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Thomas felt the powerful bluish-purple aura encapsulate him, warming him despite the cool colours as Jeremy spooned him from behind. His contented smile curled into a grin as he realised how his glorious Master was at last larger than him. Zye's taunting of him settling for larger and larger pokemon spiked into his surface thoughts long enough for the man to realise the legendary pokemon was right. He really was falling for the bigger types. And with Mac now the size he was, that meant of his ever-growing cadre all but Zana and Griff outsized him.

He had been sleeping, and hoped upon opening his eyes it would be morning, but seeing the star speckled sky out the porthole brought a frustrated sigh to his lips. He was trying to trick his mind back into slumber when the cabin door squealed open. With Jeremy blocking his view of the rest of the room, he had to manoeuvre awkwardly to gauge the intruder. Peeking over the pink and gold plates, he spied the raised eyebrows of his Mistress, Zana. He nodded respectfully before slumping back down.

“Hmmm, did my little pokeslut have fun without me?" She purred, sashaying over after placing something on the table.

“At my Master's bequest, Mistress." He replied, grinning ear to ear.

“Well, as much as I'd love to leave you in your cute little afterglow, your presence has been requested at the radio." She climbed over Jeremy, waking the Kommo-o from his slumber, before unceremoniously shoving Thomas out of the bed.

“Hey!"

<Hey.> Jeremy, awake enough to know his lover had just been ejected, protested the Domme's move.

“You can get back to it soon, I'll keep your spot warm for you." She said, and surprising the two males in the room, the Zoroark slid herself into the gap left on the bed from Thomas' absence, hauling one of Jeremy's arms over her.

Thomas exhaled loudly. Whatever high his Mistress was on was certainly a boon for him and though he thought she might try to take the spot for herself, chances are she'd just make him spoon her from the other side, which altogether wasn't a bad deal. He slid some clothes on and made his way out into the dimly-lit hallway.

The communications room wasn't far and as he arrived one of the rangers handed over the headset to him, gesturing for him to put it on. He did so and after tapping the mic offered a curious “Hello?"

“Thomas, is that you?" Dr. Colman's voice crackled through some static.

Thomas blinked himself awake to respond “Uh, yeah, sorry, was sleeping."

“What did Jeremy look like when we first spoke?"

“Uh… sorry?" Thomas wasn't expecting riddles so early in the morning.

“Think. When you called me in Cannab, what did Jeremy look like?"

Thomas squinted a little before reaching to a glass of water on the table. He spied the ranger staring at him, prompting Thomas to gesture towards the door with his eyes. The ranger nodded, then left the room. He took a sip, the cool liquid helping to clear his mind. “Uh, well… First, it was Milra we spoke, wasn't it? And he was covered in charcoal from when I-"

“Excellent." Ther doctor interrupted. “And there's nobody there with you?"

“Officer Jenny was, and then you got Proffesor-"

“No, Thomas. Now."

Thomas looked around the room, even checking under the desk he was sitting at. “Uh… no…"

“Thomas, you're in grave danger." Darius Colman spoke fast. “Who did you reveal your identity to after boarding that ship?"

Thomas' mind ran through the events of the last day, trying to remember names. “I… uh, I think it was just the Captain - Bering? - uh, Celia… something, and Erica. Celia's a ranger and Erica was a smuggler on the-"

“Thomas!" Colman whined, the man hearing a facepalm through the static. “Okay, okay, I doubt they'd have let her call anyone unsupervised, so I guess that only leaves a few people…"

“Doctor, what's going on?" Thomas grumbled into the mic after another sip of water. It was too early for him to have to deal with this.

“The only way for the forces that fought you could have arrived so quickly was if someone in the Rangers informed them. Whomever it was is probably still there, and if they manage to call in another strike, you might not get so lucky."

“Well," Thomas groaned, “What do you suggest? I swim to Unova?"

“No." Thomas nodded, worried Colman would suggest it. “You'll swim to Alola."

There was a few seconds of dead air before Thomas spoke up. “Pardon?"

“You mentioned a Gyarados and… Surfs-dale was it?"

“Yeah, but Dusty- I mean, the Surfsdale, he's not really up for water endurance." Thomas thought back to the narrow escape from the S.S. Dianne. “He barely made it an hour before collapsing on the island. The Gyarados is really my only ride out here."

There was an audible sigh from the other end. “Okay, the Gyarados will have to do. If you head almost directly north from your current position, you should reach the Alolan Islands in a little over a day's straight ride. See if you can get ahold of a few potions before you jump ship."

“I could just ask the-"

“Thomas!" Colman interrupted. “Talk to no-one. Not even the captain. If I'm called I'll tell him you couldn't wait for the tow and you went straight to Kanto. Tell no-one, and get out immediately. You are not safe there."

There was a click behind him as the ranger poked his head in to see if Thomas was okay. “Uh, yeah. I'll uh, see you in Kanto." Thomas said plainly, cluing the Doctor in to the extra set of ears. “Have a good one." with that he handed the headset back to him before leaving the room politely. He strode back to his room with the gait of someone who needed desperately to use the bathroom, but not look like they needed to, and once inside closed the door with a soft click.

<Mmmmm, missed you.> Jeremy moaned.

<You too.> Thomas replied nervously.

Zana's head shot up over the Kommo-o's bulk “You what?"

“No time." Thomas blurted, before his Mistress could chide him for his disrespect, he shoved the black coat and a few other garments into the oilskin bag. Spotting two new pokeballs resting on the table, Thomas swiped them into the bag as well before strapping on his leg holsters. “We need to leave. Now."

Jeremy was instantly awake, looking around the room. <What's going on?>

“Spoke to Colman. Says there's a mole on board." Jeremy looked a mixture of angry and scared, but Zana just looked annoyed. “Reckons we jump ship and take Squishy north to Alola under the cover of darkness, rather than wait the week out heading to Johto, or Kanto, or wherever we're off to."

Jeremy nodded. <I have friends in Alola. They can help.>

“Do you really…" Zana groaned sarcastically.

<It's my homeland.> He growled, growing impatient with the attitude.

Thomas put a hand on his lover's shoulder. “We need to go. I'll need Zana out for her illusion, I'm… I'm sorry."

Jeremy nodded, despite his disappointment, he smiled kindly <No, it'll be easier for Squishy if I'm away.> With that Jeremy kissed Thomas passionately, sliding his claws up and down the man's body before pressing his button. Thomas was met with an intense pull on his body, from the very core of his chest and outward to excite every nerve as Jeremy was summoned into the ball. For a split second he wondered if that's what it felt like to be called away like that, but he didn't have time to consider it as a Zoroark claw forcefully grabbed a handful of his arse.

“Okay stud. Let's go." She grumped, a thick leather jacket wrapped around her as she strutted into the hallway. Thomas slung the full duffel over his back before following closely behind his grumpy Mistress.

After closing the captains quarters, the two snuck down to the deck, Thomas requesting they pass by one of the potion caches he'd placed back during the battle. They pocketed over a dozen blue rectangular bottles before sneaking - like he had on the cruise ship - toward the anchor. He'd not considered it still being raised, being that they were at a standstill, but given the depth of the water, he wasn't surprised. Swearing, he chose to lower Zana down using the chain built into his bracer, having her summon Squishy into the deep water, hoping keeping the ball below the surface might dull the light and sound.

