is truly wonderful.’ Zye sighed, even his words felt energised somehow.

“Thank you.” Anne said sheepishly. “Aperture… closed, and shield lowering.” She guided Thomas and Jeremy back into the main room - which was considerably warmer. She quickly ran back to the console, pressing several buttons that appeared to cycle some fans, pumping cooler air into the room that smelled like burned dust.

Zye looked from Thomas to Jeremy, cocking his head to the side. Jeremy still looked defiant, but nodded ever so subtly. They would have to talk about many things, but it could wait. Thomas was much more physical in his show of emotion, as he walked right up to the black and green serpent, wrapping his arms around to hug Zye tightly. ‘I may still be-’

“It burns. I don’t care.” Thomas said, ignoring the near-scalding heat of Zye’s body. But he knew his limits, and pushing his pain threshold further than he probably should have, he gave the pokemon one last squeeze before backing off. “You had me so worried.”

‘What happened with that… beast?’ Zye asked, his concern more for what had happened than for the man’s safety given he was still standing.

Thomas tapped the dive ball on his waist. “Taken care of. Well, mostly.” He shrugged. “Not sure what to do with it. Tried to kill me, so not sure if I really want to train it.”

“Thomas, even in Vandimland there are rules about catching pokemon you don’t intend to train.” The Professor chided him.

“Didn’t have much of an option. If it wasn’t for Zye, I’d have been digested by now. I mean, if I can release it, I’d be fine with that, as long as I’m nowhere nearby. I don’t want it taking revenge or anything.” Jeremy gave the man a gentle hug, assuring him it was okay.

‘It truly was a life-or-death situation. Please believe him.’ Zye asked.

“Okay, okay.” Anne took a deep breath before exhaling loudly, trying to think of a solution to the man’s problem. Thinking of something that might help, she shrugged “Try heading to Aether House on Ula’ula. Ask for the Headmaster, they’ll hopefully be able to help.” The name rang bells with Jeremy, who gave Thomas a sheepish ‘why didn’t I think of that’ look. “It’s where Jeremy here was taken after he was brought to us. It’s a house for wayward pokemon and humans alike. They may be able to rehome the…”

“Malamar.” Thomas sighed.

“Whoah. You weren’t kidding about life or death were you?” Anne said, shocked that Thomas had survived an encounter with a wild Malamar and survived, much less the more dangerous Vandimland variant.

‘It took all my power to stop it from killing him.’ Zye stated, no hint of a lie in his words.

<And I thank you for that.> Jeremy sighed, giving Thomas another hug. But it was only a second before the man pulled himself free from the embrace, looking to Jeremy excitedly. <What? What is it?> Thomas pointed to the masterball on Jeremy’s bandolier, causing Anne’s eyebrows to go up in anticipation. Jeremy, realising Titan would want to see Zye and visa versa, tapped the button to summon the Chesnaught into the slowly cooling room.

<Zye?> The massive form inquired upon seeing the giant black and green serpent. A burst of electricity arced up across the two bolts, surprising the professor. As soon as the Zygarde had given the nod to his ward, Titan leapt at the legendary pokemon, embracing it tightly. <I was so worried…> His muffled voice managed to say as Zye wrapped his tail around the Chesnaught.

‘You have this human to thank.’ Zye said, gesturing to Anne with the multiple tips of his fanlike tail. The target of Titan’s embrace was quickly changed as he wrapped the woman up in his big arms.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou…”

“No…Problem.” Professor Comosus struggled to get out, Titan realising he was gently suffocating her. He quickly readjusted, blushing sheepishly but continuing the hug.

Jeremy’s big yellow belly rumbled. <There is much we need to discuss, but I think perhaps Breakfast may be in order.>

Thomas nodded. “Would it be okay if Zye and Titan came with us? Do they need to worry about clearance or-”

“Oh, no problems.” Anne interrupted. “Nobody here would try anything, though once they find out you can speak more than just your name, you may get barraged with questions.” She said candidly, jabbing an accusatory finger in Zye’s direction. “Honestly, I’m trying to hold back my own little - well… massive - list.”

‘You have revived me, and for that I am in your debt. I will answer what I can.’ Anne all but leapt out of her skin at the chance to banter with a pokemon as strange and powerful as the Zygarde, though despite some gleeful tippy-taps and a smile that at any other time would have looked rather horrifying, Anne managed to keep herself composed enough to guide them towards the canteen.

As they wandered the halls, both Zye and Titan attracted their fair share of stares. They were essentially undiscovered pokemon, leading some researchers they passed to question whether they were just a dressed up Arbok and Chesnaught with glued-on bolts or perhaps -in Zye’s case - some highly advanced electronic construct. While answering Professor Comosus’ questions, Zye couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pride in drawing so much positive attention. It was an emotion he’d not had before, not in that way at least. The pride in a job well done was one thing, but this bordered on narcissistic, which for him was a novel sensation.

Breakfast was relatively uneventful, despite being the centre of attention for the entire cafeteria. It involved what amounted to an hour of Anne casually interrogating Zye and Titan while Thomas and Jeremy came up with a plan for the next week. They agreed that the entire former ‘Drake party’ needed some time to relax, and that Poke Pelago was the way to go. After a bit of searching on the internet, they discovered it was for Pokemon only, which was a little disappointing for Thomas but he assured Jeremy he would be fine for them to go without him. Gem however stated they’d rather stay behind, preferring the earpiece to sand.

