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It was certainly strange to be accompanied by not one but two pokemon. Weeks ago, when Grant only had his Butterfree, he didn't feel nearly this level of companionship. It was closer to dating two very different men than it was training pokemon, but somehow there wasn't a hint of jealousy between them. The only conflict Ravri and Zegrath had was how to treat Grant. Ravri was a cuddly, snuggly guy that wanted Grant's approval and attention, while Zegrath demanded to continue treating him as a cock slut.

Though Zegrath was demanding as always, he was less violent with his affections, and thanks to their trek through a colossal forest, he had plenty of dark corners and bushes to drag Grant into for his daily ass-ramming or throatfucking. Thankfully, despite a healthy attraction to Ravri's rump, he didn't forget about his original bitch. Every day Grant walked with a slight limp, supported by the Rillaboom and dripping a steady stream of Arcanine cum, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Clinging to Grant's arm, Ravri couldn't stop smiling. Despite his massive size, he seemed determined to match his gait with the human's, leaning against him like a smitten date. It was strange compared to the sexual harassment and growled promises he'd usually receive from Zegrath, but not unwelcome.

"Aren't there any pokemon in this forest? I thought wild pokemon would try to attack us." Almost disappointed, Zegrath kicked the grass in front of him, his arms behind his head. It wasn't the first disappointment of the week since the Arcanine realized that his clothes were moisture-wicking and his trademark sweaty musk couldn't build up to excess. Sitting on a nearby stump, he sighed, looking around. "Hey, slut. I'm bored. Come over here and suck my cock."

Shivering at the usual demanding tone in the canine's voice, Grant nodded, dropping to his knees without complaint. Unzipping the Arcanine's jeans and freeing his growing shaft, he pressed reverent kisses along its length, his tongue flicking over the drooling tip as he drank the pokemon's arousal. Like a broken slut, he dove down the Arcanine's length, his lips kissing Zegrath's knot without a single gag leaving his throat.

"That's it. To the base. Daddy wants to fuck your throat." Stretching his legs, Zegrath took on an almost doting expression, cramming his cock to the root and licking his lips as Grant's throat spasmed around his pointed tip. Unlike their first few matings, he was remarkably gentle but firm, his claws sheathed and his hips stilled, but his paws' steely grip still guided Grant's face along his cock.

"Master's so good at that." Standing awkwardly next to Zegrath and ignoring the bulge in his shorts, Ravri watched the slow rise and fall of the human's mouth as though observing a master of their craft. "I don't know what to do with stuff like this, but it looks fun."

"You don't have to be quite as slutty as our 'master.' With that massive cock swinging between your legs, you can do things he can't. Slut boy's mouth and ass are his best features." Tugging Grant's mouth off his cock and letting the panting human drool over his balls instead, slurping leathery orbs, Zegrath reached out to drag the Rillaboom closer. Tugging his pants down to free the massive gorilla cock trapped within, he trailed his fingers along its underside, peeling back the foreskin to lap at the head.

Shy and shivering with every touch, Ravri endured slow strokes and teasing licks, his cock bouncing with an eagerness that the rest of him seemed incapable of showing. "A-Am I that big? My last master told me I was useless and that no one would ever want me." With a soft groan, he pushed forward, his cockhead smearing over the Arcanine's tongue and glistening on his lips.

Shimmying further out of his pants and breaking free from Grant's sloppy sucking, Zegrath thought for a moment. "It's your lucky day." With a smirk, he stood, tugging Ravri into a sloppy tongue-heavy kiss that dripped drool down the Rillaboom's chest, sliming the space between bouncy pecs. "C'mere. Put that big cock to work." He cooed, bringing Ravri's hesitant fingers around to grip his rump and pulling him down toward the stump.

Watching as the gorilla awkwardly maneuvered himself into place, Grant fixated on the wobble of the juicy gorilla rump in front of his face. Careful not to disturb the gorilla's soft prodding, he massaged those juicy cheeks, spreading them apart. Pleasantly puffy and well worked by Arcanine cock, the Rillaboom's hole clenched in the breeze pulsing in time with his first thrust.

Unable to resist Ravri's rump, Grant buried his face, kissing his way from the plump space behind big balls and zeroing in on his hole. One long lick tasted the floral sweetness before he settled in, licking at the Rillaboom's hole with more insistent, deeper laps until he popped his tongue through, circling his inner walls. Strangely, even the inside of his ass tasted sweet, encouraging Grant further.

