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It took a bit of scrubbing in the staff showers for Thomas to finally get the Toxtricity’s slimy residue off him, but in a rare display of his timing actually being on point for once, he managed to exit the ‘Strummin’ Place’ just as Jeremy rounded the corner up ahead, the Litten sitting atop his new pack triumphantly. Thomas had to admit he wasn’t sure what to expect from his Kommo-o Master, having never really seen him go all out shopping before. But the result was honestly quite impressive. As Jeremy approached he did a turn for the pair. <Whaddaya think?>

Thomas looked over the equipment and marked some things off on a mental checklist. ‘Tent, shovel, skeins, new holsters, enough room for a sleeping bag, separate waterproof pouch for food…’ “Not bad,” he offered, his nod of approval bringing a beaming smile to Jeremy’s face “Didn’t go overboard with trinkets and it looks like you’ve got the essentials. Oh, which reminds me.” Thomas slid his pack off onto the concrete and rustled around in there until he found it. “Here ya go.”

Jeremy gulped, staring at the master ball held in his ex-trainers outstretched hand. <Uh…>

“Take it.” Thomas chuckled, waving the ball around. “I made off with two after the Kyogre thing, you should have one. Just in case.” Jeremy took the ball carefully before stowing it away safely in his bag’s ball pocket, the small fiery cat giving Thomas some shin-rubs while Jeremy jostled the bag about, reorganising things. Sensing some hesitation Thomas just sighed. “It only occurred to me after the Malamar that I could’ve just ended the whole thing with one swing, and honestly, I wish I had. But I won’t make the same mistake next time, and while I hope you never have to make the same choice…”

<It’s not that.> Jeremy hefted the bag up onto his back once more, the litten leaping back on before it got too high. <That ball doesn’t give the pokemon it hits any choice.>

Thomas nodded. “I understand that. But you’re not like the Rocket thugs, you’re not gonna just fling it at the closest rare pokemon because it’d make things so much easier.” He looked at Zye with a cheeky grin. The Zygarde fired back with a sarcastic canid eyebrow waggle. “Better to have and not need, than need and not have.” He slapped his lover on the arm as they turned to head down the street towards the resort district. “‘S what Dad used to say. Besides, if worse comes to worse, you can always just release them later. Most pokecenters can help with that.”

Jeremy flung his arm around Thomas’ shoulder as they walked, marvelling at the wonderful sunset going on around them before reaching the obscenely large doors of a place called the Azure Sands. Thomas took in the resort’s grandeur before continuing on down the road, but his pack was firmly grabbed by a large set of claws. <We stay here.>

Thomas felt his bank card tremble in fear as Jeremy’s tone indicated there would be no debate. “Uh… do you see the bellhops inside?” He tried to reason with his love, gesturing to the immaculately dressed machamps. “They’re wearing crystal waistcoats. Crystal!” The trio stared as one of the machamps gathered an entire family’s collected baggage before waving the owners over towards an elevator on the far wall, his waistcoat appearing crystalline and see-through, with an iridescent sheen sending refracted blues and pinks scattering through the foyer as a beam of sunlight caught it.

<Your point?> Jeremy asked, looking down at his former trainer before making for the doors. Upon entering, the Kommo-o was given a brief look of surprise from the concierge, but allowed to approach. She couldn’t have been any older than Thomas, and was dressed in a blue shirt beneath a similarly designed waistcoat as the machamp’s. Her blonde hair was done up in a bun and looked as though it had been professionally styled only moments before. If Thomas suspected he couldn’t afford the place looking in from outside, he was absolutely certain now.

“Good afternoon, and welcome to the Azure Sands; your gateway to paradise.” Though smiling at Jeremy she looked to the beleaguered Thomas for a response, and was surprised when it was the Kommo-o who spoke.

Jeremy placed his Ranger’s Account card on the desk, before curling and uncurling his fingers mathematically. There was his ‘team’ to consider, as well as Thomas’, Then Zye and his two, plus the Malamar and Rotom. Which is when he spied the sign on the wall regarding rates. ‘Each trainer is allowed six pokemon as part of any booking. Additional Pokemon incur a surcharge’. <Two trainers please, plus three additional Pokemon. For your Penthouse suite.> He turned to Thomas, waiting with an evil grin for the man to translate, but it was his turn to be shocked as he got a reply from the woman.

“Two Trainers and three extra for the Penthouse suite?” She tapped away at a nearby tablet, trying and failing to hide a smirk as her customer did a double take.

“You, uh… understand him?” Thomas muttered before Jeremy could confirm his request.

“My Hakamo-o and I have been together since we were babies. It’s second nature now.” She beamed at the thought of her best friend, who consequently was busy in the restaurant kitchen several floors above. “Don’t You?”

Jeremy looked to Thomas with a shit eating grin. The man cleared his throat and concentrated <It took a while, but eventually I got there.> The Concierge and several nearby customers looked to Thomas with intense curiosity. It wasn’t often that a person was able to speak a pokemon language and actually sound like they make sense, rather than just sarcastically reciting the pokemon’s name repeatedly like an idiot.

It took a few seconds for the foyer to return to some sense of normalcy, though the woman did give an impressed nod as she got back to the task at hand. “So, would you like the Sunrise suite, or the Sunset suite?” She spun the tablet around for Jeremy to look at the screen, but the pokemon had already made the assumption that the rooms faced either east or west giving a view of the atmospheric event they were named for. He tapped the ‘Sunset’ suite with a smile. “You arrived just in time then. Now…” She turned the screen back to face herself before swiping through to the calendar “For how many nights?”

<Tonight is for everyone, but just Him for the following three.> Jeremy gestured to Thomas.

“Poke Pelago?” The concierge asked, a smile on her lips. Jeremy nodded. “Oh, that’s wonderful. You’ll have a great deal of fun.” She thought for a moment before bringing up a new screen on her tablet. “Would you like to book a Ball Transfer for tomorrow afternoon?”

It suddenly occurred to Jeremy that he’d be unable to get there via the pokeball freight system. He coughed a little, clearing his throat to speak before realising he’d not had time to tell Thomas about the injection he’d received from Professor Comosus. <I’d prefer to stay outside my ball, is that okay?>

The woman looked to Thomas for his go ahead, but the man just raised his hands “Not my call anymore. Jeremy here is a fully-fledged Trainer, now.”

The concierge looked a little puzzled before Jeremy showed off the badge on his belt. Without skipping a beat, the woman scanned it with a small stylus, the information regarding his position displayed on her tablet a few seconds later. “Oh. OH!” She exclaimed, a broad smile across her face. “Wonderful news! Congratulations!” She bowed politely towards the beaming Kommo-o before tapping away at her tablet once more. “We’d be more than happy to have you on our shuttle service to the Pelago docks, where you can escort yours and your friend’s Pokemon safely to the islands.” Jeremy sighed with relief. “Will there be anything else tonight?”

<Room service?> Jeremy asked politely.

“Of course, the menu is available on any tablet in your room from the ‘services’ menu.” With that she pressed her stylus to Jeremy’s card and with a confirming beep from the tablet, everything was paid for. A very small part of Thomas had expected a beep of denial from the machine, but he too was relieved as everything seemed in order. It made him wonder exactly how much Jeremy had managed to acquire on that card of his. The concierge then gestured to Thomas and Jeremy to hold out their pokedex, which Thomas did after a bit of shuffling with his shopping bags but Jeremy just held out his wrist. A watch-like device partly covered by one of his plates pinged as the stylus was pressed against it. “Excellent.” The woman’s words snapped Thomas out of his staring. “Your room passes are bound to your pokedexes, should you lose them we can provide a physical key here at reception. But for now, please follow Mala here to your room.”