The next booking window for the exclusive vacation spot would be for midday Wednesday to midday Saturday. Thomas checked the flight times for the Saturday Airship to Unova, and was relieved when departure was set for just before sunset, giving them plenty of time to get back from Poke Pelago before boarding. He booked the flight to make sure they had seats, but before he could pay for Poke Pelago, Jeremy yanked the pokedex his way - and the arm it was attached to - putting in his new card’s details instead of Thomas’.

With that out of the way, the two then focused on what to do before then. The Antique store in Hau'oli was on the list to find more of Zye’s cells - much to Jeremy’s chagrin - and they knew Zana would need some ‘Retail Therapy’ to help with the mood she was in, so might as well tackle that during the day too. Other than that there was one thing Thomas was considering, but refusing to tell Jeremy the exact details saying it would be a ‘surprise’ for the whole gang.

When it was clear Zye had become a little overloaded with Anne’s probing questions, Thomas spoke up. “How’d the interview go?” He joked, turning his chair to face the other table.

“I’ve barely scratched the surface!” Anne replied excitedly. “So much history we were unaware of, so many little systems going on everywhere!” Her exasperated exclamations turned to pleading as she realised Thomas and Jeremy were done with their little discussion. “Please, just a few more questions…”

‘Alas, we have matters to attend to.’ Zye didn’t just sound exhausted to Thomas, he felt the weariness of being the subject of hundreds of taxing questions regarding his existence and the state of the world both now and in the past.

“I’ll see what I can do about arranging something with the Dragon Institute when we get there.” Thomas offered, a coldness radiating from Zye at those words felt like the supernatural version of a death stare. “But for now we have a lot to get done, and even more to discuss.”

Anne sighed, closing her pokedex’s keyboard attachment. “Well, you’re always welcome back here.” She stood, prompting the rest to stand partly out of politeness, and partly because it really was time to get going. “I’ll call the dock, see if there’s anyone available to transport you to… where’re you off to first?”

<Hau’oli.> Jeremy said before Thomas could even open his mouth. <We’ve got supplies that need restocking and a rather angry Zoroark that needs pacifying.>

Anne looked to Thomas. “I take it you’re the reason it’s angry?” Thomas tried to look innocent but gave up with a resigned nod.

<At least this one isn’t looking to kill him.> Jeremy added, with enough of a subtle tone for Anne to pick up and grin at. Thomas just blushed. <We just need to gather our stuff from the room, and we’ll head down to the dock.>

Anne gave Thomas, Titan and Zye a quick hug, but wrapped Jeremy up in a tight embrace. Thomas could tell she had missed the Kommo-o, the two seeming to share a bit of a bond that made the man wonder whether she’d been responsible for Jeremy’s love of humans. Before he could ponder that for too long, he was being whisked away back up to their room, Zye and Titan close behind.

Upon arriving at the room, Jeremy handed the Luxray’s ball over to Zye while giving the legendary a rundown of the events that occurred on the Silent Whismur as well as their current situation overall. Thomas meanwhile did his best to pack the duffel bag up, making sure he hadn’t left anything in the bathroom or under the bed. He finished just as Jeremy was explaining about the airship to Unova departing several days from then, and the trip to Poke Pelago they’d be enjoying in the meantime. Jeremy had booked 11 places, which would be enough for all of them - including Zye - to take a few days off.

Thomas was unsure whether the massive serpent would want to spend the time effectively doing nothing while he ran around organising things. But after being assured their security was not in question given the Aether Foundation’s tight observation of the islands and waters surrounding them, Zye accepted the offer, stating they would be interested in seeing what other pokemon viewed as ‘leisure time’ or ‘fun activities’.

With bags packed and balls appropriately distributed, the four made their way down to the dock, with Titan deciding to be re-balled after getting a look at the very deep water. They were guided to a boat piloted by a very hungover version of the same man that had brought them to the Foundation’s headquarters the day prior. And rising from the galley was none other than Po.

Upon spotting Thomas, he grinned cheekily, catching both Jeremy and Zye’s eye. Accusatory glances befell the man before the Golduck burst into laughter. The Pilot had no idea what was going on, so chose to just pay attention to the water ahead of them. But for Thomas, the ride over to the mainland was punctuated by Po describing the previous evening’s events to the other two in excruciating detail. Thomas was barely able to hear them over the din of the waves, and when he tried to get close enough to interject here or there, Jeremy would just push him back down the seat.

Eventually he stopped trying, leaving the three to their own amusements as he stared off across the blue horizon. It was near to an hour before they pulled up along the Hau’oli docks, with Po leaping overboard to tie off the boat. Thomas got a sneaky slap on the arse from the Golduck as he stepped off, his trainer too busy checking gauges to notice. They gave each other a kind wave - Po blowing the man a kiss - before the boat spun around and made its way back into open water.

First on the docket was Antiquities of the Ages, but Thomas didn’t know how long that would take, and given Zana’s mood, he wanted to bump her needs up a spot. Zye seemed understanding, as did Jeremy so Thomas summoned the Zoroark with a held breath. The white sparkly light of a pokemon returning to form was followed by an angry harrumph. Thomas winced, ready to be slapped, punched or otherwise shouted at for one thing or another, until Zana realised where she was.

<Shopping district is this way.> Jeremy said, hoping to help his lover out a little with the irate Mistress. The four walked down the dock towards the city proper, Jeremy and Zana out front having their own private conversation while Thomas and Zye hung back. It wasn’t long before some shops caught her eye, the first being a boutique fur salon with “Folliculi Follicula” written in fancy cursive above the door. The lady at the desk was quick to notice Zana’s obvious command over her human trainer and wasted no time giving the Zoroark the full spiel on some of their more expensive products.

