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“Jeez! Watch out, Blade!” Milton’s call was a bit too little too late as the Buizel’s Aqua Jet hit his Scyther dead on, sending the insect careening backwards onto the ground. Not down and out, but he was certainly starting to breathe heavily after taking yet another blow from the speedy rodent. “You can do this, just don’t let him fake you out!”

“Keep up the good work, Eddy!” From the other side of the match, Darius watched with a smile. By his legs, his Charmander Torch, Treecko Glen, and Totodile Loch were cheering their partner on. Eddy landed deftly and kept up a ready stance, watching as his opponent rose in front of him; the Scyther was considerably bigger than the Buizel, but size definitely wasn’t everything in Pokémon battles. He had a fearless smirk on his face, something that clearly frustrated the Scyther, who probably wasn’t used to ‘pipsqueaks’ giving him what for.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, rodent.”

“You want it gone so bad, take it off yourself!”

“Don’t let him get to you, Blade! Show him the power of your Fury Cutter!” On cue, the Scyther lunged forward, swiping with devastating speed and power. Eddy deftly jumped up and around the whirling arm blades, seamlessly dodging through each and every slash; the agile mustelid left no move off the table, side rolls and back flips and twists and some moves that almost looked like dances, spraying the Scyther’s face with splashes of water each time to make him angrier. After over a dozen slashes, Blade overextended himself, lunging and losing balance as he crashed forward; Eddy leapt up high over him, and then nailed the prone form directly with a devastating Ice Beam. Blade cried out as the icy blast rocked him, and then slumped down in defeat, out of energy and unable to keep going.

Darius was all smiles as Milton ruefully recalled his Scyther. “Great job, Eddy! Fantastic show!” As the Buizel flipped back towards him, he knelt down, and when the water mammal landed their hands met in a fist bump. And that wasn’t all Eddy got, as the accolades from his comrades poured in at his performance.

But it wasn’t over yet. Milton put away the one ball and pulled out another. “All right…you got Blade, but I’m not done yet. This one will get you for sure! Show him what you’ve got, Flex!”

The ball was thrown, and a Machoke appeared, giving a whoop and an aggressive pose. He sneered down at the smaller Pokémon. “Hah! You’re telling me these tykes took down Blade? That cocky bug ain’t pulling his weight…guess I’ll have to show him how it’s done!”

“Oh, PLEASE, let me take this guy on,” stated Torch, his tail flame flaring up a bit.

“Go for it, Torch.” Darius had no problem with that - he knew of anyone on his team, Torch was the one who liked to make the statement when the bigger guys were looking down on them. Being a bit of a hot-head wasn’t exactly that unusual for a Charmander, after all, but he wasn’t worried - Torch rarely failed to back up his confidence.

The round started anew, and immediately Flex was going in for a quick win, putting his all in a powerful Karate Chop. But, like his partner before him, Torch was quickly out of the way, using his natural speed to outpace the slower heavyweight. And that wasn’t all, as his body was enveloped in a blue glow; his moves became more deliberate and directed, as he activated the Dragon Dance that would make him both stronger and faster.

“Crap! Take him out of that, Flex, hit him with Knock Off!” Flex did his best to try, but he simply wasn’t fast enough, especially as the Dragon Dance’s effect took hold. Torch seemed to be able to slip right by his blows with each move, his expected superior power failing to make any difference. As the glow receded from Torch, he looked even more raring to go, and Flex looked pissed.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” hissed Torch.

“Big deal. All I need is to land one good blow and you’ll be a lizard pancake.”

“Yeah? Good luck with that.”

Milton didn’t seem worried, despite the Charmander’s bravado. “Show him what you’re made of, Flex! Lay into him with a Cross Chop!” Flex brought his arms up and then lunged, chopping out and down with ferocious power…but Torch zipped back just out of reach, and then, as Flex was in a vulnerable state, he shot forward, his fist slamming into the Machoke’s chest - and Flex got a real shock, literally and figuratively, as he was slammed with a Thunder Punch. And for a little guy, it STUNG. He got thrown back a bit, and he felt an unfortunate, telltale tingling on his body as his movements slowed. Paralysis…that was not good.

“Hell! Come on over, Flex, let me help you out with that!” Grunting, the Machoke headed back to his trainer, who pulled out a bottle of Paralysis Cure and started spraying Flex down. Not out of bounds, it was a friendly match and items were in play, but the trade-off was that Torch was getting plenty of time to boost himself up further with Dragon Dance, putting Flex and Milton at a bigger disadvantage.

“The hell’s that Charmander eating, that one HURT,” grumbled Flex, rubbing his chest where the Thunder Punch had connected as the tingling wore off. “And what’s going on? I haven’t heard that guy give a direction yet!”

“I don’t know…but I know you can beat that Charmander, don’t worry.”

“Hmph, of course.” As Flex got back into action, though, his expression didn’t seem as confident as before. While Torch’s did, and that was worse. They got back into the fray, but with Torch being even speedier, Flex wasn’t coming close to landing a blow. Especially because he didn’t want to leave himself open for another Thunder Punch, and he still didn’t know what other tricks the Charmander had up his sleeve. He just seemed to be reacting rather than attacking, wearing on Flex’s stamina - and that was a deep well, but he was starting to feel the effort work against him.