Speeding thrusts mashed grant's face into that bouncing grass-type rump, his slippery hole clenching desperately. "So w-warm. H-How does anyone hold back like this?" Voice high pitched and panting, Ravri squirmed, shoving himself to the hilt within Zegrath's sweat-drenched hole. Telltale clenches brought his orgasm, and Grant swore he could hear the Rillaboom basting Zegrath's innards.

"Already soft? You need to work on your stamina." Zegrath's growling voice with a tinge of annoyance trailed off, and the sound of sloppy throatfucking floated through the clearing, followed by muffled moans from the trapped gorilla.

Watching as Ravri's cock withdrew from Zegrath's clenching hole, Grant stuffed his face into the vacated space, slurping the sloppy excess without a care for the soft cock dripping into his hair. Musky canine ass mixed with the sweet honey of Rillaboom cum coated his face with every deep lick, but he buried his face, groaning happily as Zegrath's thighs clamped down on either side.

"At least you're productive. We can always work on how long you last, but this fucking load can't be trained. Isn't that right, slut?" Affectionately ruffling Grant's hair, Zegrath lounged backward, stroking himself slowly while the human sucked Ravri's load from his ass. Moments passed with nothing but the slow schlick of his stroking paws and the groaning human's sloppy slurps, until with a luxuriating growl, he leaned back, his cock firing off high-pressure jets of canine cum to paint a nearby bush.

Licking his lips, Grant sat back, shamelessly stroking himself to the Arcanine's upturned rump. As the last dripping drops of cum drooled down Zegrath's length, Grant added his contribution to the mess below, sighing happily. "You know, daddy. We'd be through this forest already if you didn't keep fucking me." Teasing the dominant canine, he stood, pulling his pants up and reaching into his bag for a towel to clean the gorilla cum from his face.

"Fat fucking chance I'll let a day go by without draining my balls." Pulling his jeans up without bothering to clean his cummy groin and rump, the Arcanine stretched, yanking Grant onto his lap. Slopping his tongue past the human's lips, he dragged him into a passionate, dominating kiss, sharing Ravri's flavor.

"I kinda like going slow." Ravri chimed in, squeezing his way into the embrace and lifting the Arcanine and human from the log with the sheer force of his affectionate hug. "There are fewer people around, and it's so quiet and pretty. The other stuff's fun too, though." He finished, looking away with a shy smile.

"Well, we'll reach Dualia in less than a day. I hope you guys are ready to take on two Gyms in a row because we need the money. You two eat like starving Tauros." Grant patted the affectionate ape's arm, wiping Arcanine drool from his mouth with one sleeve. Standing, he beckoned toward the path, adjusting his clothes and shuddering as his underwear teased his oversensitive cock.

A few hours later, they reached Dualia. A strange city with a dual color palette, Dualia stretched off in either direction, with the western side deepening to bright electric blue while the East was a fiery red. One of the only cities in the world with two Gyms, it was renowned for its ability to stump most trainers who focused on a single pokemon rather than a team.

"Let's go to the water gym first. I want to see what this big guy can do." Slapping Ravri's ass, the Arcanine grinned, striding off ahead to look through shop windows. Though he didn't say it, he was heavily implying that the other Gym would be a piece of cake for him, and honestly, Grant didn't doubt it. Even if they were resistant to his flames, Zegrath was deceptively strong despite his curvy body, so he'd probably end up punching some poor pokemon in the face until it cried.

Thankfully, the Gym wasn't far. With Zegrath leading the way and Ravri clinging nervously to his arm, Grant climbed the stairs, cocking an eyebrow at the intricate fountains flanking the entrance. They all seemed to depict the same guy, but somehow, they seemed to be a bit of a brag, with exaggerated muscles and chiseled features.

After registering Ravri as part of his team, Grant found his theory on the Gym-leader correct. Inside the Gym, the same man decorated nearly every inch of the walls. Even the high-pressure water fountains that created the Gyms puzzle were exact recreations of his face, with water gushing from his mouth and a smirking expression.

"Um. I don't want to get my clothes wet. Can we go straight up there?" Ravri looked out from behind Grant, pointing at the exit. Touching the ground ear Grant's feet, he started a massive wooden pathway growing from the stone pathway. "See? I can get us up there without pressing any of these switches."

"I guess there's nothing in the rules against it, but this feels like cheating." Shrugging sheepishly at the Gym trainers as they stared open-mouthed at the trio, Grant patted Ravri's arm. "But if it's what you want to do, this is fine by me. I'm pretty sure this proves that you could defeat all of them, too."