A half hour later they made their way out of the shop with a type of shampoo that would alter Zana’s tips to be a glittery orange rather than red, along with the conditioner to help retain the colour and an assortment of ointments to ‘hydrate the scalp’ and ‘revitalise damaged follicles’. Thomas’ bank account had taken a bit of a hit with that store, but it didn’t stop there.

Zana’s next target was a pokemon clothing store. With fibres woven from Araqanid silk, the clothes would be able to go with her into the pokeball, which meant she wouldn’t need to get dressed and undressed every time she came out. Thomas half expected her choices to be dominatrix-like in design, but instead she came out of the change room with several rather colourful dresses, and only the one black garment Thomas couldn’t quite make out before it had been passed to the clerk.

Much to Zye and Jeremy’s relief - not to mention Thomas’ wallet - Zana seemed to be running out of steam after those two stores. Deciding to wait it out until they arrived at a hotel, she gave Thomas a discrete peck on the cheek before vanishing. Or rather she leant in for the kiss but pressed the button on her ball before making contact. Thomas sighed, smiling. At least she was in a better mood. With Zana’s shopping urges sated, Thomas was able to turn to the next mission of the day. He searched for Antiquities of the Ages over Hau’oli’s massive wifi system’s net link, and came up with two results. The first was a tiny little shop front in the mall, catering to a very specific clientele, while the other was a much larger warehouse on the city’s outskirts.

Forgoing the smaller, niche shopfront, the trio opted to set off for the larger warehouse. Upon arrival Thomas was beaming, and Jeremy couldn’t help but point it out. <You seem in good spirits.>

Thomas was barely able to contain his excitement. “I love antique stores. Never could afford anything in them, but there’s just so much cool stuff.” Thomas peered in through the door, then did some quick mental calculations before clearing his throat. “Uh, guys, you might have to sit this one out.”

The green and black serpentine head peeked through the window and saw the issue. The place was packed, the shelves barely a few feet apart. Jeremy looked in as well and sighed. There was no way he’d be able to walk through that place without breaking something. But Zye just nodded. ‘Understandable, but that won’t be an issue.’ In a flurry of hexagons, the Zygarde reduced in size to that of its previous Canid form. Except unlike before, Thomas could sense a strange energy coming from the pokemon, like what he’d imagine overcharging a battery would feel like.

<Handy.> Jeremy growled.

“Hey, while I’m sorting this out, why don’t you stock up on stuff. We passed a whole bunch of trainer stores a block or so back. When you’re done, come back here, otherwise we’ll come find you.” Thomas gave one of Jeremy's sizable claws a gentle squeeze. “Hopefully we find what we’re after, and if not, no big deal. See you in a bit.”

Jeremy pulled Thomas into a quick hug. <Okay, see you soon.> With a deep breath, Jeremy took off, ready to get everything he needed for his new journey as a trainer. Before turning back to the warehouse Thomas spotted the telltale flash of a summoned pokemon, spying the Litten taking its place on Jeremy’s shoulder as they made their way up the street. Thomas thought of Mac and the bug’s first time in Cannab; racing around the pavement before taking refuge on his shoulder to avoid the many inattentive footsteps of passers by.

‘I can feel something inside, but I am unsure what.’ Zye said, snapping Thomas out of his memories.

“Well, let’s find out.” He pushed the door open, holding it for his four-legged friend before allowing it to close with a lilting chime.

“I’ll be with you momentarily…” A raspy voice called from somewhere deeper into the collection of odds and ends. Thomas looked around and was well pleased. No less than four old globes were clearly visible from the counter where he stood, with several more half-buried amongst old furniture and stacks of books further in. As he admired the assortment of old possessions, a cardigan with legs and a head popped out from between two bookshelves. The man they formed was covered in a comical amount of dust, which he attempted to brush off, but it seemed to instead just float back to him. “Welcome, welcome. What can I do ya for?”

Thomas snapped out of it and addressed the gentleman. “Hi, yeah. Uh, so I’ve got a friend who’s looking for something kinda specific.”

The man shrugged “Okay, well, what’s it look like? Is it a watch? We have plenty o’ those.”

“Heh, not a watch, no. Uh…” Thomas looked to Zye for help but got a blank stare in response. “It’s a shiny greenish metal… shape. Like a cube if you cut the corners off.”

“Octagonal sides or hexagonal?” The man asked, mulling the request over in his mind.

“Uh… Hexagonal?”

“Oh, that’d be a Truncated Octahedron.”

Thomas blinked in surprise. “Wait, you have one?”

“No. But what you’re describing is a truncated Octahedron. If it were octagons it’d be a truncated Hexahedron. You see, depending on which platonic solid the shape is closer to, it uses a different name. The midpoint of the two is a Cuboctahedron.” A proud grin spread across the old man’s face, leaving Thomas a little confused. Seeing this, the man apologised. “Sorry, used to be a maths teacher. Hard to break old habits.”

“That’s… okay.” Thomas said, trying to get his mind back on track. “So you said you’ve not seen anything like that?” Zye was staring off in a strange direction, as though having heard something beyond Thomas’ hearing.

“Not that I know of. Though you should have a look around anyway, might spot something appropriate- hey, sorry but no wandering pokemon.” He pointed to Zye’s black haunches as they disappeared around a corner.