But he knew he just needed to keep the Charmander occupied…in the heat of action, it was a lot harder for a Pokémon to be aware of the other trainer’s commands, as their minds were so focused on their opponent that they tuned out unfamiliar voices. So as soon as Flex heard the call - “Bring out the Focus Punch, Flex, and make him feel it!” - he knew he had his shot. A Focus Punch would get past all that speed, and if the Charmander was just going to try to dodge and react, he was going to meet a painful finish.

But something unexpected happened. As Flex tapped into that special focus, the Charmander just seemed to stop. There was a moment of what seemed like complete silence, and then Flex, trying to seize the opportunity, went in for the Focus Punch - and suddenly, Torch was leaping at him, and the Charmander’s small fist met the Machoke’s directly. A sudden shockwave flew out from the impact, and Flex had just enough time to register the same flavor of energy that he’d been unleashing being delivered back at him, at multiple times the strength! He tried to hold up against the surge, but it was too much, and he was driven back, staggering and reeling from the force of the blow.

There was going to be no time to shake it off this time, though. The moment Torch landed on the ground, flames swirled around his body, intensifying and enveloping him. Flex had just enough time to internally curse before the vicious Flare Blitz attack slammed directly into him, driving him off his feet and through the air into a tree, which shuddered hard at the impact - not as hard as Flex, though, who got the full brunt of it through him. There was no chance, as soon as the fiery projectile bounced off him he crashed forward to the ground, down for the count.

The fireball that was Torch landed back near the battlefield proper, the flames dissipating and the triumphant grin of the Charmander back in full force. “Heh…what you get for thinking we’re weak, yeah?”

“Masterful work, Torch!” Darius stepped forward, knelt down, and rubbed Torch’s head, and for a moment the bold, confident demeanor dissipated as Torch flushed and smiled at the praise. “You did wonderfully, that was some great execution out there!”

“Hah…thanks, Darius! I’m glad you liked it!”

“He wasn’t the only one,” chimed in Glen as he bounded up alongside Torch. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen something like that before! Who ever heard of two Focus Punches colliding like that?”

“I tell ya, I wouldn’t wanna be on the other end of a souped-up Flare Blitz like that, and I’d resist it,” agreed Loch as he and Eddy joined the group again as well. “Nice idea using the Thunder Punch to buy some extra time, too.”

“Ah, you guys…” Torch looked thoroughly embarrassed, but also quite pleased with himself.

“Well…I guess I lost, and how…” Milton stepped back over, partly supporting an exhausted Flex, who was still breathing hard after the beating he took. “No way I ever saw that coming…I mean, I know smaller Pokémon can still be strong, but that’s…jeez.”

“Not many people expect it,” remarked Darius. “At least, not until they’ve had a round with these guys. Hard to underestimate them after you’ve been on the wrong end of what they can do.”

“No kidding,” grumbled Flex, sounding rather annoyed. “Who teaches a goddamn Charmander Focus Punch, anyway?”

“Heh, you’d be surprised how many people think they’ve got a free set-up because they’re facing down a first-evo. Torch absolutely LOVES breaking out the Focus Punch and showing them how dead wrong they are.”

“I love watching it,” remarked Eddy with a giggle. “The looks on their faces! I’d bottle and sell it if I could.”

“I guess that makes sense…” Milton shook his head. “Man, I don’t know how you did that. You didn’t even direct them or anything! I thought that was like…super high-level trainer stuff. The bond you have with them, it has to be amazing…what’s your secret?”

“Ah, there’s no real secret to it,” replied Darius, standing up straight to address Milton. “Time and effort are the keys. Everyone can get there if they want it enough. You just show your Pokémon how much you care about them, and they’ll show you how much they care about you. And the longer you’re together, the better you sync up, so sometimes one even knows what the other’s thinking. Plus, show them you have confidence in them and their skill and decision-making, and they’ll be incredibly self-sufficient. Pokémon battle in the wild all the time, after all…we trainers are there to bring out potential and teach them control and focus, but once they have a bit of that, the best way to help them cultivate it is to give them the chance to practice it. My boys here, they’ve studied and trained a lot…people underestimate them just because they made the decision not to evolve, but their determination is just as strong as any Pokémon ten times their size, and their dedication even more so. I only step in when it seems like they need it…otherwise, I trust them to do their best.”

“Ah...well, I guess we still have some work to do.”

“Ugh, yeah,” Flex reluctantly agreed. “I guess I still don’t trust myself enough to know what to really do without being directed…suppose it’s a lot easier if you have it all inside your head already, huh?”

“Don’t feel too bad about it…it’s something that comes with time,” Darius assured them. “And now that you’re thinking about it, you’ll work towards it, and it’ll come even easier.”

“I guess so,” agreed Milton. “Well, thanks, and good battle…I won’t be selling any Pokémon short because of how big they are again, that’s for sure.”

“You’d better not, unless you wanna face down the two of us who didn’t get a crack at you,” Loch cackled.