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief as not only did Squishy arrive without a splash or screaming his name, but the light didn't seem to alert any guards, Zana working overtime to keep them hidden. Once Zana was perched on the Gyarado's back, Thomas lowered down the Duffel, then scaled down the outside as far as possible before leaping off. Squishy caught him in a whirlpool vortex, lowering him with a splash onto his blue chitinous back. Thomas hugged around Zana to grab Squishy's horns, and with a gentle affirmative tug, the three powered off into the night.

The Zoroark held her illusion up for as long as she felt she needed to, with Thomas hugging her close so she needn't worry about falling off while fuzzy claws massaged her temples. But once a few miles away from the ship, Thomas directed Squishy to slow down a little to reduce his wake, and she was able to relax, cosying her back up against his chest.

“It's a bit chilly out, Mistress." Thomas sighed, enjoying holding her close, but figuring she'd rather be away in her ball than face the brisk air of early morning. “Would you like me to-"

“No need, my gorgeous boy." She moaned, snuggling closer to him. “I am fine as I am."

After several minutes, Thomas' grip on his Mistress slowly pulled across her waist, and given their position, up to just under her breasts. With every subtle rock of the Gyarados' serpentine body, the Zoroark's rear was pressed against Thomas' pelvis, and his hand against her chest. It didn't take long before the two of them began to have a reaction.

“Thomas?" Zana asked, her voice low and purring.

Not being called 'Pet' or 'Slut' pulled the man out of his subservient mindset and into one more akin to the morning back in Sidna. “Yes, My Zana?" He spoke softly, leaning down so his lips were gracing her ears.

She shivered from the proximity of the man's voice, sighing happily. “Mmmm… Hold me closer." Thomas took a moment to get a better grip with the hand holding on to Squishy's horn before adjusting his position on the big blue scale and sliding his arm a little more effectively around her waist, his hand coming up to cup one breast gently. <Mmmmyesss….> She cooed, much to Thomas' amusement.

But the man was not done. Thomas held her close as she'd requested, but also lifted her off of Squishy's neck, and with a bit of a twist brought her around to face him. Relishing in this new position, the Zoroark wrapped her fluffy black legs around Thomas' waist and her arms around his torso as she held on tight. The leather jacket this way was keeping a fair amount of the breeze away, while she could also be chest-to-chest with Thomas, warming her up even more. “Better?" He asked, a tinge of joviality in his voice.

“Much…" Zana sighed, her arms squeezing Thomas firmly. The twilight soon gave way to the blue glow, heralding the inevitable dawn. Zana peeked up over Thomas' shoulder, the container and patrol ships barely a speck on the horizon as Squishy powered through the glass-like body of water. When she nestled back into his neck, Thomas gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“I'm sorry we couldn't have stayed on the Dianne." He sighed, nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek. “It… it meant a lot to me that you have some time to rest and-"

“Thomas." Zana didn't have her usual dominant demeanour up, his name more a sigh on a heavy breath than anything else. “What I want and what is needed… they are two different things." Her mind wandered back to the cave Thomas found her in. It was so much simpler when it was just the two of them. She knew he'd been separated from his other pokemon, she'd seen Griff fly away, leaving the man entirely to herself. Deep down she hoped perhaps this time, she'd found a trainer that understood her. And to Thomas' merit, he did. Something he'd proven time and time again over the - Zana did some quick calculations, rolling her eyes back under tightly closed lids before going wide with realisation - <Two weeks?!>

Thomas flinched a little at the Zoroark's cry, quickly pushing her to arms length in case he'd somehow hurt her unintentionally. “Wha- are you okay?"

“Two. Weeks!" She stated to Thomas. “We've known each other for only two weeks!" At first it was a shock to her that she had become so utterly dependant on the man in such a short period of time, but as Thomas pulled her in close again, heating her up and shushing comfortingly in her ear, she realised more importantly, he'd made this much effort to not just make her happy, but bring her into the fold of his rather unconventional family in those two weeks.

“Doesn't seem like much, does it?" Thomas mused. Initially, he wasn't sure why her having been around for just a fortnight was so astounding. But as he felt her body pressed against his, their bond radiating through him, it finally clicked. Two weeks to go from an unknown old woman in a cave, to sexual partner, to mistress and beyond. He glanced down at the intricate dark metal bracer around his wrist, glinting in the early morning light. With a sigh, he hugged the stunned Zoroark tightly, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Zana?"

The Zoroark shivered with his words. “Thomas?"

“Two weeks isn't much time. To show you how much… to…" His stumbled words and uncooperatively tired brain were silenced by one of her paws upon his cheek, bringing him to face her. Staring into those bright cyan eyes helped connect his heart to his mouth, with a smile and a sigh. “You mean more to me than I can say." He stroked through her wild mane, Zana allowing it with a contented hum.

The happy expression didn't last long however, as Zana's smile turned half-hearted, tucking her muzzle back beneath the man's chin. “But not the most." She thought to Jeremy's transformation from Hakamo-o to Kommo-o, and how absolutely in awe Thomas was of the dragon type once the battle of the SIlent Whismur wound down. She curled up a little smaller in his arms. “Jeremy-"

“Please…" Thomas wrapped his hand through her hair, pulling her head tight against his chest sideways. “Please don't."

“I thought I was going to… I thought the cave was the end. Then you came." <I thought you were the one.> She added, tears welling up and dismissed just as quickly by the fabric of her trainer's shirt.

Thomas knew to a degree she was right. Jeremy was his first, and he'd wade through fire to save the pokemon that saved him from a life half lived. Yet, for Zana, he was her Jeremy. The path out of darkness; both literally and figuratively. But as he held her in his arms, Thomas could see through the harsh exterior she tried to portray, to the scared little Zorua inside. With him and Jeremy, their love flowed both ways. He knew it, and felt it. With Zana… he had been far more passive, accepting her love but reciprocating mostly physically. He thought about how he would feel if Jeremy was still in love with Parker Simons and only Parker Simons; a cold chill rolling through his shoulders and down his spine at the thought.

But she didn't need to be second. He'd made a promise to them back in Bait-Bay, or a little north of it given it happened in the back of the delivery truck. He promised to treat them equally. And he'd been neglectful in that regard. With a determined nod, Thomas' gaze fell upon Zana's crying eye. “Zana…" He waited for her eye to open, looking up at him bloodshot and full of disappointment. “Zana, remember those visions with Zye?" She nodded, expression changing to curiosity. “Remember the colours?" She closed her eyes to think about it, but nodded again. “I can see them."

Big cyan eyes shot open, staring up at Thomas, their blue matching the intensity of the approaching sunrise. “Without… Zye?"

Thomas nodded. The Audino's words echoed through his mind, but if he was going to have a fair relationship between his Master and Mistress, she needed to know. “I want to show you something." He concentrated hard, focusing on the Zoroark in his arms, honing in on the warmth flowing from her into him and back. And sure enough, after finding the right angle he was staring at a dark blue blob, sparkling with the occasional purple and dark yellow flashes. “I know you can't see it, but I'm looking at your colours now."

