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The morning arrived much like the one before. Sunlight streaming down onto Thomas' face, the sound of Chatots welcoming the dawn ringing in his ears. Except this time he was on a bed. It was a welcome change from the last couple of days of hard rocks and dirty ditches. And with Jeremy right there behind him, Thomas just knew everything would be fine. He squirmed under the covers, the plug in his arse still bloating his belly with the sheer volume of cum it was holding back. He spied the small ensuite as Jeremy stirred and an idea formed. “Heya sexy." He moaned quietly. “Feel like a shower?"

“MMMmmm… Haka…" Jeremy muttered happily, a grin creeping up his muzzle as he hugged his human. He had to admire Thomas' spirit. Aside from his trip to the hospital, the man hadn't removed his bracers at all. The sign of Jeremy's dominance there for all to see even when the two were at odds; his mind flashing back to the moment on route 13 where he caught a flash of his trainer before darting for the door, the shiny ring attached to the leather catching his eye. He sighed contentedly, hugging Thomas close before sliding out of bed.

The two quietly made their way to the shower before closing the door. Once shut they were all over each other. Hands caressed cheeks, tongues clashed, mouths moaned and legs intertwined. Despite being the bottom, Thomas had turned the two around, pinning Jeremy to the shower wall playfully. Not that the Hakamo-o minded. He knew what Thomas liked, and he knew where they stood with each other. He was no jealous Dom. Instead he growled lustfully at the act, practically demanding Thomas to take him.

Thomas slid a hand down Jeremy's side and across the wall to the shower tap, and gave the knob a twist. The water blasted out cold, but the two were hot enough as it was to weather the extreme change, a gasp of breath from both the only display of their discomfort. But as the water warmed, hands once again began probing and stroking, searching for each other's sensitive spots. Thomas managed to find several he'd forgotten on Jeremy, and even a couple he never knew he had. While Jeremy's claws circled the little dimples on the man's lower back, human fingers massaged under the small shoulder plates.

Several minutes of moaning and rubbing against each other had both of them hard as a rock. Thomas was about ready to drop to his knees and take Jeremy's cock as far down his throat as possible, when the Hakamo-o did something unexpected. Turning around, he raised his pink and yellow tail to reveal the tight slit of his rear. Thomas thought back to all the times they'd been together and realized this was the first time his Dom partner was requesting to be bottom. Thomas didn't hesitate, a command was a command. He pushed his cock against the slit and met firm resistance. Dry resistance.

Jeremy winced a little, instinctively pulling away from the man before realising his mistake. He was capable of producing pre-cum almost cups at a time, humans… not so much. He turned around and with a stern gaze raised a finger; telling Thomas to stay there. A quick pad down with a towel and even quicker search through the pack and Jeremy returned with the bottle of Desert Pea solution. While outside the shower he beckoned Thomas to the edge and instructed him to hold out a hand. The man did so and was rewarded with a decent dollop of the cooling goop on the tips of his fingers. Jeremy then did an about face and presented himself again. “Haka."

Thomas again wasted no time in doing what he was told, and gently placed his fingers at Jeremy's slit before pusing one in. The Hakamo-o gasped at the sensation but was soon growling for more as Thomas spread the gel as best as possible inside his lover's cavity. The next finger was a little easier to get in and after it had deposited all of the solution it had brought in, it was quickly replaced by Thomas' last two fingers. Jeremy gasped again at the thicker intrusion, but still pushed back against Thomas' hand. The trainer spent a little more time on ensuring his pokemon's insides had been thoroughly coated in the concoction before retreating back into the shower.

Jeremy followed, pushing Thomas against the wall, his rock-solid cock pressing up into the human's bulging belly as he opened his maw around his face. Thomas loved the sensation of Jeremy's beak-like muzzle clamped down across his cheeks, the pokemon's long tongue wrapping around his own as the graphic and extremely passionate kiss drove the two to hump away at each other. But after a few seconds Jeremy's original intention again came to mind and he turned from Thomas, licking his lips.

Under the hot shower, the Hakamo-o presented himself once more. Steam rising from his pink and yellow tail as Thomas closed the distance. He wrapped an arm around the thick. Slightly wagging limb while the throbbing cock head pressed lightly against Jeremy's anal slit. “I love you." Thomas moaned, pressing himself harder against the opening until resistance gave way and the first few inches of man meat slid inside.

“HA-!" Jeremy screamed, cutting himself off as he grimaced in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He knew Thomas was big, and the Desert Pea solution would help his arse be a little more elastic when it came to taking the human's cock. But he had no idea it was going to be this painful. Thomas had fortunately registered the pokemon's shock and was calmly waiting for the go-ahead, gently stroking down Jeremy's back and sides to comfort his lover.

It took a minute of calmed breathing and the clenching and unclenching of his rear, but eventually Jeremy felt like he could continue. Tapping the man's side, Jeremy gave the signal and Thomas obediently pushed ahead. Inch by inch he made his way, pulling back every once in a while to just the tip of his throbbing shaft before sliding forward again. The whimpered moans coming from Jeremy were nothing like Thomas had ever heard before. They weren't commanding or lust-fuelled so much as needy, begging even.

It took some time but eventually Thomas's pelvis made contact. He could feel the gradual curve of the pokemon's insides quickly take a sharp turn, and the head of his cock followed the change of direction. It was enough to elicit a shuddering moan from the two of them. “Ha-hak…" Jeremy panted, eyes bulging from the incredible fullness he felt. If that is what Thomas felt every single time, he understood why the man was so willing to be taken; so desperate to be 'filled'. The taut pain was beginning to wear down, the Pea lotion helping a great deal. But it was feeling his lover's heartbeat that helped calm his body the most.