“No thank you!” Flex snapped back. “One of you little bastards is more than enough!” That made the quartet of smaller Pokémon bust out laughing while Milton went red at the outburst. Darius didn’t take offense, though, a Pokémon with a mild pride wound could be a bit ornery, but they’d get over it in time.

———

Darkness had fallen overhead as Darius and his partners finished eating by the light of the campfire. They were all pretty relaxed and animated after their victory that day, even though only two of them had been active participants. That was fine - Glen and Loch had gotten more of the action the last time they’d met up with another trainer. They’d also scrapped with a few wild Pokémon, but that was tame stuff for the crew by now - it was opposing trainers which really got them revved up.

And there was a reason for that: trainers tended to underestimate smaller Pokémon pretty hard. And there was such a satisfaction in the bunch to be able to show them up, prove that powerful fighters could come in pretty tiny packages just as well as larger ones. Not every trainer took that as well as Milton did, some trainers got pretty pissy when they lost to someone they thought wasn’t worthy of winning. It wasn’t uncommon for them to get petty parting shots from trainers who felt slighted at their loss, insults targeted at Darius or the mons or both, though the mons tended to give as good as they got. They could generally shrug off nasty words, though; after all, the Pokémon had been through much worse.

Torch had been the first of Darius’s Pokémon, and their meeting had been rather ignominious - namely, Darius had, by complete accident, run into Torch and his former trainer in a heated shouting match in the middle of the road. It wasn’t difficult to ascertain the conflict with how loud they were being: Torch had decided he didn’t want to evolve, and his trainer was furiously demanding that he do so immediately. It seemed that Torch had felt the urge coming and suddenly suppressed it, much to his trainer’s ire as he had wanted the additional power that naturally came with an evolved Pokémon. Later on, Torch would explain that in that moment, he felt a deep-seated panic suddenly surge up in him, a fear of how different he might end up after the evolution…it was a well-known thing that Pokémon could experience some pretty significant personality shifts after evolution, it didn’t always happen but it wasn’t anomalous when it did, and Torch simply was too frightened to go through it. This was perhaps not articulated terribly clearly to the trainer, but Darius had a feeling it was unlikely the trainer would have cared anyway.

The upshot of it all was, after a while, the trainer had thrown up his arms and disowned Torch, telling him to go find some sucker who’d accept a weak, worthless tiny Pokémon to get beaten down over and over, and hurled down the Poké Ball that Darius presumed held Torch, the force of the impact doing real damage to the ball and disabling it, effectively releasing the Charmander. Torch had been nearly in tears even as he maintained his defiance, watching his trainer abandon him in a fit of rage because he made a decision for himself. To Darius, it had been unconscionable to do such a thing, Pokémon should have been allowed to make their own decisions when it came to those sorts of things - most of them liked the idea of evolving, but those who didn’t shouldn’t have been forced into it. He really hadn’t known what had compelled him, a man then in his early twenties who lived a quiet life and hadn’t ever really had a desire to be a trainer, approach the despondent Torch and offer him a place to stay, but he had, and the tearful lizard had taken him up on it.

And to think, that had only been the start…Darius had never seen this twist in his life coming, but he had no regrets.

Within days, Darius had gotten a license, and formally adopted Torch as his own Pokémon. While Darius worked, Torch trained himself, the sadness in his gut having turned to anger and intent to prove to everyone that he was just as capable as a Charmander as he would be in any other size or shape. And Darius, far from trying to challenge this perception, encouraged Torch to be who he wanted to be, and promised that he would never, ever pressure Torch to change for him. Perhaps it had been easier for Darius because he had never really had any ambitions for glory or anything, but all that meant in the end was that he wasn’t putting himself and his own desires in front of a Pokémon’s, trying to demand that he change his body and mind for him.

It wasn’t long before they were going on weekend excursions, not traveling too far away but facing down more live action outside of their town. And it was on one of these that Darius literally almost tripped over Loch, the Totodile exhausted and weary, sleeping in a shady spot until getting jolted awake by Darius’s foot. He didn’t know where his trainer was, but he broke down crying as he said he was sure he was left behind - another mon who didn’t want to evolve, and was punished by someone who they thought they could trust. Torch, initially cool to the Totodile, immediately changed his tune upon hearing Loch’s story, and all but begged Darius to take him in like he had Torch. How could he have said no?

By the time Loch had worked his way fully into Darius’s heart as well, the human knew that his calling had changed. He departed from his job and took to the road with Torch and Loch, a desire to broaden his experience and help his partners build their confidence burgeoning in him that he could no longer ignore. He had no concrete objective - he wasn’t seeking to challenge the league, or take on some sensational trial that some put themselves through almost to death, he just wanted to bond with his buddies and help them live the life they wanted to.

It wasn’t much longer before their team swelled from two to four, and both from similar situations. Glen he’d run into in an almost identical situation to Torch, except the Treecko was a lot meeker and the trainer wasn’t quite as volcanic in her anger. But neither was Darius passive this time, stepping in and confronting the trainer, and telling her in no uncertain terms that if she wasn’t going to respect her Pokémon’s decision over his body and life that she needed to part from him, and that he would accept Glen for who he was if she wasn’t willing to. She hadn’t been, and Glen had reluctantly accepted a transfer of possession. It had been a difficult adjustment for the Treecko, who had been very attached to his trainer, but Torch and Loch had quickly bolstered him up, and helped him gain confidence that he had been very lacking in to that point.