Zana looked at herself, a little disappointed she couldn't see them as well. “You said… you wanted to show me? What?"

Thomas pulled her body a little more upright, bringing her muzzle close to his face. The purple flashes grew brighter as he turned the Zoroark to face him. “I know how much you don't want Zye using his abilities to alter pokemon's minds." It was the yellows that were building in intensity after those words, but Thomas pressed on. “Jeremy and I share a connection, artificially strengthened by Zye upon our meeting. I…" He exhaled, trying to word what he wanted to say as best as possible “I want to do the same for you."

“You what?" Zana's eyes were wide, glancing around the empty ocean as though to find something to focus on other than the statement from the trainer holding her. “I-I…"

“It's not altering your colours in any way." He tried to reassure his Mistress, but she didn't seem convinced. “Jeremy can 'feel' me - kinda - and I him. And… and I want the same for you." Zana's expression turned to one of concern, occasionally glancing up into Thomas' eyes before looking away. He leaned in close, holding Zana tight. “You're more than my mistress, more than my friend." He kissed her ear, hugging her firmly while rocking back and forth. “We were meant to meet in that cave, not forced together by an ancient mind, just fate."

“What does it mean though?" Zana all but whimpered. “To 'feel' you?"

Thomas loosened his hug enough to look back into Zana's eyes. “Want to find out?"

Zana took several deep breaths, her blue haze punctuated by ever increasing flashes of purple and yellow, her love and fear fighting for dominance. But as she gulped, purple had won out. She nodded, waiting for whatever Thomas thought he was capable of.

Thomas patted Squishy. “Hey mate, stop for a sec, okay?" The Gyarados did as he was asked, though not without a confused grunt. He withdrew one of the Max potions from his pack and gave the water type a thorough dose of its contents. He playfully gave Zana's mane a quick spray as well before pocketing the empty bottle.

Holding the Zoroark a little further away so he could distinguish the blue strand from the rest of her colourful aura, Thomas took a deep breath and placed his fingers on the strand. He saw how Zye had done it before, and he could feel under the intense stress of the Malamar fight how it was supposed to work. And after a minute of finding the right way to touch it, everything suddenly just worked.

Zana lost her breath as a wave of bright greens and purples cascaded against her. She turned to Thomas to scold him for the blatant mind-manipulation but as she stared, she could feel the energy radiating out from him not to alter her on purpose, but like water pouring from a floodgate. Given her silent gasps, Thomas rightfully assumed the process was working. He could see the green and purple glow twisting along their blue connection pushing into her dark blue fog of apathy like a tree's roots would reach into fertile soil. “Zana… My Zana…" He wiped a tear from her cheek “This is me."

The constant flow of selfless love pouring out of Thomas broke through Zana's barriers and filled her with a kind of energy she'd not felt in a very long time. “T-Thomas… you… you…"

“Tell me to stop, and I will." He interjected, the dramatic reaction not what he'd planned. But Zana shook her head.

“How… how can you…" She pulled herself up to weep upon his shoulder. “After everything. After all… this!" She flung her arms out to the horizon, looking around. Thomas prepared for a reaming, looking sheepish as the colours around him faded. But the chiding didn't come. Instead, after a bit of a pause, Zana wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “How can you still… after all this… still be so… positive… so… you!"

Thomas laughed, curling Zana up into his embrace. He tapped Squishy's horn, signalling for the pokemon to continue their trek, reinvigorated from the potion. After a minute of silence, he spoke up. “You reached out and found me in the darkness. Always just you, reaching out to me." He put a bit of pressure on her lower back, forcing the Zoroark to look up at him, into his eyes. “And looking back I can see that. And I'm… ashamed, that I wasn't… more." Zana opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced by a pecked kiss upon her nose. “But from now on, it goes both ways."

“I'm not trying to be Jeremy-" Zana started, but Thomas was quick to cut her off.

“And I don't want you to be.' Zana looked like she'd been scolded. Thomas placed his free hand on her shoulder, pushing her just far enough apart that his nose brushed against hers with the Gyarados' movements. “I want you to be my Zana. My Mistress, my friend. You." He pushed forward, placing his lips on hers, sliding the hand on her shoulder around her back to hold the Zoroark against him. His contented sigh met hers across their tongues as they lost themselves to passion.

Zana could feel Thomas' building arousal, but not purely in the physical sense. She could feel every tensed muscle, every thump of his heartbeat as though it were her own. This link was truly a godsend, and believing this was what Thomas' link with Jeremy had felt like for the last month, she understood why he was so enamoured with the Kommo-o. She wondered if Carmen shared this bond as well, given how early on he'd bed her, or whether the main tether was previously just to Jeremy.

But as Thomas' aura mingled with the Zoroarks, he realised perhaps he'd gone too far. He could feel the pokemon's wonder, her moods, almost as though he were able to read her thoughts. This had become far more than his connection with Jeremy, the tether was too strong. He felt desire and focus around his midsection just a moment before he felt her paw there, sliding lower to his engorged manhood. He felt the burning need within as she pulled him free and positioned herself above. And then with a well timed buck from Squishy, he was inside.

The two froze, intense stimulation firing between them like a feedback loop. Thomas shuddered from the sensation of Zana's tight passage clamping down on him, feeding the throbs of pleasure winding through her causing her muscles to clamp down tighter. Within a moment that felt like an eternity, the chaotic mess had transformed into a rapidly pulsing ripple of muscle milking the trainer's member for all it was worth.

And barely a second later, they came. Their climaxes were so immediate that their bodies were unable to keep up. Thomas' sight immediately filled with golden flecks, colours bursting between each microscopic glimmer as he used every ounce of his willpower to keep a hold of both pokemon. His member did nought but throb, the blood pressure inside feeling like it was being increased to bursting, which when combined with Zana's climactic squeezing straddled the border between intense pleasure and overbearing pain.

The Zoroark's vision wasn't faring much better, the bright light of dawn blurring everything around her as streaks of white dashed from the outside in. Like tunnel vision, all she could see was the orgasmic face of her lover as he tried to come to grips with their intense coupling. However, it didn't take long before Zana realised that while they had both 'come', Thomas had not 'cum'. And neither had taken a breath for a particularly long time.

Both realising the need for oxygen simultaneously, they gasped; inhaling deeply. Zana relaxed her hold on the man just enough to take in a lungful before crashing her forehead against his chest. <FUCK!> She moaned, causing a sideways glance from the Gyarados. “Wh- what the fuck… was that?" She panted, her eyesight slowly returning to normal.

“I… I don't know." Thomas admitted, getting his mind back from cloud nine piece by piece.

Zana blinked “That's not happened… before?" Thomas shook his head in amazement. The Zoroark grinned widely, finally something she'd managed that Jeremy hadn't. “Want… to do it… again?" Thomas nodded before lifting her head to plant a kiss on her muzzle. It wasn't frenzied or full of tongue, but the pressure and the softly moaned sigh of need made it the most passionate kiss she'd ever received.

It was on.