“Dammit, sorry.” Thomas said as he chased after the wayward canine. The pokemon led him through row after row of old books, antiquated gadgets and questionably tasteful porcelain figures before passing through an open doorway into a small room, stopping at a plinth made from a rather chunky piece of solid granite. Chained to the top was a pink and white bottle covered in golden rings, the chains bolted into the granite. “What the-”

“Don’t touch that!” The old man wheezed, having just caught up. “It’s- hoo…” He caught his breath, leaning against the doorway. “It’s a real troublemaker.”

“Troublemaker?” Thomas couldn’t understand how a bottle could be anything but a bottle, and he was pretty sure that wasn’t a pokemon disguised as a bottle. A Ditto could easily escape those bonds.

“A Hoopa.” The man said. Thomas and Zye looked at each other before looking back at the man. “Don’t - Arceus I’m out of shape - don’t know what a Hoopa is?” He sighed, walking over to just behind the plinth and grabbing a leather case similar to the one Jeremy had carried the day before. From it he pulled an age-worn scroll and showed his customers the contents. “Hundreds of years ago, a Hoopa plagued Hau’oli village, causing all sorts of mischief and stealing valuables from the people while they slept. One day they had had enough. The Melemele Kahuna fought the trickster, wearing it down to the point where it retreated into its bottle; it’s prison. As soon as it was inside, she sealed the lid, and chained it to this stone, where it has remained since.”

“Wait,” Thomas stared at the bottle “so there’s a pokemon in there?”

‘There is. I can sense it.’ Zye said just to Thomas, an air of concern in his voice. ‘And it is not well.’

“Yes. Apparently it was too strong to be contained any other way, so they kept it in its bottle. And if it gets out…” He shooed Thomas and Zye from the room “I’d rather not find out what the release of several hundred years worth of anger will do to this place.” Thomas and Zye left the room, but they could feel each other’s unease about the situation. A chime from the front of the store indicated another customer. “Feel free to browse,” The old man said, locking the door behind him. “I’m sure even if you’re unable to leave with a Truncated Octahedron you’ll find something of value here at Antiquities of the Ages.” With that He disappeared down an aisle of old telescopes and sextants.

‘That Hoopa will not survive much longer inside its bottle.’ Zye stated mournfully.

“Well I doubt they’d be cool with us letting it out. Think the Aether Foundation knows of its existence?”

‘I don’t doubt it. From my discussions with Professor Comosus, they seem to take threats to these islands very seriously.’ Zye outwardly sighed. ‘I understand that doing something may jeopardise our mission regarding the Dragon Institute. But I cannot-’

“Just… let me think.” Thomas interrupted, shaking his head. He saw a stack of old bottles down one aisle and set off to look them over. He picked up several, turning them over in his hands and analysing them carefully.

‘What are you-’ Thomas shushed Zye curtly, holding a single finger up to give the pokemon pause. With a mischievous grin his eyes locked onto a bottle, identical in shape to the trapped pokemon’s bottle, sans the golden rings. His plan understood by Zye, Thomas then moved quickly through the warehouse to find the jewellery section. Most of it was behind glass, but some of the larger and more worn items were out on display or in baskets with sale tags. He found nothing fitting the general shape and size of the golden rings, but a nearby section with old curtains provided him with several wooden ones from curtain rods.

He then found a section filled with old paints and picked out several that seemed appropriate for his plan, adding them to the bottle and rings. Thomas knew if he showed up to the front desk with those specific items that his plan might be obvious, so to obfuscate it he managed to find several worn wooden toys in similar pink, white and golden colour schemes that fit the paint he’d acquired. Zye could sense an immense amount of creative energy pouring from Thomas as he brought the combined assortment of things up to the counter.

“Woah, found a few things it seems.” The old man chuckled. He was less impressed when it came to ringing up the multitude of very cheap items, though his face brightened up when Thomas indicated the jewellery cabinet. “Oh, after something for the missus?”

Thomas smiled cheekily. “Gotta keep her happy somehow.” he chuckled. “Gold necklace with the black gem. Second from the top row.” Thomas guided the man until he had found the item in question. “That one.”

“An interesting choice.” He nodded, respecting Thomas’ tastes. “That’s Obsidian. Volcanic glass from Wela.” Thomas smiled, it would be perfect. The amounts were totalled and paid, Thomas taking the bag and making it fit into his duffel before waving goodbye to the gentleman and leaving the warehouse.

‘Should we find Jeremy?’

Thomas looked to his pokedex, checking the time. “Sure, he’s probably still going, might as well help out.” He readjusted the duffel and set off down the road. But he didn’t make it particularly far. “No…” Zye watched mystified as Thomas’ attention was taken by a shop along the main strip. Musical notes surrounded the neon letters of ‘Strummin’ Place’ on the large sign above the door. But it wasn’t the shop itself that had Thomas’ eye, it was a device in the window.

The curved box looked similar to a violin, but much thicker and with no neck. Instead at its base was a crank handle designed to turn a large wooden disc running against several strings. ‘You are familiar with this… instrument?’

“After Bruno smashed mine, I never thought I’d see another one. I thought it was one of my grandfather’s inventions. Then I came across one at Jessa’s and… well” Thomas ran nervous fingers through his short hair “-we left too quick for me to ask where she got it from.” He placed his forehead against the glass, staring at the Hurdy Gurdy intensely. Noticing the price tag on the display, brought about a nervous jitter from the man in the form of a restless leg.

‘Is it something you wish to purchase?’ Zye asked, a little amused at Thomas’ state.

