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For the first time since setting off from Cannab, Thomas slept well. He had drifted off happy and contented, and when he woke he felt calm and relaxed all over. He blinked himself awake, feeling the slow rise and fall of the Rhyperior's belly behind him and the weight of it's arm on his torso. He smiled, instead of the panic from not feeling the familiar newspaper-covered floor beneath him that had set in briefly each morning prior, his mind flashed back to remember the incredible fun he'd had with the mining pokemon. Thomas took a deep breath, savoring the morning air. It finally felt like a new beginning.

At some point during the carefree events surrounding Thomas' multiple orgasms, the lantern had gotten knocked off and fallen into the shallow pool of cum. And there it remained, the waterproof light source glowing up from beneath like a perverted pool light. He chuckled and attempted to grab it, but found himself stuck. He rocked his body back and forth experimentally. No give. His arms were locked in place as well, the thought of him being cuffed raced through Thomas' mind, but he dismissed it for a wholly more silly explanation. “Ohhhh…" The Desert Pea lotion.

He'd read about how the pods could be used as thickening agents, but he'd not considered how applying such a large amount would result in the cum bath turning into a cum jelly-mould. The Rhyperior awoke at this time and came to the same realisation pretty quick. Except with a grunt and a heave, he managed to right himself, sending the partially trapped Thomas wobbling from side to side with a thundering SCHLOCK! Of course the pokemon found it quite humorous and began laughing.

“Har har." Thomas said, still trying to pull his arm free. But as the Rhyperior stood, Thomas realised something quite important. The cum had set while it was still inside him. And despite his rear closing a reasonable amount, it still left a long, jelly cum shaft going a reasonable way into him. The jelly around Thomas' rear was sucked back as the pokemon stood, pulling several inches of the makeshift jelly cock from his arse. “Ffffuuuu-" He moaned, voice oozing with lust.

His tone caught the attention of the Rhyperior, who nudged Thomas' rear a little further off the jelly with his foot. Thomas moaned again, his member pushing hard against the set jelly as it tried in vain to get straight. The large black cock from the night before had no such trouble, however. It only took a minute or two of listening to the human whine and moan as the jelly cock was levered into and out of him with a clawed toe for it to reach full mast. The Rhyperior let it fall on Thomas' shoulder as he struggled to get free.

“Having fun?" The man asked wryly, getting chuckled laughter in response. He waded around, massive feet pressing through the jelly with some resistance, but not enough to stop the massive pokemon from walking. “Help me out of here and I can take care of that for you." The Rhyperior stopped, his feet either side of Thomas' thighs as the massive cock pointed square at his face. “Oh. I see."

The pokemon looked down at him and licked it's lips. Thomas stared back and with a little head shake of disbelief, he smiled up and opened his mouth like the cum slut he was. There was no denying it. Ever since the Machamp back in Cannab, Thomas had become more and more infatuated with pokemon cum. And for good reason. After practically bathing in the stuff overnight his skin felt amazing. Let alone the sensations of it covering him head to toe in liquid form. It's warmth filled him with something he'd never felt before, and almost every time he was marked by another pokemon it was as though he was being accepted as one of their own. Like a family.

With a mischievous wink, the Rhyperior pushed himself into the jelly-encased man's mouth, bringing his mind back to the task before him. Thomas moaned as his center of balance was pushed further back, impaling him more on the jelly cock in his arse. It had formed to the contours of his insides, and as such was just as bumpy, lumpy and veiny as he was. It was enough to drive the man wild. Which was enough to drive the Rhyperior wild as well, as with each push forward that he gave, Thomas would moan from the thick insertion in his rear.

A particularly hard push caused part of the jelly to break away from the rest of the solid mass, pushing the existing faux-cock further up Thomas' arse, an act that caused him to clench his fist so hard it broke the jelly around his fingers. Curling and uncurling the digits in the glowing ivory mess helped him concentrate on the willing but forced blowjob, his head bobbing eagerly back and forth in time with the pokemon's thrusts.

His moans turned to growls as he practically impaled his face on the slick, black member. Thomas' cheeks bulged as the Rhyperior's pre-cum began building up in the man's mouth, soon spurting out over his chin and down his neck. But Thomas didn't care, he was enjoying himself too much. As the pokemon readjusted his stance, his movements cracked the jelly-cum in just the right spot that Thomas' cock sprung free, sliding through the semi-solid goop. That sensation of release combined with the throbbing of Rhyperior's cock lodged in his throat was enough to send Thomas crashing into his first orgasm of the day.

His cock-muffled scream of pleasure sent vibrations through the massive black member, calling for the pokemon to release inside the willing human. And just as Thomas' pearly white cum shot through the myriad of cracks in the slowly deteriorating jelly pool, Rhyperior's seed also burst forth into the man's throat, flooding his airway and cascading down to his belly. Thomas was silenced by the ejaculation, his throat busy swallowing the unreasonable amount of poke-cum being funnelled into his stomach.

But even last night's antics weren't enough to stretch the man's stomach for his morning meal, and as he quickly filled to capacity, Thomas felt the rising level of hot, slimy liquid quickly build in his throat. But Rhyperior wasn't backing off. With his nose pressed firmly against the thick black knot, Thomas felt the cock pulse and throb until the pressure behind it became too much. He coughed as a mouthful of cum sprayed out from around the Rhyperior's glistening member.

The man coughed again as yet more cum escaped his mouth, running down his chin and chest in steaming clumps as his eyes rolled back. He was getting dizzy, his sight fuzzy and eyelids heavy. Deep inside he felt his lungs burning, and he knew he needed to breathe. Just in time the Rhyperior pulled out, a gush of fresh cum projectile vomited from the man's stretched lips as he coughed more white globs onto the smooth jelly surface. With his airway mostly clear Thomas took a huge breath, and another. “Fuck…" He muttered, spitting out some of the pokemon's cum, knowing his belly and throat couldn't take another drop.

The Rhyperior looked a little concerned, but tried to hide it behind a smug grin. He used his tail and feet to break apart the remaining jelly prison, freeing Thomas so he could move to all fours and recover from the intense mouth fucking he'd just had. “You don't mess around." He said between hacking breaths.

It took several minutes before Thomas got his breath back. The Rhyperior - possibly feeling guilty for nearly drowning the man - used that time to giveThomas some after care. With a broad tongue, he licked the man clean, taking extra special care around his rear and even using a very carefully placed claw to un-wedge the jelly from his arse. It took a few tugs but eventually a foot and a half long jelly spike slipped free, along with nearly a half gallon of cum from the night before that had been so far inside him as to not have set hard with the rest.