A well presented Machamp bowed politely before Thomas and Jeremy, grinning as she stared at the Kommo-o’s belt and the badge she’d overheard mentioned just before. Thomas gave his shopping bags to the Machamp to carry, despite her insisting she could carry his pack. Then realising his pack no longer contained Zye’s cube - the green and black figure sitting patiently on his haunches - he relented to the request and gave Mala his pack. “Thank you.” Jeremy however refused with a polite wave, something the Litten seemed to be relieved by as it nestled further into the bag’s top.

“And thank you for choosing Azure Sands.” The concierge said as Thomas, Jeremy, Zye and Mala made their way to the bank of elevators.

Mala directed Jeremy to swipe his pokedex against the metal plate where most elevators would have buttons, and instantly the doors whirred open. They stepped inside, Thomas making sure Zye’s scarf-like appendage was clear of the doorway as it closed.

<So… A trainer?> Mala asked.

<Yep.> Jeremy sighed a little apprehensively. The shopping trip to acquire all his equipment had opened his eyes to the responsibility he’d undertaken, but being recognised by not just the hotel’s human concierge but another pokemon as a trainer, it was all a bit much for him to take.

<Given that design,> Mala pointed to the badge <I’m guessing… Poni?> Jeremy nodded. <Local?>

Jeremy coughed, wondering how they hadn’t reached their floor yet. <I am, he’s from Vandimland.> Thomas waved nervously, not sure if Jeremy was starting to sweet talk the Machamp into something like back in Cannab. Fortunately he was saved by the bell.

With a chime, the elevator came to a stop and Mala stepped out first into a small entryway. Jeremy was next with his Litten still clinging to the pack, followed by Zye and finally Thomas, who looked between two possible doors. As the elevator behind them began to shut, Mala directed them to the western doorway, where she again prompted Jeremy to swipe his pokedex against the doorframe.

With a satisfying silence, the door opened to reveal a glorious cascade of gold and pink light. Thomas saw Jeremy with new eyes, the pink and yellow of his frame lit by the light he had known as his homeland. The dragon pokemon’s shiny hide almost seemed to make sense under that sky, and it was only through Zye’s nudging that Thomas was able to regain his composure and enter the room. He fished out a few coins from his bag as a tip without even thinking, handing them to an appreciative Mala as they took in the view.

The suite was easily twice as big as their room on the S.S. Dianne, with a full kitchenette and a massive living room complete with indoor wading pool that extended out onto the balcony looking over the western section of Hau’oli and the ocean beyond; the other islands barely visible against the fluorescent orange and pink horizon. Mala could tell from the look in Jeremy’s eyes that he hadn’t seen that sight in quite some time, and elected to leave with just a smile and nod to Thomas. The man mouthed a ‘thank you’ before joining his lover on the balcony, wrapping an arm around the pokemon as they took it all in.

The litten - feeling left out - scrambled up Thomas to sit on Jeremy’s shoulder, giving the Kommo-o a human head on one side, and furiously purring cat on the other. He chuckled. <I suppose it is about time for dinner.> Thomas smiled as he stepped away from Jeremy, allowing the new trainer to summon forth his team.

It took close to a minute for the entire crew to be summoned, though Thomas decided it still best to leave the Malamar out of the equation. There was some apprehension regarding Zana given the last time most of the others had seen her, she was incandescently furious. But as she appeared inside the grand penthouse suite, there was a collective sigh of relief; the Zoroark taking one deep breath and sighing <This… this is better.>.

Initially, Zana strode over to Thomas, to give him a huge hug, growling sensually in his ear as Mac and Dusty just rolled their eyes at each other. However, with a regretful sigh, Thomas pointed out that Jeremy was the one covering this particular expense. Expecting Zana to leave him to go hug Jeremy for the sheer mischief of it all, Thomas was surprised when she just hugged him tighter. <I Don’t care. Thank you.> Thomas sighed into her mane and hugged her back.

With food ordered, and Jeremy wishing to fill his little friend in on the happenings of their adventure, Thomas acquired one of the smaller rooms - designed for steel and rock types to relax - for his craft project. It didn’t take long for Zana to show up. Thomas looked up as she made her way into the room, spotting Dusty, Squishy and Carmen relaxing in the pool with the Quilava riding Mac like a rapidash, brandishing the newly rediscovered Skarmory feather like a sabre. Muffled silence descended as Zana closed the door behind her. “So this is where you got to.”

Thomas smiled weakly, his hands covered in paint. The fake ancient bottle was coming along, albeit slowly. “Yeah, got a… thing I have to do.” Zana sat opposite him, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. “Look, I’ve been, well…” He sighed, unable to find the right word, so using the one he was trying to avoid instead “‘Using’ you. For too long, and I didn’t want to drag you into this.” The playful look turned a little more serious as Zana tried to make sense of it. But waiting out the silence, she stared the man down. “Ugh.” Thomas put the brush down, washing it out in a jar of water before a long exhale. “Okay. Fine.” He swallowed. “So, there's this antique shop, guy in it - used to be a Maths teacher - has a bottle chained to a rock. Looks like this.” He held the craft project up for Zana to see.

“Can’t say I know what that is.” Zana admitted. “Why’s it chained to a rock?”

“Well, a hundreds of years back, some pokemon was wreaking havok, so they locked it in the bottle and-”

<Excuse me?!> Zana growled, eyes wide in shock and anger. “Locked it in the bottle? Hundreds of years ago?”

Thomas raised his hands in a sign of defence “Mine and Zye’s reaction too.” Mention of the legendary pokemon seemed to cool Zana’s fire, though not by much. “Guy seemed proud of it, though I think mostly he’s concerned about what might happen if they let it out.

“You think it’s still alive?” Zana asked, wondering if the bottle was like some ancient pokeball able to keep the contained beings within alive for extended periods of time.

“Zye knows it is.” Thomas sighed. “He can feel it.”

Zana took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm herself down. “So…”

“So?”

“So, what are we going to do about it?”

Thomas smiled at his wonderful Mistress. “We are gonna bust it out.”

Zana looked at him contemptuously at first, but when she realised he wasn’t kidding, a strange excitement seemed to brew within her. “I’m in.”

“I didn’t-” Zana’s cleared throat stopped Thomas’ voice in its tracks. “Welcome aboard.”

“So what’s with the… bottle?” Zana asked, prodding the strange pink and gold creation with a claw.

“Here’s the plan. I-We break in through the skylight - Gem can disable the security system - and head for the ‘Bottle Room’. Once there, we swap the old one for the new one, and high-tail it before we’re caught.”

“What about the bottled Pokemon?” Zana asked, a hint of concern in her tone.

“Right, so this hotel we’re gonna need to keep clean and clear, don’t want to pop it out and go nuts. And doing so in the store might attract attention from anyone walking past. Figured we could bring it to one of the parks outside the city. If it really is as big of a troublemaker as they say it is, the local pokecenter might be adverse to heal it, or even dob us in to the local cops. Which I’d like to avoid.” He added.

“And Zye’s okay with this?”

‘Yes.’ The voice came from everywhere, but was quieter than usual. Zana jumped at the sudden mental vocalisation. ‘I’d hoped to avoid Thomas getting involved in such… criminal matters, but as the task requires stealth and an ‘artistic flare’ to succeed, I would be unable to accomplish it on my own without getting caught. And given we had just recently inquired as to the bottle’s history, I fear we would both be ‘prime suspects’. Is that the correct phrase?’