He'd felt Thomas' cardiovascular rhythm before, but in a whole different way. In the way Thomas was no doubt feeling it at that moment. And he was. The man slid his hands around Jeremy's waist and over his armour plates, getting a feel for the pokemon's hips before getting a comfortable grip. “Are you okay?" Thomas asked, concerned his panting partner could be having second thoughts. But Jeremy was more than fine. He gave Thomas his answer by pushing back gently against the man's hips, grinding that cock head around that internal bend. They grunted and moaned at the act, both lovers feeling ready to continue.

Gently pulling out from Jeremy, Thomas set a slow pace; coming out by about a half before slowly pushing back in. Jeremy's moan became a low, needy growl as he felt his trainer gradually build in speed and force. The sensations assaulting the man's member were wonderful. He'd felt tighter orifices, and looser ones too. And Jeremy's was certainly on the tight end. It was a struggle to keep going at certain points when the pokemon would reflexively clench, practically halting all progress until his body relaxed. And it was in this way that Jeremy managed to keep Thomas from climaxing too early.

But the desperate need to cum drove the man's hands to wander, and in short order he found Jeremy's throbbing cock bouncing in the warm, damp air. Thomas wrapped first one, then both hands around the bright pink cock, using his grip to push deep with his own member while wringing Jeremy's to its bulbous base. The Hakamo-o's eyes rolled back in their sockets, pleasure overriding what little pain there was left as Thomas began pumping volley after volley of hot draconic jizz against the shower wall.

Jeremy's mouth was wide open, tongue lolled out as Thomas brought him to an exquisite orgasm. But the Trainer didn't stop there. Some part of him - despite his position and small sense of control - still felt more that he was serving rather than being served. And while Jeremy was slowly coming down from his crescendo of pleasure, Thomas had grabbed one of the washcloths and a bar of soap. Without hesitation and without being asked, he applied the two to Jeremy's back, sensually scrubbing the yellow and pink leathery hide while still buried balls deep inside his pokemon.

The sensation of release that Thomas had given Jeremy was an intense experience for his body, while what the man followed it up with warmed the depths of Jeremy's soul. If there was any doubt that Thomas still cared about the troubled Hakamo-o, it was being washed away with tiny, lathered swirls. He felt the stress of the last week - hell, the last month - drip from his body with every wipe of the washcloth against his skin. And for all that to be surrounding him while the man was still firmly wedged inside just made it all the more intimate.

Once done with the pokemon's back, tail and neck, Thomas surprised Jeremy yet again by slowly pulling out of the pokemon, turning him around and lifting him up against the wall before sinking back inside. Hilted once more, Jeremy leant in to kiss Thomas. But in his first act of true defiance of his Dom's wishes, Thomas pushed the yellow muzzle away. Confused, Jeremy stared in shock at his trainer. But Thomas just stared back, his eyes as kind and loving as they were back in Milra; Jeremy knowing he'd done nothing wrong and it was all fine.

Thomas took to lathering up the cloth again and started this time on the pokemon's left foot. He threaded the cloth between Jeremy's toes, into the crevices under his bright pink claws and around the dark grey of his ankle before moving further down the leg. No place was spared the washcloth, every armor plate scrubbed above and below, every inch of skin lathered and rinsed off. With one leg done, Thomas got to work on the other. Then Jeremy's hands; the claws receiving the same detailed treatment as the others had before.

The pampering continued, with forearms and upper-arms massaged in the process of being scrubbed clean before Thomas got to work on the pokemon's chest and abdomen. When he reached Jeremy's softened member, he didn't over-stimulate it or try to bring it back for another round, he just gently cleaned around it, even going so far as to use lightly soapy fingers along the pink slit at it's base. For Jeremy, the man's touch was not erotic in the physical sense, but it drove his mind crazy. The Hakamo-o's heart furiously thumping beneath his ribs as Thomas pampered him with every touch.

Then, once everywhere else was done, Thomas turned his attention to Jeremy's face. Stepping closer he pressed his muscular frame against the pokemon's until they could feel each other's breath on their faces. He raised a hand and brushed it against Jeremy's cheek. If it weren't for the shower, Jeremy may have spotted a tear in his trainers eye. But it was whisked away in the comparatively torrential flow from above. “Jeremy." Thomas said, voice shaky as he looked deeply into his lover's scarlet eyes. “I love you." Then he pressed his lips to Jeremy's, the two embracing in a passionate kiss.

It wasn't a lust-crazed kiss where the two vied for control of each other's mouths. Nor was it one where Jeremy was showing the man who was in control like before. It was one of mutual love and compassion. Through that loving contact they were able to show how they truly felt connected to the other. It wasn't a competition, it was just love.

By the time they had pulled away from each other - lips still grazing - there was a thump at the door. “Rilla, rill-oom." Jeremy smiled, then held one hand to his face as though pretending to eat a sandwich.

“Breakfast?" The Hakamo-o nodded to his trainers question. Thomas, having ridden the edge too long had started to get soft. Sighing, he savoured the sensation of pulling out and set Jeremy down. The two groaned a little, smiles on their faces as they shut the shower off and dried off. Thomas was done before Jeremy - the latter still attempting to get at the water between his plates while the former had managed to get dressed. The man was about to head downstairs when Zana sprung to mind. He walked over to the pokemon's ball and summoned her into the room.

She looked at him, and the room, checking for any outlandishly loud pokemon before sighing. “Oh thank Arceus!" She wheezed, clutching her chest. “I can still hear a ringing in my ears. These are sensitive, you know!" She brushed her black and red ears with a claw.

“Shower's free." Thomas said wryly before reaching into his pack and producing a bottle. He'd picked it up back in Owlra after seeing how the Zweillous loved getting muddy, but figured Zana would appreciate it more. He tossed her the combined Shampoo & Conditioner and after reading the label her eyes lit up. “I'll get you a proper set once we get into town." For a moment Thomas thought she might explode with delight, but the Zoroark calmed herself and simply nodded her thanks before stepping into the ensuite.

With some muffled poke-speak Jeremy was ejected from the room, towel in hand before the door was slammed behind him. Then it reopened, a red and black blur shot from the opening to whisk the towel away before it slammed shut again. Jeremy stood there a little puzzled before turning to Thomas for an answer. “Haka?"

