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Thomas and Jeremy made their way through the labyrinthine hallways of the Ranger's Vandimland Headquarters towards the front door, various Rangers eyeing them as they passed, giving the occasional salute or wave. Thomas just smiled and waved back until they were free of the complex. He scanned the horizon, barely able to see the city past the grey buildings of the industrial district. But through the smoggy haze he could just make out the brightly lit dome of a pokemon Gym in the late morning sun. “Huh."

<Whatcha see?> Jeremy asked, trying to stand on tiptoes to get a better view.

“Sidna Gym." It wasn't that Thomas understood what Jeremy had said exactly, he could just tell from the pokemon's tone. “We got time. Might as well check it out." Jeremy smiled approvingly at Thomas' supposed understanding of his query and wrapped an arm though his trainers' as he pulled Thomas down the street. Thomas chuckled at the enthusiasm, having missed the lighter side of Jeremy over this past month.

The tram ride back into the city passed by the Motel, so Thomas hopped off to update Zana and the crew on the plan before handing out some poketreats and gathering them for a trip to the Gym. It was decided that he would let them all out to watch the match; or as Carmen put it, to 'Cheer him on'.

With everyone except Zana and Jeremy balled up, they got on the next tram and the three of them made their way to the Sidna Gym. The tram took them through an urban residential zone and around several parks before reaching the city proper. Jeremy was mildly amused by the people walking past, while Zana was staring bug-eyed at all the shops. Passengers on the tram - and passers by who were quick enough to notice - stared at the shiny Hakamo-o and Zoroark; two pokemon rarely seen, though for different reasons.

Eventually the tram came to a stop outside the Gym just past midday and the three lovers got off. Thomas was amused Zana hadn't tried to embarrass him on the trip, but given how distracted she was by everything else he wasn't surprised. Stepping through the large sliding doors a spicy aroma filled the air. Both Zana and Jeremy inhaled deeply and smiled. Thomas observed the livery around him and frowned a little. “A Fire Gym." vague memories from school wafted through his mind, reminding him of the Gyms status and generalised type. “Shit."

Zana and Jeremy both looked up to their trainer questioningly. “What's wrong, Thomas?" Hearing Zana say his name and not 'Slut' caused the man to forget what he was thinking for a brief moment. But Jeremy grabbing his hand and squeezing gently snapped him out of it. “Uh, It's… It's a fire gym. We don't have a water type."

Jeremy nodded while Zana rolled her eyes. “You don't need a 'water type'. Take a moment and think."

Thomas knew Zana was right. He weighed his options aloud. “Well Mac is out of the question, and I'd rather not put Griff straight into a Gym battle." He looked to Zana.

“Don't even think about it! I don't 'do' battles." She protested stepping back.

“Which leaves Dusty, Carmen and Jeremy." He smiled, placing a hand on his Hakamo-o friend's shoulder and squeezing affectionately. “Well, lets see what the actual challenge is, shall we?" The other two nodded so he led them towards the main arena and the noticeboard out front. He scanned the text and shrugged “Huh. It seems it'll be a Dual Duel." He double checked the rules before repeating them to the other two. “So there are two Gym Leaders; Cale and Adele. They each send out one pokemon, and I get to use two pokemon… At the same time? Yeesh."

<Only two?> Jeremy asked, holding up two claws.

“Only two." Thomas replied.

Zana gave them a curious look before grinning. “So Who's it gonna be?"

Thomas took a deep breath and sighed, placing hands on hips. “Feel like getting a bit rough with some fire types?" He cheekily smirked to Jeremy. The Hakamo-o's eyes lit up at that, grinning madly and cracking his knuckles. “Then it'll be you and Dusty. Ever battled officially before?"

The excitement in Jeremy's eyes was replaced with worry. He gulped and shook his head. <Not a gym battle.>

“Well," Thomas took another deep breath as he led Jeremy around to the viewing window and pointed out the arena. This one was floored with a steel plating that looked like it belonged on an industrial estate. He pointed out the painted pattern on the floor resembling a pokeball from above. “The trainers each stand outside the circle on opposite ends. We can summon you guys only into our half, though for this match type you'll both be starting outside your balls."

<So what are the rules?> Jeremy asked, trying to figure out if he had any way to deal with the fire attacks or even deal with a fire type in general.

Thomas looked to Jeremy, and not entirely sure of his friends request he turned to Zana. “Oh, I thought you two had a 'thing'." She groaned sarcastically. “He asked what the rules are."

Thomas went a bit red at her comment, but answered the Hakamo-o best as he could. “Killing is an automatic disqualification, obviously. As is purposefully attacking a trainer." Thomas tapped his pokedex, double checking the 'dual duel' specific rules in it's database. “Otherwise... only two pokemon each side... match starts on a buzzer... ends when only one side is left standing." He nodded, shrugging lightly before flicking the pokedex to standby mode. “If you want to combo with Dusty, there are no rules against it, just remember they can combo too."