Perhaps also aided by having another to get that comfort with. Only a couple days later, they’d run into a Buizel wandering around, looking for his trainer. He refused to believe that he’d been abandoned, insisting that his trainer had said it was perfectly all right if he never became a Floatzel, but after a thorough search of the area turned up nothing, he’d come to accept the crushing reality…a blow softened by Darius’s immediate offer of joining them, and an assurance that he was actually fine with it and three mons to back up his claims. The Buizel decided to join, but wanted to be quit of his old name, not wanting to be reminded of a trainer that had abandoned him so cruelly, and took the name Eddy instead.

The early days of the journey had Darius being rather worried that he was going to be inundated with this sort of chicanery with distressing frequency, but that had thankfully turned out not to be the case - the rapid spate of finds had been an unusual occurrence, and by the time they came across another abandoned Pokémon for the same reason, Darius had contacts of other like-minded people willing to take them in, either traveling trainers or people in other fields where a Pokémon of smaller stature could be helpful to them. It was a cause that had grown to be near and dear to him, and he felt just as determined to help his partners prove their mettle against others, showing the world how wrong they were to treat them the way they did. Their record was certainly not perfect, but even in their losses they made it competitive, and they won a lot more than they lost. To Darius, it wasn’t about wins or losses, but about demonstrating that size was not everything…though, there was one win that he did hold close to his heart, the day they ran into Torch’s old trainer and the seething Charmander had blown through every single one of that dick’s mons with a tranquil fury that would likely have put even the legendaries on edge. To see them fall one by one, the panic in the trainer’s eyes as he seemed all but certain Torch would turn those flames on him, and then the mental meltdown he had when Torch turned his back on him and walked away, only stopping to look back and deliver one three-word parting shot, was absolutely perfect in Darius’s eyes.

“Who’s weak now?”

Most of their battles, of course, didn’t carry nearly that sort of gravity. It was mostly just the four Pokémon pitting themselves against challenges that most thought they couldn’t win, and most of the time proving them decisively wrong. And Darius gave them all every bit of encouragement and support that he could, befitting his role as he saw it. Maybe it was just because he hadn’t ever imagined this lifestyle before, but he hadn’t taken the approach of a typical trainer, instead serving more as a commander and coordinator and letting the mons act more of their own volition. If he saw something that he wasn’t sure they saw, he would issue a command, but that was uncommon especially these days. That didn’t mean he wasn’t necessary or wanted - he was an adept commander, an effective training coach, and a valued friend. Just knowing that they had someone who supported them unconditionally was what gave Torch, Loch, Glen, and Eddy the confidence they had to keep pressing forward and standing against the challenges they faced, and they often said they couldn’t value him enough.

Of course, there was another role he filled…or, rather, one that filled him, quite regularly. His other little secret to how he’d gotten so close to them, one he kept much closer to the proverbial vest.

“Oy, Darius!” Torch was the one calling him over. “You just gonna sit there and stare all night? Or do you wanna get up close and personal?”

“Hah, that’s not even a fair question, we all know what he wants,” snickered Eddy. “But it’s what we all want, too, right?”

Darius flushed just the slightest bit as he crawled over towards the group of mons. “You’re never shy about expressing it, are you?”

“Not when it’s just us. Why should we be, when we’re all on the same page?” As Darius neared, Eddy pulled his head close and gave him a lick on the cheek. “We had another good day today, and we wanna make sure you get to enjoy the good feelings, too. Now lose the clothes, boy-toy.”

There it was - the magic words that made clear the things were shifting for a little bit. Just hearing that had an effect on Darius, a stirring in his loins that was no doubt being matched by the four little mons that had him surrounded. He didn’t have too much on that would slow things down, since they’d already settled down for the night - just a light T-shirt and shorts, courtesy of the nice weather and the heat from the fire. And they were quickly finding their way off of him, as he prepared to receive the attentions of his partners.

It hadn’t started off this way - in fact, Darius hadn’t even contemplated the idea on his own until well after Eddy had joined. And it was the cheeky Buizel that had made the first overture, after a very accidental interruption of a pawing session - Darius hadn’t even been looking for him, he’d just happened to be going off to get some firewood when he’d walked past Eddy, seen the Buizel sitting and panting and thinking something was wrong…something that had very rapidly been disabused as he saw that poker being stroked. And Eddy, after that moment of shock at being caught, had just put on a knowing grin and relaxed back, asking him if he saw something he liked.

Darius had blanched then, but it hadn’t taken long for things to take that ribald turn.

It had been on his mind in the days afterwards, and he knew the others had heard about it, too - they were all thick as thieves and there was no way Eddy hadn’t said something, the Buizel was definitely the least filtered of the bunch. Darius had never once contemplated anything lewd with his partners…though, it wasn’t like he was naïve, he knew they were having fun between themselves when they had moments of privacy, and he made sure they had a decent number of those. Small though they were, they were all mature Pokémon, possessed of their desires and urges, and who was he to make it difficult for them? But with him? Darius had never found himself particularly needy, and had in fact wondered for a good while if he was asexual or something, as the usual things that seemed to draw the eyes of his peers never seemed to trigger anything like that in himself.