Feeling all that finally flow out of him was an amazing experience in and of itself, and he made a mental note to give it another go sometime further down the line. The want to come back here after his task was complete washed through him again with a shiver. “You wouldn't mind if I came back after my Unova trip, would you?" He asked, resting on the Rhyperior's belly. He got his answer in the form of a lick along the side of his face. Thomas chuckled as he made his way over to his pack.

In a short while Thomas was dressed and packed. For the first time in days he felt well rested, and actually ready for the walk ahead, despite the morning's near-death experience. He brushed a hand along the pokeballs still in their holders before taking the somewhat more dim lantern and walking towards the cave exit. He turned to wave goodbye to Rhyperior. As he did so the large pokemon leapt off the edge of the rock bowl to splash in the crumbled jelly cum. Thomas narrowly dodged a glob rocketing his way from the impact, laughing as he let the pokemon play in the product of their lust.

Sliding down the slope to see daylight, it was as if Rayquaza itself sensed Thomas' attitude, the skies a bright blue and treetops golden green from the early morning sun striking them. He grabbed three pokeballs and juggled them a little until he was outside the cave entrance, then tapped each one's button to release his fighting three. Soon Mac along with the Mudbray and Deino all stretched themselves on the grass. He rummaged around one of the pockets for some rations and gave them to the bug and dragon types, leaving the Mudbray to munch some of the semi-solid mud puddles left over from the last couple days worth of storms.

With the three of them fed, he pointed off in the direction of Route 13. “Onwards fellas. Hopefully we can make it to Kangaskhan Valley by nightfall." He waved at them to start moving, and as usual the two playful pokemon began wrestling and racing each other through the underbrush. The Donkey-type stuck to his side, giving him strange looks as he glanced from the cave to him and back, sniffing the air. “Trust me, you don't wanna know." The pokemon snorted, amused. “Let's just say it involved a Rhyperior and some desert peas." The pokemon looked at him quizzically. “Told you you didn't want to know." He smiled, setting off after the troublemakers already rampaging through the dried leaves ahead.

As they reached the hiking trail running along Route 13, Thomas brought Mac and the Deino back into their balls, remembering the battle he'd had with Shep. He really hoped the mobsters weren't following him this way, but surely by now not having spotted him on Route 9 they'd be sending someone down this way. He just hoped it wouldn't come to him having to run.

The morning's walk was relatively uninterrupted. A couple of bug trainers were on the trail catching pokemon coming out of hiding after the hailstorm. They proved mostly easy due to the Mudbray's new moves, and all pretty good sports about it as well. Thomas feigned ignorance of bug types, as they all seemed to ask if he had any on him, or had experience with them before. He waved it off as just enthusiasts looking for an excuse to nerd out. But when a plant-type trainer asked him the same thing, he got curious.

“Seems like just about everyone I've passed is looking for bug pokemon." He stated, hoping it would be a subtle enough hint, but decided to double down as well. “Is there some new pokemon or something around here?"

“Nothing like that." The gardener smiled. “Turns out there's a trainer from Canneb, stole a pokemon!"

Thomas' heart sank in his chest. They had made it out this far. Probably passed him in the storm. But years of living on the street had trained him well. He feigned surprise. “Who does that?" He put on a disgustingly puzzled face. “Anyone know what they look like?"

“Not really. Only that he's travelling with a Venipede, Deino and a Shiny Hakamo-o." Thomas couldn't hide his eyes going wide. “A-are you okay?" She asked him, noticing the change.

'Shit shit shit shit…' His mind was racing. How could he get around this. 'Shit shit shit, think, think…' He took a deep breath. “I- I think I may have battled him a couple days back." He lied, hoping to stall for time. But he could tell she wasn't buying it.

“Really." The gardener took a step back, hand on the balls at her waist. The two stared at each other for a moment, the tension in the air palpable. The odd stalemate was broken - of all things - by the growling of Thomas' stomach attempting to deal with the massive protein injection it got earlier. In a flash, between the two was an Ivysaur, Sunflora and Cacturne.

“Woah, woah, woah!" Thomas shouted, having ripped the pokeballs from his backpack strap, holding them in one hand. 'Sleight of hand. You were never good at sleight of hand…' He thought to himself. Inches from his left hand was the pocket containing spare pokeballs. Carmen he could get away with, the same with the Mudbray. Despite folks looking for a Venipede, they are reasonably common in the bush, and him having a whirlipede wouldn't be too out of place. But he had to hide the Deino. “I've only got three pokemon." He said defensively.

“That's four balls, I can count." The gardener replied, pointing to his hand. “One by one."

He felt the pitted surface of Carmen's ball, so swapping the other balls to his left hand, he depressed the button. It increased in size and shot out a brilliant light, summoning the Sliggoo to the well worn dirt of the trail. She saw the other three pokemon glaring at her and began to panic. “Sliii… SLIIIII!" She couldn't decide whether to dash left or right so eventually ran behind Thomas' leg. He used her distraction to pull an empty ball from the easy-dispenser pocket designed for quickly grabbing pokeballs after a wild battle.

“Shhh, shh." He hushed, trying to calm her down. It's not a battle, it's okay. You're okay." The gardener looked a little scared at the Sliggoo's response. Thomas sighed, petting her between the antennae. “Her last trainer was killed in a battle gone wrong." He said to the woman, who had covered her mouth in shock at the news. “When I adopted Carmen, I promised I'd never put her in a battle."

“I, I'm so sorry. I…"

“It's okay. She'll be okay in a little bit." Thomas used his petting Carmen as a distraction for setting off the next ball. As the flash of light faded, all eyes were on the Whirlipede, who was now staring down three angry-looking plant-types. “It's not a battle, Mac!" Thomas yelled to the bug type as he began spinning on the spot, sending mud flying everywhere. Covered for a second he pushed the Deino's ball into the catch for the pocket of fresh pokeballs.

“That's a whirlipede."

“I know. And I know what you're thinking." Thomas said, flinging one ball to his right hand so he had one in each. “Two balls left. Could be a- what were they?"

“Hakamo-o and Deino." The Gardener said wryly, not fully buying it.