Jeremy nodded, understanding for the most part what was entailed, but he still had another question. Voicing his query, Zana quickly translated. “He knows they're fire type, but what pokemon will you be facing?"

Thomas indicated a small device on the wall back near the main doors. “That's gonna give the Gym Leaders an idea of how strong you and Dusty are so they can choose an appropriate match. But it won't tell them your typing or species, so that'll come as a surprise to them." Thomas looked around at the various banners along the wall. Each one depicted a supposed 'champion' of the gym. “As for who? Could be any one of them." He gestured to the large silken wall hangings. “Just gonna have to hope for the best."

“Inspiring." Zana grumbled, rolling her eyes. She swiped a paw along several balls on Thomas' belt, summoning forth Mac, Griff and Carmen. “And in you go!" She teased, slapping Jeremy's ball as he stuck his tongue out at her while fading to electric red. She plucked Jeremy's and Dusty's balls off the belt and placed one in each of Thomas' hands. “Well, go on. I wanna see what a 'real' trainer looks like."

Thomas raised an eyebrow at her, mumbling. “I'm going, I'm going." He walked over to the machine near the door and noticed the light was green; indicating the Gym Leaders were ready to accept a challenger. He took a deep breath and placed the two balls in the first of several slots. The lights of the entire gym dimmed slightly, a sign the regulars seemed to know all too well as soon a dozen or so heads were turned his way. The Lights on the machine slowly turned from green to yellow, then into orange and red before scaling back to orange. Then blinking twice the doors hissed open. He took his pokeballs and left the rest of the crew at the door as he ventured inside.

The arena seemed so much larger as he stepped past the threshold, the two Gym leaders walking in through a set of doors on the opposite side. They proceeded onto the play area, walking towards the small circle in the center. Thomas followed suit and soon all three of them were standing at arms length. Thomas was the first to speak. “Good morning." He held his hand out to shake.

The Gym leaders - obviously twins now that Thomas could get a good look at them - shook his hand one after the other. “Good morning." the man replied, smiling. “Welcome to Sidna Gym. I'm Cale, and this is my sister Adele." She nodded politely. “Seems you've got some challenging pokemon in there." He pointed to Thomas' pokeballs. “We get lots of aspiring trainers, but not many experienced ones."

“Oh, heh…" Thomas said, going red as he brushed his fingers through his hair. “I've only been at this a month."

The twins went bug eyed, glancing between him and each other. “A month." Adele repeated.

“Technically I got a bit of a head start. One of my first - uh - pokemon, well, he was a… rescue?" Thomas realised he'd need to come up with a better way of describing Jeremy. “And since starting, I've had my fair share of battles…" It seemed the twins weren't as up-to-date on current events as Thomas assumed they might be. Neither seemed to recognise him from the flyers, papers or nightly news stories.

“Well, we'd love to see what you have in store for us." Cale said, shaking Thomas' hand again before turning with his sister to walk back to the starting area. When they were back outside the bounds of the arena proper, Cale shouted over to him. “First pokemon on the first buzzer, Second pokemon on the second buzzer, Go on the third. Got it?"

Thomas shouted back his affirmative. “First on one, second on two, go on three. Check." He gave the thumbs up, heart racing. It took a few moments while the twins talked tactics between each other before the first klaxon went off. Thomas brought forth Dusty, who popped into existence just in front of him inside the circle. “Just wait buddy. Two more bells."

The two squinted at the red and black figure slowly unfurling at the other end of the arena. Thomas' pokedex beeped to life. 'Incineroar, the Heel Pokémon. A Fire and Dark type. Incineroar is capable of shooting fire from its midsection. A circle of fire wraps around its hips like a belt.'

“Keep to the ground moves, and stay fast." Thomas suggested as Dusty flicked his neck back and forth, popping several vertebrae back into place. There was little more time to say anything as the second klaxon sounded. Thomas released Jeremy onto the field at the same time as a red and white figure on the other end. Thomas' eyes went wide.

'Incineroar, the Heel Pokémon. A Fire and Dark type. Incineroar is capable of shooting fire from its midsection. A circle of fire wraps around its hips like a belt. The Red and White colouring denotes a Shiny variant.' A roar erupted outside the arena's windowed walls. Thomas looked to see dozens of people and pokemon staring though, cheering at the meeting of two shiny pokemon.

“Give 'em what they want boys. They'll probably stacks-on Jeremy, especially White. Dusty use their height against them, stay low. Jeremy, nobody expects your Hidden Power, so wait for the right moment. You got this." Thomas got out an enthusiastic thumbs up as the klaxon blasted for the third and final time.

The two Incineroars broke into a sprint, circling around the sides of the arena as Jeremy and Dusty shared a knowing glance. Instead of falling for the split, they instead strode casually to the central circle, the ring of fire caused by the trail from the belts of the sprinting fire types only serving to show them as even more badass than they felt, like two heroes in a film not looking back at the explosion.

The black and white pokemon passed by Thomas and began sweeping back around to the sides of the arena, seemingly unsure of how to proceed against a non-panicking opponent. Then as they reached the sides equidistant from the twins and Thomas, the two incineroars changed trajectory straight for the center. Jeremy took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders to limber up and tapped Dusty on the hindquarters.