Thomas nodded, despite Zye being well out of sight. “Figured Jeremy is busy with his newest addition, and will probably be a bit on the exhausted side tonight what with the day we’ve had. So I thought I’d sneak off a little after midnight with Zye. But if you’re offering…” He looked to Zana, the plan unfurled before her.

She took a few contemplative breaths before giving a small explanation. “So, my ‘illusions’, they are a mind-to-mind thing. You’ll still show up on security cameras.”

“That’s what Gem’s here for.” A lightning-bolt shaped arm popped out from the earpiece to give Zana it’s interpretation of a thumbs up. “We get close, Gem either disables or overloads the system, then we make our way inside.”

“Won’t there be someone watching the cameras?”

Surprisingly, Gem popped out of the earpiece fully to field that answer. <Allo-Alola Security are the organisation that watches over the store. I have estimated their response time to be approximately twenty three minutes and forty seconds given local traffic conditions - nil - assuming their patrol position is at the far end of Iki Town from Route One. Standard Patrol Protocol for Allo-Alola Security is two officers, minimum two pokemon each. The patrol route takes approximately one hour and thirty minutes walking, with thirty minutes rest between patrols. The optimum time to attempt this rescue would be to gain entry to the warehouse at one forty seven AM, though that is entirely dependant on the exact time of their departure from the offices here in Hau’oli.>

Thomas, having not understood a word Gem had said, was relying on his memory of the Rotom’s description to him during the planning stage with Zye over the last hour or so. “So we hit it around quarter to two so if we do trip something, security is far enough away we can still do what we want and get out intact. With you able to run interference-”

“Oh no. No, I’m coming in with you.” Zana was not asking. There would be no debate.

“Okay. Looks like Zye is still on watch duty.” Thomas relented, picking up the brush again, the previous coat of paint having dried enough for the next coat to be applied.

‘I am more than capable of that task.’ Zye stated. Thomas was unsure as to whether his readiness to put Zana in the role had caused the legendary to feel as though the man had less faith in him given the curtness of the Zygarde’s tone. ‘Jeremy seeks you.’ The last comment snapped Thomas out of it, the man putting the bottle down. He left the room quietly and quickly, Zana alone with the bottle, and Zye’s thoughts.

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Getting up onto the warehouse roof was far easier than it would have been without his Zoroark Mistress by his side. The timer for their little escapade would start as soon as the security system was dealt with, and he wanted to make sure he was in a good position to start, not having to worry about climbing walls or crawling between skylights. In the end it was Gem who helped the most; with both getting into position and helping deal with the cameras. Flying the Mistress’ chain up to a protruding bolt, it was able to give Thomas enough purchase to scale the warehouse walls between camera pans of that wall, with the few passersby thrown off the scent with Zana’s illusory skill.

Once on the camera-free roof, they were able to sneak into position, with Thomas’ barebones knowledge of lockpicking leading to several minutes worth of grumpy swearing, until with a click the skylight latch came loose. With a nod, the three agreed it was now or never. Gem Slipped into an air duct, hunting for the security network’s local server, Thomas and Zana waiting for the little red light on the in-store camera below them to flicker off.

As soon as it was clear, Thomas lowered himself and Zana down into the bottle room via the chain, Gem joining them as they took a good look at the plinth before them. She looked to the bottle on the stone and humphed. “You missed a bit.” She pointed out several scratches and dents on the bottle not present in Thomas’ creation.

“Well, I only had my memory and some blurry pictures to go by, I did my best.” He tried not to sound like a scolded growlithe, but Zana wasn’t paying attention either way. She grabbed the bag thomas had the bottle in and rifled around for the paint. She’d made him bring it just in case, and being proven right, Thomas doubted he’d hear the end of it.

Retrieving the black paint and one of the rags he’d used to clean the brush, she smeared a tiny amount of the black pigment on it and rubbed most of it off with another part of the rag. She then applied it in gentle strokes across all the parts she felt needed it, until a full five minutes later she was happy with the result. “Better.” The sheer pride and superiority in her voice was near deafening to the man, as Thomas took the bottle from her. He had to admit, she’d done an amazing job.

“Right, now the hard part.” He looked to the bottle on the stone plinth and the chains holding it in place. One particular chain had welded upon it a metal cylinder which surrounded the bottle’s stopper in such a way as to keep it on. This he hadn't planned on. “Shit.”

“Shit?” Zana growled.

“I thought there were locks. Not just… bolts.” He realised he’d not brought any form of welding equivalent. Even the Quilava might have been useful, but he’d left everyone but Zana, Zye and Gem back in the room, sleeping soundly. He pinched his nose thinking. Then it hit him. “Gem?” The little glowing bundle of sparks popped out of Thomas’ head - a sight Zana was still not used to - and bobbed enthusiastically in the air. “I’m gonna need you to find a wrench to fit that bolt.” He pointed to the roughly smithed square bolt head sticking out of the stone. “I think I saw some old tools, two, maybe three aisles… that way.” He pointed in a direction beyond the walls of the enclosed space. Gem saluted and flew up into a duct.

“Why don’t you just go and get the right one?” Zana asked, crossing her arms.

“Only one door in and it’s locked from the other side. That’s why we took the skylight. If the lock is still intact, then the owner guy won’t suspect anything’s happened. Hopefully.” Thomas’ answer seemed to be enough for Zana as she paced back and forth nervously. Another couple of minutes later and Gem returned with an old shifting wrench, it’s gears rusted shut, but surprisingly close to the needed diameter of the bolt. “Okay, I reckon if I just get this one out, there should be enough slack to pull the bottle free.”

He slid the wrench around the bolt and with a nod to the other two watching on in anticipation, Thomas gave it his all. At first there was no movement, the man wishing he’d brought someone stronger along to give it their best. But after a few hard yanks on the bar a small trickle of stone dust fell from behind it. “Damn, that’s a tough one.” He said, smiling, gaining only a degree or two with each hard pull. But as the seconds turned to minutes, each pull was met with more and more clearance until finally the bolt fell out of it’s stony hole with a clanking thud. Thomas collapsed against one of the walls. “Fuh… hooo… I… I really… damn.” He panted as Zana shook her head, the tiniest smirk of amusement across her muzzle.

Leaving Thomas to his rest, Zana carefully threaded the chains around the bottle until she was able to pull it free. But it was only clear of the metal for several seconds when the vessel began shaking violently. Zana - in a fit of panic - lobbed the bottle towards Thomas, who managed to catch it just as the stopper came loose.

A swirling black and pink cloud erupted into the room, followed by what would have been a menacing voice, if it didn’t sound so weak. <Where is she… wh- where?> A small greyish pink figure a little over a foot in height fell to the floor in front of the man. <W… where…>

“Hey, hey, calm down. It’s okay.” Thomas attempted to soothe the pokemon, but reaching out to hold it, the pokemon flailed it’s arms around, striking the man with a heavy golden ring. Had there been much strength behind it, Thomas figured it would have hurt. But in it’s present state, that pokemon was hurting nobody. “Here, water.” He quickly pulled a skein from his bag, having intended to give it to the beleaguered pokemon later on. He also retrieved an Oranberry treat. “Eat this, it’ll help.”