“Maybe she'll be in a better mood after?" Thomas offered with a smile. Then after giving Jeremy a quick hug, the two headed downstairs.

Breakfast was just as plentiful as dinner was the night before, with Jessa having prepared enough for both humans and several pokemon. Zana joined in late after sashaying across the livingroom to show off her luxurious mane of recently washed hair. Even Jeremy gave her a nod of approval as she sat at the last seat. Conversation was largely a pokemon affair with the majority finally getting the Rillaboom to open up.

But once food had been eaten and some seats swapped, Thomas and Jessa were able to sit close enough to talk. He outlined his mission to Unova and how the plan was to catch a ferry to Sidna, then a cruise liner from there to Castelia City. He'd never been outside Vandimland before, and knew once he got there he'd only be halfway, having to trek pretty much across Unova to get to the institute; as far as he could discern on the maps he's picked up in Cannab at least. Jessa had also never been across the sea and could offer him no advice beyond getting to Sidna.

If he was to go by ferry it left at midday, every day. It would take the majority of the afternoon and evening, but would get to Sidna not long after sunset. There were buses too but Thomas immediately shot down that idea given the Rocket Rising's presence on the various routes. Eventually she decided to at least try and get him a ticket, so after the dishes had all been cleaned and put away, Jessa zapped away all her pokemon - including the Rillaboom - and got ready, prompting Thomas to do the same.

Jessa's flatbed truck left little space for the man to hide, but as she pointed out “If you look the part, nobody'll question it." The concept of hiding in plain sight was not one Thomas particularly agreed with at this juncture, though he certainly knew it's value from the many years he'd had to employ it on the streets. She leant him a flannel shirt that was too large for her and he made sure to wear some jeans to compliment it. Though his hiking boots were really the only footwear he owned, so they would have to do. His pack fit inside a dirty old duffel bag, so after handing Jeremy to Jessa for safekeeping, he fit the other six to his belt, threw the bag on the back and hopped in the cab.

“We'll be fine. Don't worry." Jessa tried calming the man's nerves, but it did little to reassure him as soon as they pulled out of her driveway to see a pair of suits going door to door along the street. “Oookay… To the ferry then." She said, realising they'd got out in the nick of time. Jessa knew they wanted Thomas and Jeremy really badly - or rather, the Zygarde he had been carrying - but now she truly understood how trapped the two fugitives must be feeling with such a blatant manhunt going on. “This can't be legal…"

“What they did to Parker Simons was illegal. This, this is fucking propaganda." He gestured to the blurry photos of Jeremy and him up on the streetlamps. “The Police won't help them anymore, so they have to villainise me enough that the public turn me in."

“Don't rule us out yet." Jessa said chirpily as they rounded the corner onto the main street, spotting the grumpy man in the Cafe. “Some of us see what's going on. Probably more than you'd think."

“Here's hoping." Thomas gulped as several people turned to look at him through the truck's window. At least one of them then turned to the nearest flyer taped to a wall. “Really hoping…" He said, slumping down further in the seat.

“We're coming up on the ferry, just relax." Jessa patted him on the knee, but with the sheer amount of flyers up even she was starting to wonder if it was a good idea. The ferry from Sidna had just arrived, and a couple dozen folks were making their way to the bus stop and car park. Jessa swung round to one of the closer spots and parked. “Look, you stay here. I'll see about the ticket." Thomas fumbled for his wallet but she was quick to stop him. “It's not that expensive. When this is all over, bring me back a Unova grass-type and we'll be square."

“Okay. Be safe." Thomas offered as Jessa shut the door and strode across the parking lot. As she made her way into the small terminal she realised a front door approach was not going to work. She counted at least four suits, one of whom was checking every bit of baggage while another was going through every pokeball. She made it to the counter after being leered at by one of the men.

“East Vandim Ferries, headed to Sidna?" The clerk asked monotonically.

“Uh, yeah. I was wondering if we had to go through… them." Jessa asked, pointing at the thugs creating a bottleneck of passengers.

“Unfortunately yes. Management has deemed it necessary with that Murderer on the loose." The Clerk tried to keep a hushed tone while pointing at the photo of Thomas posted behind the counter, but was failing miserably.

Jessa groaned. “Great…"

“So one ticket to Sidna, yes?"

“Need to think about it." She replied, turning to walk away. But Jessa didn't get far. The man who had leered at her before was standing right behind her.

“Where you goin' precious?"

“Nowhere you are." She tried stepping around him, but he mirrored her movements, keeping her trapped.

“Aww, don't be such a spoilsport. You got a few pokeballs there, how about we have a quick battle?" He licked his lips as he chuckled.

Jessa let out a sigh. Whatever this goon had would probably flatten Boop and the others, except now she had her Rillaboom. But if things got hairy, she couldn't let Jeremy get found out. The air was growing tense, everyone in the terminal looking to her for a response. She was about to panic summon the newest addition to her grass-type family when the need to was removed from her control. One of the goons got a phone call and whistled for the others attention. “Where? Headed here? Yeah, we'll be ready!" He pointed to the others to hide in places they must have organised at some point earlier, and the brute harassing Jessa did so without hesitation. She took the moment to quickly leave.

Trying to look the least overt as possible Jessa made it back to her truck. “Down." She ordered Thomas. “Get down, stay down." Confused, but doing what he was told, Thomas unbuckled his belt and slid down the seat to curl up in the footwell. He couldn't see what was going on but it was clear Jessa was taking a different way home. She played the whole trip naturally, not even acknowledging he was in the car for the most part, except for several potholes where she asked if he was okay. It took twice as long but eventually they were back at her house. She got out of the car and swore. “Shit, just… stay there."

Walking to the back of the truck she grabbed the duffel out the back and turned to head to her front door when the black SUV pulled up on the drivers side. “Hey girl!" Came an unfortunately familiar voice. “You wouldn't've happened to have just come back from the ferry, would you?" Rizza asked. Thomas sank even lower.