But that cocky little Buizel smirk and the way Eddy nudged at him…THAT had done something.

When the four came to him, it had been Torch leading the way - even though Darius suspected that Eddy was a bit more of the driving force, Torch had the seniority, and though the four didn’t have any formal hierarchy, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement between them that he was the ‘leader’ in a sense. His Charmander had been very earnest with him, that they all cared for him deeply and they wanted to express that physically with him, and it was all right if he didn’t want to but they definitely wanted to share that if Darius was receptive. By that time, Darius had come to the conclusion that there was no real reason NOT to accept it - he was interested, they were interested, and they all cuddled together plenty, this was just a touch closer than that, right?

Now, over a year on, Darius definitely had no regrets. His clothes hit the grass, to be forgotten until the morning, and he laid back on the ground the starry sky overhead the only witness to their oncoming fun. Only a couple things needed to make this complete…and they were coming out right now, as he felt something wrap around his ankles and then get staked into the ground by Loch and Eddy, while Torch was doing the same thing to Darius’s wrists, which he helpfully offered together over his head. The padded bindings were pretty secure; with enough repeated jerks, Darius probably could have dislodged them from the ground, but that would have taken a while and probably not helped much in the long run with his wrists. As far as he was concerned, he was nice and trapped, exposed for the four mons which were looking down at him with an eager hunger, their own erections exposed and the light scents wafting into the air.

Darius was the most obviously aroused one of them all, though.

This, too, had not been how things had opened. The initial play with the four of them had been quite gentle and restrained, the mons easing Darius in until he was used to everything they could offer. It wasn’t terrifically challenging, the four of them were far from the largest and most challenging Pokémon to get used to - Torch and Loch about the same height, Eddy a touch taller, Glen a bit smaller, the four over time had grown slightly larger than a typical member of their species but in absolute terms Darius still dwarfed them. It wasn’t like he was trying to handle a Beartic or something - which, apparently, was hardly an insurmountable challenge in its own right, though he wasn’t about to seek that out on his own terms. So they hadn’t been too hard for him to handle, but they still had been quite gentle with him - after all, they did have the numbers edge, and didn’t want to overwhelm Darius.

But slowly, things had started to change a bit. It was Eddy who had done it first, but Torch and then Loch had began to follow not long after. Little things, little extra aggressions and pushes, nothing nasty, just a little bit of extra force here and there…and Darius had responded with extra jolts of lust. Something about them taking charge, it was giving him that little extra edge that pushed it over the line from something he enjoyed to something he desired, that extra little thrill that really made it for him. Now he understood why that first display from Eddy had left such an impression - that had been his mind telling him what he really wanted.

He’d made it official a couple months after they started by sitting them down and talking to them - he liked their dominant displays and was eager to let them do more. And three of the four had been very eager about this…Glen was the lone exception, but only because he himself was not quite as dominant as the others were. But they worked out what they could do to satisfy all of them, and that had brought them to their current play. None of them were crude or demeaning, they all were adamant that they never wanted Darius to feel disrespected or used, and the term ‘boy-toy’ - their indication for when they were eager to get spicy - was about the harshest language they used with him. Getting trussed up like this wasn’t an everyday thing, but it was something Darius definitely enjoyed a lot when it happened; he felt very much like a toy at that point, able to be used by them as they wished, and it was such a thrill.

The first one he saw stepping up by his legs was Glen, and Darius knew exactly what was coming. While the others would have gone for his exposed rear, the Treecko had a different target entirely - that erect spire of flesh that was jutting up from Darius’s groin, a healthy-sized tool that was no worse than a match for Eddy, maybe even a touch longer, though not much. His little guys were pretty big down below, but that was just a Pokémon thing, and they seemed to appreciate that he wasn’t outclassed by them - particularly Glen, who really liked getting that under his tail. He stabilized himself on Darius’s hips, using his sticky toes to secure his purchase before pushing himself down on Darius’s cock, moaning loudly as that tool sank into him, and getting a similar one out of Darius as that gentle warmth enveloped his staff. It was far from unfamiliar - Glen was the only one who rode him regularly, the others only took rare turns, and it wasn’t common for Glen to take another position, the subby Treecko just not as satisfied being on top. But this was definitely an adequate compromise for him, and Darius could see that leaking shaft, smooth and moderately tapered, oozing sweet and sticky fluid onto the human’s skin.

Just as Glen started working him, though, Darius’s head was tilted back again, depriving him of the sight of Glen’s ride. He’d have a different one soon enough, as he was looking up at the cheeky grin of Eddy. “Enjoying yourself? Good, so are we. But we’ve got a few things to get to, don’t we? It’s gonna take all night if only one of us gets attention at a time…”

Darius was, of course, expecting this - one of the ways his small buddies worked their dominant magic was the numbers advantage. And Eddy clearly was eager as he didn’t wait for a response this time, instead clambering over Darius’s face and pushing his fuzzy butt right into it. “Mmph, you know what to do…I may be nice and wet, but I’m sure that tongue can make me even wetter.”