The pokemon looked from Thomas to Zana, it’s eyes sunken and dull. The Zoroark could tell Zye had been right about it’s survivability. Too much longer and it might not have lived to be released. It cautiously reached for the water, sipping it first before gulping down the contents. Then it snatched the treat, practically inhaling the food as Thomas produced another one. Guzzling that along with the last of the water, the pokemon turned to Thomas, his expression a mix of curiosity and accusatory rage. <Where is the Melemele Kahuna? Where is Atana Sue’le!>

Thomas again tried to comfort the pokemon with hand gestures, but they weren’t working. “Probably long dead.” The pokemon looked around the enclosed room, a little puzzled as to their current location. “It’s been hundreds of years since-”

<HUNDREDS!?> The Sheer volume of the voice was enough to cause everyone that wasn’t recently released from a mystical prison a very real sense of panic that their little endeavour was at risk of being discovered.

Without thinking Thomas grabbed the pokemon, covering it’s mouth with his hand. As soon as he realised what he’d done, he slowly removed the palm to see a very angry face behind. “Sorry, it’s just-”

‘We… we… are trying… to… rescue…’ The voice was distant and broken, the walls and eclectic objects filling the antique store interfering with Zye’s ability to speak. But the desired effect was gained as the little greyish pink figure turned in Thomas’ lap to face him properly.

<You seek to free me?> It looked over to the chained plinth, his prison bottle beside Thomas, and the forgery on the floor beside that. <Why? To control me?>

Thomas looked offended at the accusation. “No! Never.” He placed the pokemon gently on the floor. “No pokemon should be locked up. Like that or any other way.” Zana beamed at her trainer’s words, cementing exactly why she’s stayed with him through everything. “Zye- my Zygarde friend, he felt your presence in that bottle, he felt you were near death. So we…”

<Freed me.> The pokemon took a deep breath. <Thank you.> With each breath, both he and Zana could see the pokemon’s colour return. The muted pink turned near fluorescent as the grey saturated into a light lilac. <You two shall be spared my wrath.>

<Woah woah woah…> Zana protested.

“Hold on, just, just wait a sec.” Thomas tried to think fast. Talking circles, and verbalising puzzles, getting people to agree to giving him just a bit of change or keeping them entranced with a story, this was his element. And he needed to get back into it. He at least had the pokemon’s attention, so he started with that. “I am really glad you’re okay, that was something we… we honestly weren’t sure about.” He gestured to the bag, as though asking permission. The pokemon nodded and Thomas pulled out one of the rectangular blue bottles and gave a brief spritz into the air.

At first the pokemon looked curiously at the fine mist coalescing into larger droplets as it fell, but with wide eyes it looked at the concoction and stepped into what was left of the potion’s effect. Thomas, hoping he wasn’t making a decision that would bite him in the arse, doused the pokemon with the Max Potion. <That feels amazing! All my wounds, my muscles, so… energised.>

“Look, I have no doubt you’ve got history with the people of Hau'oli.” Thomas wove his words carefully around the enticing puffs of Max Potion. “I’d be pretty pissed if I were locked up like that.”

The pokemon growled, turning to face Thomas with a disappointed glare. <You wish for me to leave these people unpunished?> It spat at Thomas’ feet, discerning the man’s motivations accurately… to an extent. <Humans. Only looking out for other humans->

It barely got through it’s last word before Zana’s hand slapped the diminutive being so hard it span through the air into the wall. <HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!> The room around them began to fade into darkness, demonic flames stretching down from the ceiling. Thomas could see a mixture of emotions flash across the freed pokemon’s face, from anger to fear and just about everything else between. <Thomas has put pokemon before other humans time and time again. He’s risked his life more than I can count, and is risking more than I can describe by being here tonight, saving your sorry, pathetic arse.>

The pokemon looked between the truthful rage burning in Zana’s eyes to the shocked obedience of Thomas’. With silence once more falling upon the room, it nodded for Thomas to continue. “All I ask is this; That fake bottle can stay here, pretending to be your own. If it remains undiscovered, great. You’ve duped an entire island into believing you’re still trapped. If it’s opened and you don’t pop out, they might think you dead, or that someone pulled this trick off a long while ago. But if you go out there causing trouble, I guarantee you, you’ll regret it.”

<And why exactly is that?> It smirked.

Thomas produced the masterball from his bag. “This is a modern version of that.” Thomas pointed to the bottle. “Except you get no choice in when you’re summoned. Other devices can be used to take you out of this and put you somewhere you can never escape, no matter how hard you try. And the worst part is, for you at least” Thomas leaned over, his voice going menacingly soft “As long as you’ve got enough money, anyone can get one.”

The pokemon’s eyes went wide as it realised what Thomas meant. It looked nervously at the ball. <So why do you have it?>

Thomas sighed. “A very bad man tried to catch one of my friends with this. I took it off him. If things had gone badly tonight, if I had to protect my friends,” He looked to Zana. “I wouldn’t have thought twice.” Thomas swallowed hard, staring the pokemon in the eye as he slid the ball back in his bag. “I’m not going to stop you from leaving. In fact, I encourage it. Get away from these islands. It’s a big world out there, see what’s changed in the last few hundred years. Just… get away from Alola. Please. Don’t give these people an excuse to lock you up again.”

The plea echoed through the silent room, Zana having pulled back her illusion so the three of them could talk. ‘There is three minutes remaining.’

It was Thomas’ turn to shout. “WHAT? THREE?!” The other two pokemon stared at his outburst. Zana prompted him to elaborate. “Security incoming, three minutes.” Thomas rambled, grabbing both bottles, trying to decide which was the real one. The other pokemon grabbed its bottle and in doing so brushed against Thomas’ pokedex. ‘Hoopa, Psychic/Ghost type. It gathers things it likes and passes them through its loop to teleport them to a secret place.’ Thomas stared at it for a moment before Zana yanked the other bottle from his grip, wedging it into the space left vacant from their so-far successful rescue. While she hurriedly slid the chains around and through the large hole in the bottle’s design, Thomas passed the chain through the bolt and began tightening it again.

<Well thank you for the rescue, I suppose I am in your debt.> And with that the Hoopa enlarged the ring in it’s hand, throwing the bottle through. Zana, seeing a potential way out, tapped Thomas on the arm, pointing to the ring and the strange void that now filled it. But before either of them could react - let alone ask for a lift - the Hoopa disappeared through it’s portal, with the ring popping shut, a metallic slurp sucking the ring’s matter through until there was nothing left.

<That little->

“Another time.” Thomas grunted, yanking at the wrench as he got the bolt to where he hoped it had been before. Seeing the small pile of stone dust on the floor beneath the bolt, he quickly brushed it away, scattering it across the floor with the dry part of the rag before shoving everything of theirs in his bag. He handed the Melmetal-forged chain back to Gem who quickly flew up to the skylight, looping it back over the latch as he began to pull himself up.

But Gem quickly zipped back down to Thomas. ‘They are here.’ The fear in Gem’s voice instantly made Thomas regret bringing the Rotom, putting it in this position. With a resigned growl he doubled his efforts, his arms already aching from the wrench-pulling over the course of the night, and the thickness of the chain - or lack thereof - causing his hands to slip against the metallic links. But with a final heave and a helping hand from a much more nimble Zana, he was able to pull himself up and over, clearing the skylight as Gem shut it gently. And not a moment too soon as light poured out from the room below. Thomas couldn’t help himself but peek over the edge to the figures below. Two security officers and the owner quickly checked the room.

Thomas rolled onto his back next to a worried Zana as the light turned off. “Did it.” He muttered, smiling but otherwise trying to keep quiet. He knew they could not rest, rolling over to start crawling towards the gutter. “Quick, before they turn the cameras back on.”