Zana's legs tightened around Thomas' waist, thrusting him as deep as possible within the pokemon's snatch. She groaned at the man's length, swearing he'd grown larger since their last pairing which was all the more impressive given how thoroughly Zye had stretched her out. Her thin tongue drew itself up the side of Thomas' neck as one claw curled against the small of his back. The other claws combed through his salt-water infused hair, teasing him with their pressure enough to cause a full body shudder to roll through the man.

Thomas moaned back his lust into Zana's ear as she played with him. But unlike their usual clearly defined sexual heirarchy, he felt no need to keep his thoughts and feelings hidden for pure decorum. His free hand did its own wandering, her legs gripping tight enough to keep her from falling overboard. Fingers brushed through Zana's windswept mane as they traced spirals down her spine. Upon reaching her well groomed tail he gently wrapped his hand around its base.

Every trainer knew that a vertebrate pokemon's spinal cord is directly linked to their tail, so pulling the tail was akin to wrenching a person's neck. Unpleasant all round. But as he gripped it tight, he could feel Zana's body react intensely. A gasp turned quickly to a moan as he gently kneaded the tight muscles, and soon he felt her hot panted breath against his jaw. It was a risky move to grab the Zoroark's tail, but as her lust-filled eyes glazed over staring up at him, Thomas felt it had paid off.

However it wasn't just the lover's driving each other to new heights. As Squishy's body wound across the waves, the motion caused the two to gyrate against each other in a regular cycle; Zana being lifted ever so slightly off of the man's cock before being lowered back down, pressing the top of his shaft against her clit in undulating waves of pleasure. The motion was only part of the sensation, knowing Squishy's regular and rhythmic movements were out of their control made it all the more exhilarating.

The two could feel their sensual crescendo returning quickly, though better prepared this time around, Thomas felt his balls twitch with need. They groaned into each other's ears, the feedback loop of sensual bliss building up once more. Thomas knew he didn't have long, and he knew he would regret it if he didn't take the jab. So with a wicked grin, he growled “What do you want?"

Zana, lost in her quickly approaching orgasm moaned whorishly “Thomaaaasss…"

And with that, the two rode over the edge of bliss into the sparkly white void.

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It had taken two days of travel, but a passing wingull clued Thomas in to a nearby landmass. Squishy had been powering through for the vast majority of the trip, though the man had brought Dusty out on a couple of occasions to trot slowly while the Gyarados dove down to feed on the Basculin deep below.

Zana had practically fainted after their coupling, the man zapping her away with a contented smile and a belly full of his seed. He'd ridden alone with Squishy the rest of the day, lightening the Gyarados' burden as much as possible. They'd had a mostly one sided conversation, Thomas talking about his relationship with Jeremy and Zana, feeling as though he could open up to Squishy more readily than the others, as strange as it seemed.

In the process he'd learned of the Gyarados' feelings towards Carmen. While a magikarp, she had been this near-mythical figure, believing she was leading him to greatness with a devout purpose. And having fulfilled his chosen task, he was then free to revel in her company. A revelry that had begun to turn physical. While Thomas felt the pokemon was trying to assure him nothing had happened - it's hard to understand tone when the words you're attempting to focus on are your own name - he could see from the time they were spending together before their mad escape from the S.S. Dianne how much Squishy meant to his Goodra companion and vice versa.

He thought back to the Owlra gym, and the Druddigon that couldn't quite go the distance. This Gyarados was everything that Pokemon was not. He was absolutely devoted to Carmen, and time and again proved he was willing and able to go as far as was necessary and beyond to get the job done. Thomas hadn't seen the faux-dragon's equipment, but given his size, he was sure to be in the right ballpark for his larger than life friend. Without giving a specific reason, Thomas made sure Squishy knew he had his blessing, though reinforced the notion that the choice was up to Carmen herself.

As night fell on the first day of their travels, Thomas was struggling to stay perched atop Squishy's back. He asked if it was okay to bring someone out to hold on to him while he slept, and at the mention of Carmen's name, Squishy was onboard. The Goodra was able to hold onto both Thomas and Squishy with ease thanks to being the team's resident glue factory. They remained quiet enough to allow the man his much needed rest, though he woke to their gentle conversation more than once through the night before almost immediately falling back to sleep.

Come the next day Thomas asked if it would be better for the Gyarados if his load was once more reduced to one passenger, but he refused, Carmen informing the man that Squishy was more happy with her out than not. They spent the rest of the day mostly in silence, with Carmen happily listening to her CD and Thomas looking through registered moves by type in the pokedex, making lists of what his team could learn - if they didn't know them already - in the hopes of having a group that could take on any threat that came their way.

When the Wingull began doing loops of the exhausted Gyarados, Thomas sent Griff up to better ascertain their new bearing. He indicated a series of islands to the northeast, so Squishy redirected towards the closest one. And come sunset they arrived.

Thomas looked around. Not a thug in sight. No lights at all, in fact. With the Gyarados never happier to see dry land, Thomas gave Squishy a spritz of potion and a full packs worth of the oranberry treats, Carmen grabbing her own to munch on. Griff landed next to Thomas, happy to have spread his wings for the last hour or so and gave him a big hug. However the beeping of the noivern's ball brought about a mild panic as the location of Griff's medicine pack became an issue. Unable to find the pills, Thomas was forced to use the Emergency stash. Then with a soft hug, Thomas dismissed the Noivern. He made a mental note that if a fight were to break out, Griff would have to be an absolute last resort.

Carmen and Squishy - with food in their bellies and rejuvenated by the potion - took off back into the surf to do a celebratory lap of the island. But within a minute of his pokemon's departure, the rustle of a palm tree brought Thomas to a wary stance. Then as another moved, and another, the man soon had his hands on his pokeballs, unsure of what he was facing. Then one of the trees turned to look at him. His arm held up defensively, as soon as it shifted into position his pokedex sounded off “Exeggutor. Grass-Dragon type." Thomas looked from the pokedex to the pokemon it was scanning, thankful he'd turned it to 'Headphone mode' while researching moves, pairing it with his implant. “Each of its heads has its own will. They use telepathy to discuss their plans before coming to a joint decision. Alolan Variant. As it grew taller and taller, it outgrew its reliance on psychic powers, while within it awakened the power of the sleeping dragon."

Thomas looked to the plume of water passing just out of sight around some rocks, wishing he'd not let those two leave him alone in this situation. He reached down to Jeremy's ball, hoping to summon the Kommo-o for translation purposes. But the Exeggutor reacted quite negatively, growling with multiple angry faces staring down from on high. “Okay… Let's all just be calm, we're not here to cause trouble." He offered shakily.

One of the long-necked Exeggutor glowered down at the puny human. <Trainers always cause trouble.>

Thomas could tell the tone wasn't friendly, and knew he would be on the back foot of this conversation. “So, it seems like I've ended up somewhere I'm not wanted." He mused out loud in as calm a voice as possible given the situation.

<You have.> <Yes> <Stupid Trainer> Calls resonated across the beach as Thomas realised exactly how outnumbered he was.

“We've just travelled for days." He pleaded his case, “My pokemon are tired, and I don't want to force them on without rest. I just…" He sighed, exhausted and still able to feel the Gyarados' chitinous neck against his slightly numb cheeks “Please, let them have just a night of rest. Please?" Several Exeggutor turned to face each other, grumpily chattering between them as they seemed to consider Thomas' plight.