The Mudbray rocketed off towards Cale and Adele at a lightning pace, leaving Jeremy in the middle to receive the full brunt of a Focus Blast from one side, and a Fire Punch from the other. The blinding flash caused anyone watching to momentarily recoil, but as it faded away, Jeremy was still standing, teeth grit as the two attackers wound up for another strike. He could see Dusty building up speed, but he wasn't fast enough yet.

The shiny Incineroar reeled back only to slam it's head forward in an Iron Head attack that caused the dragon type to shudder from the impact, while the normal one raised both arms, bringing down a Darkest Lariat with both fists onto Jeremy's shoulder. Unable to take the full brunt without flinching, Jeremy was pushed down to one knee. He looked out to the increasingly blurred sparks of yellow energy racing around the arena, Dusty was only at half-speed, it still wasn't time.

A White and red fist crackled with electricity before striking the Hakamo-o's chest plate. Jeremy was winded slightly but he remained calm. He knew he couldn't take too much more of this, but he could take just enough. Another Darkest Lariat cracked down upon his shoulder, almost forcing him to kneel fully. But the subtle flash of Dusty reaching top speed brought a grin to Jeremy's face. He pushed the two incineroars off him, striking a pose as a signal for Dusty to start his charge, and seeing the mudbray aim for the black and red incineroar, Jeremy struck.

It was a blink-and-you'd-miss-it moment for those outside, but it played out like an eternity of slow motion for those inside the arena. Jeremy calmly pulled his fists back, the last few seconds Biding his time before releasing the built up energy stored within directly into the darker incineroars chest with both fists. Instantly winding the pokemon, Jeremy sent it flying straight towards Dusty's High-Horsepower headbutt. The result of their combo sent their poor opponent careening towards the ceiling, striking the metallic roof panels before falling to a crumpled heap on the floor below.

The shiny incineroar looked to the two challengers, who did a strange version of a high five as Jeremy crossed one leg to face the sole of his foot towards the mudbray while Dusty turned to kick it with a rear hoof. The roar of cheers from outside once again built to a crescendo, though Thomas was able to see past the showmanship. Jeremy was in a bad way. He could see the ragged breathing and odd way he was holding himself. Just then the signature red beam of light cracked forth from Cale's hand to recall the defeated Incineroar.

Then to everyone's surprise Dusty's coat became wreathed in light. Thomas was initially worried, checking to make sure he hadn't accidentally activated the mudbray's ball. But it wasn't that. Dusty was evolving.

The remaining incineroar didn't hesitate, using the distraction it slammed it's dense skull home against Jeremy's own noggin, staggering the Hakamo-o with an Iron Head, and preparing to follow it up with another. But Jeremy stepped back, leading the foe away from Dusty with a couple of sidesteps. Then allowing the pokemon to collect his chest with another thunder punch, Jeremy pulled out the big guns. He crouched low and struck upwards, launching the shiny incineroar towards the ceiling with a powerful Sky Uppercut, his armour plated form not far behind. As the two reached the apex of their brief flight, Jeremy's plates began glowing with golden light.

In one strike he channeled the Hidden Power to both fists and smashed them into the pokemon's back, sending it screaming back down to the metal floor beneath. It made a hero's landing, and Jeremy aimed his feet at it's head as he descended. But the incineroar was not out of tricks, and just before Jeremy made contact it flipped backwards, collecting the Hakamo-o's chin with it's heels before flipping to land upright. Jeremy was flung to the side of the arena, shakily trying to pull himself up but failing.

Thomas turned to his only standing pokemon, the glow now fading from the massive bulk of the mudbray's evolved form. 'Mudsdale, the Draft Horse Pokémon. Water and Ground type commonly referred to as a 'Surfsdale'. By mixing Sand and sea foam into the mud coating it's hooves, the Surfsdale can create flippers enabling it to swim.' his pokedex chirped. This snapped Dusty out of his momentary daze at having grown significantly taller. He glanced around to see the broken form of Jeremy looking up at him with a proud smile before collapsing unconscious on the metal grating.

Thomas sighed, smiling. “Enough buddy, you did great." He recalled his lover taking a hesitant breath before nodding to Dusty. “You got this."

Dusty turned his massive head to stare down the now smaller opponent. He smiled. The incineroar gulped. Dusty reared up on his powerful hind legs and whinnied, sending chills through everyone watching. When his front hooves made contact with the floor a subtle splash could be heard. The Mudsdale was altering his Mud Sport to his new body, in the process learning Water Sport. He trotted around the Incineroar as water slowly seeped into the arena from all sides until several inches of it covered the entire floor.