“Yeah. Those. Sorry, I've never heard of them." He shrugged. “This one," he pressed the button, the ball opening to reveal it being brand new and empty “I keep on the strap because the ball pocket thing has a broken catch." He clipped the new ball to the pack's strap and reached to the pokeball dispensing catch, the one holding the Deino's ball. Faking a struggle, he eventually pulled it out and showed off the ball without opening it. “Got too frustrating to deal with, and after losing a battle of speed with a Seviper," he rolled up one pant leg to show off the scarred puncture marks “I decided to keep a spare on the strap."

“What about that one?" She pointed to the ball in Thomas' other hand.

“Oh." He pressed the button, calling the Mudbray back into his ball. “That's his ball." Thomas coughed. Hoping he'd proven himself.

The Gardener looked him over once more then smiled. Her pokemon seemed to sense her relaxation and softened up as well. “Sorry, you just-"

“Look like a thief?" Thomas said, smiling somewhat sarcastically as the woman went red in the face.

“No, not that. It's just I, I mean…" Caught on the back foot, Thomas waved away her worry.

“I get it, it's okay. I'd want to know someone was a pokemon thief if they were around me and mine." He gave Carmen another pat on the head, but she remained firmly attached to his leg. “Is there a reward or anything?"

She nodded, leaning in a little closer as her voice went quiet. “Fifty-thousand!"

Thomas' eyes bulged at the amount. “Are you kidding me?" She shook her head, grinning. “Damn. I'm supposed to be meeting my Aunt at the ferry station in Bait Bay in a few days. Maybe I should track this thief down. Before I get there that is, I'm sure she'd understand…" He mused, before realising he was considering tracking himself down. “Heh."

The Gardener called her three pokemon back. “If you manage to catch a well known criminal, I'm sure she'll forgive you for being late." She said. “If you don't mind, this sun's getting a bit hot for my guys. I'm gonna head to the poke-center down the road and give them a rest. Want to walk with me?" She offered.

Thomas thought it over, realising it might be useful for his cover to be walking with someone else. “Sure. Could do with a rest for lunch." He zapped Carmen and Mac back into their balls, and clipped the Deino's ball back into the catch. Finally he released the Mudbray again and clipped it's ball and the empty one to the backpack's strap. “Tom." He held his hand out for the woman to shake.

She shook it gingerly. “Jessa." They spent the next hour walking down Route 13, Thomas keeping an eye out for trouble at every engine sound that passed, the Mudbray helping by glancing behind him every once in a while. They spoke of many things along the journey, with Jessa happy to talk about herself and the few times she directed the conversation to Thomas being the subject, he told a small tale before swapping it back to her. It was a subtle method, but one he'd crafted over many years.

Eventually they got in sight of the poke-center and Thomas' heart skipped a beat. Parked in the small carpark were three black cars. All of them the same make and model. He took a deep breath and hoped desperately he wouldn't be noticed. They walked up to the sliding doors, blasted in the face with cool air as the glass panels slid to the side. Six men in suits were huddled around a table, sipping on a varying assortment of cold beverages from the vending machine. Those facing Jessa and Thomas stared at the two while they approached Nurse Joy's station.

“Good morning!" She said, a caring smile across her face as the two approached her. “Any pokemon to heal?" Thomas looked over to the group of suits, who were now all staring at him expectantly. Thomas snapped out of it and grabbed the balls on his backpack strap, handing over three of them. “What about that one?" She said pointing at the last ball on the strap.

A couple of the men had stood, and were resting their hands on the pokeballs at their waist. “It's uh…" Thomas stumbled over his words as he unclipped the ball, pressing the button to reveal the lack of contents inside “Empty." The men huffed, sitting back down to resume their conversation.

Jessa placed her three balls in with Thomas' and the six of them were transferred to the healing bay. “Should only take a couple minutes." Nurse Joy said, before indicating the watercooler and paper cups near the vending machine. “Water is free of course, but the machine should be mostly stocked." She glared at the suited men. “Maybe not the soda." Several loud burps from several filthy mouths echoed through the space punctuated by the slap of high-fives. Nurse joy groaned at the immature display before turning her attention back to the pokemon.

Jessa and Thomas wandered over to the vending machines, both grabbing a cup of water along the way before he took a moment to unclip the bag from his back. The man stretched a little, enjoying the freedom of movement as several joints popped back into place. They were just about to start chatting again when the large glass doors behind them opened again. “Boys, Boys, Boys." The voice hit Thomas like a tonne of bricks. He looked in the reflection of the vending machine glass. 'You gotta be fucking kidding me!' his mind screamed as the raticate-faced man strode in, his partner close behind. “Don't tell me you're sittin' down on the job!"

Jessa was too transfixed on the pair of Rocket Rising thugs to notice Thomas go pale. But Thomas was making sure they could only see the back of his head, stepping a little to the side so Jessa could keep watching them as they walked up to the counter. Each one placed a single ball, wordlessly waiting for Nurse Joy to pay attention. But she wasn't at the counter.

“Service!"

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“What do you mean it's flagged in the system?" Nurse Joy was crouching in front of a Chancey, who pulled out a small electronic tablet, and tapped away at the icons until the symbol of a Whirlipede flashed up. She looked at it, then at the Chancey. “No…" She quickly scrolled through the file attached to it, reading the report from the Cannab pokecenter - with an attached file from the Milra Police Station - before double checking the pokeball ID number. Everything matched up.

“Chancey, Chance." The pink pokemon jabbed at the screen again, showing five other pokemon and a sixth greyed out. The latter being a Deino. Nurse Joy glanced back out into the waiting area, spotting the man who had just come in before seeing two more men in suits walking towards the sliding doors. “Chance!" The stubby pink limb was thrust again at the screen as the document scrolled to the bottom. Security footage from the Cannab location, zoomed in on-

“Boys, Boys, Boys." The voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

Nurse Joy looked from Chancey to the rejuvenation machine in the healing bay and the front desk. “Get them out and back to their Trainer." She instructed the pink pokemon, but before she could stand, the Chancey grabbed her hand and scrolled back up to another pokemon in the file. A shiny Hakamo-o. Her pupils dilated as she took a deep breath, looking past the Chancey to the unconscious pokemon resting on one of the beds. It's pink and yellow scales glistening under the center's flouro lights, his tightly clutched trainers vest hanging ragged and torn on his athletic frame.

“Service!" Came a call from the front desk.

“Chancey?"

“I dunno, figure something out." She whispered, turning to leave. “I'll stall them."

“Service!"

“One moment please!" She called, straightening her apron before stepping out. The Chancey paced nervously, looking to and fro, trying to decide what to do. Then with a decided huff, she set to work.