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As much as Thomas didn’t want to be discovered by security - let alone arrested - what he really didn’t want was the third-degree from Jeremy upon his return. The Kommo-o had accepted Thomas’ need to wander and allowed him to leave, even bringing Zye and Zana with him. But he could tell from their mutterings and giggles that some sort of mischief had been committed, and demanded answers.

Zye did attempt to take the full blame - which Jeremy would have accepted - but Zana then stood up to defend Thomas’ choices as being partly her doing, and things seemed to snowball from there. It wasn’t fun having his Master and Mistress debate each other on the merits of his actions, and although he tried to interject here and there, it was largely left with Jeremy striding into one of the Trainer bedrooms and slamming the door behind him. Zana - incensed - then stormed into the other with the Quilava in tow, locking the door behind her.

With a sigh, Thomas chose to settle down on the couch as Zye changed back to his larger serpent forme to wrap around Titan and the Luxray in the corner. His Master and Mistress needed time to cool off, and his presence would only complicate that. But just as he was about to drift off and let the madness of the night consume him, he felt a small hand wrap around his arm and pull him sideways off the couch.

Eyes blearily opening in a state of panic, Thomas had only a moment to react before he fell face first into a pile of old coins. “Fuh! Wha? Fu…” Thomas thrashed around, trying to get a bearing on the world around him. But all there was was glittering gold, gems, trinkets and the occasional piece of clothing. And the Hoopa. “Wha… where?” He blathered, blinking in an attempt to make the world not as dark.

<My safe place.> The Hoopa responded, staring at Thomas’ head with intense curiosity. It tapped the earpiece and Gem popped out in a burst of sparks and static. <Gah!>

“Leave Gem alone.” Thomas attempted to demand, but the disorientation of being yanked through time and space combined with the squealing feedback of the mic attached to his head was causing the man some distress. The Hoopa, still bearing a look of confusion, allowed the little pokemon to return to it’s hiding spot. Thomas took a few deep breaths to centre himself before explaining. “Gem translates for me.”

<Does it now?> The hoopa said flatly. <That would explain a few things. Your Zoroark though, she speaks the… ‘modern’ human tongue well.> It took a deep breath, taking a moment to observe the man as Thomas gathered himself. <Slave or pet?>

“Excuse me?” Thomas coughed in shock.

<Is she your slave, or your pet?> The Hoopa asked again. <No free pokemon would stand like she did and speak of you so highly. So which is it?>

Thomas had to remind himself that times had changed. Given how the strange pokemon had spoken of ‘humans’ before like they were some sort of filth to be kicked off one’s boot made a semblance of sense if all it’s previous interactions with mankind had been negative. Part of him wanted to plead humanity’s case, at the very least try to reason that they weren’t as bad as they seemed. But most of that would either fall on deaf ears or simply prove the pokemon’s point in regards to Bruno, the Cogmen and so on. But there was one way. “You’ve got it the wrong way around.” He smiled. “I’m her pet.”

It was several seconds of silence with the Hoopa trying to decipher any hidden meaning in those words before it broke out into hysterical laughter. Thomas waited with an increasingly contemptuous glare for the Hoopa to calm itself. It took several minutes for the pink and purple being to stop rolling around the pile of coins clutching its belly in mirth. <You… her pet?>

“It’s a complicated relationship. But as much as I am her trainer, she is my Mistress.”

<And who’s your Master? A Pangoro? HAhahahahaha…>

<Nope, that’d be the eight-foot tall Kommo-o in the other room.> Thomas growled in Jeremy’s tongue, causing the Hoopa to pause. “As I said, it’s a complicated relationship.” Thomas looked around at the assortment of valuables and other random objects littering the area. “Your ‘Safe’ place huh?” He picked up a pile of coins, allowing them to slip through his fingers one by one. “Homey.”

<Well, I haven’t exactly had much time to spruce the place up in the last six hundred and fifty eight years.> It grumbled, picking up a ruby the size of Thomas’ fist and pitching it into the void surrounding them. The momentary bout of annoyance subsiding, it turned back to Thomas. <Why?> The man looked puzzled so the Hoopa elaborated. <Why risk capture, the capture of your mistress, and of your ‘Gem’... for me? Humans-> it touched it’s still sore cheek from where Zana paw had slapped earlier <-‘most’ humans, are selfish.>

“Not wrong there.” Thomas admitted with a shrug. “Not all of us want to be that way though. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve met my fair share of assholes, been threatened with a knife, a gun, an assortment of powerful pokemon, almost died a few times. But it’s all worth it.”

<Worth it? For what?>

Thomas sighed. “Thugs burned down my house while I was at school, my family…died. After then, it was just… me. They tried putting me in foster families, but I still felt just so alone. And when I was old enough to take care of myself, I wanted to make a new family. But there are rules and laws regarding training pokemon - probably a lot more than the last time you were out - and I didn’t meet those requirements.” He looked out into the inky blackness. “For years I tried to get qualified, but… it just didn’t happen. And then I met him.” He smiled warmly, though couldn’t shake the look of sadness entirely. “Jeremy opened my eyes. Through him I got my certifications, I became a trainer. And beside him I found my new family, one by one. And when he- when we…”

Thomas had to take a deep breath to stop himself from tearing up. The Hoopa realised in that moment how much the man truly cared for his pokemon. They weren’t pets, or slaves, or merely friends. They truly were his family. “I was alone. And in a cave. And Zana found me. She kept me moving, kept me positive, kept me sane until I was back in Jeremy’s arms again. It was then I knew, this was where I was destined to be; with them. With all of them.”

The Hoopa considered the man’s passion, the love pouring out of every word, every syllable. <Thank you.> It offered with a bow. <Thank you for risking all of that.>

“I’m just glad we weren’t too late.” The man said weakly.

<Another few years and you might have been.> The Hoopa morbidly replied. <Though tell me, when you say Mistress…>

Thomas cleared his throat, ready to deflect or otherwise sidestep the phanpy in the room before realising he had no need. The Hoopa wouldn’t dob him into the authorities, and given how Thomas referred to being the subordinate in the relationship, he doubted it would be too angry with him regarding mistreating his lovers. He sighed, smiling. “Yes. It’s as it sounds.” The Hoopa smirked at Thomas’ admission. “Though it’s not purely sexual, not for most of them at least.” He thought of Carmen and her intense desires.

<So… you have some ‘experience’ with Pokemon, do you?> The Hoopa grinned wryly.

Thomas shook his head with a smile. “Not every pokemon I meet. But yeah, most of them.” He sighed. “Back when I met Jeremy, my Zygarde friend - the one who spoke into your head earlier - well he kinda messed with our minds a little. Dropped our inhibitions and paved the way for… other things.” The Hoopa at first looked amused, then began to scowl as the meaning behind Thomas’ words began to seep in. “At first I didn’t know, none of us did, except him. When I found out, we-I made him promise to only ever mess with my or any other pokemon’s auras if it were necessary to save lives.” Dr. Hazel’s stern look flashed before Thomas’ eyes, the man gulping at the secret he might have let slip.

But if the purple and pink pokemon had an inkling that Thomas could see such things, it didn’t make that fact known. <So, allow me to understand correctly. This ‘Zygarde’ of yours, altered your aura> it gestured the the space around Thomas <and the auras of those around you when it perceived you were in some sort of danger. And you asked for that to stop?> Thomas blinked in confusion. He’d assumed a pokemon locked away for hundreds of years would be adverse to the kind of manipulation he’d described. <Forcing someone to do something against their will is of course a terrible thing.> It mused, smiling mischievously. <But giving them enough control and permission to do the things they desire, that is something else.>

The Hoopa’s eyes began to glow with a wicked green balefire, sending sparkling glimmers across the gold pieces covering the dark landscape. “Uh… I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.” Thomas gulped, wondering what he’d managed to get himself into.