“Yeah, why?" She replied, stepping further away from the car.

“Well, It seems as though a truck - of a description matching this one - was seen with a certain fugitive inside."

Jessa thought fast. “Yeah, I drove down there. Wanted to check the price."

Val pointed to the bag. “Your bag?"

“Your business?" She bluntly retorted.

“If you've been helping a fugitive, it is our business." Rizza responded quickly. “What's it called Val?"

“Aiding and Abetting."

“Aiding and Abetting." Rizza repeated. “I don't think a young girl like you should have to worry about something big like that, should she Val?"

“No, she shouldn't." Val's tone was slowly becoming more threatening, Thomas clenching his fists tight, ready for a rumble. “If she were smart she'd-"

HOOOOONK!

The tense standoff was broken by a blaring truck horn. Rizza and Val leapt out of the way as a delivery truck hauled up onto the sidewalk before backing into her driveway, parking just beside Thomas' door.

“What the fuck do you-" Rizza tried shouting but had to throw himself back to avoid the passengers door smashing his face in. A very large - and very grumpy looking - Machamp leapt down from the seat, Thomas feeling the thud even through the truck's suspension. “Ah…" Rizza cleared his throat.

The human partner to the fighting pokemon dropped from the other door. He whipped out a clipboard and slid a pair of half-moon glasses up his nose. “Delivery for Jessa Verdi?"

It took a moment for Jessa to register what was going on. But seeing the name of the company on the back of the truck slotted everything into place. “Yes? Yes! Sorry, I wasn't expecting you guys for another… week?"

“Yeah! Sorry if we're too early. Customer ordered an Urgent delivery just south of here, so figured we'd get yours done too, save a trip." Jessa waved the two into her house before stopping to stare at Val and Rizza. “These two a problem?" The driver asked, sizing the men up. Rizza looked a little nervous but it was clear Val preferred violence to talking. Without waiting for Jessa's answer he pulled a ball from his belt and popped it open. With a whoosh and a haunting growl a Golurk appeared just in front of the house. “Keep an eye on those two Nargun."

“The Nargun?" Thomas heard Rizza gasp. “Undefeated Contact Champion Nargen?"

The driver growled his annoyance, huffing at the two men. “Wanna find out?" He raised his eyebrows to make his point then went inside with Jessa and the Machamp. Thomas could see the towering bulk from where he was huddled up. It was all well and good, but he had no idea what he was going to do when the delivery truck left. Fortunately, Jessa had his back.

Inside she explained her problem after asking the two what they thought of the whole Parker Simons thing and Rocket Rising. They seemed to be on her side, and risking Thomas and Jeremy's safety she hatched a plan. Their job was to deliver a flat-packed greenhouse Jessa had custom ordered to fit her back yard. The last winter had not proven well for her grass-types and she wanted to make sure she was prepared for the next one.

Along with all the flat boxes was also a significant amount of plastic wrap. This wrapping they would take back with them as it could be recycled into more wrap and save the business some money in the long run. So in amongst one batch of the wrapping brought back to the truck by the driver was Thomas' pack still hidden in the duffel bag. The tricky part would be the extraction of Thomas from the car.

A couple times Val tried to get a look at the inside of the delivery truck, but was forced back by the rumbling growl of the Golurk several heads higher and at least twice as massive. His final attempt at looking in there had Nargun take several steps toward him, but he saw there was no Thomas, nor anywhere for the man to realistically hide given the last shipment seemed to be to Jessa. Val strode back to the car and waited, bringing Rizza with him. “If he's here, he's in the house. Or the flatbed."

“But we'd have seen 'im run in, right?" Rizza asked, confused.

“Unless he's still in the truck." The two looked at the Golurk who was now between them and both trucks. As they looked at it, the massive form moved, raising one hand to the other before cracking it's knuckles threateningly. A normal knuckle joint with bone and cartilage has a certain way of sounding when it's cracked. When it's a hollow, aged suit of metallic armour, the noise is… different. The two men shivered at the haunting sound.

“Where is it?" Jessa came out scanning the ground before grumpily pacing to her truck.

“Lost something?" Rizza offered, his vocal chords still a little on edge with the massive pokemon glaring at him with empty eyes.

“Pokedex." She grumbled, flinging the drivers side door open. “I've told Louie to be gentle." She whispered across the centre console to Thomas before flinging the pokedex from her pocket at him and pointing to the floor. “Dammit!" She muttered just loud enough for the other two to hear. Slamming the drivers side door she strode over to the passenger side - facing away from the suits - and opened the door just as the Machamp came over. As she picked up her pokedex, she dropped Jeremy's ball with a wink.

Louie the Machamp handed her an invoice with his upper arm, while the other arm carried a massive wad of plastic wrap. After Jessa had signed the invoice on her truck's roof, he lightly tossed the makeshift ball to her. Catching it she placed the hollow wad of plastic wrap on the ground while Louie fumbled with separating the bits of paper, before tearing off the yellow one for her to keep.

Seeing what was expected of him, Thomas slid from the footwell into the ball of used plastic wrap and with barely any effort Louie lifted him with one hand. He gingerly tossed the Thomas-ball into the back of the truck, where the man came to rest on a decent-sized pile of excess plastic wrap and cardboard. He could hear Jessa thank the driver before the truck's rear door was sealed shut by Louie. Seconds later the truck roared to life and with a few jolts from coming down the curb back onto the road, he was moving. It had all happened so quickly, and he hadn't had a chance to thank Jessa for everything. So he promised himself he'd come by and thank her properly once everything was done.

Thomas began to wonder if his bag had made it onboard when he heard a latch being undone behind him. A Shaft of light poured in through a small hatch. “Champ?"

“Yep, I'm fine." Thomas replied, seeing a large grey thumbs up come into view.