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“One moment please!" Time was running out. Thomas knew he'd be recognised the moment those two saw his face. It was only a matter of time. He didn't want to move for fear of grabbing their attention but knew he'd been standing still for too long. Nurse Joy stepped out from the back area and walked over to the desk.

“Tom, you alright?" Jessa asked. 'Shit' he thought. 'She used my name…' Sure enough he could see in the reflection the larger of the two men turn in his direction and cock his head, sizing him up. “You've gone white." The other man was now interested in his partner's movements, as were the six suits on the other side of the center. Nurse Joy tried to get the raticate-faced man's attention, but he shooed her off.

“I... I…" He was trapped. He slowly reached out for the backpack, ready to grab it and run.

Then it happened.

The whole thing was over in a split second, but it felt like an eternity. As the large man closed the distance a pink and yellow blur shot from the medical bay behind Nurse Joy's desk, smashing a bedpan into the larger man's head before rolling into a crouch near the door. Thomas whipped around, his gaze connecting with the Hakamo-o's as the pokemon paused. “Jeremy..." Thomas sighed, his heart racing.

Then as soon as he'd arrived, Jeremy dashed through the freshly opened door. The suits were initially shocked, then in a mass panic they poured towards the exit. Jessa stood in stunned silence as Thomas swung his bag off the floor, buckling it back up in record time. He turned to the woman, who was now the one in shocked silence. “Not a thief. A rescuer."

“Chance!" Thomas whipped around just in time to catch the three balls lobbed at him, his hands working on instinct as they clipped the orbs away with speed.

“Thanks!" He yelled before sprinting out the door. As the glass panels closed, the pokecenter returned to silence, one of the soda cans slowly rolling off a table that had until recently been occupied.

Leaping over rocks and logs, he smashed through the woods after Jeremy, the black suited men far out in front as they too pursued the Hakamo-o. Thomas quickly ducked behind a tree as one of the suits swung around. He heard calls from further ahead “C'mon Mick! Catch up! We're losing him!"

The realisation hit him. “Don't follow them, idiot! Keep going!" He looked south to where Jeremy had ran, then east to the mountains. He knew they couldn't travel on the route anymore, but once on top of the peaks - that began their ascent several miles away - he'd be able to see the way to go.

Popping Mac out, he quickly gave the pokemon a recap. “The suits have caught up with us. They managed to get distracted at the pokecenter, but they'll figure out what happened and be after us soon enough." He waved the pokemon on, running through the trees until the pokecenter was out of sight. “Kangaskhan Valley is off the menu tonight. We'll camp off the track." Mac chirped an affirmative and spun up, powering ahead as he scouted the way.

No trainers were out this way, preferring to stick to the Route, and for obvious reasons. Thomas and Mac had ploughed headfirst into several powerful pokemon on their way to the mountains. Most of them were ones he had fantasized about catching for years. But with Rocket Rising on his heels, he couldn't warrant stopping to battle a single one. That, and the last trainer battle had him use his last potion.

It was well into the afternoon when Jeremy and Mac had reached the top of the mountain. There were few trees, but enough to keep them in cover as they ascended. Looking behind them the sun was dipping low, casting a fiery orange glow onto the west side of the range. It was an incredible sight. From where he stood it looked like half the world had been swallowed by shadow, while the other half was burning with golden light. He couldn't help it, raising his wrist-mounted pokedex to take a panoramic photo. It was a solid few minutes before the situation caught up with him and he waved for Mac to look out into the shadows.

A cluster of lights far below indicated the small town of Kangaskhan Valley, tucked deep in the ravine between the Divided Mountains. If they'd have followed the Route directly, they would certainly have been there by then. But the day's frantic escape made sure that wasn't going to happen.

He pointed out to one of the peaks opposite them. “Tomorrow we head for that. Should be able to see the coast from there, should make it there before lunch if we start early enough." Mac chirped, motioning to roll down the side of the mountain. “What, now?" Mac chirped again, insistently. “I suppose we'd have more cover down there. And be closer for the morning." He sighed, looking at how dark the valley was and how quickly twilight was approaching. “Okay. But we stop when I have to take out the lantern to see."

Mac span off, hurtling down the steep mountainside as his trainer cautiously followed behind. “If I were shaped like an off-road-tyre I'd roll down hills as well." He muttered under his breath. “But Nooooo, I have stupid bloody feet that'll snap off if I land on them funny." A faint crash of shrubbery down the mountainside indicated Mac had reached the thicker foliage.

Thomas descended cautiously, and as the sun's light became entirely useless he stopped to replace the batteries of the lamp. “Mac, buddy, time to set up camp." He called out. But there was no reply. “Dammit." Thomas grumbled, checking for lights up on the mountain before turning the lantern on its lowest setting. “Mac, no fooling around!"

Mac came spiralling out of the darkness, impacting a tree behind Thomas as splinters shot out through the woods. “Shit!" The man ducked as a large piece of wood was flung past his head. “MAC!" His shout of annoyance turned to an inquiry of consciousness as a roar rolled though the trees. “Mac? Mac, buddy, you okay?" He reached the downed pokemon, the bug barely breathing as it twitched from the aftershock of being smashed into a tree. Another roar rang out. “Shit."

Through the undergrowth stomped a massive blue beast with bright red spines growing from it's head, back and tail. The Feraligatr roared again, its red eyes practically glowing in the dim lamplight. Thomas whipped out the Mudbray and… the empty ball. Cursing as Mudbray materialised in the darkness. He threw the opened but worthless ball to the ground, instead reaching for the Deino's ball. “This time it is a battle, and Mac's down." Thomas shouted, voice wavering as he pointed to the rampaging blue and red pokemon.

The Deino came to be in a flash of light, his ears picking up the distinctive impact of hoof on bone as the Mudbray connected with a double kick into the Feraligatr's leg. Deino waited, listening for the sound of a second opposing pokemon before Thomas shouted “No trainers, get 'im!" The fluffy black pokemon dashed into the fray leaning in to deliver a powerful headbutt to a large creamy belly. Several questioning barks were thrown back his way as the Deino took the Feraligatr's hits like a champ. “Down and out!" Thomas shouted back, pressing the recall button on Mac's pokeball. It seemed Thomas' assumption as to the dragon-types query was right as the Deino got worked up, dishing out a powerful attack that staggered the massive creature. But it didn't take the Feraligatr down.