The Shiny pokemon panicked, slamming an electrified fist into the water, but that only served to give dramatic underlighting to the monstrous form of the enraged Mudsdale rearing up again. Even Thomas - who was standing in several inches of water - barely felt a tingle as the current was spread out inefficiently. As Dusty all but roared into the ozone-heavy air, the water behind him surged, flowing back like a tide pulling from shore until his hooves once more struck metal. The Surf broke from the pokemon's hold and crashed forwards. To the Incineroars credit it did try to leap out of the way, but it only had a fast moving current to land in, and was quickly swept off it's feet by the torrent.

Then with thunderous impacts, Dusty began to circle the arena. Waves of water seemed to prove no hindrance to the Mudsdale as he increased in speed with each footfall. The individual crashes of his mud-caked hooves against the metal had turned to a violent hum as the Incineroar tried to track the streaks of energy as they circled the room while standing in the now waist deep bulge of water centered on him. Then much in the same way as before, the path of energy careened towards the center of the room, directly for the shiny Incineroar.

There was no time left to strategize. Deciding if it was going to be knocked out from this it would try to take the horse with it, the Incineroar Channeled it's belt of fire to coat itself in flame and leapt at the charging Dusty with a Flare Blitz.

The resulting flash was brighter than the last one, the image of those two striking each other seared into the retinas of all those watching. It was only a few seconds later when Dusty's Double Kick sent the Incineroar flying past Thomas to crash into the arena's double doors that anyone realised the battle was over. The unconscious form of the white and red pokemon had a whistle to each breath, and before Thoams could get close enough to check on it, the pokemon glowed red and was summoned back to its ball.

“And the match goes to the Challenger." the PA system blared.

Vents below the arena floor opened with a grinding hum, quickly allowing the water to subside as Dusty bucked happily on his way back to Thomas. The pokemon had gone from barely waist high to several heads taller than his trainer. The structured black mane of it's Alolan counterpart was - in the Vandimland variant - replaced by locks of curly blonde hair, capped above it's left ear with a single flower. His red complexion otherwise remained the same, though the mud at his feet had turned a lighter colour and appeared more coarse in texture.

“Excellent job Dusty!" Thomas leapt forward and hugged the huge horse around the neck. “I am so proud of you!" Dusty whinnied, nuzzling his massive muzzle into the man's neck as he got used to his new - and much loftier - point of view. Thomas spied the twin gym leaders approaching, and gave his pokemon one last squeeze before stepping back to address them. “Thank you for a fantastic battle." He said, beaming.

“No, thank you!" Cale said, reaching out to shake Thomas' hand again. “We don't get many folks opting for showmanship over type advantages. Your shiny Hakamo-o was a real surprise." Dusty huffed, feeling his accomplishments were being overlooked.

“We haven't forgotten you." Adele chuckled, rubbing her hand over the large pokemon's nose. Dusty calmed a little, enjoying the muzzle pats. “We've had plenty of pokemon evolve at the end of our fights, but never one right in the middle. That was amazing!"

Thomas pat Dusty on his neck as he removed the round, red-tinted glasses. “Your pokemon were a fun matchup too. I haven't had much time to battle properly lately, so-"

“That's where I recognise you from!" Adele blurted out, interrupting Thomas as she tugged her brother's sleeve. “He's the manhunt guy." Thomas gulped, uneasily glancing around while Dusty shifted about, ready to grab his trainer and run. Adele seemed to notice the sudden tension and tried laughing to diffuse it. “Haha. No, no, we're not looking to turn you in or anything. Just there's been plenty of flyers with your picture on it, and newspapers. Didn't recognise you with the glasses though."

Thomas held up the ruby-tinted lenses and laughed nervously. “Ha, yeah. Guess the disguise worked, for a while."

“Come on, lets get your pokemon healed up." Cale waved Thomas over to the arena entrance and the doors slid open. A raucous cheer rose to meet him as he walked out. “Oh, and here ya go." He handed Thomas a circular pin with concentric circles inside of black, white, red and a yellow dot at the center. “Sidna's Fire Badge." Thomas turned the badge over in his hand, grinning and somewhat still astonished at holding his second gym badge. “You earned it."

Zana and the crew hollered at him and fell in step behind as they made their way over to the Gym's healing station. Dusty reluctantly agreed to get back in his ball to be healed, and Thomas placed both pokemon into the machine along with the twin's Incineroars. A timer popped up showing only a few minutes, so the twins led him off to the side for a quick chat. Zana gathered the crew in their respective balls - though Mac proved problematic - and joined them.

They asked Thomas about the Zygarde - if the rumours were true - and what his mission was. He kept the details vague and even alluded to heading to Almia to see the Ranger's bigwigs at their global headquarters; a more believable course of action than heading to a mostly unknown dragon institute in Unova's north. Zana raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Thomas talked about the many insane fights he'd had on his way here, and how he was amazed at how well his team was holding up. He sighed, turning to Zana as they acknowledged Cav's departure silently.

Just as Adele was going to ask how the Wooloobell incident played out the timer for the healing station went off. They walked back to the machine and the twins immediately summoned their Incineroars, which Thomas had come to learn were appropriately called Obsidian and Quartz. The two pokemon stretched a little before walking off towards a back room. Cale picked up on Thomas' curiosity. “They like unwinding with a shower after a big fight. I'm sure they'd be happy for the company if your Hakamo-o and Mudsdale wished to join them."