“Hey, Thomas is it?" The driver's voice was gravelly, like he'd spent a lifetime drinking and smoking. He didn't wait for a reply. “Name's Dash. Looks like I'll be deliverin' ya to the Depot back in Wooloobell. It ain't Sidna, but at least it's halfway."

“Thank you so much!" Thomas said happily, laying back into the soft pillows of plastic wrap. “I've had lots of close calls, but that one…"

“Yeah, you don't got much to worry 'bout with us. Damn Rocket's always been a thorn in our side." Dash grumbled, echoed by an agreeing groan from the Machamp. “Didn't know who they were messin' wif." He chuckled. “You heard ah Nargun?"

Thomas nodded. “Your Golurk. What was it… Contact League?"

“Yup, Struggle Central!" The gravelly laugh bounced around the truck. “No moves, no type advantages, just raw strength and skill."

Thomas thought about the challenges behind such a league and realised the genius behind it. In a regular league there was so much to worry about, so many different possible pokemon to try and counter while choosing your own pokemon; let alone what moves they should take to the arena with them. Do you go specialty like a lot of the Gym leaders, or go broad like most of the challengers? Rely on one very experienced pokemon to do support then bring in others to do more specialised damage, or have a team of equal damage dealers and tankers? With the Contact league, all such notions were irrelevant. It came down to a pokemon's strength and endurance, with a bit of skill for knowing the right and wrong way to grapple their opponent properly.

As for the name Nargun, Thomas only had vague recollections of it. The papers he used for bedding often had the sports areas printed on the back. Nargun - from what he could remember - was a particularly solid pokemon in that league, and won every fight it fought. So much so that that was pretty much the last Thomas heard of the league. He hadn't considered the implications of always winning. “Like what the two goons said. Undefeated, right?"

“Yeah." The pride in Dash's words was mixed with sadness. “Turns out, nobody wants to watch a match where they know the outcome. Sure, we had some close calls. But when we were approached by a pack of Rocket thugs and told to either quit or get paid triple take a dive… we quit." He sighed, and Thomas could feel how much it hurt him to admit that. “Ever since we been doin' delivery runs. Pay ain't as good, but it's honest work."

“I totally get that." Thomas agreed, using the dim light from the hatch to spot the duffel bag. He sighed with relief upon finding it and dragged the bag over.

“Well, it's gonna look weird if we're drivin' round talking to our delivery, so if you don't mind, we'll catch up when we get to Wooloobell in about... four hours." Dash tapped the hatch door with a knuckle. “You got a light back there?"

“Not a problem." Thomas retrieved a glow-stick from the pack and cracked it. “And thank you again." Another grey thumbs up from Louie and the hatch slid closed, confining Thomas to the bumpy, cardboard and plastic filled space of the otherwise empty delivery truck. “Four hours?" He straightened himself up and felt down the belt of balls at his hips. “Should be enough time to plan our next move."

Jeremy and Zana appeared before him in a flash of multicoloured light. “So." He said, “We got a few hours before we reach Wooloobell, we need to figure out what we're doing."

“What we're doing?" Zana replied, looking between the other two, a cheeky grin plastered across her muzzle.

<Ugh, You know what he means.> Jeremy groaned, blinking into the dim light.

“You know what I mean." Thomas sighed, shaking his head despite the crack of a smile on his lips. “We'll be halfway to Sidna and hopefully ahead of Rocket. Hopefully."

<And where are we now?> Jeremy grumbled as the truck rumbled over some uneven pavement, before looking around himself somewhat confused.

Thomas got the gist from Jeremy's body language and before Zana could translate, he responded “Had to improvise. Rizza and Val." Jeremy's gaze narrowed, his plates beginning to glow a menacing dark-orange. “Woah boy, they're gone and we're okay."

It took a moment for Jeremy to snap out of it, and once he did he could see Zana's wide eyes staring at him. <What the fuck was that?!> She wasn't concentrating enough to translate properly, which caused Thomas to give her a strange look. “Did- did you see that?" She asked the man.

<Leave it.> Jeremy growled before his trainer could answer.

<But you->

<Leave. It.>

<Do you even-> Zana was interrupted by Jeremy shoving her backwards, his claws thrust against her chest.

A moment of silence erupted between the two pokemon as Jeremy struggled to comprehend what he'd just felt. <Was that…>

<Leave it.> Zana growled, the whole truck dipping into darkness as her mood went south quick.

Thomas had had enough. He stood uneasily and stepped over to his two companions. “Oi." They looked up at him, turning away from each other slowly. “We can do without the rivalry for now, okay?"

<Rivalry?> Jeremy questioned

“What Rivalry, Pokeslut?"

<Pokeslut?!> Jeremy looked from Thomas to Zana and back before breaking into hysterical laughter.

“Glad you find this so amusing." Thomas grumped, finding a comfortable pile of cardboard to slump down on.

“Oh, you think Jeremy and I are vying for Dom status over you?" She looked the Hakamo-o up and down. “No contest."

<Oh really?>

“Oh Arceus…"

“Okay." Zana glowered at Thomas. “Strip, slut."

The man looked around him at the walls of the truck's cargo area, then at the two pokemon in front of him. “Here? No!"

<Strip.> Jeremy growled, not taking his eyes off of Zana. Deep down Thomas knew what the Hakamo-o had said and quickly began slipping off his shirt. He couldn't tell in the dim light but Jeremy was grinning wickedly at Zana, with a look of 'Just try me' on his face.

By the time he'd removed his underwear Thomas was kneeling in the back of the truck staring at his two competing Doms. Jeremy took a deep breath, and decided he wanted to see what Zana was all about, so took a step back to let her prove herself.

The Zoroark saw Jeremy's unspoken challenge and stepped up to the plate. “Pokeslut." She pointed at her feet. Thomas stood to walk but the world around him warped, darkness and flame mixing at impossible angles to have him drop dizzily back to his knees. “Did I say walk? Crawl to me Pokeslut." She picked up a piece of plastic and began wrapping it around itself to form a kind of rope.