It was hard to match the wetness of a Water-type, but Darius had no problem trying. His tongue darted out of his mouth and he started to lick, slurping over the Buizel’s tailhole in between moans as Glen continued to massage and squeeze his cock. He could feel cool precum drooling down onto his chest and neck, the offerings of Eddy that would be more robust by the time they were done - Eddy certainly wasn’t going to get off until he got off, but fortunately by this point Darius knew just how to make that happen, even without the advantage of his hands. He was very familiar with all four of them by now, and while they often switched things up, he knew what each of them liked more than anything else, and Eddy was definitely the one who got the most out of a good rimming.

Not that Darius didn’t get anything out of it himself. He kept slurping at that pucker, his pleasured moans now being flavored by that tantalizing freshness and minute musky hint. Size did matter in a few ways, and one of them was scent - bigger mons had much thicker and stronger musk, while smaller ones had a drastically diminished level which made for a lighter and gentler flavor. Eddy’s scent was like a fresh spring, with just the right touch of that masculine tenor; Darius was quite partial to it, he wasn’t sure he could go for the denser male flavors so much but his spunky quartet just seemed to hit the spot.

And speaking of hitting the spot…Darius slipped his tongue inside that tailhole, making Eddy gasp and keen as he squeezed down on the intruding organ. The human wasn’t stopping his motions despite the mustelid’s best efforts, working in deeper and slurping at him, trying to seek out and tease that pleasure button. It wasn’t too hard to tell when he got there, not with as loud as Eddy got when his prostate was being poked…sure enough, he soon heard that telltale cry, and felt a spurt of wetness pulse over his chest and stomach. The Buizel was quite productive, as was the norm for Water-types…getting hit by THAT Water Gun wasn’t liable to hurt, but it was quite a bit messier.

That wasn’t the only fluid getting onto Darius, though, as Glen was adding his own contribution, less copious but much more lingering - where Eddy’s quickly dripped down, Glen’s sticky stuff clung to him, quite a bit thicker and more viscous even as precum. He could feel the Treecko’s hands gripping onto him as he pushed down and pulled up on Darius’s dong, spearing himself at quite a robust pace. That tight tailhole felt so good, Darius couldn’t help but push up into him a bit, though there wasn’t that much he could do from the position Glen was in, since he only pushed the Treecko up at the same time. At least, until Glen matched his pace and pushed down when he bucked up, adding to the intensity he was getting.

The chorus of moans and cries got louder as all three of them got closer to the finish. Darius’s were more muffled, but still plenty audible as he pressed himself as firmly as he could into Eddy’s rear, trying to give that entire asshole as good a tonguing as he could, not just focusing on that one very sensitive spot, though he made sure to give that plenty of attention as well. Eddy had to lean forward and steady himself on Darius now, mewling as he tried to hold back that oncoming climax, but leaking so much it almost seemed like he was there anyway. And Glen was driving down on Darius so desperately that it almost looked like he might buck himself right off, his eyes shut tight and jaw clenched in an intense expression of focus. It was clear none of them was lasting much longer - something that the onlooking Torch and Loch were thankful for, as they were pawing at each other and getting impatient.

That rough ride from Glen finally did the trick for Darius - he cried out into Eddy’s backside as his climax hit, sending his load into the Treecko. Almost immediately, Glen joined him, a quavering, breathless cry erupting from him as he hilted once more, letting loose his own sticky seed onto the human’s stomach as he was filled up with that oh-so-desirable essence, finally able to relax a bit as he took in what Darius had to offer. It took just a little bit longer for Eddy to reach the same point, Darius almost frantically trying to eat him out until he finally unloaded with a gasp and a cute growl, gushing his watery jizz vigorously out onto Darius, a couple of the bolts almost reaching Glen, splattering into the coating of syrup that was right near the Treecko. Eddy wasn’t letting Darius off the hook that easily, though, continuing to grind against the human’s face throughout his orgasm, not relenting on his hold on his tongue until his shots began to taper off and he ran out of steam.

Finally, Darius was relieved of his duty, and he slumped back, panting as he got a chance to catch his breath, the air somewhat clearer but still heavily tinged with Buizel, as well as some of the sweetness of Treecko. His cock was also freed up, Glen lifting himself up slowly off of the spent tool, leaking a bit of Darius’s cream from his own rear end. “Ah…that feels…so good, every time.” Glen’s legs were a little wobbly as he clambered off of the human, needing a hand to steady himself before he could step aside, a cute blush on his face. Eddy also got off of Darius, though he more flopped to the side and rolled a bit, not feeling like walking after that draining release.