“I really kinda do…” He whined, unsure if the rather steep cost was something he could warrant given the other recent expenses. At least the Poke Pelago was already paid for and he only really had to cover his own costs for the next few days. And being hunted from town to town and across the seas tended to only be expensive in bursts. With a determined sigh Thomas stood upright and strode into the shop.

The first thing to hit him was the strange scent inside. It was musty like Jeremy after a fight, but also sharp like the lacquer used on wood; which made sense given the large array of guitars and other similar instruments lining the walls. He stared in amazement as Zye strode in behind, looking curiously at the strange musical devices. A purple and blue pokemon waddled over to the pair, looking them up and down before reaching past to flip the sign on the door from ‘open’ to ‘closed’. <Sorry, closing early today.> It muttered, waving Thomas away.

“Wait, I know what I want.” Thomas blurted out, much to the pokemon’s dismay. It rolled its eyes, looking behind to the other of its kind filing into a back room. “Please, it won’t take long.” With a huff, the pokemon shrugged; it’s half-hearted nod preceding the ‘hurry up’ gesture. But when Thomas pointed to the Hurdy Gurdy it’s eyes lit up. “That one.”

<Really?> It quickly pushed past the man to take the instrument off the display stand, gently securing it in its custom case. It didn’t argue, the commission of that one piece was double what he’d usually make in a week. As they double checked the contents of the clamshell carrier and its fasteners, Thomas flicked the pokedex to silent and quickly scanned the clerk. ‘Toxtricity, Electric-Poison type. It has an electrical organ on its chest. Low-Key variant. While generating electricity, it fills its surroundings with what sounds like the strumming of a bass guitar.’

Thomas was quickly guided to the counter, the pokemon pointing to the payment machine and total. Thomas scanned his pokedex and asked “Closing early eh? Headed off to shred some waves?” He thought he’d sound cool saying it, but he could tell from the smirk on the Toxtricity’s face that he in fact, did not.

<Nope. Orgy.> The Toxtricity said somewhat matter-of-factly.

“A… uh… Okay.” Thomas blushed.

The Toxtricity froze, slowly looking up from his sale to the man standing rather sheepishly on the other side of the counter. <Uh… you understood that?> Thomas nodded. <Well… y’see->

‘Worry not.’ Zye piped up, very amused. ‘He’s used to it.’

<Used to Toxtricity mating puddles?> Thomas’ eyes went even wider.

“Mating Puddles?”

‘To pokemon fornication.’ Zye replied, a hint of smugness in his tone as he happily described Thomas’ private life with the Toxtricity. ‘Both as a participant and observer. Though, more the former than the latter.’

<So… you’re not gonna tell the manager?> Thomas shook his head, garnering a sigh of relief from the pokemon. Thomas was ready to take his Hurdy Gurdy and get out of there before Zye could sidetrack them further, but it was no use. The Toxtricity’s posture straightened up, an idea having landed squarely in its mind. <In that case, would you like to… join in?>

Thomas had to admit, the whole notion of a ‘mating puddle’ had him intrigued, and given Zye’s smugness he assumed the canine would egg him on towards such an endeavour regardless. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.” He muttered, attempting to sound polite, but the pokemon - seeming much more relaxed than a few moments earlier - just waved the notion off.

<Nah. Pretty sure everyone’d be interested in having a human join in. Pretty sure it’d be a first for most of us. Invite’s open to your friend too.> a purple and blue arm gestured to Zye.

‘I would be happier to observe. But I am grateful for the invitation.’ Zye stared knowingly at Thomas, who gulped hard. ‘Please, lead the way.’

The Toxtricity quickly double checked the shop front door was locked and the lights were shut off before heading through to the back, waving Thomas and Zye along behind them. Halfway down a set of stairs leading to what was presumably the basement, it turned around to look Thomas up and down, muttering <Does he now?> Thomas looked confused, but after a moment realised his ‘companion’ had just said something solely to the Toxtricity. <Well, I’m sure we can accommodate.>

They crossed a simple looking storeroom before coming to a much bigger door, the sign above stating ‘Break Room’ flanked on either side by pieces of a broken guitar and spray-painted lightning bolts. The clerk pointed to a small table nearby. <You can leave your stuff there. Clothes too.>

Thomas took a deep breath, dumping the duffel bag on it before placing the newly acquired instrument to its side. He then disrobed, the two pokemon nearby regarding his body with interest as they took in the sight of the naked human. <Catch some sun?> It mused, pointing to how red his face and neck had become.

‘No, he’s just blushing.’ Zye chuckled, missing the point of the joke.

The Toxtricity opened the door a crack. The sound from inside was somewhat surreal, the air filled with tonal vibrations, almost like a strumming that was both discordant yet held some semblance of shared rhythm. <Hey, I have a special guest.>

<What?> Came several replies, all other Toxtricity from what Thomas could tell. The strumming calmed, but did not cease. <Better not be another one of your stupid sex toys, Duff.> Shouted another.

<Fuck you Les. Nah, It’s someone special.> Duff looked at Thomas, waving him over. <Ladies and gentlefolk, I’m proud to present, the one, the only, Thomas!> He grabbed the man by the arm, pulling Thomas into the doorway. With all eyes on him in the sudden silence, Thomas waved nervously.

<Are you fuckin’ MAD?!> Les shouted from further in, though Thomas had no idea where. The scene that lay before him was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Well over a dozen Toxtricity - some blue, some yellow, but all purple - stared up at him from what looked like a hollowed out cave floor. It had smooth-ish sides similar to the one back in the Ryperior’s cave, but with much lesser quality of workmanship, leading to not so much a rougher surface, but far more tool marks and gaps. However the whole assortment of bodies in this makeshift shallow pool were covered in a strange slimy substance, creating the musty smell Thomas initially sensed upon entering the store.