<WHEEEEEE!!!> Carmen squealed as Squishy tore around the edge of the island at full speed, a flare of white water rocketing up behind them as they enjoyed the freedom. But when Carmen spotted her surrounded trainer, she indicated for the Gyarados to return to shore. Thomas and the Exeggutor all stared wide eyed as the larger than life Goodra rode majestically up onto the sand, the nigh-incandescent orange and purple clouds behind her adding to the glory of her 'surfing' on a Gyarados. She dismounted with a thud, striding over to give Thomas a huge hug from behind. “Miss me?"

The assorted wild pokemon stared in shock at the Goodra's spoken words. “You have no idea." Thomas smiled up at her cutely looming face, squeezing her hand as it came to rest on his shoulder. “Folks, this is Carmen." He said, indicating his Goodra companion “And… Squishy-"

“THOMAAAAS!" The Gyarados yelled from the sand. <What's going on?>

<This island is off limits to his kind.> The nearest Exeggutor growled, though a little calmer than when it was just Thomas there.

Thomas looked to Carmen for understanding and she sighed. “They say, you are not okay. To stay." She turned to the tree-like pokemon and pleaded their case. <We've just spent days on the ocean running away from all these horrible people.> The Exeggutors all just nodded in agreement that people are horrible. But Carmen pressed on. <Thomas is my trainer, and he has done so much to keep us safe.>

<He is AMAZING!> Squishy piped up, causing everyone - including Thomas - to stare at him. <He fought off hundreds of smugglers and he led an army of pokemon and he fought a really bad man - AND WON!> All Thomas could hear was his name screamed excitedly for several minutes, but he could tell the Gyarados was attempting to plead his case. <And he's the one chosen by the little green God to bring balance back to the WORLD!>

The Exeggutor looked from Squishy to Thomas and back, unsure of how to take that particular info dump. But as Carmen cleared her throat, they all turned back to face her, hoping she might make sense of the Gyarados' ramblings. <It's true.> The wild pokemon were even more confused. <Thomas has made friends with a very powerful… being. It wants to help all pokemon, and Thomas wants to help it. We've travelled so very far and on the way we've fought all sorts of mean people, but Thomas has always put us first.> She gestured to herself and the balls on Thomas' hips. <We are in Alola, yes?>

<This island is one of many in Alola.> one of the other Exeggutor spoke up.

“We're in Alola!" Carmen bounced up and down happily as she hugged Thomas, who shared her enthusiasm but still had his eyes on the sunset-lit gang of annoyed pokemon. Calming down she turned back to the islands inhabitants. <We only need to rest a night. Tomorrow we will leave for the other islands. But my… Squishy.> She blushed a little, turning to the Gyarados <Has been swimming for two days straight. Will you let us rest? Please?> To Thomas' surprise, Carmen somehow managed to make her eyes bigger and sadder, like a growlithe begging for scraps from the table.

The Exeggutor growled as they talked amongst themselves before coming to a consensus. <Fine. You three may stay the night. But no more.> They gestured to Thomas' pokeballs. <They stay hidden.>

Carmen relayed the news to her trainer and friend. “Thank you so much! We'll be gone in the morning, I promise. You'll barely notice we were here." Thomas sighed, collapsing to his knees on the sand as the palm-tree pokemon wandered back to where they'd been relaxing just a few minutes earlier. “I don't know what I'd do without you." He chuckled, patting the large purple leg next to him.

<Sli?> Thomas was confused for a moment, not having heard that pitch or word since back in Owlra. He blinked in the bright red light of sunset as he sought the source of the noise. <Sliggoo?> A pair of green eyes reflected the sunset's light from the bushes, before the purple head it was attached to poked all the way out. Thomas looked up to Carmen who was staring in awe.

<Hello…> She cooed kindly. <you can come out, we're not going to hurt you.> The Sliggoo slid out from cover, followed by another couple of it's kin and a few Goomy in tow.

<You're new!> One of them said, beaming happily. <We never meet new us'.> one of them wandered over to Thomas, who prodded him with a stick. He was not particularly amused, but kept a smile on for the sake of politeness, and the curious gaze did look pretty cute.

<I'm from very far away.> Carmen said, splatting some goo on top of one of the Sliggoo's heads in what Thomas assumed to be the Goodra equivalent of tousling their hair. <I wasn't expecting to meet you all here.> Thomas smiled, Carmen was beaming with happiness as she showed the troupe of purple and green pokemon Squishy, going so far as to allow him to take some of the braver ones on a quick ride into the waves and back. The joy of meeting others of her kind turned to a different kind of joy as she gazed at her Squishy, and Thomas couldn't help but think back to what he'd talked to the Gyarados about earlier.

“Have you two talked about it?" It took a moment for Carmen to register the man's words, but she eventually turned to look at him with a somewhat confused expression. Thomas took her hand in his, then placed them both on her belly. “We said this one was ours, but the next one…"

Realisation hit the Goodra, and with a gulp and a deep breath she confided in her trainer, her lover… her friend. “I am… not sure. What if he… we?" She gulped again.

“There's only one way to find out." Thomas slid an arm around her waist, holding her close to him in a sideways hug as they watched the plume of neon orange weave left and right, the sunset catching Squishy's efforts as he entertained the young ones. “He'd make a great dad." Thomas looked up to Carmen's big green eyes. “And he thinks the world of you."

“Are… are you okay though?" Carmen asked, a tinge of sadness in her voice. “I'm… 'your' Carmen."

Thomas sighed, his smile tinged with sadness at the implications. “Carmen. You glorious goodra." He squeezed her body against his. “You'll always be special to me, and I will always want another night with you. What happens to us is entirely up to you, and him." Thomas gestured to the incoming Gyarados. Squishy beached himself, allowing the assorted pokemon off his back, Thomas just now noticing the several Exeggute being pried off the blue pokemon's scales, having been adhered by Sliggoo goo. It didn't take long before all the smiling ovoids were placed back in the underbrush.

<Come!> One of the Sligoo waved the trio of visitors towards a rocky path adjacent to the cliff face. Thomas looked to his pokemon and shrugged, following behind them as they made their way around to the northeastern bluff. Thomas had to be careful along the narrow path, though much more so for the wider Carmen. Squishy however seemed to essentially levitate his way around, a fact that Thomas continued to be stunned by. But they needn't have worried for it was only a short distance before they found a tunnel barely wide enough to enter.

When Squishy was no longer in a position to block the tunnel ahead, Thomas was astounded by what he saw. A cavern that must have easily been half the size of the island itself stretched out before him, with maybe a dozen Sliggoo, and double that in Goomy. They all seemed quite curious as to the three strangers, but only some were brave enough to approach. Thomas was barely able to see, having to go by the subtle blue glow of the algae in the water, and green glow of the lichen overhead.

Carmen was absolutely in her element. She sat and told stories to the many wide-eyed pokemon gathered around, revelling in their reactions to her adventures with each shocking fact or heroic escape. Thomas could tell when Squishy entered the story from the excitable puppy-like tippy-taps from the 20-foot pokemon, causing reverberations in the space that had the man staring nervously at the cavern's ceiling, and pondering its structural integrity.