They were done, but Darius was not - not with two other needy boys coming towards him. Torch hopped over his thigh and settled between the human’s legs, his steaming tool drooling a little bit of lava off the tip; it was smooth, yet pitted with some hot spots under the pointed head. “Hope you’ve got enough left in the tank, Dar, because I’m feeling especially frisky…” The Charmander had a sneaky look on his face. “Gave myself a Dragon Dance before getting in here, so that means extra fast, extra hard…”

Darius wasn’t about to complain - extra fast and extra hard just meant extra fun. Not unusual when Torch took that position, Loch and Eddy might have enjoyed taking cracks at his ass but the fiery reptile got the most out of it. And he was GOOD at it, too, creatively using his talents to maximize his impact. Darius certainly didn’t think of him as ‘too small’, in fact his size was a pretty pristine fit, but Torch still always wanted to make it feel like he was getting railed by something a good bit bigger and stronger. Whatever he wanted, though, Darius was happy to accept it.

But he wouldn’t be seeing it, only feeling it, as Loch was suddenly at his head, mounting up and pushing his own dick against the human’s face; it felt cool, slick, slightly rubbery, thicker than the others by just a bit, with a blunter head and a bit of a ridge in the middle. “Hope Eddy didn’t wear out your mouth, because I wanna get as much outta you as I can,” the Totodile murred with just that perfect amount of pushiness that Darius enjoyed, as he gripped the human’s head nice and tight with his clawed hands. “Gotta make sure you get all the hydration you could ever want, and cool you down from that heat that’s about to claim your ass again.”

Darius felt his face redden, and let his jaw go slack, opening up for Loch. Of course the thickest one of them would want to be the biggest mouthful…and Loch wasn’t one to make Darius do most of the work, he loved to go to town, mashing himself into that oral passage and pouring his fluids down the human’s throat. But Darius’s tongue was the real selling point, he wanted to feel it at least try to lick and slurp along the underside of his cock, that extra little bit of stimulation that made it his favorite passage. There was definitely a distinct advantage to all his buddies having a preference, it wasn’t difficult to get them all satisfied - they certainly did switch things up from time to time, but in a pinch, the old standbys would work well enough.

With Loch in position, the little gator mon pushed inside, forcefully but not too quick, giving Darius a chance to relax himself and open his throat up for him. Although Loch didn’t go in too deep, it was enough that there was a risk of gagging if he overdid it, and the last thing either of them wanted was a potential mishap with Darius’s teeth, especially considering that Loch was thick enough to make it hard for him not to brush against them anyway. But once Loch’s slit was flush with Darius’s face, the risk was pretty much gone; he could feel that cool meat stretching the first inch or two of his throat, dribbling cool, slightly salty liquid down into his gullet. And he could taste Loch’s flavor, a similar freshness but with a different tang than Eddy; he wasn’t about to try to pick favorites, they were each desirable in their own way.

As Loch started to hump into Darius’s mouth, Torch took his time to make his own impact, driving his cock into his trainer’s ass without reservation. He felt that reflexive spasm around him, making him hiss in bliss as he was embedded in that cool (to him) tightness once again, and hearing the drawn-out moan between the slurping and sucking sounds up at Darius’s face was immensely satisfying. They all felt such gratification at being able to please their trainer, who had done so much for them, but it was even more intense for Torch, that Fire-type psychology making passion run hotter. Every time he gave Darius attention, he wanted it to be the best his human could ever hope for…and that was one reason he was SO glad Darius had a subby streak in him, because being able to go all out and rough as he wanted just made the whole world of possibilities available to him.

Torch’s initial thrusts were plenty vigorous in their own right, that Charmander cock smearing blazing heat all throughout that passage as deep as he could get it, leaking fluids making Darius ever more sensitive to his fire, and he was nailing that precise spot that he knew would get his trainer so revved up - with all the experience he had, he knew exactly where to poke, and he could already see Darius’s erection revive from the treatment. He felt faster and looser than ever, the Dragon Dance having given him a very enjoyable rush. Oh, how often he’d been tempted to apply more than one charge…he wanted to save that for something really special, though. It wasn’t the only trick he had up his sleeve, though…with a bit of focus, he started to unleash bursts of heat through his cock, timed with the moment his hips smacked into the human.

Darius could feel that HARD, and it was making him spasm around Torch and squirt out a little bit of pre, not quite as productive as he was the first time around but still able to offer a little. But that heat was incredible, it was one of those tricks that made Torch feel bigger - not physically, but just in terms of the impact. That hot rush reached deeper than the Charmander’s cock did, and spread deeper as well, meaning Torch wasn’t just good at prodding his prostate but also bathing it in thermal pleasure. It was almost TOO good, and one reason why Torch usually waited until round two, because Darius always struggled to hold back his climax under such a potent assault…with one under his belt, he was usually naturally held back enough to be able to really savor the fiery creature’s attentions.

And it also helped sync him up with whoever else he was working on…challenging as it was, Darius forced himself to turn his attentions to Loch, as the Totodile ramped up his own thrusting. One would have thought a scaly body smacking against his face would be painful, but Loch had dialed in the perfect technique to hit without overdoing it, while still getting maximum speed right up until that point. Well, he HAD had a lot of practice…but Darius was making sure to participate a little more actively now, swirling his tongue along the underside of that cock as it drove in and out, suckling and swallowing and tensing down to provide a little more stimulation and pressure, giving Loch all that he could.