<He’s actually a bit of a connoisseur from what I’ve been told.> Duff looked at Zye. <How many pokemon has he fucked?>

“Thirty-nine-”

‘Forty nine.’ Zye corrected. ‘And all consensual as far as the pokemon were concerned.’ Thomas was not about to argue semantics at this stage - realising he’d only been keeping track of the species, not individuals - but Zye was effectively right: Thomas may not have had much of a choice on some of those occasions, but the pokemon sure did.

<Could be fun.> <He can understand us?> <I’ve never had a human before.> <Do they even do it right?> The voices from the writhing pit of Toxtricity conversed quickly amongst themselves, Gem barely able to keep up with most of it as Thomas tried to take in what he could. But fortunately intrigue seemed to win out as the slow purposeful strumming began to build. <Get him down here.> <Let’s see what he’s made of.> <I wonder what his cum tastes like?>

And with that, Thomas was being helped into the ‘Break Room’ by several slimy bodies rising from the mass below. Zye sat down at the entrance, looking on curiously, the rest of the pokemon seeming to forget he was there. Duff lowered himself into the group as well, pulling Thomas down to lay him across several other Toxtricity. “So, uh… This is the ‘Mating Puddle’?” He asked, understanding the term was far more literal than he’d assumed. He was dragged down into a hug by one of the yellow pokemon, the slick contact of their body grinding against him causing his member to twitch.

Several Toxtricity looked at Duff with raised eyebrows, but the clerk just grinned sheepishly. <Language barrier.> He stroked down Thomas’ exposed back. <Besides, I thought he should have at least some idea of what he’s getting into.>

“And what is that, exactly?” Thomas was turned around by the Toxtricity holding him before being embraced again from behind. He was being made to watch the display before him. Duff writhed his way towards the top of the pile, positioning himself over one of the many other pokemon. He rubbed his crotch, and after a few seconds a short but thick cock popped free from a hitherto unseen slit. Standing only a few inches tall, the tip looked similar to a canids - tapered with a slight curve to it - while the shaft was bulging and veined much like a humans. However, unlike either, the length of it was incredibly short when compared to its width. Thomas would struggle to get his fingers around the bulk of it, yet the whole thing was barely a few inches long.

Duff had a look of intense lust in his eyes as he firmly rubbed the tip of it with his fingers. Seconds later a thick mucusy film had coated the member, and it was being filled with a pearlescent fluid. The balloon of cum inflated until it was about the size of a Watmel berry before plopping off into the writhing mass of Toxtricity below. One of the toxtricity slid through the mass and scooped the spermy package up, holding it out for Thomas to see before placing it between their legs and with a flex of muscles sucked the whole thing up inside them. Thomas’ eyes went wide at the rapid disappearing act. “That was amazing!” He uttered, an assortment of giggles and chuckles broke out across the writhing throng. “Looks fun.” He smiled cheekily as Duff settled back into the mass of bodies.

<So, how does it work with you, human?> All eyes were on Thomas as the question landed.

“Uh,” He paused, wondering the best way to describe the differences. “Well, uh, we take a lot longer to, well, ‘come’.” He blushed, heart beating faster. “And not in as much volume.” He admitted. The sizable bubble of Duff’s seed was considerably larger than anything he’d be able to produce. There were some disappointed faces amongst the crowd, but he hoped to impress them with something else. “But for us humans it’s all about penetration and stamina. We might not have the volume, but we have depth and rhythm.” Several eyebrows raised at that last word, the strumming building a little in intensity, the man assuming it was to show off that the Toxtricity knew what rhythm was, and Thomas would be held to that statement. He pushed away the large hands of the Toxtricity holding him, revealing his sizable member. It was not quite as thick as Duff, but was well over double the length, perhaps even triple.

There was a brief scramble as several nearby females playfully fought to be the first to mount the man, the winner straddling him with a profound hunger in her eyes. She lowered herself over him, the head of his cock pushing inside to a shared sigh. But before it got too far a sudden and surprising vacuum surrounded the throbbing member, sucking him in to the hilt. Thomas groaned as his shaft was wrung tight, muscles designed for sucking up globules of cum drawing him into the much more open space the head of his cock was forced into. The inside of the pokemon’s womb fluttered against the fleshy penetration, not used to having something so solid pressing against its silken walls.

The Toxtricity holding Thomas from behind began panting as it ground its crotch against the man’s arse, the small but girthy cock popping free of its slit to slide between his cheeks. Thomas’ groan turned to a pleading moan as he felt the tapered tip push against his rim. The look he gave the Toxtricity behind him was all the pokemon needed, the spiky hips angling forward to find the best approach. “Fuh!...” Thomas gasped as a quick thrust buried the entire three inch member deep into his arse. He turned to look back at the pokemon, who was grinning blissfully.

Both pokemon intimately coupled with Thomas were staying rather still. Whether they were expecting something else to happen, or permission to continue, Thomas couldn’t tell. But he felt he would have to give a bit of guidance, at least to start with. So he got their attention by using his hands planted on the male’s hips to grind himself forward, pushing harder into the female as the cock in his arse retreated to its head. Then with a quick slide back he buried himself on the throbbing tool while withdrawing from the female. The pair gasped at the sensation, grabbing his body as his rhythm slowly built up between them.