Thomas looked at her with a mix of anger and tired frustration, but complied. Jeremy raised an eyebrow, noticing the man's contempt. A few stumbled moments later thanks to some rough road and Thomas was at Zana's feet. He looked up into her glowing eyes and gulped. “Yes Mistress?" Jeremy coughed with surprise.

“Would you like to tell him, or should I?" Zana asked, pointing to Jeremy.

Thomas sighed. “During my second cave experience, Za- Mistress Zana had me swear I was a pokeslut." Jeremy looked at him, somewhat betrayed. “However," Thomas said, turning to face the Zoroark again “I did say that I already had a Master and while I would abide by her rule then, that you two would have to sort it out later. I guess now is as good as any time for 'Later'."

<You two?> Jeremy looked into Thomas' eyes but saw no hint of a lie, though he did look a bit pissed off; which honestly supported his claim to reluctant submissiveness in the Hakamo-o's eyes. <So you want to be his Mistress?>

“Yes, I already am." Zana turned to face Jeremy. “And?"

<And you best be careful what you do and say next.> Jeremy said calmly, though behind his words emotions boiled.

She looked into the Hakamo-o's eyes, then to Thomas' and back. Her heart sank, and her body with it. She had finally found a trainer that understood her, one that cared but was still happy being her little slut. But seeing the love and emotion in their eyes proved he wasn't hers. He may have been back in the cave, but it was only temporary. Jeremy was his true master. She sighed. <I… He's yours.> She dropped the makeshift rope to the ground and began walking over to a dark corner of the truck.

But before she could get far a clawed hand wrapped around her wrist, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. She turned to face Jeremy. <It's not that I know what Thomas wants. It's that I feel what he needs. But I can only give him so much.> Jeremy turned Zana away from Thomas, lowering his voice despite the man being unable to understand him beyond simple tonal cues. <I've seen how you act around him, to him. And how he behaves in front of you.>

<That doesn't matter. If he had to choose between you and me I know what his choice would be. I can't break that bond.>

<Who said you'd be breaking anything?> Jeremy put a hand on her shoulder, attempting to comfort the Zoroark. <Thomas loves being degraded and treated like a slut, you seem to have figured that out already. But I realised this morning, when we mate, it's a thing of love. To give him what he wants I need to get other pokemon to fuck him, to use him. But you, you can speak to him, you can tell him directly what to do, how to behave, when to... cum… all that stuff!>

<So…> Zana took a deep breath, attempting to consider Jeremy's thoughts and compile them <What you're saying is you want to double up?>

<Why can't our little poke slut have both a Master AND a Mistress?> Jeremy growled, sending shivers down Thomas' spine from several feet away. He didn't know exactly what they were discussing, but he knew it involved him. And probably his genitals.

<What does Thomas think?> The two looked to the man, who gulped. They walked over, looking down on his kneeling form. Zana looked to Jeremy for permission before addressing Thomas directly. “Do you want me?"

“Yes." Thomas replies without hesitation. It wasn't even something he had to consider, he just knew the answer.

“I mean as a Mistress, not just a -"

“Yes." Thomas interrupted her. “I told you before, I wanted you and Jeremy to be on the same page. As long as you were, I'd be fine with whatever arrangement you two make." He thought about it for a second “As long as you run the arrangement by me so I know what arrangement you've made."

Zana pointed a thumb at Jeremy. “Master." Then at herself with a wicked grin “Mistress." With Thomas kneeling, both pokemon towered over him. His cock jerked in response. “I guess that answers that." Zana chuckled along with Jeremy. She reached out with a claw, stroking it along the underside of Thomas' chin, forcing him to look her in the eye. “Pledge yourself. To us." Jeremy looked at her a little puzzled, but her confident stare had him turn back to face his Trainer - his lover - to see what the man would do.

He didn't have to wait long, Thomas cleared his throat almost instantly. “Mistress Zana, Master Jeremy. I am yours. Your lover," He said looking at Jeremy before turning to Zana “Your slut, and anything else you want me to be. I will abide by your rules, I live to serve you, with only one rule of my own. A rule that if it is broken, so is my pledge."

Jeremy nodded in understanding, though Zana couldn't help but ask “And that is?"

Thomas sighed “The world doesn't understand what it is that we are. When we are away from prying eyes I am yours to do with as you please. But in public, this-" he gestured to the three of them “-takes a back seat. I am a Trainer. I need to act like one. If I don't, you all get taken from me, and I cannot allow that to happen. I've finally found happiness," Thomas reached out and grabbed a paw of each of his Doms, squeezing them gently “For so long I've been trying to get to where I am. And I love every minute of it. If I had to let that go, I…" His voice warbled, emotions getting the better of him.

Jeremy crouched down and hugged the man, and with a huff Zana joined in. “We won't let that happen." She said, with Jeremy nodding in compliance upon his shoulder. Thomas wrapped his arms around the two and pulled them into a tight embrace.

Eventually - when the three pulled away from the hug - Thomas found his voice again. “Then it is settled." He got comfortable kneeling again before biting his bottom lip. “Master, Mistress. I am your pokeslut. Use me." The nervous desperation in those last two words sent shivers down Zana's spine while eliciting a low growl from Jeremy's throat.

<Arceus…> Zana moaned, her heart aflutter.

<Jump him! Before I do...> Jeremy growled, swallowing hard as Thomas parted his lips, staring at the sizable erection the Hakamo-o had quickly grown.

Zana took two steps toward Thomas, grabbing the back of his head in her claws and pushing down against her crotch. Thomas' tongue took little time finding her glistening honeypot, the last couple minutes of his submissive display having riled her up. His memory proved to be incredibly accurate as his tongue found the same rhythm that drove her wild in the cave; a slow but forceful lick ending in the barest nudge against her clit before spearing the delicious folds of her entrance.

Jeremy stood in awe at how quickly Thomas got down to business, the technique masterful in its application as Zana almost buckled at the knees. But Thomas was ready for that as well, his hands reaching around to grab her rear, pulling her more over him, turning his face into a seat as her legs twitched and shook from each near miss of her sensitive nub.