Eventually the night wound down, with the pokemon excited at meeting the new arrivals quickly exhausted by that same excitement and seeking their own little sleeping nooks scattered throughout the cave. Having apparently gotten an answer from one of the sliggoo for a question Thomas couldn't identify from tone alone, Carmen took Thomas by the hand and waved for Squishy to follow. She led the pair through yet more narrow gaps until they came out into a rock pool fed from a small waterfall-like spring above. Carmen's excitement was palpable as she pointed for Thomas to go to the water.

Placing his pack down against the cave wall, Thomas approached the pool and slipped a hand in. His eyes went wide with curiosity as he pulled his hand out of the liquid, a subtle sheen to it as a thin strand of goo traced back to the water. “Is this a place where Sliggoo bathe?" He asked, both mystified and excited by the find.

Carmen nodded. “That is good water, good for our skin." She mimed washing herself. “Good for you too." She pointed to Thomas, then Squishy. “And you." Thomas got the hint before the Gyarados and was quick to disrobe. He was not going to give up the opportunity for a Goodra-bath. But his initial assumption was nowhere near as literal as he thought it would be. As soon as his clothes were neatly stacked on a waist-high outcrop, he was bodily yanked off the ground into a wonderfully warm hug.

He got only a moments glance up at his gorgeous Carmen before a big pink Goodra tongue slathered his face in affection. Chuckling at the ticklishness of it, he fought back playfully against the muscle, but Carmen was quite happy to see him writhing around in her grip. It didn't take long before his arousal began to form, and as soon as she was made aware of it, Carmen made sure to give it due attention. Thomas moaned in staccato breaths as the numbness of his two-day ride was replaced by the sensual slickness of Carmen's tongue. With a shiver, he fell limp in the goodra's arms, giving her free reign to do whatever she wished.

Squishy soon understood the purpose of his friend's antics, and dipped himself into the water while waiting his turn. But Thomas could see in his eyes a tinge of sadness. Following the man's gaze, Carmen was quick to notice the Gyarados' expression before he could change it. Giving Thomas one last big slurp, she placed him in the water before wading over to her big blue boy. <If you want to be part of my life in this way, you have to understand.> She gulped, looking to the elated, floating form of Thomas. <I am his. I would really like to be yours too, but Thomas is my Trainer, I wouldn't be here without him.>

Thomas smiled at the two, oblivious to the content of their conversation; though given the occasional stare in his direction, he could guess at the context. <You mean it? You would allow me to-> Squishy's words were cut short by a playful slap across his nose from a nubbly purple hand, a thin trail of blackberry tasting slime rolling over his lips.

<You are as much a saviour to Thomas as he is to me!> Carmen stated, her tone still playful but harbouring a seriousness that spoke to the truth of her words. <You have more than proven yourself to me…> Carmen blinked, a strangely curious expression crossing her face.

Both Thomas and Squishy noticed the change, but it was the man who managed to get the question out first. “Carmen, are you okay?"

The look of confusion turned to one of shocked understanding. “Egg…" She gasped, feeling her stomach.

It took a moment for Thomas to make the connection, and when he did his eyes went wide as did his goofy grin. Squishy opened his mouth - expression still puzzled - but Thomas beat him to it, giving the Gyarados the short version. “Back in Owlra I was given an egg." 'A drastic oversimplification' Thomas thought to himself, but pushed ahead. “With all the danger we'd been in, Carmen wanted to make sure it was somewhere safe. So…"

Several seconds passed before the pokemon absorbed that nugget of information, and when he did, he swam circles around the other two so fast it became hard for the man to remain upright. <You're gonna be a mother! You're gonna be a father!> Squishy wailed happily as he wrapped the two up in a big serpentine hug.

<It's just…> Carmen managed to pant out after being released from the tight squeeze <It's… too…> She looked to Thomas. “Too far… inside… too deep."

The words brought a concerned stare to Thomas' face. “I could try reaching in…" He offered, but she shook her head, remembering how far Thomas had to push it in to get it to stay put. He chuckled nervously. “We could try… another way?" He placed a hand on her belly before sliding it around her side, pulling her to him in the waist high water.

Carmen's unease slowly lifted as she felt her wonderful trainer press his body against her, skin to skin. She nodded, unsure it would work, but perhaps her climax might do it's fair share of knocking the orb loose. Thomas shifted around Carmen, leading her to the shallow water beneath the waterfall. Squishy looked on out of curiosity, hoping Thomas might clue him in on how to please the Goodra for when she allowed him.

Thomas smiled up at Carmen, laughing a little as he rolled his eyes at his own intense arousal. “Not sure how long I'll last, given that wonderful tongue bath you gave me." raised a hand to stroke Carmen's cheek.

But the Goodra wasn't about to call it quits, if Thomas required a quickie before taking her properly, he'd get it. She leaned back, her head and arms outstretched into the water. Almost instantly the room was filled with the scent of Blukberry as her slime production went into overdrive. It looked almost like greenish blobs of sweat forming along pores nearly an inch apart across her entire body, growing to almost the size of a marble before leaking down into the water below. Soon Thomas was knee deep in a foamy slime, which Squishy had managed to swipe some of to coat his own body, seemingly revelling in the texture.

Before Thomas could think too hard about the Gyarados' particular love of slime, he was once more assaulted by a particularly hungry tongue. Carmen drew up through the foam to slather it across the man's legs, and up his torso. He opened his arms out for her to take him, and she did in an instant. Her stubby arms managed to grasp Thomas tight enough that when she slipped onto her back, he was held in place above her. She didn't leave him hanging for long, as Thomas was gently lowered onto her sizeable belly, just beneath the fresh water pouring down from above. With each lick, her moisturising slime was applied like a lacquer across his body, only for seconds later for it to be washed off by the relaxingly warm water.

Carmen picked up the space with her tongue as another rumble reverberated from within her belly. She swiped her rubbery muscle across every inch of Thomas' body, paying special attention to every little twitch and muffled sigh. And to him, it felt like nothing else. Each drag of her tongue was exquisite, he could feel the love and care in every sensual caress. But not just that, she could read him so well, knew how to build him up, push him to the edge quickly without being overstimulating. And he was very, very close to that edge.

Carmen, sensing the tenseness in his voice with drew her tongue long enough to speak. “Cum." Without hesitation, she leaned her head forward, sucking Thomas' cock into her slimy maw to suck hard. Had it been any other time, any other pokemon, Thomas doubted he'd have enjoyed that particular sensation. His cock felt like it was in a slick vice, the only reason it was staying in place and not popping out was the intense suction he could feel on the other end. He could hold back no more. But as he tensed, his cock pulsing into the Goodra's mouth, the release did not come. The tingling sensation of a climax was creeping in through his limbs, but Carmen had such a firm grip on his member, she was preventing anything from coming out. Her tongue slipping out to put further pressure at the base of his cock was evidence of her act, though the cheeky glare focused on his reddening face said it all.

Thomas ran a hand across Carmen's forehead to play with the base of her antennae, and that broke her suction with a contented purr. But despite being free to paint her throat with his seed, there was no pressure behind it to do so. His physical climax abated for now, Thomas was allowed to slip free of Carmen's jaws, sliding off her to splash into the slimy waters below.