It didn’t take long for the pokemon to take the sensual movement into their own hands, the male’s short sharp thrusts echoed in the rhythmic grinding of the female in Thomas’ lap as she played with the protrusions on her chest. A strong vibration shot down through her body and into Thomas’ with every pluck of her fingers as she played with herself literally. Suddenly - but unsurprisingly - he began to feel a pressure in his rear, the Toxtricity’s seed being pumped into him bit by bit. As The male finished up with a final thrust - detaching the globule from his cock - the synchronised motion caused the female’s passage to clamp down, suckling at Thomas’ member as she rode through her own climax. It was intense, bordering on painful for the man. But as quick as it began, the pressure subsided, and the pokemon was gently lifted off him and carried to one of the ledges at the edge of the pit.

<Me next!> Another female shouted, flinging herself at Thomas before another could claim him for her own. Thomas wrapped his arms around this one, his feet finding solid rock allowing him to stand as he let gravity do most of the work. <Arceus!> She cried, feeling the depth of Thomas’ cock as it hammered home like an elastic band when the male Toxtricity’s cock popped free.

Several other Toxtricity, flattened themselves against the rocky bowl, grabbing at the female and forcing the duo into a more missionary position. She lay on her back, several hands stroking up and down her form as Thomas picked up his pace, thrusting in with heavy slaps before retreating to just the tip of his throbbing rod and repeating the visceral process. At one point he slipped out of the slimy Toxtricity, and the angle he was fucking her sent his cock sliding between her thighs towards her tail instead. At first he thought he’d found her arse, but given the shocked gasp from one of the pokemon behind her he deduced it was another female’s hole he’d found.

With a wicked grin, Thomas began fucking the pair in tandem, impaling the toxtricity on top with his full length before giving the one beneath her the first few inches of his sizeable human member, the best he could do given the thick spiky thighs between them. The writhing mass surrounding the trio began to build in intensity along with the musical thrum, several of the male Toxtricity straddling the topmost female to deposit their package of cum directly onto her belly. One of the slimy balloons slid down across her belly toward her crotch, and Thomas’ curiosity got the better of him.

Fortunately she had the same idea, spreading her legs invitingly as Thomas lined his member up with her snatch. When the seed sack engulfed his cock all sensation rushed to that meaty shaft as it was sucked deep into the hot cavernous womb. He shuddered as the spermatophore’s surface tension gave in, slathering his cock in the virile seed of a male Toxtricity. But while the sensation may have been wonderfully intense for him, it was orgasmically intense for the female, her body pulling the man’s lengthy member deep inside her attempting to milk it of human seed.

As she sighed and was gently pulled off him, Thomas was once again left rock hard, being edged by these horny lizards as yet another guided him their way. This time the Toxtricity opened their mouth, presenting a wide, thick tongue to the man. Wasting no time Thomas slid forward, granting enough space behind him for another male to slide in, both figuratively and literally. As the stubby cock was thrust in to the hilt, Thomas too thrust forward, impaling the other Toxtricity’s face on his rod. But seeming to lack a gag reflex, they just saucily closed their mouth and began sucking.

Thomas’ oral experience was rocketed into new territory as the Toxtricity with their mouth full began plucking away at their blue and purple chest, deep, resonant bass notes filling the air and assaulting the man’s cock wedged in the pokemon’s throat. It was a tune-less melody, building with the crescendo of the bodies writhing around him. Occasionally one would reach it’s peak and be noticeable above the others, but after only a few seconds it too would be lost to the din of the writhing pool of fucking pokemon. As the male behind him began thrusting rhythmically into Thomas’ arse, he knew he would be reaching his crescendo soon too.

Sensing the man’s oncoming climax as his breathing staggers as movements stiffen, several nearby Toxtricity slosh their way over, aligning their mouths with the one latched onto Thomas’ member, opening to lewdly display their writhing tongues. As he feels the pressure inside his rear suddenly increase from the male’s climax, Thomas doubles over. The Toxtricity lips pursed a little, keeping the first strand of his ropey jizz to themselves before allowing the spasming member to pop free. They maintained eye contact as they disappeared into the writhing throng of hungry Toxtricity, leading to a powerful second volley blasting across several mouths.

A flurry of activity quickly engulfs the man as multiple cum-hungry Toxtricity realise what’s happening and try to get a taste of his human cum, most seeming intrigued rather than disgusted, with a select few scrambling for seconds. One of those managed to latch onto his lengthy member, suckling it with a hyper-active tongue to coax more out. Thomas, unable to deny the pokemon their prize, grabbed the yellow-spiked pokemon by the protrusions on the side of its head and buried himself deep in their throat as he pumped his final few loads deep in their gullet.

Legs shaking, Thomas felt himself start to collapse, but several Toxtricity got to him before he could fall properly, easing him into the mass of bodies. Slimy fingers stroked up and down his body as Thomas was soon enveloped in Toxtricity. Bodies slid over him, globules of the Spermatozoa deposited on and around him before bursting to cover him in sensual poke-cum. His member had started to deflate, but the process was somewhat halted as he was grabbed by the legs and pulled against another male. He could feel the girthy member press against his own before a warmth enveloped it. The pile of Toxtricity atop him prevented viewing all but the most immediate area, not that he needed to see what was happening to know the pokemon was forming one of those packets of cum against - no, around - the man’s cock.