Before Thomas could accept their offer the Twins' pokedexes beeped in unison. They looked over to the Arena entrance to see someone having placed their pokeballs in the experience determination machine. Cale sighed “Well, duty calls. It really was a pleasure battling you." He shook Thomas' hand again, as did Adele before they made their way to their office to choose an appropriate pair of pokemon to battle the challenger with.

Thomas looked to Zana and she pulled him towards the locker room. Before he reached the door he'd summoned Jeremy, but as he palmed Dusty's ball Zana took it from him, clipping it to the man's belt with a mischievous grin as she pushed him though the doors and into the steamy locker room. Jeremy tried to follow, but Zana pulled him back at the last second, opting to have a quick chat to the Hakamo-o out of Thomas' earshot.

Meanwhile, Thomas could make out the two Incineroars silhouettes in the shower mist at the opposite end of the room. They were about as tall as he was, and seemed to have a good friendship between themselves, slapping each other on the back and the occasional punch to the shoulder as they lathered up. The pokemon stretched and washed each other as Thomas watched on.

His train of thought was fast derailed by the arrival of Jeremy and Zana, who seemed to purposefully fling the door open hard enough to make noise. Obsidian turned to see who had entered the locker room before tapping Quartz on the shoulder, indicating for him to look as well. Thomas was being flanked by Zana on one side and Jeremy on the other, practically dragging him over to the fire types.

<What's going on? Do we got a fan?> Quartz inquired, grinning as he extended a huge paw through the cascade of water.

“Uh," Thomas had a feeling he knew where things were going, but he had no idea what was just said by the Incineroar. He took the pokemon's hand and shook it. “That was a helluva match. Thanks for a great fight." Jeremy rolled his eyes and shoved the man into the shower. “Hey!"

<You boys feel like taking some time to unwind after your fight?> Zana asked pointedly.

Obsidian turned to her and grinned, waggling an eyebrow. <Mmmm, depends what you mean by 'unwind', gorgeous.>

Zana's predatory gaze latched on to Thomas', the man gulping as she spoke. “Only the best little pokeslut on the east coast." Her words were haughty, a claw dragged up the man's chest and under his chin causing him to shiver. It all made sense now.

<Oh really?> Quartz responded, placing a large paw on Thomas' shoulder, turning the man to face him. The shiny incineroar looked himup and down then shrugged. <Doesn't look like anything special.> He pushed Thomas gently away, causing the man to back into Obsidian. He could feel the pokemon's building arousal poking into one arse cheek, and without thinking reoriented himself to have it grind against his crack.

Obsidian growled happily. <Certainly knows his place though.> The two fire types looked to each other then back to Zana. <What's the catch?>

“We get to watch." Zana moaned, sliding one paw down to her glistening sex and another over to Jeremy's bright pink member.

Thomas barely had a moment to get his head around what was going on before he was roughly pulled into Obsidian's arms. The pokemon grope-hugged the man as he smashed their lips together in a passionate - and entirely one sided - kiss. After the first breath of air though, Thomas finally brought his A-game and launched into a lust-fueled kiss of his own, though his tongue was no match for the broad Incineroar counterpart.

Obsidian's mouth was spicy, but not overly so as Thomas soon became hooked on the taste. He lapped at the pokemon's tongue, running his smaller human muscle along the barbs before it was thrust past his own lips to rake along the roof of his mouth. The sensation sent shivers up his spine as he groaned from the pleasure. When the two parted once more, Thomas sighed “Please be barbed… please." in the barest of whispers.

He'd learned a little about pokemon reproduction back at school, and knew that some of the more feline pokemon had barbed members, enabling them to stay locked in their mates. The more canid knot seemed to be possessed by several other species of pokemon which Thomas had seen a few times, but he had not come across a barbed cock yet. One glance down was all it took to make the man's day.

Jutting out from Obsidian's pelvis was an average sized but very barbed red cock. Water poured down the pokemon's chest and around the base of the member, pulling the fur to either side and making it look even larger than it was. Thomas gulped. He was about to kneel down to inspect it closer when he was spun around to face Quartz, who looked just as eager to shove his tongue down the man's throat.

As their lips met, Thomas immediately noticed a difference. Quartz had a spicy aftertaste to his saliva, sure, but it was almost overpoweringly sweet, as though the pokemon had just gulped down a mouthful of sweetened condensed milk before kissing him. Obsidian's was far more earthy, almost nutty combined with the telltale spicy flavour of a fire pokemon. Thomas moaned into the white and red muzzle, tongue attempting to match the frantic intensity of the pokemon's as it practically deepthroated him.

Obsidian hooked a claw through Thomas' soaked pants and yanked them down so the waistband was around his thighs. The man felt the sudden removal of his clothing, but was too ensconced in his makeout session with Quartz to care. Then he felt it. Obsidian pushed his cock between his legs, the pointed tip jutting out just past his balls, the barbed ridges scraping against them when he withdrew.