The Mudbray had somehow turned the small clearing into a muddy puddle through his stomping, but their adversary seemed unphased as it used the newfound moisture to slam the donkey-pokemon with a wave of water from its tail. The Mudbray was swept up in the attack and slammed against a tree, unconscious.

Thomas began to panic.

In retaliation for his friend, the Deino planted his feet and roared with a piercing blast, the purple energy balling up between his jaws before tearing through the forest at the Feraligatr. The large pokemon couldn't dodge it, and copped the blast straight to the face. Enraged, the blue lizard swung furiously with its claws. Every time it landed a blow, the Deino was quick to respond with another headbutt or slam attack. But with each attack the Feraligatr seemed to grow more vicious, while the Deino grew tired. Until with a deafening crack, the thick, blue tail connected with the small dragon-type, sending it careening into a log. Thomas tapped the button the Mudbrays ball as he dashed over to his injured friend.

The world spun as a spiked tail smashed into his gut, sending him flying. He crashed into the mud as the Feraligatr stood above him, eyes glowing red as it pointed to the last ball on Thomas' strap. “No." he wheezed, trying to stand, but the pokemon swept his tail along the mud, sending the man arse-first into it. He coughed up a combination of blood and mud as he held his hands around the pokeball protectively. “NO!" The Feraligatr grabbed Thomas by his backpack straps and charged toward a tree. He roared again, slamming the man into the bark forcefully.

Thomas feared for his life. The Seviper could have killed him, but didn't. And he couldn't tell if that was on purpose or not. But this Feraligatr was in a whole different league. No Mudbray was gonna come dashing out of the undergrowth to save him here. Even Jeremy would be hard pressed to make a dent in that rampaging beast. But he still held the pokeball tightly. He could barely breathe from the pressure the massive blue fist had him pinned to the wall with, but he managed another labored “No…"

He was dropped to the ground, collapsing onto muddy grass as the pokemon tried to wrestle the ball from his grasp. The Feraligatr had the strength, but Thomas had the dexterity. “Fuck OFF!" He growled, but it was no use, the blue pokemon yanked the ball from his hands, holding it out to the side as he pinned Thomas to the tree once more, roaring in his face. “Don't you fucking dare!" He cried, the Feraligatr turning the ball over, ready to press the button with an evil grin. “I promised her she wouldn't have to fight! I promised!" Tears streamed down Thomas' face as he tried in vain to reach Carmen's ball, punching the pokemon's arm repeatedly when he couldn't. “Don't make her fight, please, please don't." He sobbed, body going limp as he resigned himself to failure.

This one Feraligatr had taken out the only three pokemon Thomas was willing to battle with, and did it with ease. He tried not to blame himself, but some part of him knew ultimately he was the one responsible for all this. He chose to keep going after dark. He chose to go off the beaten path, it was all him. And now he was face to toothy face with a hulking Feraligatr. But as he looked up at the pokemon, all the rage had vanished. Instead, the pokemon seemed warily curious.

Thomas felt his heart drop as in a flash of light Carmen burst from the ball and onto the ground nearby. She yawned, taking in the scenery before spotting the mass of blue and red pinning Thomas to the tree with one hand, and holding her ball with the other. Her eyes went wide as she shook, stuck to the spot and unsure of what to do.

“Please don't…" came one final wheeze from Thomas. “I don't care if you beat the shit out of me, kill me, eat me, whatever. Just don't hurt her." The pokemon turned from Carmen to Thomas, looking at the man as though he'd just said the dumbest thing on earth. Thomas was released from the Feraligatr's grip, falling to the ground in a heap. As the massive blue lizard stepped back, Carmen shot in to nuzzle against Thomas' chest. He hugged her tight, crying. She turned and blew a raspberry at her trainer's assailant, her stubby arms doing their best to return the man's embrace.

Several other Feraligatr and a couple Croconaw stepped out of the bushes, one picking the Deino up and carrying him off. Upon seeing this, Thomas picked Carmen up and stood, pointing an accusatory finger in the direction of the thieving pokemon. “Hey! You can't have him!" The battered Feraligator before him slammed his palm onto Thomas's shoulder, pinning the man to the tree again but in such a way as to not harm the Sliggoo. A Croconaw picked the occupied pokeballs up off the ground and made off in the same direction. “HEY!" Thomas struggled against the Feraligatr's grip but it was no use.

Carmen, a look of panic in her blind eyes concentrated for a brief moment, her antennae glowing green as she attempted to use absorb on the Feraligatr. It's grip faltered a little, allowing Thomas to pry himself free. But the end result had the pokemon more baffled than injured. It looked to its retreating kin while rubbing it's arm, then back to the human. Grunting, it waved for him to follow.

Thomas held Carmen close, picking up the discarded lantern as they followed the Feraligatr clan through the forest. After several minutes they reached a stream, which they followed to a small rock pool. With the moon well above them and the sky clear, Thomas flicked the lantern off. What lay in front of them looked almost magical.

Bioluminescent algae in the freshwater pool lit everything from below with a mysterious green light, while from above the blue light of the moon cast harsh shadows on the shore. A dozen Feraligatr and Croconaw milled about the area, seemingly relaxing with an evening swim. The pool itself was about as big as a pokecenter, and deep enough that from this angle, Thomas couldn't see the bottom. It's waters were clear, and along two sides it was flanked by a small cliff, several yards tall. The remaining shore seemed to be made of really small stones rather than sand, but it was hard to tell much else in the dim light.

A couple flashes caught the man's attention, watching as his three valiant fighters were laid out on makeshift beds on the shore. The largest Feraligatr of the group waved the battered one over, and growled something at it. By 'largest' it truly was a massive creature. The other Feraligatr seemed average for their height, but this one was a good head above the rest. They took turns pointing at the pokemon before the previously combative one jabbed a claw in Thomas' direction. The rest of the group then realised he was standing at the treeline and they all became much more aggressive; eyes narrowing and teeth bared.

Thomas tried to hold Carmen tight but she struggled free, retreating behind his leg. Seeing several of the blue and red pokemon advance on him he took up a fighting stance. Several of them snickered but didn't slow as Thomas' breathing hastened. A barked growl shot out from the general assembly near the injured pokemon. They all fell silent and still as a Croconaw leapt down from where it was perched on the largest Feraligatr's back. It landed with a thud, and holding a small cane it began walking slowly up the bank towards Thomas.