Had he not been put through the rigorous sexual appetites of several dozen Pokemon, Thomas would have stayed on his hands and knees for minutes, maybe even hours. Had he not had the self control to out-seduce a Malamar, or keep pace with a sexually charged Zoroark, Thomas may have lacked the willpower to continue. Had his deep love for pokemon - a love that had existed for years before he even met the Zygarde - not been nursed and nurtured by the intimate relations of those he was honoured to call his new family, Thomas may have been content to just be sated himself.

But Thomas was more than that. With a deep breath, he rocked back onto his haunches before standing. He took a deep breath and moved to situate himself between Carmen's legs, wrapping his arms around her knees before pulling her towards him. She yelped in surprise at Thomas' ability to so easily manoeuvre her, even in the slimy waters. She was a big girl to say the least and it was easy to forget that while Thomas looked a little scrawny when they first met, he was exceptionally fit after over a month of near constant hiking and fighting. She sighed as he rolled her backwards a little, feeling his still hard member press against her needy opening.

“Carmen?" Thomas half-moaned as he pressed just the tip of his human tool within her slippery snatch. She looked around her bulk to stare at him with loving green eyes. Thomas gently rubbed along her thighs, his fingers making little swirls against her skin, leaving trails in her slime as they went. “No matter what happens next, I love you. My gorgeous Goodra." In a swift thrust, Thomas impaled Carmen on his cock.

As with everything to do with Carmen - from her desire to speak, to the skill of her tongue, to the obsession she had with altering her slime's properties - the Goodra was unquestionably unique. And as Thomas shuddered - hilted within the purple pokemon - he marvelled at how once again she was proving to be entirely in her own league. He thought back to the night he'd given her the egg, and how easily he was able to fit his arm inside her. Then he flashed forward to when they had finally managed some alone time in Wooloobell and he'd entered her properly. Of all the pokemon before and since, Carmen had easily the softest, most luxurious sex. It was like a liquid velvet sleeve perfectly sized for his manhood had descended upon it, gracing his nerves with whispered sensual promises.

Thomas throbbed with need, the subtle thrusts of his hips in time with the blood pumping through his body cleared his fogged up mind just enough to remind him of why he was there. Thomas tightened his grip on her legs - hoping to not need her help at least for a while - and began thrusting. Every gentle stroke outward was paid for by a hard slam in, his member nowhere near large enough to bottom out within her despite it's impressive size for a human. He picked up the pace, with each successive slap of his hips against hers, until he felt like a well oiled fuck machine.

Carmen was ecstatic. For her it wasn't the man's size, it was entirely in his attitude. When he had fisted her to earth shattering climax barely a day after evolving from her much smaller form, she thought she'd never be sated by him in the same way as before. But their coupling in Wooloobell was magical. His words, her words, the sensuality of it all; it drove her to new heights and opened her mind to what truly coupling with someone should be. The Druddigon was large, and should have been large enough to satisfy her. But that endowment was coupled with a truly bland personality, an uncaring and selfish mind that sought only it's own pleasure.

Not like Thomas. He'd always made sure she got the care he felt she deserved, never left her wanting more, and always gave her a kiss. She knew her slime wasn't palatable, which is why she jumped at the chance to give it flavour. Humans despised the goo that made her who she was. But Thomas loved it. He accepted her from head to toe. Even if she was 'too big' for him. Even if she was covered in slime. Even though she was a pokemon, and not a human. She felt his love - physical and emotional - doted on her every time she was in his presence, and it was that intensity that was being used to pleasure her now.

Thomas' thrusts were hard and fast, his cock like a jackhammer in a pool of jelly. Every slap brought about a subtle ripple spreading outwards across her skin. The sight was truly magnificent, and was bringing them both close to their respective climaxes. But as much as the man wanted to release himself inside his lover, he knew it was not the purpose of their coupling. He knew it had to be her writhing and spasming. And he aimed to ensure that. He slid an arm out from under Carmen's knee, and held it out, offering for her to take his hand. A little confused, she did so. Initially her hand slipped free thanks to the slime, but the second time around she forced her goo to grow more viscous, adhering the lovers with a firm grip.

His angle perfected, and his posture anchored, Thomas then readied himself for the final stretch. “You're going to cum for me Carmen." He all but growled, sending shivers through both the Goodra and Gyarados' bodies as he brought himself out to the tip. “You're going to cum hard enough to shift that egg. Our egg. Okay?" She nodded, then gasped as with his free hand, Thomas firmly grabbed the upper part of her pussy lips. Four fingers slid into her passage easily as he gripped her golfball-sized clit in his upward-facing palm and squeezed gently.

“Thomas?" She panted, sending flurries of pride and love fluttering through the man's heart. Then with a low groan that caused the cavern to vibrate she added “Cum. In. Me."

Thomas drove himself in deep, unable to hold back after such a request. Carmen shuddered more violently at that, her body feeling Thomas' hips slap against her, his member deep inside while he powerfully kneaded her sensitive nub. It was next to no time when Thomas was made aware of his lover's climax, her passage tightening in rhythmic pulses as he pushed her harder and harder. Big purple feet splashed against the foamy slime as Carmen was thrown into a deep rumbling orgasm.

He couldn't hold back any longer. His wonderfully sensual Goodra was thrashing her way through ecstasy around him, her passage almost too tight for him to continue squeezing her as he had been. But not feeling an egg released, Thomas kept pushing his own limits until “Fu-uuuck…" It had become too much. Stumpy purple legs swept up through the slime to wrap around his thighs as the first blast of his seed painted her luxurious insides.

The world went sparkly as Thomas bucked into Carmen with desperate need. He slipped his hand out to wrap around her waist, gaining him another couple inches depth now his knuckles were no longer in the way with the side advantage of allowing him to fully embrace his lover.

For several minutes the two remained locked in their embrace before an unhappy sigh alerted Thomas to Carmen's continued predicament. He pat her lovingly, shushing as he felt the sigh turn to a whimper. “Hey… hey, it's okay my gorgeous goodra, it's okay." Thomas rested his head upon her belly, his eyes focusing on something that wasn't purple for the first time in what felt like forever. And boy what a sight he saw.

Curled up in astonishment a dozen feet away was the bulk of Squishy, nursing not one but two particularly large and magikarp-orange phalluses. They were shaped almost like elongated magikarp as well, with a narrow base rounding out to a thicker body before coming to an almost abrupt end just past that curve. Along the top and bottom of each cock was a small fleshy set of spikes in a lighter - almost yellow - shade, Thomas assuming they'd hold a similar purpose to that of the more feline spikes he'd come across.

A smile spread across the man's face as a plan formed. “Carmen, my dear Carmen." He pat the Goodra on her hip to get her attention, met moments later by a solemn purple face poking up form behind her bulk. “We tried it my way," He rubbed her belly, smiling “now let's try it his…" Carmen looked over to where Thomas had turned his gaze and was met with the obscenely tantalising sight of the Gyarados proudly displaying his junk. Thomas felt the goo on his hand slowly dissolve, allowing him his freedom as she turned in place, presenting herself to the massive serpentine faux-dragon.