Thomas moaned louder into Quartz's mouth, prompting the pokemon to get even more frisky with him. It didn't take long for the shiny pokemon to slide his paws under the man's shirt and pull it over his head, revealing his bare human chest. Thomas wasn't sure what to expect next but he most certainly didn't expect both Quartz and Obsidian to apply their barbed tongues to his back and chest. Thomas bucked against the cock sliding between his legs, his own member sword-fighting with Quartz's. In a sensual daze he looked over to where Zana and Jeremy were, his eyes almost bugging out at what he saw.

The Hakamo-o was seated on one of the benches, with the Zoroark perched in his lap. The bright pink cock was standing thick and tall between her legs as she straddled it, her puffy black lips sliding up and down its length while she stared intently into Thomas' eyes. He tried to think clearly about the situation; whether she was doing this to show dominance over Jeremy, or just to mess with the man's head. But he couldn't get more than a second into that thought before his eyes closed automatically from the sheer bliss of the two Incineroars giving him a tongue bath in the hot shower.

<Do you like that?> Obsidian growled in the man's ear. <Do you like my cock between your legs?>

Thomas moaned into Quartz's neck. <Can you feel how hard we are?> Quartz teased, licking up the man's neck to his ear <How much we want to fuck you?>

Thomas had no idea what those two were saying, but he understood what they wanted, and he was more than willing to give it to them. “Oh, Arceus!" He moaned, arms wrapped around Quartz for stability as his legs became wobbly. “Please, please..."

“Say it!" Zana shouted from the sidelines, drawing his attention to her and Jeremy's position. The Hakamo-o's cock tip was pressing ever so slightly into her hungry pussy lips, the Zoroark gently gyrating above him, waiting for Thomas to speak. Jeremy was also looking at him with an intense glare of dominance, though it was more at the frustration that Thomas' silence was keeping him from experiencing the Zoroark on a more intimate level.

Thomas turned to look Quartz in the eye and gulped. “I'm your Pokeslut. Fuck me as you please." He then gave the incineroar a cute peck on the lips. Quartz looked to Obsidian, before both of them looked to Zana and Jeremy. Her response was to impale herself on the Hakamo-o's cock, the two of them loudly moaning their feelings into the steamy locker room air. The two Incineroars then burst into action.

Quartz pulled the man up with strong hands while Obsidian pushed off Thomas' shoes with his clawed feet, then yanked the man's pants all the way off. Now fully naked, they positioned Thomas how they wanted, Quartz hugging the man tight as Obsidian made sure Thomas' legs were spread and knees held in place with big black paws. It was then the man realised what they planned. “Yes, oh Arceus yes!" Thomas all but screamed as the two pokemon lined their cocks up with his puckered hole.

Obsidian was the first inside, as he pressed his pointed cock tip against the opening and thrust upward. He buried himself fully without much effort, his hips bucking against thomas' arse as he growled in the mans ear. Then Thomas felt a second tip press against his already stretched hole. His body protested, but somewhere deep down inside, he felt different. He knew he could take the second member even though a month ago it would have split him in two. Thomas Grit his teeth until he felt the cock pop inside him, the barbs rubbing sensuously along his insides as the two cocks throbbed against each other.

<Such a good little slut.> Obsidian growled.

<You should see him - fuck - in action.> Zana moaned between Jeremy's thrusts. She'd intended to put on a show for Thomas, while also seeing if Jeremy was all he was cracked up to be, but she was quickly regretting her decision. The Hakamo-o far surpassed Thomas in size, and he knew very well how to use his glorious tool. It would take all of her willpower to stop herself from cumming from his piston-like thrusts.

The Incineroars didn't so much thrust as gyrate their cocks up into Thomas as take turns thrusting into him. One would hold him steady as the other withdrew, then when that one pushed in, the other would pull out. Every time they pulled out, the barbs caught on a different part of his passage The spines would tug forcefully at his insides, causing painful little jabs and scrapes as they left only to soothingly massage those same spots as they slid back inside.

This gentle rhythm started nice and slow, but built into a movement that was more like a well oiled machine than a chaotic fuck session. The solid rhythm of it gave no rest to Thomas' prostate, which was being perpetually assaulted by rubbery barbs and sensual gyrations. Just as his body felt release arrive the group heard the doors to the shower open. Thomas' scream of pleasure was quickly silenced by Quartz ramming his rough tongue down the man's throat.

“Sorry." A man said from the entryway. “Didn't mean to startle you."

<Fuck.> Zana growled quietly as she forced her breathing to become regular. Jeremy knew it would be less taxing on the Zoroark if they moved to the shower as well, so picked her up off the bench and carried Zana into the mist - around the two incineroars - to lean against the wall between the stalls faucets. Jeremy sighed as they were inches from the doubly penetrated arse of their trainer, their little pet pokeslut.

The man walked past, seeing a thick mist surrounding the silhouettes of the Incineroars as they scrubbed themselves. “I'll take that one." He pointed to a spot several faucets down as one of the illusory pokemon gave him a thumbs up.