"Damn, you've been holding out on us." Playfully punching Ravri's arm, Zegrath hopped across the bridge, waiting by the Gym Leader's room. "Come on, big guy, let's see what else you can do. If you impress me, I might suck your dick." Pantomiming a blowjob, the Arcanine chuckled, his tail swishing from side to side as he walked through the door.

"Master, promise you won't hate me if I'm not a good fighter," Ravri asked with a shake of his voice, slouching until it almost seemed like he was hiding behind Grant. "Please? I don't want to be alone anymore."

"I'm pretty sure Zegrath would demand I keep you around so he can play with your ass. It'll be fine if you fail, Rav. Try your best for me. If you try, I won't be angry at you." Patting the Rillaboom's back, Grant embraced him in the shadow of the doorway, kissing his cheek. Honestly, it was criminal how adorable Ravri managed to be.

"You've made it this far! Congratulations! Not many make it past my water features." Dressed in an embarrassingly skimpy speedo and a diving cap, the Gym leader stood at the center of the room, standing in waist-high water. A cocky grin split his face, and his muscles flexed, intentionally showing off a physique that no doubt required hours in a gym.

A few rocky outcroppings offered a place to stand that wasn't underwater, where Zegrath was already sitting, his feet trailing in the water. Honestly, it seemed a little bit unfair to create a battlefield suited to water-types, but Grant supposed that was the entire point of a Gym. To force trainers to adjust their strategy to defeat them, rather than providing an even playing field for all pokemon.

Taking his place on the outcropping in front of the Gym leader, Ravri sighed, shaking his arms and taking an over-the-top stance with his fists raised. If not for the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes and his glances back at Grant for reassurance, he would have seemed intimidating.

"A fully evolved pokemon? Good, it looks like I won't have to hold myself back." Pulling a Pokeball from Arceus knows where, the Gym leader tossed out a Gyrados, posing like a character from a children's cartoon. "Let's see if he can handle my Gyrados! Gyro! Use Hydro Pump!"

Slithering from side to side in a threatening display that matched its trainer's boastful speech, the serpentine pokemon stared Ravri down. Its cheeks swelled as it unleashed a barrage of water that would have knocked most pokemon into the nearby wall, obscuring Ravri from view.

By the time the water cleared, Ravri still stood, blinking as he looked down at his soaked clothes. Shaking fingers reached down to touch ripped cloth, his teeth showing in an uncharacteristic growl, his chest puffing indignantly.

Beating his chest and unleashing a howl, the Rillaboom threw himself through the air, drop-kicking the massive Gyarados hard enough that the serpent flew into the far wall, then followed him. Echoing thuds filled the air as he slapped the creature around, finally grabbing his tail and lifting the whole pokemon above his head, slamming it down on nearby rocks.

"I-I- Shit. Floatzel, go!" Losing his composure in the wake of Ravri's brutal attack, the Gym leader withdrew his battered Gyarados, bringing out his Floatzel. "Use Ice Punch!"

Turning his angry gaze from the disappearing red outline of the Gyarados to the newcomer, Ravri threw himself through the air, meeting the weasel's punch with one of his own. Despite exploiting his weakness, the Floatzel couldn't compete in raw power, flying through the air and crashing into the water. As it tried to swim away, a vine swatted it out of the water, sending it flying into the outcropping closest to the Gym leader, knocked out cold.

"Y-You win. Arceus. Why are you even still here? There's no way you're a new trainer." Swimming backward from the still panting Rillaboom, the Gym leader scrambled out of the water, gathering up their prize and a badge from a nearby pack and hopping across the battlefield to shove it into Grant's hands. "Look, I doubled the reward. Please never come back here."

As the Gym leader ran off through the far door, Ravri plodded back to Grant, his head hanging. "They ripped the shirt you bought for me. I'm sorry, master." Falling to his knees, he nuzzled into Grant's stomach, inconsolable with his mane of green hair falling in his face.

"It's okay big guy; we can go buy you a new one. If we're lucky, we might find an ice cream parlor. You like sweets, don't you?" Stroking through Ravri's hair, Grant looked out over the destruction the Rillaboom caused in his anger. Mentally writing himself a memo to never anger the grass-type, he sighed at Zegrath's shit-eating grin. Hopefully, his next team member wouldn't be as much of a wild card.