As he approached what he thought was her limit of patience, Thomas gave the Zoroark what she wanted, slamming the full force of his tongue against the roof of her wet pussy and drawing back, grinding the subtle roughness of his human tongue over the sensitive flesh of her human-like genitals. Every inch of his tongue pulled it's way across the smooth clit, causing Zana to huff and moan in a myriad of indecipherable ways until when free of his mouth she was able to release her pent up breath.

Before she could take her next breath however, Thomas dove back down upon the overstimulated nub, locking his lips around it to suck it into his mouth a short way; assaulting it's surface with a flurry of licks. Zana's claws grasped the man's hair, pulling him tight towards her crotch before releasing as he released her clit from it's tongue lashing. Without waiting for further instruction, Thomas returned to the firm lapping of her now swollen pussy lips.

<Looks like he's a good little pussy licker, Hm?> Jeremy teased, one hand wrapped around his own tool and masturbating at a steady pace.

<Arceus yesss…> Zana's response caused another of Thomas' clitoris-focused moments, causing her to all but collapse on top of the man. But Thomas held up strong, using his arms to take most of the weight he powered through with her writhing atop his face. But a particularly harsh turn caused the duo's balance to shift and to prevent her falling sideways onto the floor, Thomas instead allowed her to slide down into his lap. He could feel her soft arse pressing down on his rock-solid pecker, but kept it from entering with a slight gyration of his body.

Zana - now nose to nose with her subordinate - pressed her lips to his in a passionate display of dominance and lust, her muzzle opened, teeth grazing along the man's cheeks as she kissed Thomas with no regard for his health or pleasure, tongue thrust deep into the man's throat before withdrawing.

As She stood, Zana took a moment to straighten up and collect herself. That last tongue lashing of his had pushed her past breaking point and into a particularly intense orgasm. Staring down at the throbbing cock jutting out between the trainer's thighs, She realised how close she came to being impaled arse first on that monster, and how much Thomas must have wanted her to have. But even in that lusty-haze, she felt him reposition so as not to. She really did have his respect after all.

“Oh Thomas, you good, good boy." She purred at him, licking her lips instead of moving them to talk. “You deserve a reward." She looked at Jeremy. “Perhaps your Master's cock would suffice?" Thomas nodded, but his eyes lost a little of their lustre. “Or is there something else?" She asked intrigued.

Thomas looked to the two of them and gulped. “Well, if Master and Mistress would approve, I wish to please them both at once."

Jeremy grinned. He liked where this was going. The Hakamo-o looked over to Zana and waggled his eyebrows. She gave him a wry look in return. <Have you taken him yet?>

Zana looked shocked at the impoliteness of such a question being asked, then realised both whom she was talking to and what title they shared. Clearing her throat, she replied sheepishly <Yes. Twice.>

<Good fuck, isn't he.>

<Don't get me started.>

<Want to double team then?> Jeremy held his hand out for Zana to shake.

She took a deep breath and thought about it. This was without a doubt the most lewd thing she had done since leaving her prison-like circumstances so long ago. And even then it had just been with other humans. But a fire within her burned hot for the mere notion of it. She took Jeremy's hand and shook it. <Let's fuck his brains out!>

The two pokemon advanced on Thomas with speed, Jeremy reaching down to the floor to grab the improvised plastic-wrap rope Zana had been fiddling with earlier and strung it through the solid ring on the man's leather cuffs. Thomas let his Master do as he pleased, curious as to how this was all going to come crashing down on him in a moment's time. Zana meanwhile was affixing one end of the rope to some binding straps connected to a rail where the walls met the ceiling of the truck's cargo space.

Once the two had completed their tasks, Thomas had been secured with his arms in a Y shape above his head, standing in place. Zana sashayed up to Thomas' front and slid one clawed foot up his leg so her knee came to rest at his hip, her pussy stretched open at that angle and hotly pressing against the base of his cock.

“Ha-Ka-Mo…" Jeremy whispered into Thomas' ear from behind Zaza.

“And you're not gonna stop 'till we say." Zana's words put Jeremy's in a better context, and the resultant twitch had the Zoroark gasp. “Our little pokeslut…" She teased.

Jeremy slapped the man's arse as he walked up behind, pressing his pre-gushing tip against Thomas' hole. Or he would have had the pokemon not forgotten one tiny little detail. “HAKA!"

“The What?" Zana blurted, eyes going wide.

“I kept it in for you." Thomas winced as Jeremy probed his claw around it. “Not gonna lie, kinda don't want to do that again anytime soon. Make it a special thing- Gah!" The Hakamo-o wiggled the base of the butt plug around, loosening it from the glue-like state of dried cum around it. Then he remembered the button.

With soft shushes purred into Thomas' neck to calm him, Jeremy pressed the downsize button and after hearing the complaint beep followed by a hiss of air the pokemon did a hot-swap for his cock.

The sensation took Thomas' breath away. The near pint of Rillaboom spunk in his rear was sloshed back up his insides as Jeremy's thick cock wedged itself inside. For both of them it was an experience like no other. Thomas' member jumped with need, slapping Zana's folds as she prepared to mount the man. Opening his eyes after the brief moment of pure bliss, Jeremy saw how he could help, and held Zana's leg in place just above Thomas' hip. Seeing what Jeremy was trying to accomplish she put her weight in Jeremy's hands and lifted the other leg up Thomas' side until the Hakamo-o could grab that one with his other hand.

Then - supported on both sides - Zana raised her hips so the welcoming rose of her sex parted over Thomas' throbbing tip. And with practiced ease she descended to the hilt. Jeremy's elbows locked around Zana's knees; enabling him to use her as a leverage point for his own pistoning, while still allowing her the freedom to bounce on Thomas' cock freely. Zana supported her top half by wrapping her arms around the man's neck as she stared at him with lust-filled eyes.