Once clear of the man, Quartz pulled his cock free of Thomas' arse and removed his tongue from his mouth, allowing him to take a few gasps of air. He then gently lowered Thomas - while still firmly holding onto his arms - until his lips were an inch from the big pokemon's throbbing member. Thomas looked up to Quartz with big puppy dog eyes and whispered “Fill me. Fill your slut."

<Fuck!> Jeremy and Zana moaned in unison as their Thomas submitted so willingly to these strange pokemon. Quartz wasted no time in burying his tool in Thomas' throat, the spines catching on the various little ridges on the way back up. Thomas felt his gag reflex scream inside his mind, but for whatever reason it wasn't activating. A second biological surprise that had Thomas make a mental note to look into it later. He knew his limits, and they'd been stretched. Somehow.

Quartz - used to his sexual partners retching at this point - pulled out of Thomas to allow the man a moment if he needed it, but Thomas hungrily impaled himself back on that barbed cock, his throat gulping against it as he held the prickly monster deep; almost like he was trying to get more of the barbs to catch. <How is he not- Ugnnnn…> Quartz groaned, trying to ask Jeremy what was going on. The words were lost on the man as his body became assaulted from both ends by throbbing, barbed cocks.

Thomas' still erect cock flapped back and forth as he was used by the Incineroars for their carnal needs, and Jeremy was eyeing it hungrily. Sliding himself and the near comatose Zana forward, he pushed her down onto all fours beneath the gyrating hips of Obsidian, and flicked a pink tongue against the man's member. Thomas moaned lustily into Quartz's cock as Jeremy began his oral assault.

Barbs pulled and stretched Thomas' arse, but his rear passage was slowly acclimatising to the sensation, allowing Obsidian to do something he never thought possible: thrust. His cock always pulled his mate's sex back onto him, making it almost impossible to pull out and thrust in like most pokemon - or people - would do normally. But this human seemed special. For whatever reason Thomas's gut had become more sturdy, the barbs not acting like they usually would. They still scraped down along the man's insides, and would still catch on the occasional ridge or bump. But instead of digging in they simply slid off after a moment, allowing the pokemon a quicker pace, and a slow build from gyration to thrusts.

Thomas was in heaven. His body was nice and warm from the shower water and steam, both ends of him filled with delicious pokemon cock - and it truly was delicious, with Quartz's precum just as sweet as his saliva - while the unique muzzle he knew as Jeremy's slowly suckled his cock. He could tell from the strange echoes in his mind from each slap of Obsidian's thighs against his own that Zana had some sort of illusion going on, though he couldn't tell what or why as the arrival of the man was something that completely escaped him while in the throes of ecstasy.

He gulped down Quartz' cock hungrily, only coming up for air when he felt his mind grow dizzy. As practiced a lover as he was - having been an incineroar stud for some time given his shiny nature - Quartz was getting to the point of no return. His thrusts grew ragged and his grip on Thomas' head tightened. <Good Slut…> He growled, trying to hold off his climax as long as possible, but the man seemed to double his efforts at the encouraging statement. With a grunt and a roar, Quartz slammed his spiny meat as deep into Thomas' throat as possible, unleashing a torrent of pent-up cum. <Take it ALL!>

Feeling the incineroar erupt in his mouth the trainer hummed contentedly, gulping down the hot seed as quickly as possible. His stomach slowly filling from the volume of liquid being pumped inside it, Thomas managed to slide his tongue out to lap along the inside of the pokemon's slit, driving the crescendo of Quartz' orgasm to new heights. Never before had he met a pokemon - let alone a human - who was so wonderfully perverted. His claws extended, scraping through Thomas' soaked hair and holding the man in place as his member pulsed yet more cum down his throat.

But Thomas could feel his mind strain and lungs burn, he needed air. Tapping Quartz on the thigh, the pokemon reluctantly relented, withdrawing to fire several blasts of his pearlescent seed across the man's face and back as he caught his breath. <Who's a good little poke-slut?> Quartz growled, teasing the man with words he knew the human couldn't understand.

Upon watching his battle partner blast the human in valuable shiny poke-cum, Obsidian was edging along his climax as well. It wouldn't take much to push him beyond his limit and into the realms of bliss. And Thomas was ready to do just that. Free of his oral obligations, Thomas rammed his arse back against Obsidian with the pokemon's next thrust, repeating the process with each subsequent impalement. Obsidian could feel his balls twitch and cock throb, heartbeat thundering in the pokemon's head.

“Fill. Me. Ob. Si. Dee. Aaaannnn!" Thomas cried, his own cock erupting into Jeremy's gently sucking maw. For the second time in as many minutes, an Incineroar emptied their balls into Thomas. Obsidian only grunted as he fired his first salvo deep into the man's ass. His claws held Thomas' hips tight, preventing the man from bucking either against him or into Jeremy's mouth, making the slow but powerful orgasm Thomas was experiencing all the more intense as he relied entirely on the Hakamo-o for stimulation.