Amongst the sloshing of bodies Thomas felt the stiff member pressed against his cock replaced by something far softer. Before he could react the globule was quickly sucked away, taking his semi-erect cock with it into another female’s thirsty passage. As he opened his mouth to sigh, a blue and purple face popped into view above him. It was inverted, but descended upon him all the same, the Toxtricity’s wide and cummy tongue pushing past his lips in a sensual kiss. Surrounded on all sides by sexually charged pokemon brought the man back to full mast in mere minutes, the Toxtricity clamped down on his face allowing him to breath when it felt his throat begin gulping against their tongue.

With Thomas back in action, another Toxtricity found its way to his crotch. Though given the forcefulness required to enter, he had to guess he was balls deep in their arse. Fortunately the natural lubricant coating just about everything in the room was capable enough to make the journey relatively painless for both. Several spikes pressed against his belly as their position changed, the pokemon seeming to sit upright from what Thomas could tell, the blue neck of the Toxtricity attached to his face being the only thing visible to him. After the initial shock of entry was over, the pokemon began grinding atop him, each push back rubbing those rubbery spikes across his belly until the man was hilted once more.

A moan growled its way out of Thomas’ mouth and into his oral partner, who moaned back. His hands tried to reach up and stroke their face, but one was being held in an interlaced grip and was not being let go, while the other - during its ascent through the slippery throng - came to have several fingers lodged inside a female’s passage and was being held in place by a pair of powerful thighs. He smiled, moaning again as his fingers began curling and uncurling against the slick vaginal walls in time with the arse grinding against him. Somewhere in the mess of pokemon he heard a gasp that sounded more like a dropped guitar than an exhalation, but he understood it all the same.

His other hand was slowly pulled through the bodies around it into contact with a hard, oval-shaped protrusion, brushing against it to send reverberations up the man’s arm and into the very core of his being. He immediately recognised what it was and felt for a second and third. With his fingers spread as wide as possible, Thomas began plucking the Toxtricity’s tonal organs.

The strums were barely audible above the din of the others, but as his three-note melody began to take form, some of the others nearby began to repeat it, adding their own flourishes but keeping in time, and in tune. It only took a couple of minutes before suddenly Thomas had the entire pool of Toxtricity performing to his movements, like a cum-hungry orchestra. Feeling mischievous Thomas slid his hand across the Toxtricity’s chest to the other grouping of three raised ovals and began strumming those, changing the key and tempo along with. He was amazed at how the entire group had caught on within a bar of his lewd composition, altering their tone to match.

This became Thomas’ purpose, raising and lowering the tempo slowly as his own mood saw fit. But as he felt the responses of those around him, the tune soon became more than that. He could feel the electricity in the air, and sense when the song needed more punch or pulling it back to give everyone some rest. Those that had bowed out from exhaustion before were soon back in the fray, humping, sucking and sliding around with wanton lust and in perfect rhythm. Even the Toxtricity impaled upon Thomas was synched up to the man’s tempo until its arse began to clench through a substantial orgasm.

As his anal partner pulled away, Thomas redoubled his efforts on the one he was buried knuckle deep within. His fingers thrust into her in time with alternating strums, before pulling out to stroke gently along the pokemon’s slit for several more bars. He once again felt the telltale clench of relief as yet another Toxtricity brought themselves to a peak, and his hand was free to roam through the throng once more. It wasn’t long before it brushed past some similar protrusions to the ones his other hand was experimenting with, and surprising the room, he began to play the Low Key variant alongside the Amped ones melody.

The room filled with a buzz of excitement as Thomas’ melody and bass lines synched up, reverberating through - and amplified by - the writhing throng of Toxtricity surrounding him. As an enterprising mouth gulped his throbbing member down, Thomas knew his climax was approaching fast. He picked up the tempo, pulling out of the 4/4 time signature into a much faster 12/8, slapping his palm across the blue pokemon’s chest on every third pluck of the yellow. The Toxtricity were merely excited before, but after that change THomas had made them frenzied.

The subtle tingle of electricity arced through the room as the group built up to a shared climax. There was little Thomas could do to alter the course of events now, his fingers had pushed them all down this path, now he was just along for the ride. He could feel the energy flow through him, his body tensing and relaxing as his muscles took on the current from the slime around him. It should have made it harder to play, but his fingers seemed almost to be powered by the essence of music churning through him with a barely tolerable voltage.

The Toxtricity between his legs was the one to bring everything to its inevitable conclusion. Their jaw seized up, the man’s cock inhaled deeply as a mad tongue thrashed all around the shaft. Thomas’ hands spasmed in response, crashing through a shredded riff as the entire room buzzed with the cries and electrically charged howls of pure bliss. The man emptied his balls into that hungry mouth as he too joined the choir, body wracked with both electricity and pleasure as sparks cascaded in from the sides of his vision.

And with only a few more notes played, a contented silence befell the room. All that could be heard was the panting and moaning of over a dozen bodies coming down from a joint high, their libido maxed out, and their bodies sore in all the best ways. Thomas fell weak at the knees, sliding deeper into the mess of purple blue and yellow. Moments later, two toxtricity - holding his hands to their respective chests - slidhim across the cum-soaked mass of pokemon towards the door, planting him gently on the edge of the bowl next to Zye. ‘Have fun?’ The familiar voice chimed through the man’s mind.

“Mmmmm…” Thomas moaned, as the Amped Toxtricity left him with a long lick up the inside of his arm. He shuddered from the sensation. “Learn anything?” His inquiry was more directed at Zye’s curiosity regarding these pokemon’s mating habits. But he felt the canid’s reply had a slightly different meaning.

‘Oh, I learned many things tonight.’ Zye licked his lips as he stared into Thomas’ soul. ‘Many. Things.’