Thomas relaxed a little, stepping out of his aggressive stance to more politely greet what was becoming obvious was this clan's elder. Carmen stayed lodged behind his leg as the Croconaw approached. It stopped only a few feet in front of him, and looked him up and down. Feeling somewhat impolite, Thomas pat the Sliggoo on the head, ushering her just far enough away for him to kneel down, closer to eye level with the lizard pokemon.

Even in this light Thomas could see the marks of age on the Croconaw's visage. It's scales were faded and worn, the patches of black skin around its eyes wrinkled and dry. It's teeth were worn down, and red spikes scratched and chipped. But it stood there, studying the man with a keen gaze, and - from what he could tell from the sparkle in its eye - a very adept mind.

Nodding at him the pokemon turned to it's kind and let out a series of roars and growls. The mass of blue and red pokemon shrugged and returned to what they were doing. It then pointed to the three pokemon laying next to their balls and made a motion with it's cane. A chancey popped out from the bushes and began examining them carefully as the elder turned to face Thomas. “I'm sorry about that."

Thomas' eyes went wide. “You, you…" His brain was trying to register a random Chancey in amongst a group of Feraligatr when suddenly the Croconaw staring at him spoke. His brain came to a complete stop.

The Croconaw chuckled. “Yes, yes. I can speak." The voice was clearly feminine and spoken with the obvious complication of having a mouth not suited to making the right sounds. But somehow she was managing it. She thrust her cane towards a well worn log “Please, sit." Thomas did so without argument, Carmen following along behind him just as amazed at the Croconaws vocal talent. “So, what brings you to our glade?"

Thomas was still having trouble getting past the whole speaking pokemon thing, but eventually he had to put that to the side as he attempted to answer the pokemons question. I, well, you see, we were running. Well, I was running, Mac was, was rolling. And-"

The Croconaw elder held up a claw, silencing him. “Perhaps, from the beginning." Thomas took a deep breath and regaled her with the story of how he met Jeremy, Rocket RIsing and the trek from Milra to Canneb. It was at the mention of the little green pokemon that she silenced him. “I thought I could feel someone in there." She said, surprised, but curious. “You're an old one, aren't you." She chuckled.

“I'm only-"

“Not you." She smiled, cutting Thomas off. She sat silently for a moment, nodding. Her eyebrows raising every now and then accompanied with “I see." and “Really." as though on one end of a phone conversation. Thomas was about to call someone up to help her when she turned back to him. “I understand your burden."

“Everyone keeps saying burden, why burden?" He grumbled to the elder.

She smiled back at him. “You'll understand eventually. Until then might I suggest giving the little guy some sun? Could do the world of good." Thomas stared at her, still amazed. “I sense you have some questions?"

Thomas tried speaking, but couldn't get the words out. He sighed, taking a few deep breaths, trying to figure out the best way to ask. “I… I don't mean to pry, but…"

“How can I talk?" She finished his question, the man nodding an affirmative. “My trainer - Lucy - had me from a very early age. As she learned to read and write in school, she taught me what she learned in the afternoons at home. She was so dedicated it lasted all the way through school and into University." She smiled, the memories of her years with Lucy clearly making her very happy. “But one day, Lucy became ill. Throat cancer, they said. The doctors did everything they could, but eventually they had to resort to drastic measures. She would never speak again." The elder remained smiling but her eyes glistened with sadness.

“I'm sorry to hear that." Thomas offered his hand to hold, knowing it was a weak gesture at best, but she took it, gripping tightly as Carmen made her way over, resting her purple head next to the Croconaw's thigh.

She smiled at the comforting acts of the two strangers. “We had grown up together, so I knew what she wanted and when she wanted it, but was just as unable to speak as she was. Until one day we met a trainer with a talking Treecko. It taught me some vocal exercises that I practiced over and over. Then one day it just, happened. Lucy was overjoyed!" She grinned widely, her old and yellowed teeth jutting out from her maw as her eyes closed, remembering her trainer. “We lived together for many years. But Cancer is an evil thing." Despite her smile, a tear rolled down the elder's cheek. “Lucy didn't survive the second time."

The elder coughed, clearing her throat and preventing Thomas from being able to give his commiserations. “Her will stated that I be given the choice to be set free or re-homed. I chose to live here." She gestured to the other pokemon of her kind. “They needed someone to help them interact with humans, the many signs posted around the place warding your kind away don't seem to deter the truly foolish or arrogant."

“I-, I'm sorry, I didn't see any signs." Thomas said honestly.

“Ah, yes. But you didn't come from the direction of the town." she sighed. “We have a policy. Humans that come to catch pokemon, leave empty-handed. Entirely empty handed." She pointed her cane at a pile of old rusted pokeballs near the rock pool. “They're set free of course, some even run back to their trainers. But others stay here with us." Thomas noticed an Apiom snoozing on a branch overhanging the pool and a very out of place Tentacruel bobbing to the surface.

“Like a sanctuary." he sighed. It was a lovely place for it. The water looked clear, the forest lush and being situated in a kind of crevasse meant it was far enough away from most humans as to be fairly safe. “Can't say I agree entirely with your methods," he said, looking back down to the trio of unconscious pokemon as the Chancey came waddling up the path “But I can certainly appreciate what you're doing here."

“Chancey. Chance…" She huffed, trying to get her breath back after the quick run up the hill.

“Really? There's no other option?" The elder growled, unhappy with whatever the pink pokemon had said.

Chancey shook her head. “Chance. Chancey Chan. Cey!"

“Okay, okay." She waved the egg-shaped nurse away with a sigh. “Looks like those three really fought all out for you." Thomas looked concerned, shifting on the makeshift seat. “If you were any other trainer, I'd be confused as to why. But from what I know now, I understand." Thomas watched as with several flashes they were zapped back into their balls. The elder plucked a leaf from the tree overhead and held it between her palms, then with a deep breath she exhaled; a piercing whistle echoing through the treetops as Thomas winced from the assault of sound.

The man was about to ask what was going on when a Croconaw came stumbling up the bank to the elder, holding three familiar pokeballs in its stumpy little arms. As it arrived, a whooshing from above signalled the arrival of a Talonflame. Having never seen one before, Thomas was about to scan it with his pokedex, but the elder pushed his arm back down with her stick, giving him a stern look. He obliged.

She pointed to the balls. “Take these to the Kangaskhan Valley Pokecenter. They need urgent treatment. Bring them back when they are ready." The scorching pokemon was handed a bundle of material holding the pokeballs, and with a warm flap of its wings, it took to the skies. Quickly it became an orange streak shooting above the trees towards the nearby town. “They'll be brought back here by morning. For now, might I suggest you rest. I've given you my blessing, so the others should treat you as family, though some are not as happy with humans as others." With that she hopped off the log and wandered back down the bank. The massive Feraligatr was waiting for her, lifting the elder back onto his shoulder as it waded into the pool.