After a few seconds of release, Obsidian's cum began spurting from Thomas' gaping hole, all over Zana's lower back. She growled in retaliation, causing the black and red incineroar to pull out of Thomas' arse entirely, dumping cups of his spooge onto her slicked fur. She looked up, opening her mouth to shout at him, but before she could say anything the pokemon mistook her protestations for something else, and buried his cock deep into her throat.

She immediately gagged as the spiky protrusion made it halfway into her maw before slathering her tongue and the back of her throat in it's creamy payload. Claws stroked through her luscious mane, holding her head in place as Obsidian pumped into her with shallow thrusts, relieving himself of his pent-up-desire. With Jeremy's cock lodged deep inside her and Obsidian holding her in place, Zana could only wriggle and writhe in an attempt to free herself.

All that movement combined with the delicious treat his trainer had given him caused Jeremy to erupt next, sending pulse after pulse of hot draconic cum deep into Zana's waiting pussy. He moaned into Thomas' member and was rewarded with a fresh dose of human seed for his efforts, smiling as he gulped it down happily. He bucked upwards into Zana, the Zoroark still trying to both keep her composure and the group hidden both visibly and audibly from the man a few stalls down.

But it was all about to come to an end as Zana's illusion fell, her own climax flooding through her like Jeremy and Obsidian's cum. Her moan was stifled by the barbed cock wedged halfway into her mouth - her nasal passage fortunately unclogged to allow her to breathe despite the incineroars insistence she continue to suck him off. Zana's contractions around Jeremy's cock only served to push his libido higher and fire more of his seed into her, eliciting more moans, prompting more cum to be blasted down her throat. A sensual feedback loop that lasted several minutes.

“Is everything all right over there?" Came a concerned call from several stalls down.

Thomas was about to respond but a semi-hard barbed cock was rammed down his throat. <Just fine.> Quartz growled back, dissuading the commenter from responding again with an implied tone of frustration. As if to punctuate that, Quartz stepped back and flared a ring of fire from his belt, resulting in the room bursting with steam. It made his point, but it was also Quartz' way of covering the exit of the other three. He stepped from the shower, pulling Thomas up to his feet and over to the steamy benches.

Thomas stood groggily, ass leaking Obsidian's cum while the weight of Quartz' quart in his belly caused him to burp up a cum bubble. The shiny incineroar growled his appreciation at the man's tenacity and willingness to please, before laying his clothes out on the metal bench. Then with a few waves of his hand and a couple blasts of fire, the clothes were nice and dry. Quartz handed the man his shirt. Thomas was about to put it on when he felt a glob of cum run down between his shoulder blades. Looking around for a towel, all he found was Quartz grinning evilly, pointing to the shirt. He smiled back sheepishly, understanding what was expected of him.

Thomas slid his shirt on over the cum, Quartz' seed soaking into the material as he reached for his pants as well. Feeling a veritable river of cum leaking from him, Thomas sighed, sliding the tight black pants on over the mess. “You proud of your work?" He asked rhetorically, but Quartz just span Thomas around to face him before kissing the man passionately.

Obsidian and Jeremy extracted themselves from the shower next, walking over to Thomas to join in the hug-and-kiss-a-thon in the thick, steamy mist. Thomas was over the moon at the attention he was getting, the sexual energy of before replaced with just general good vibes. Jeremy leaned out of the huddle to whisper in Obsidian's ear. <You know she is going to kill you, right?>

Obsidian chuckled into Thomas' mouth, tongue diving deep to rake at the back of his throat and taste Quartz' cream. Pulling back out he allowed Thomas a second to breathe and turned to the Hakamo-o. <Yeah, couldn't resist.> Quartz gave Thomas one last kiss goodbye - along with Obsidian - and the two made a hasty exit.

“Where is that bastard!" Zana growled as she strode out of the mist, her fur and mane sopping wet after rinsing out all the incineroar cum. Thomas suppressed his laughter well enough, but Jeremy couldn't help crack a smile as he hiked a thumb toward the locker room exit. She growled, striding towards the doors only to see Jeremy tap a ball as she passed. “You-" The Zoroark was cut off as a red glow enveloped her, summoning her back into her pokeball.

“You know she's gonna kill you, right?" Thomas muttered, smiling. Jeremy gave him an odd look, but smiled in return, wrapping an arm through his and leading his trainer from the shower room.

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[So, in several chapters time I'm gonna be adding another pokemon to the roster. I want suggestions from you, my audience. Over the next few weeks I'll be taking suggestions - just pop them down in the comments - and when it gets close to the reveal I'll take the most suggested/upvoted and put those specific ones to a vote. The only restrictions are: No legendaries (except Arcanine, because Gen 1 descriptions can be wacky). We've already got one ancient/mythical pokemon, more might be a bit excessive and mess with the plot. And no Wailord. Bit too big for what I have planned.

[Also, I'm considering moving the release dates for my stories to Friday. Anyone prefer Mondays over Fridays? I'd love to know folks opinions.]

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