<I cannot thank you enough for what you have done this night,> The Hoopa spoke, it’s words seemingly louder despite being almost whispered <Yet there is one last thing I wish to ask of you.> It turned from Thomas, pushing aside a pile of coins to reveal the bottle the man had only recently risked so much to acquire. With a smile intended to be innocent, but coming off altogether wicked, the Hoopa handed the bottle over. <Unbind me.>

Thomas looked to the bottle, then to the very unchained Hoopa before him. The diminutive lilac pokemon fiddled with the golden rings around one of it’s horns. “U-unbind you? I thought-”

<You have freed me, that much is true.> The Hoopa interrupted. <But there is still so much of me left in that bottle. With it I can do amazing things. Truly amazing.> It reached out into the darkness as though stretching to pick a fruit in a far off tree. Then a mournful expression passed over it’s face, while not particularly hammed up or generally overacted, Thomas could see right through the facade, giving a cynical eyebrow raise in response. <Fine.> It harrumphed. <I need someone else to give the command. To unbind me.> Sensing another chance it smiled again, gesturing to the vast wealth surrounding it. <I will gi->

“Hoopa?” Thomas’ voice stopped the pokemon mid temptation. “You are unbound.” And with that, Thomas dramatically yanked the top off the bottle. The Hoopa looked a little surprised that his usual spiel regarding wishes and wealth and all that was passed off as unnecessary. But before it could ponder why Thomas of all people would not care for such things, it was tugged sharply towards the bottle.

What followed was like the reverse of a smoke grenade going off, with a glittery purple mist quickly coalescing into a plume of thick gas surrounding the Hoopa’s lower half, both it and the vapour floating through the air as they were sucked back into the bottle with the sound of a cork popping back in, the ornate top wedged into the neck as quickly as it had been pulled off. Then there was silence.

Thomas took a deep breath, holding the bottle away from him as though it were to go off like a firecracker. But after several seconds, still nothing had happened. He was ready to lower his guard and inspect the vessel closely, when the stopper practically exploded off the end, sending the rest of the bottle flying out of Thomas’ hands, ricocheting off the pile of coins littering the floor and careening off into the darkness.

The last remnants of the sound of the bottle whizzing away died down, leaving the man once again in silence. Thoughts of what had happened slowly turned into wondering when the Hoopa was coming back, and how Thomas was supposed to get back to Alola. He was about to stand and have a proper look around when he felt a tapping on his shoulder. Thomas’ heart sank as the otherwise empty space felt so much more claustrophobic that it had before, his head turning slowly to face the one that had sought his attention. And his blood froze when all he saw was a massive disembodied lilac hand floating behind him.

<Muuuuch betterrrr…> The booming growl echoed through the nothingness as beyond the hand Thomas could barely make out the glowing green eyes of something in the darkness. It was big. Very, very big. The coins beneath him shifted with each step, the ones free to rattle and clink doing so with ease as the bulky mass made it’s way ever closer. <Behold, Human. Behold… Thomas.> Whatever passed for a light source in this place suddenly shifted it’s focus from where Thomas was sitting to the being steadily striding in from the darkness. <My TRUE form.>

Thomas knelt in awe at the figure as it came to a stop several feet away. The Hoopa was no longer the tiny, cute little pokemon it once was. Now it stood three times the man’s height, with a physique to match. There were two floating hands like before, only more defined and less mitten-like, each finger easily the width of Thomas’ wrist. Two legs the width of tree trunks stood atop clawed feet that sank into the coins up to the ankle. Above those the being’s hips spread out into a circular body as a spade-shaped tail flitted behind. And staring down from atop it all was a face that seemed to the man to sit somewhere between draconic and demonic with intense pink hair flickering back from it like an unruly flame and blackened horns protruding from either side adorned with golden rings.

There was a gulp and squeak of recognition from the man at the sheer power of the figure before him. Deciding he wasn’t done showing off, the Hoopa shook it’s body, bending over above Thomas as the four spikes across it’s sides disconnected to reveal another two pairs of disembodied hands, all of them now descending on the dwarfed figure below. Those four massive hands wrapped themselves around each of Thomas’ limbs, pulling him off the coin covered floor to better see the might and majesty of the unbound pokemon. They held the man in place while the other two alternated between resting on Hoopa’s hip and tapping it’s chin. <Hmmm… You are a good size for a human.> It considered, the chin tapping finger gesturing for the others to turn Thomas about so it could get a good look at him.

“A, uh… ‘Good Size’?” Thomas muttered, unable to see the pokemon as he was turned to face away.

<Hmmm, lets see.> The two free hands darted over to Thomas, the pointed tips hooking inside the collar of his shirt and waistband of his pants before pulling down sharply with a quick tear.

“Fuck!” The exclaimation faded off into the darkness, a lack of echo once more bringing the size of this place to the forefront of his mind before Thomas was once again spun about to face the unbound Hoopa.

<Well, you are certainly on the upper end of what I’ve come to witness of your species.> The Hoopa chuckled as it stared at Thomas’ slowly engorging member. <But that would have been more of interest to me an hour ago. Right now though…> It grinned wickedly as Thomas felt a clawed digit teasingly run along his inner thigh <There’s another ‘size’ I wish to check.> Thomas braced himself for the inevitable, and after a moment’s tension from the pokemon’s attempt at a dramatic pause, his pucker was pierced.

Thomas moaned as the thick finger wormed it’s way into his back passage, the man astounded at how far it was able to get unlubricated, and the lack of intense pain at such an act. But the look of surprise soon left his face only to land upon the Hoopa’s, replaced instead by a semblance of pained bliss as the knuckles popped one by one into his tamed rear. It was only a matter of seconds before the Hoopa’s finger was pushed in to the palm. “Oh fuck…” Thomas sighed, smiling as he was held in place a good twenty feet off the ground by now five massive hands.

<Interesting.> The Hoopa mused, stepping closer as it seemed to look almost through Thomas. It’s last remaining unoccupied hand brushed gently against Thomas’ chest before pricking his skin just across his heart. Thomas winced, but looked on in curiosity as the pokemon brought the drop of blood to it’s tongue and tasted his captive human. It was several seconds before the green and gold eyes dilated to their extreme, the hands losing their grip for a split second before the Hoopa could regain control. It took a deep breath, which felt almost like a hurricane to Thomas when it exhaled. <This… Zygarde.> It growled. <How close are you to it?>

Thomas shuddered at the timbre of the pokemon’s voice, the reverberations passing through him via its hands. “I, we have gotten close.” Thoughts of the pokemon mounting himself then Zana flitted through his mind.

<How close?> It asked in the loudest whisper Thomas had ever experienced.

“We’ve fucked, if that’s what you’re asking.”

<I see.> It thought a moment before adding <How many times?>

“Twice.”

The Hoopa pulled its digit free of Thomas’ arse. <That should have hurt. Did it?>

Thomas felt the relief of his arse being emptied, but aside from a minimal amount of sting from each knuckle passing his ring, it had just felt pleasurable. “Nnnno?…” He began to think of all the large insertions he’d taken but was interrupted.