Thomas looked around, realising he couldn't leave without his friends, but also didn't feel comfortable staying amongst the dozen-odd gang of unimpressed pokemon. He sighed, and motioned for Carmen to follow. “C'mon, might as well set up camp while we wait for the others." They walked several paces into the woods, Thomas spying a flat-enough spot on the ground to set up the tent. But looking up at the sky, and over to the other pokemon keeping the area danger-free, he decided to go without it.

It only took a few minutes to lay out the bedroll and sleeping bag on top. Thomas unzipped the hard-case compartment to reveal the backpack shoved inside had gone for a bit of a tumble, laying upside down with a somewhat dizzy looking green pokemon beneath. “You alright?" He said, looking sorry as he righted everything. He left the water Skein out of the pack, but put the old backpack and it's nestled pokemon back inside, leaving it unzipped for the time being. “Gonna let you soak up some rays before we head off tomorrow okay?" He spoke kindly before collapsing onto the bedroll.

Carmen wigged up beside him as they stared up at the billions of stars twinkling back at them from above. “Sli-gooo..." She sighed, murring into his fingers as he gently rubbed between her antennae.

“It has been a weird day, hasn't it." Thomas replied, taking a deep breath. “But at least here we don't have to worry about Rocket Rising showing up unannounced." Carmen nodded enthusiastically in agreement. The two held each other close. When Thomas felt his arousal building, he cleared his throat, pushing the member back down as he readjusted his pants.

“Sli?" Carmen queried before realising what he was doing. “Sli! Sliggoo sli…"

“What?" Thomas said, acting innocent. Then he remembered the promise he had made several days ago. “You're not gonna hold that to me now, are you?" She nodded firmly. “Here?" He whispered. She nodded again. “Anyone can see us. I'll set up the tent-" Her hand dashed out, grabbing his wrist and sticking to it like glue. “Hey! Wait, you're serious?" She nodded, more forcefully that time. “Okay, okay. But if we draw attention I blame you."

Carmen chirped happily as Thomas removed his clothes, her hand leaving a red mark on his wrist as she dissolved the sticky mucous that held him in place. Once naked and on his back, Carmen dove on Thomas's cock, licking it from base to tip with that extra slippery tongue of hers. It was no time at all before he was hard as a rock. But instead of slipping him inside her tight passage, she continued licking him. Thomas wasn't complaining, whatever she wanted to do to him, he was more than happy to let her.

Several snapping twigs brought their attention to a Feraligatr that had happened upon them. “Well, that didn't last long." He pushed against Carmen's head as he tried to find the right words to explain. “We have a kind of special relationship, I mean, she like, she wants to do this, I'm not forcing her, you- you don't need to come over."

The Feraligatr had it's fist balled and ready to flatten the man when Carmen pulled herself off him and with the sexiest tone, spoke to the large pokemon. “Sliggoo. Sli goooo. Sligoo, Sli." She licked Thomas' cock. “Sli." Then she swallowed the whole thing, sucking hard as the man writhed in ecstasy on the sleeping bag. Her mouth popped free, tongue licking her lips. “Goo."

Thomas looked from her mischievous face to the Feraligatr and back. The seven-foot-tall pokemon relaxed it's hand, but still approached. As it did so, a bright red point pushed free between a set of scales at it's groin. Within seconds it had grown to a medium-sized prick. The Feraligatr stopped at Thomas' head and looked down, glarinng at the human laying beneath his ever growing cock.

Thomas gulped, and did what he assumed the pokemon wanted, reaching up to wrap a hand around the glistening member. He began a slow stroking motion, holding the base of the reptile's cock firmly before sliding his hand up towards the tip. It was very smooth and curved, the contours similar to that of a human but thicker around the base, thinner at the head and curving upwards like a nanab berry. The man's ministrations seemed to please the Feraligatr as it let loose a guttural moan, the sound reverberating through the trees.

Thomas initially worried about how loud the Feraligatr was, but was soon focusing on his own nethers as the Sliggoo lashed the tip of his cock with her tongue. “Dammit Carmen…" He smiled, breathing heavy while she stared up at him with her creamy green eyes. Another series of twigs snapped, causing Thomas to look around. Another couple of Feraligatr had appeared, both with their members exposed and throbbing. They stepped over to him, next to the first so as to surround his head. He grabbed one of them with his other hand, but the third grunted unimpressed.

The man could see where this was going, but after last nights experiment with the Rhyperior, he was kinda actually looking forward to it. Thomas let go of the two cocks temporarily while he shuffled up the bedroll to sit. When comfortable he turned his head, taking the nearest Feraligatr cock into his mouth. He looked up to the pokemon, moaning happily as he guzzled the throbbing member while jacking off the other two. There was a part of Thomas' mind that was concerned at how low he'd sunk, allowing several large Feraligatr to use him for their pleasure while a Sliggoo kept his arousal tended to. He felt like it last night, but Thomas had to concede with a Feraligatr cock in each hand and his mouth, he had truly become a pokeslut.

The Feraligatr, not used to having such nimble fingers and small mouth working his privates soon grunted with the need for release, grabbing Thomas' head while slammed his cock as deep down the man's throat as possible. Thomas' eyes bulged at the intrusion, his throat half swallowing, half gagging out of reflex as the bright red cock unleashed its payload almost directly into his belly. Realising what he'd done, the Feraligatr quickly pulled back, his second spurt of seed striking Thomas across the cheek, the man gasping for breath as he lustfully moaned for more.

One of the Feraligatr that he'd been jacking off stepped up to the plate, thrusting his bright red tool towards the mans mouth, and Thomas obliged happily; his spunk-coated throat easily accommodating the turgid member as two more Feraligatr and a few Croconaw wandered up the bank to their supposedly 'out of the way' campsite. All the pokemon had to do was stand there, Thomas doing the Arcanines share of the work as he got them hard with his hands before finishing them off with his mouth. The second Feraligatr opted to pull out just before climax, plastering the man's face in hot poke-cum before chuckling as he stepped back. Thomas took the load with a moan, hungrily swallowing the next cock.