Once Thomas was clear from the immediate vicinity, Squishy wound his way in; reared up so the other two could marvel at his manhood in some sort of mating display Thomas was unfamiliar with, but somewhat intrigued to witness. He assumed it wouldn't be everyday a human would be allowed to see such a thing. When the Gyarados' massive head finally came down it did so upon Carmen's belly, where it was quickly grabbed by both her hands and brought up into a passionate kiss.

Eyebrows shot up as Thomas witnessed what almost looked like Squishy attempting to inhale Carmen from the neck up, though she managed to hold the Gyarados in place well enough that only their massive tongues duelled into their throats. It was viscerally erotic watching the pairs passionate display, the slurps and squelchs of their messiness rising above the constant din of the mini waterfall. With each lustful thrust of his tongue into Carmen's massive pink maw, Squishy's orange hemipene crept closer and closer to the Goodra's glistening passage.

And then, with a hunch in his form and a rumbling grunt, the Gyarados hilted one of the shafts within his Draconic lover. Carmen broke from their kiss to silently scream in rapture as the cock filled her hole so wonderfully well. The silence broke to a pleasured moan as Squishy pulled out, Thomas grinning as the barbs did their work on his purple lover much like Zye's had to him only a few days prior. But The Gyarados was no more than half way out before he thrust in again, repeating the process faster and faster. The expression on that big blue face turned from unbridled ecstasy to goofy lust over several seconds, as Thomas realised this was probably the pokemon's 'first time'.

Every thrust was harder, forcing more and more desperate moans from Carmen as Squishy pushed her towards another climax. But as much as Thomas could see the big blue pokemon was enjoying himself, there seemed a definite air of frustration around him. As though he couldn't get quite deep enough, or push quite hard enough. Which is when the man realised his friend's problem. “Hold… Hold up." Thomas said, getting unsteadily to his feet; his legs still having not recovered from the pounding he'd given Carmen just before.

Squishy looked mortified, as though he'd done something wrong, while Carmen did her best to hold back a glare at the trainer spoiling her fun. But Thomas put his hands up, showing he meant no harm, and nobody was at fault. He stumbled through the foamy slime to the two lovers, motioning for Squishy to stay where he was when the Gyarados began backing away lille a scolded growlithe. Thomas slowly got to his knees between Carmen's legs and got a good look at their coupling. The yellowish barbs were almost visible on the shaft buried inside the Goodra's pussy, the gyarados about halfway out of his mate as he stayed frozen in place.

But the rod inside Carmen wasn't Thomas' focus. “You say something if this hurts." Thomas said, gulping as he slid his hands around the second shaft. It throbbed as Squishy grunted, an almost imperceptible grind into thin air bringing a smile to Thomas' face. “I want you to have the full experience." He chuckled, lining the orange cock up with Carmen's puffy lips. “Both of you." He couldn't tell if the globs of white dripping from her were his own cum, Squishy's pre or Carmen's own juices. But he moaned a little as his fingers swiped through it to glaze the magikarp-like member in his hands. Then, pressing the tip alongside it's counterpart, he guided it inside.

<ARCEUS!> Carmen moaned loudly, her pussy stretched tight as Squishy gently pressed the full length of both his members deep inside the Goodra. Thomas was about to step back over to the shallows and allow the two to resume their pace, but a stumpy purple hand shot out through the slime to grab his, holding him tight. He looked to see a pair of big green eyes staring up at him. Carmen was somewhere between pain and pleasure, though given her moans Thomas guessed closer to the latter. But he knew with that look, she wanted him there with her. He looked up to get Squishy's opinion and he was met with a very large lick up his chest and face, the fishy aroma reminding him of their magical journey back at the raid.

And with everyone knowing what their role was, Squishy got to work. His strokes were far more even; the pull-out equal in it's intensity to the thrust forward, allowing the spiny frills to do their work inside Carmen's taut passage while working their way deeper and deeper each time. Every lusty grunt from the Gyarados was met with a needy moan from the Goodra, with the occasional <Squishy> and <Thomas> thrown in for good measure.

With both cocks firmly wedged inside, Thomas could tell neither pokemon had much time left. With a wicked grin, he turned to his purple companion and groaned “He's gonna fill you up so much more than I ever could. You want that?" She nodded enthusiastically with no hesitation. “He's gonna fill you up with poke-cum." He smiled. “Fertile Poke-cum." Her eyes went wide as she looked to Thomas hopefully. “I looked it up. You're compatible."

As Squishy pulled backwards, his head leaned in towards Carmen, but before he could thrust back in again, a purple hand smacked against his lower jaw, holding it in place. He looked up to see Carmen's eyes glowing with lust as she stared into his very soul. “Breed. Me." She commanded, the slime around the trio trembling with the intensity of her words.

If Squishy was skirting the edge before that stroke, he was several miles beyond it by the time he bottomed out. Both his and Carmen's heads rolled back as he pumped a gallon of his virile gyarados seed deep into her womb. The pair cried out in unison as their orgasms melded into one. Thomas could only stare on in astonishment as he saw his gorgeous goodra's belly ripple and grow with each pulse, making a mental note to experience those orange shafts sometime in the future. But as the duo shuddered through the last of their joint climax, the purpose of the evening's events once more slipped into Thomas' mind.

He waited for Squishy's body to collapse gently atop his lover's, contented panting from both of them indicating a time well spent. Then with a gentle stroke, Thomas got Carmen's attention. She looked to him, slimy tears of happiness flowing down her cheeks as she smiled at her wonderful trainer. She knew what his concern was, and knew any other time he'd have let them lay like that for however long they needed. But a rumble from inside her brought the evening into sharp relief. She nodded to Thomas and tapped Squishy on the cheek.

“Okay," Thomas said, taking a deep breath before exhaling “Let's hope that firehose of a cock- cocks" He corrected himself, squishy grinning sheepishly at the comment “-has knocked the egg loose." He stroked down the Gyarados' side. “Ready?" Squishy took his own deep breath before nodding. And then, there was cum.

The sheer volume of pearlescent spunk flowing from Carmen was frankly obscene. Thomas wondered if the Gyrados' entire rear half was composed of testes, or rather; he had wondered until a familiar tapered orb popped free into the slime-cum cocktail. The rubbery, greyish-brown egg Thomas remembered holding back in Owlra had become deep orange in colour, though the subtle blue glow around it remained the same. A blue glow that was increasing in intensity as it trembled in his hand.

Carmen and Squishy both leaned in close to look as Thomas held the egg out. He rubbed it gently, coaxing the pokemon inside to free itself, wondering what it could possibly be. He'd no idea what had pushed it inside his arse, though thoughts of a Kangaskhan costume flowed through his mind. But what had fertilised it though? He could tell Carmen was thinking the same thing, wondering what pokemon Thomas had been filled by that evening. Bewear? Passimian? Hailey with her-

A crack formed along the top of the egg. It was happening. Another crack, and another. The three stared in amazement as the blue glow around the outside of the egg faded, instead shining out with greater intensity through the cracks multiplying along the shell. Until in one final burst, the organic container was shed entirely, revealing…

“ROTOM!"

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