<How have your ‘experiences’ been since that coupling?> The tone was far more serious than it had been, an amount of concern slowly washing through the Pokemon’s voice. <Specifically, the larger ones?>

Thomas thought, the act of doing so really putting into perspective exactly how many pokemon he’d fucked in the last month. “Uh, fine I guess, what do you-”

<You are pliable.> It stated, curiosity and concern equal in tone. <More than a human should be.>

Thomas thought back to his interaction with Zye and Zana in the park, the canid’s words pushing through his mind for clarity. ‘They would be neither Zygarde, nor whatever counterpart I chose to bear them…’ “Are…” Thomas tried to make sense of it. “Are you saying Zye’s cum… changed me?”

Hoopa pulled the man in close, his tongue licking out across Thomas’ chest causing the man to sigh lustfully while the pokemon tasted the blood once more. <Human… pokemon… both, neither.> It shook it’s head. <All meaningless terms. What you are is unique.> The mischievous grin returning. <And I crave unique.> Thomas looked on as he was pulled down past the toothy grin to the Hoopa’s buff circular chest. <I’ve had plenty of humans, while bound.> He was nearing the pokemon’s pelvis when it came into view. A bright pink cock, almost as long as Thomas’ arm stood proud from the Hoopa’s waist, several golden medial rings adorning it’s massive length. Thomas wasn’t sure what he should have expected, but the human-like glans at it’s tip was not at the top of that list. <Perhaps you will be the first, like this.>

The initial awe of such a monster was quickly filed away by what remained of the logical part of Thomas’ mind that hadn’t been fucked into oblivion. It was longer than the Rhyperior’s member, - easily twice as thick - and the Hoopa was fixing for a proper introduction. Thomas gulped. No one could possibly survive what was being suggested to take place, and as much as Thomas wanted to stop the proceedings he just couldn’t abandon the curiosity that had just been raised. Sure, he’d taken some girthy members, some damn long ones too. Even before coupling with Zye. What if his genetics had been changed? Wouldn’t it be best to find out? What better time than now? “Please…” what little concern Thomas had for his own welfare bubbled to the surface. “Just… take it slow.”

The lilac hands manoeuvred Thomas so he was against the pokemon’s chest, face level with the toothy grin of the twenty-foot-tall Hoopa while the bulbous tip of its member pressed gently against his rear entrance. With a mischievous grin he leaned down to whisper in the man’s ear. <Only until you prove my suspicions right.> And with that, the four hands wrapped around Thomas’ limbs allowed gravity to take control.

At first it felt like he was being seated upon a fleshy pole not too dissimilar to the bollards dotted throughout Milra’s pedestrian areas; installed to prevent vehicles from driving where they shouldn’t. His hole was indeed stretching, but there was far too much meat for it to spread appropriately. Thomas’ breath grew haggard as the hands began to tug gently down on his legs, the rhythmic yanks widening his hole inch by inch until with a gasp the softball-sized head popped inside. “Ah-ah-uh, F-f-f hu-hu…Sh-shi-” He moaned between breaths, unsure if the bearable pain he was feeling was just what the shock was allowing through to his mind, or if somehow he truly was just getting desensitised to it all.

<Good, Thomas.> Hoopa growled, the throaty reverberations rolling through his torso into the meaty rod atop which the man was perched. The two spare hands began stroking comfortingly down Thomas’ sides as Hoopa attempted to calm him. <But we are not done yet.> With Hoopa grinning a cruel grin, the two hands on his sides held Thomas in place as the others on his limbs gradually pulled him down.

Inch by painful inch he descended, eyes wide in a combination of lust, terror and pain as he spotted a steadily growing bulge across his belly just behind his cock. And then it hit him. “FUCK!” The girthy glans squashing his prostate so forcefully that Thomas lost control of his own orgasm. Thick ropes of human cum loosed themselves from Thomas’ erect member, firing off into the dark unknown of the void in Hoopa’s chest. The pokemon looked down and grinned, before running an oversized tongue up alongside Thomas’ face. The playful lick turned into a visceral tonguing as Hoopa’s lips descended on the man’s in ferocious passion.

Thomas’ eyes went from squinted shut to wide open as the muscle invaded his throat, thrusting with a fervour that he knew was intended for something much lower. But those dilated pupils were shut away once more as Hoopa gave a playful tug on the man, shoving inside him an extra few inches worth of thick pink cock. Thomas felt the first of several golden rings press against his taut pucker, halting the progress. <Hmmm…> The Hoopa growled as he pulled his tongue free of the man. <The first of three. Are you ready?> Thomas took a deep breath in and nodded almost imperceptibly. <Wonderful.>

This time it was definitely pain he felt, as the hands gripping his legs clenched tighter and gave a sharp downwards yank. His ring slipped over it’s counterpart, and the brief moment of slackened muscle caused a further four inches of girthy cock to ram itself deep inside before being hilted up to the next golden band. A silent scream pierced the darkness, Thomas’ mouth gaping while his eyes stared out past the Hoopa’s wild pink hair into the nothingness above. Again, the lilac beast gave his human toy a moment to catch his breath, hands stroking down the man’s sides and back in an attempt to comfort him. But with near to a foot of the pokemon’s shaft buried inside him, there was little space for his lungs to expand, so his breaths were short and sharp.

What caught the Hoopa off-guard was the sensation of each intake of air on the rest of Thomas’ body. One breath after another he could feel the man’s insides shift and twist, as though his body was acclimatising to the girthy intruder. A trait in many pokemon to be able to both sustain incredible damage compared to a human’s rather low tolerance for the same, while also aiding in the reproductive process with other pokemon of vastly different size. A mudsdale mating with an Eevee poses certain anatomical questions that would otherwise be impossible to answer in terms of human anatomy.

And yet here he was, Thomas; the human who can mate like a pokemon. A testing thrust against the taut ring gave the Hoopa some hope as he felt the previously bent - and thus blocked - passage was now clear for more of his meaty shaft. He didn’t wait for Thomas’ go-ahead this time, disembodied hands pulling and pushing down on the man to slide his abused arse further down the pink rod. And slide it did after another tense moment all the way to the final ring. Even to the Hoopa it was easy to see where his cock had progressed through the man’s body, given Thomas’ distended stomach and intense pressure around his glans.

For Thomas though, he found himself drastically short of breath, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as his body was pushed to its limit. Easily 15 inches of thick Hoopa cock was wedged deep inside him. Yet throughout the process he felt no tearing, only a great deal of discomfort and a rush of pain as his arse and insides were stretched further and further by those rings. He could feel his ankles being grazed by the fur around the Hoopa’s waist, and with what little he remembered before being thrust into this predicament, he knew past the next ring was how he would get to the pokemon’s hips. “W-wait…” Thomas begged, attempting to get around the sensations flooding his poor mind and body.

To Hoopa’s credit, he did as the man asked, allowing the first human to take more than a tiny fraction of his unbound cock a moment’s respite. Thoams had already proven himself worthy, and the usual malicious mischievousness Hoopa felt towards most humans had waned considerably. <Take all the time you need.> He growled, releasing the man’s waist and an arm to play with Thomas’ hair and run claws gently down his back. As the human’s body calmed and acclimated to the frankly absurd cock buried most of the way inside him, Thomas did what little he could to slow his already laboured breaths.

It was then he felt it. Up until now the sensation of being filled so fully by this massive cock had overridden everything else going on down there. But as he calmed his mind and body, Thomas could feel it changing. Muscles he didn’t know he had were stretching and contracting. He could feel things plop into place as they slid past tightened muscles, or be squished into a strange position because where his stomach should be was now a sizable shaft of poke-meat. Strangest of all he could feel every throb of the Hoopa’s member as it worked its way up from the base of his arse to the middle of his chest. And then he took a breath. A deep breath. Deeper than should have been possible given the state of him. He looked down. And chuckled.