But Carmen was nothing if not a cum-slut herself, and seeing the man's face absolutely covered in the stuff, she couldn't help but try some. Sliding up Thomas' torso, she planted his cock firmly in her tight rippling vagina, the muscles sucking him in until he was fully immersed in the roiling, tight passageway. His moans of ecstasy brought about the third orgasm from the crowd of blue pokemon that had formed, that one - like the last - choosing to spray Thomas' face with his hot seed. But it didn't stay there long as Carmen's tongue quickly wiped his cheeks clean, swallowing the slippery mess before opening her mouth wide for the rest to see.

Suddenly there were two cocks pointed at the pair, and with a shrug, they each took one. After a few moments, it soon became a race, with the Sliggoo using her ultra-prehensile tongue and flexible neck to her advantage, while Thomas used the tightness of his throat and occasionally some light grazing of teeth to his. The two moaned and gulped their respective cocks, eliciting grunts of approval from their owners. Thomas managed to beat the Sliggoo for their first round, the Feraligatr grabbing his head and firmly pushing himself deep like the first one, filling Thomas' belly with creamy goodness. After he pulled out and before the Croconaw that was next in line could step up, Carmen pulled free of the red rocket she was taming to point it at the man's face.

Thomas took the blast square on the chin, not expecting the trick. An explosion of cum splattered across him as the high pressure load was released, the Sliggooo giggling maniacally before plunging her face down onto another bright red cock. Thomas, determined to get her back, practically inhaled the next tapered shaft offered to him. Both he and the Sliggoo were cheek to cheek as they sucked off a pair of Croconaw, the youthful pokemon already on a hair trigger from Thomas' adept hands and requiring little to no effort to bring to climax.

But as the cock Thomas was attending to began to pulse, he quickly withdrew, shoving it instead into Carmen's stunned face. With one releasing his pent up jizz down her throat, the other was not far behind and it was only a matter of seconds before both Croconaw were firing load after load of their hot spunk down Carmen's gullet.

Thomas turned to see who was next and his heart stopped. Looking down on him from well over eight feet above was the massive brute of a Feraligatr. He looked down with a wicked smile, thrusting his hips forward. Pre dripped down on Thomas' nose as he gulped. It wasn't quite to the same epic scale as the Rhyperior, but it would certainly be a challenge to take orally. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, allowing the pokemon to insert however much he wanted. The Feraligatr's grin widened as he slowly pushed forward.

The narrow tip easily passed through Thomas' lips, his tongue pressing the head to the roof of his mouth as he allowed it to slide deeper into his maw. With lips barely halfway down the massive shaft, the cock head pushed against the back of Thomas' throat; fortunately for him it had been numbed after the evening's fun. Sensing hesitation, the pokemon placed a large blue hand on the back of the man's head, pushing the cock past the resistance and down Thomas' cummy throat. The man moaned in respect of the Feraligatr's dominance, swallowing against the intrusion to better please his temporary master.

The Pokemon's horizontal slit met Thomas' lips as he bucked, ensuring the full length of his bright red cock was lodged within before withdrawing to give Thomas a breath. As soon as he was able, the man gasped for air, taking in another huge breath before diving back onto that monster cock of his own accord. The Feraligatr just enjoyed the show, as this human went to town; licking, sucking and deepthroating the pokemon's member.

Carmen had been sitting idle, in awe of Thomas' actions until she remembered the man's erect and throbbing cock deep inside her. It had become easy to forget, her body easily acclimatising to the man's size after several minutes due to the sheer nature of her soft-tissue type. Looking up to the massive blue and red pokemon, she grinned. The Feraligatr wasn't sure what she was up to until Thomas - while taking the pokemon's cock to the hilt - moaned louder than he had all evening, his body shaking.

In one move, the Sliggoo had tightened her passage and begun purring just the way he liked, but with each pur she tightened a ring of muscle at the base of his cock before quickly drawing it upwards, milking him of his precum. It was too much for the man, too many sensations so concentrated after minutes of nothing but warmth. He exploded inside her as his moan reverberated through the massive red cock, human cum flooding the Sliggoo's hungry pussy as she slipped into her own climax. With a shudder, the purple passageway became close to a vacuum in terms of suction, Thomas feeling the head of his cock flush with blood as she tried to pull every last drop of cum from his loins.

Thomas' bucking struggle set the Feraligatr off. The moaning and shaking having brought him to the edge, but seeing the human completely at the mercy of two pokemon delighted that beast to no end. He clamped his grip down on the sides of Thomas' head and poured his pent up frustrations into the man's throat.

It felt like he was trying to drink from a firehose, the sheer volume outpacing his own ability to swallow. And as his belly and throat filled up, the remainder - like that morning - was jettisoned from around his mouth. Globs of Feraligatr cum sprayed from the imperfect seal near the stretched corners of his mouth, a steady dribble running from his nose as well as Thomas began to go dizzy. Carmen could see he was beginning to have trouble, and she quickly got between him and the Feraligatr. Or tried to.

The Blue beast was refusing to let go of the man's head, pumping load after load into the slowly more unconscious man, his hands vainly attempting to protest by pushing the pokemon away, but he would have been too weak even on a good day. Thinking fast, Carmen offered her mouth as well, opening it wide just above the man's head. Finally taking the hint, the Feraligatr withdrew, allowing Thomas to fall to the ground coughing and spluttering. He rammed his cock down Carmen's throat, who was more able to swallow the remaining seed. He used her effectively the same way he had attempted to use Thomas, filling her as full as possible until completely spent. Then with a satisfied grunt he left the two to the now empty campground.

Carmen could hear Thomas' labored breathing and rolled him to his side. She realised she may have let that go too far, as Thomas was unable to be roused through her persistent prodding. Hearing the bubbles of cum forming in his throat, she decided on a drastic method to keep him breathing. She lay down next to him, and placing her lips on his, she pressed her tongue into his mouth. She sucked up the errant cum still lining his teeth and tongue before probing deeper.

Slowly she lapped up the globules of cum sticking to the sides of his throat, scraping them away with her dextrous tongue before scooping it up into her own mouth to swallow. For several minutes she cleared out his airways, always giving him time to breathe after each attempt. Eventually his breathing returned to normal, but he was out cold.

She pulled Thomas into the sleeping bag and nestled up beside him. The last few days had been long, and he'd barely had time to get her out due to her footpad slowing them down. But at least at night she could sleep by his side, safe in the knowledge he would be there for her. He'd proven that today, with the gardener lady and this pack of Feraligatr. He cared for her, and she was more than happy to return the favour.

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