It was definitely doing the trick. “Nngh…damn, Darius, you get better at this every time I do it…haah, I’m one of the luckiest mons in the world. Keep that up, I’ll be giving you your treat in no time…” Darius certainly had no intention of stopping, though as far as he was concerned Loch’s ecstasy was a treat in its own right. Still, he kept at it, moaning through his own pleasure, his body rocking a little but Torch and Loch keeping their spots just where they needed to, in total control of him. They were so good at controlling him even with the size difference…Darius couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like to be on their level, how wildly outclassed he would be, how much more intense their roughness might feel. It was an idle curiosity, though, nothing he needed - he loved everything he got just the way things were. And he made sure to show that however he could, trying to amp up their pleasure with whatever limited means he had, even while under that solid control.

The pleasure was getting towards that crest again, and he could start to feel the urge bubbling back into his loins. Darius upped his own actions, tightening down on Torch and Loch and giving the Totodile more work with his mouth, trying to bring them as close as he was. They couldn’t have been far away, the ample precum flooding his mouth and ass were signals of their impending release…he could barely keep up with Loch, that overly-productive reptile made him swallow frequently and yet his pre still ended up overflowing, squirting and leaking out of his mouth and running down his face and chin. There was never a chance he could ever keep up with him or Eddy, but that never deterred him from trying - his efforts only pleasured them further, after all, and whatever made things better for them was a good thing.

As things were reaching their close, Torch was letting off a good bit of steam with each breath, and even a little smoke. The heat was getting quite intense around him, enough that he could hear the hissing of the fluids that were already on Darius, steaming and drying out where his fiery aura reached. But that wasn’t his only focus…he eyed the human’s stiff shaft with mischief in mind. There was always fun to be had, and he had a few tricks he didn’t pull out very often, including the one he was preparing now. His thrusts slowed just a little bit, not enough to keep pushing him towards the limit but just enough that he could let go of Darius with one hand, which he brought down to his steaming spire and gathered up a little of his scalding precum. Carefully, he brought the adultered claw up to that vulnerable organ…and in a swift motion, gripped the top, pulling back the foreskin just a little more, and swiping that claw across the head, depositing that fiery fluid along that most sensitive flesh.

The effect was immediate - Darius’s eyes shot wide open and he nearly gagged on Loch as he spasmed hard around both Pokémon, his cock shooting off quite energetically as his second orgasm rocked him, the rush through his dick far more potent than he ever could have been ready for. Torch slammed himself in and let Darius take him the rest of the way with his active ass, tilting the human’s cock so that he could catch some of that milk in his mouth as he finally let loose, pulsing his searing lava as deep into Darius as he possibly could. Up at his head, Loch let out his own cry, and suddenly Darius’s cheeks ballooned out as he was flooded with that saltier, tastier spunk, a good bit of which jetted out from his lips as he was overwhelmed rapidly - even his rapid swallows weren’t nearly enough, Loch was like an out-of-control hose. The Totodile did thrust in hard, letting the next shots go directly down Darius’s throat, but also preventing him from swallowing what was already in there, so there was still plenty leaking out as his lips and cheeks got worn out. Messy as all get-out, but Darius wasn’t afraid of a little mess…he was more than used to it by this point, anyway, given that Pokémon tended not to be too concerned about that sort of thing. At least, not when they were outside…hotel rooms were a different story.

Darius’s climax didn’t last quite as long this time, his weary body unable to keep up that level of energy, but Torch found himself with a good mouthful of Darius’s seed by the end of it, and swallowed it down, licking his chops. A very different taste from any of his comrades, but somehow more delectable…then again, how could anything about Darius be bad? He kept grinding against the human’s ass, giving as much of his own fluid as he could, but he could feel his own load tapering off after what felt like not nearly long enough. There was such satisfaction in such a good draining, and giving so much pleasure to his human…they only had so many ways to show what Darius meant to them, that they could use this one was especially gratifying, not all humans were comfortable with that.

Only when Loch finally pulled out of Darius’s mouth did Torch finally extract himself as well, intent on being the last impression their trainer had. His softening dick was still drooling a bit of his spunk, but he paid that no mind, instead going towards one of the bindings around Darius’s legs and pulling it from the ground, then undoing it. Glen was already working on the other leg, and Eddy on the wrists, freeing up their human, his time as their eager plaything at an end, for the night. He certainly seemed well spent, but Darius’s smile was as big as ever…it was always taxing, but the payoff was so, so worth it.

One very quick, cursory hosedown from Loch later, Darius found himself in a nice, close cuddle pile with all four of his precious friends. Wiped as he was, it wasn’t taking too long for sleep to claim him, but he made sure his arms were making contact with all four before he went out, feeling them nestling up to him, a wonderfully disparate mix of sensations of heat and coolness against his skin and elation in his heart. It was moments like this, the raw intimacy and its aftermath, that he felt closer to them than ever…the perfect little bonding exercise to keep them all as tight as any group ever could be. Those who only thought about having powerful Pokémon were missing out on what really mattered in life, the kind of connection that one could have if they truly valued their companions and gave them every reason to return that value. He wouldn’t have traded any of them for the world, and he knew they felt the same, and that was what had REAL meaning.