Jeremy was the first to start a rhythm. It was slow at first, but as his thrusts began to pick up force, Zana used the transferred momentum to raise herself from Thomas' upright body before slamming back down in time with Jeremy; ramming the Hakamo-o deeper than usual into Thomas who was then pushed deeper into Zana.

The newton's cradle of bodies slapped together thrust after thrust, cum leaking down Thomas' leg between the ebb and flow. Thomas' face became flushed, his desperate need to cum - especially after the morning's antics - quickly becoming a reality as his Doms brought him to higher heights than he'd ever recalled having. His only solace was that the massive amount of cum in his rear dulled the sensation of Jeremy's cock sliding in and out, the softer feeling helping to keep some of his need at bay, but with Zana riding his cock the way she was, he knew he wouldn't have long.

Fortunately Zana hadn't fully recovered from her previous orgasm, and the utter pounding she was receiving from Thomas brought her to the brink of another Climax. <Ohhh… Ohhhh pleeeeease…>

<Are you... gonna cum... so soon?> Jeremy grunted between thrusts.

<No- no- no- no…> She moaned as Thomas's moans became more verbal. Jeremy slammed himself deep inside Thomas, halting their movement for a moment, as a way of giving Zana a break. But she was too far gone. “Keep! Goiiiiing…" She pleaded, Thomas whipping his head around to look at Jeremy pleadingly.

Knowing when to play the mischievous card and when not to, Jeremy picked his pace back up and doubled it, Thomas' prick barely halfway out before it was being slammed back into the Zoroark's swollen pussy. Zana could take it no more and with a roaring growl she came hard on Thomas' cock as the whole area was plunged into a sparkly purple darkness.

But that didn't stop Jeremy. <Cum for me, pokeslut!> He ordered Thomas. He knew the words would be lost in translation, but the tone wouldn't. And having been given permission to release, Thomas dropped all the holds he had mentally - and physically - in place. Jeremy felt the man's arse clamp down on his monstrous member and grabbing Zana's arse this time, pulled the three of them as tightly together as his muscles would allow. Zana's eyes shot open as Thomas entered depths she didn't know she had, while Thomas squinted his closed from the sheer amount of pressure both in his rear and squeezing his cock. But the pressure in his rear soon increased as Jeremy loosed his torrent of cum.

Thomas could stand it no more. His body tensed in one magical moment, balls twitching as wave after wave of jizz was fired into Zana's waiting womb. His cock erupted for her, a day of pent up desire gifted in mere seconds. The Zoroark's crimson insides were painted with the hot milky seed of her trainer; her pokeslut. And the sensation of his creamy filling pushed her Orgasm onwards, rolling it's tingly bliss through every muscle in her body, from her quivering pussy outwards.

Jeremy made tiny desperate thrusts into Thomas, filling the man with as much as he could before changing the position of his hands to simply bring the three of them into a loving embrace. Thomas felt the fullness of Zana's hidden breasts press against him and sighed happily, kissing her gently on the end of her muzzle. “If the whole world were to melt away and all I had left were you two, I would still be the happiest man alive"

“Haka, mo hak hak amo…" Jeremy chuckled, Zana joining in a second later as the darkness filling the cargo compartment subsided.

Before Thomas could ask, the Zoroark leaned up and whispered in his ear “Because you'd be the only man alive." She turned her head a little to look at Jeremy “Was our little trainer here the last to cum?" Jeremy thought about it and gave a nod somewhere between unsure and impressed. Thomas could feel Zana's muscles mil;king him as a reward for his behaviour. “Now that's a good quality Pokeslut. He knows who should get - mmhmmmm - top billing…"

Thomas moaned at Zana's words, prompting another chuckle between the two. Jeremy bent down to retrieve the plug but when Thomas saw him, he winced. “Please, Master. Not this time." There was a playfulness to Thomas' pleading, but a note of sincerity there as well. Jeremy thought back to it's removal. It couldn't have been comfortable to have that in there for the dozen or so hours it had been. And if Thomas had to make a run for it at some point in Wooloobell, it would be best without that handicap.

“Mo… Haka hak, amo?"

<Then how are we to deal with the veritable flood of poke-cum sloshing about inside that belly of yours? Hm?> Zana flamboyantly translated.

“Towel. Bag. I… I don't know. Mistress?" With several long moans Zana pulled herself off the man's sizable rod and stumbled over to the bag. She found one of the towels and brought it over. Handing it to Jeremy, she wished the Hakamo-o luck and stood back to watch the show. “Okay, nice and slow or fast and-"

Jeremy had chosen the latter, pulling out quick and using the unfolded towel to absorb as much of the poke-spunk as possible. Thomas felt as though he were rapidly losing weight - which he was to be fair - and thanked Arceus he was still suspended by the makeshift bondage rig. By the time the flow of cum had subsided, Jeremy wiped the man's rear with one of the last remaining dry spots on the towel and rolled it up. With a squelch he shoved it in an empty side pocket of the pack. Then, after giving his lover a few gentle strokes up and down his restrained body, Jeremy freed Thomas by cutting through the plastic with one of his sharper claws.

Thomas stumbled a little but was caught in Jeremy's strong arms. “I love you." He whispered into the Hakamo-o's ears. Zana humphed from where she was crouched, but her grumpiness was hidden behind a slight smile. Thomas pat Jeremy on the back. “I should probably get dressed, before those two start asking what all the noise was about." Thomas hiked a thumb over his shoulder at the hatch linking to the driver's cab.

“Got anything sexier than those?" Zana asked, pointing at the jeans and flannel shirt.

“Lumberjack is sexy…" Thomas tried to reason, jokingly. “How's this. We'll hit up the fashion district as soon as we are clear of these Rocket goons. You get to choose one outfit for me. BUT-" Zana's overjoyed squeak was cut short. “Jeremy gets final say."

“Spoilsport." She pouted as Thomas began the comical task of getting dressed in the back of a moving vehicle.

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