It was the absurdity of it getting to him. It wasn’t that he looked pregnant, no, that would have led to a much rounder belly. It was the shape, the way it distended his form and just how tiny he looked in comparison to the pokemon holding him - no - pinning him in place. Zana sought to make him submissive, as did Jeremy to a certain degree. But this was truly beyond Thomas’ control. If the Hoopa wanted to have its way with him, there would be no stopping it. And something about that caused his heart to skip a beat. Hoopa felt the flutter and looked down to Thomas as the man looked up into it’s flaming green eyes.

Thomas cleared his throat and with a calmed exhale, spoke. “Hoopa, I’m- I’m not sure what will happen when… when you’re all, all the way in.” He chose his words carefully, knowing the pokemon could do whatever it wanted anyway. He gulped. “But if I can fit all of you in me…” Thomas reached up towards the pokemon’s face, Hoopa releasing his arms to enable the man to do so. But instead of caressing the Hoopa’s cheek, or stroking it’s beard, he instead grabbed both horns, yanking them down while his body pulled itself up to the underside of the first ring. Face to face with the shocked Hoopa, Thomas growled “I want you to use me. Fuck me. Cum in me. Fill me with everything you have. You want your first? Take it.”

As soon as Thomas let go of those horns the only pair of hands still holding onto him thrust down with all their might, slamming him past the last ring so hard his arse greeted the pokemon’s pelvis with a slap. Fireworks went off in Thomas’ vision as the pain and pleasure clashed in an almighty battle for supremacy over the human’s mind. He could feel the throbbing head of Hoopa’s massive member wedged just below his lungs, maybe even between them. The thick fingers gripping his legs would be leaving red hand prints if not bruises with the sheer force they bound him with, and the flaming gaze from Hoopa’s lust-filled glare would have felt hot enough to burn had Thomas’ sight had it not been filled with sparkly voids of overloaded nerves.

As if suddenly realising what it had done, the Hoopa quickly pulled Thomas’ body upwards, two of the three rings popping past Thomas’ well abused sphincter before he stopped. The glare of desire and pleasure directed at the massive pokemon was all the Hoopa needed to steel his resolve and commit to the fucking of Thomas’ life. He pushed the man back down the girthy member until their hips once again met with a satisfying slap, accompanied this time with Thomas’ needy moans. “Don’t… stop…” He panted between shallow breaths, each intake squeezing Hoopa’s cock delightfully as he held the man in place.

Pinned by several hands, Thomas relished in the sensation of his body being used as though some sexual toy, a cock sleeve for this incredibly powerful pokemon to take advantage of. His limbs would have swung loosely if not for the massive hands gripping them, not just holding them in place but using them as a grip to angle Thomas to the Hoopa’s benefit. Thomas moaned again as he was hilted forcefully, the hands at his waist rotating his body first one way, then the other. His insides were being reorganised as the massive shaft forced it’s way left and right. <Such amazing - unf - sensation.> Hoopa growled, reveling in the man’s tightness and muscular contractions.

Thomas wanted to quip back, or for that matter make any comment at all regarding the blissful situation he’d found himself in. But all his mind could do was whimper as the ginormous member tenderised his insides. How many times had he climaxed? Twice? Thrice? He knew it had been more than once, or has he just been cumming perpetually right from the outset? In his current state it was impossible to tell. And as another jet of his seed fired forth into the gaping chest hole before him, Thomas’ mind fell back into it’s whimpering state, both wishing for the sensual torment to end and to continue forever.

But one outcome was much closer than the other as Hoopa’s strokes became more and more haggard. <So close already…> It growled, somewhat ashamed of it’s failed longevity. Thomas’ eyes bulged, partly due to the depth Hoopa had managed with that last thrust, and partly due to the notion that such an intense coupling should have been much longer. Hoopa lifted Thomas until there was just a twitching glans resting inside his arse, the shaft’s heat warming his inner thighs as the pokemon cleared it’s throat. <Are you ready?> Thomas nodded eagerly, though inside his mind screamed. <Wonderful.>

Thomas was surprised at the grace and gentleness in his descent, Hoopa was lowering his body far slower than the previous thrusts, but in doing so Thomas could feel every inch press into him with a definite forcefulness. It was the sort of inevitable movement, an unstoppable force that gave an entirely different feeling of power than the hasty ploughing before. And as Hoopa’s hips met Thomas’, the man’s sigh of relief became stifled as he felt his body squashed down against the pokemon’s pelvis. ‘Like a toy.’ was all the sense that Thomas could make of his mind’s ramblings as his bones and muscles protested the position he was being forced into, his lungs pushed aside by the monstrous cock throbbing between them.

And then the torrent began. Thomas’ panicked gasping had pushed Hoopa past his point of no return, all his hands grasped the man tight as the first volley, the initial flood of creamy pokemon seed spilled forth into the human’s belly. Through the stars and sparkles, Thomas could see his belly distend further, almost able to make out the path of cum as it sloshed through his body. He felt it hammer against the walls of his distended rectum pushed well up past where his diaphragm should have stopped it, he felt it pour back down through his compressed and snaking intestines and into his squashed stomach. And then he felt it rise again.

“FU-” Thomas managed to get out before his mouth was overrun by pearlescent heat. Hoopa growled a chuckle at the sight of Thomas’ lips cascading with his seed. A sight he’d never thought he’d see from a human. The sensation of victory and release caused his cock to throb, Thomas’ attempted moan vomiting forth another incoherent gargle of cum. The man’s torso was quickly covered in the warm fluid, globs of it flowing down his chest, parting around his own spasming member before dripping down between his legs to slather the base of the cock that it had just passed through.

Thomas and Hoopa stood locked in that position for what felt like an eternity, the pokemon’s cock pumping load after load of it’s pent up seed deep into the man only for it to come pouring from his mouth and nose as his lips made subtle hints of incoherent pleads. Eventually though, even the mighty Hoopa Unbound began to feel their time drawing to an end. Usually such an unbinding would see several human days pass before he was confined once more. But such a lengthy time shut away had diminished his powers considerably, and the telltale signs began to tingle through his massive bulk. Even the Hoopa’s ‘Unbound’ size was smaller than he had been in his glory days. Not that Thomas had needed to know such a thing.

Hoopa grunted as he pulled Thomas off the slowly deflating monster the human had been impaled on for close to an hour. As the shrunken glans popped free it was followed by a torrent of seed, the man’s body finally able to relax back to it’s original dimensions as best as it could given the ravishing that had just taken place. Thomas’ mental state was not as responsive. The man was in a post-orgasmic daze, the by-product of being forced to cum continuously for the duration of their coupling. With a concerned huff, the Hoopa procured a golden ring from thin air, opening it to reveal the shower in Thomas’ Azure Sands’ room. One of the massive hands pushed its way through the portal to flick the light on and give the taps a twist, sending a blast of steamy water into the confined space. Gently Hoopa lifted Thomas’ barely conscious body through the glowing ring, laying the man down on his side in the gentle flow of water. He grinned at the green and black snake observing from the doorway, winking knowingly before closing the portal.

Zye watched a small golden ring bounce off the tiles, rolling across them before coming to rest against one of Thomas’ fingers. The godlike pokemon stared in amusement as the ring violated properties of time and space, inverting through nothingness to wrap around the twitching digit. <Let’s get you cleaned up.> Zye sighed as it slithered into the room, closing the door behind them.