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A lone vehicle pulled up onto the grass near an isolated beach on the coastline. Hidden from view of most people, it was a tranquil place, idyllic, unspoiled...just the kind of place to go for a private good time.

“Man, can you believe that Calvin didn’t want to come with?” The driver’s side door opened and Darnell exited, already down to his speedo and looking more than ready for the right kind of fun. He was tall and rather built, cutting a very nice figure that looked almost criminal to cover up. “Such a stick-in-the-mud, can’t believe he was fussing about it. All set to go until he heard where we were going.”

“He was the one who suggested a beach trip in the first place, too,” Walt remarked as he emerged from the passenger side. He was considerably less broad than his friend, but still had a decent lean figure with a more modest swimsuit to match. “I thought you’d be the hard one to get to join in.”

“That had better not be the lead-in to a ‘black guys can’t swim’ joke,” Darnell shot back playfully.

“Oh, I’d never go there. Out loud, at least.”

“Good enough. Ain’t even true anymore...though I still can’t get a brother into hockey.” He popped the trunk and pulled out a cooler, while Walt grabbed a couple of chairs and towels. “You’d think Calvin would be a little bolder, though, seeing as he’s the guy who enjoys swimming the most out of us. You’d think he could come up with a better excuse than being scared of the ‘Masters Of The Beach.’ I mean, come on.”

“I know, right? If he was that worried, he should’ve brought his Pokémon with. I think it was just a lame excuse he came up with at the last moment because he didn’t want to tell us the real reason.”

“Yeah, probably. Though I don’t know why he wouldn’t tell us, I mean, we wouldn’t make fun of him...too much. Not more than a friend’s allowed to anyway. Though...I do wonder, maybe he’s got something going on that he doesn’t want us to know about?”

“I guess...huh, you said this was an unincorporated beach, right? They usually have signs or stuff?” Walt pointed to a sign on the edge of the sand. “I thought that was usually for public beaches, or even private ones.”

“Well, let’s see, what’s it say?” The two approached the sign and took a look. It was simple, just a wooden stand with one panel on it, no pictures, just a bit of text:

[THIS AREA IS OFF-LIMITS AND PROTECTED BY THE MASTERS OF THE BEACH. TRESPASSERS WILL BE DEALT WITH AS SEEN FIT BY THE MASTERS OF THE BEACH. DO NOT DISTURB UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE LOADED.]

The two looked at each other and laughed. “This can’t be what made Calvin so yippy, can it?” Darnell asked incredulously. “Some shitty sign that makes vague threats? Masters of the beach? Come on, man!”

“It’s so stupid!” agreed Walt. “If it’s not just a prank, I’m betting it was put up by someone who wants people to think they’re not allowed to be here, there’s no way they can actually enforce it! Some people…what does being loaded even mean?”

“Hey, it worked for Calvin, guess it works for others. But we’re not gonna be fooled so easily.”

The two of them walked onto the sand, putting the sign out of their heads. It wasn’t long before they had their chairs set up and cracked open some beers, and started to relax in the sun. Any worries they might have had about the warning rapidly faded as time went by without any hint of disturbance…

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“Mrrr…we’ve got ourselves some trespassers.”

“It’s about time, I was getting bored. How many?”

“Two of them. One for me and one for you.”

“Nice, no stragglers we have to deal with. That always makes things complicated. Do they suspect anything?”

“Doesn’t look like it. Should be easy catches. You want chocolate or vanilla?”

“Heh, doesn’t matter much to me, but I’ll take the vanilla just to settle the matter quickly.”

“Nice, I got my preference. Let’s get the tide rolling on these fools.”

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After about four beers and a lot of sun, Darnell was a bit on the foggy side. He knew he had to stop if he wanted to drive back safely, let the alcohol clear out of his system, but he was happy to get a nice pleasant buzz going. Walt was a bit behind, having gone swimming for a while before getting heavily into the booze, but at three of his own he wasn’t too far off. Both were laying on their beach chairs, eyes closed and just soaking up the rays.

“Goddamn, this is good...Calvin’s missing out.”

“Mm, yeah, we’ll have to give him hell about it when we get back. Teach him to flake out like that…”

“Who do you think put up that sign, anyway? Seems like a long way to go for a prank.”

“Man, who knows? Probably some dick who thinks it’s their place and doesn’t want anyone else coming around when he’s not there to be a dick. Seems silly to talk about some ‘masters’ though...who’s gonna buy that?”

“Those who know what’s good for them, that’s who.” Both Darnell’s and Walt’s eyes shot open at the new voice. Standing in front of them, way closer than either of them had expected, were a Blastoise and a Feraligatr, both of whom loomed over them imposingly. They were especially large specimens of already huge Pokémon, and they didn’t look especially happy.

“What the hell?” Walt gasped, eyes unable to tear away from the figure of the Blastoise in front of his chair. The booze slowed his response enough that he was unable to move out of his chair before the terrapin clamped a hand on his ankle, holding hard enough to hurt. “Who are you?”

“I could ask the same of you. You’re not welcome here.”

“Not welcome? The hell is that about?” Darnell had been caught up already himself, and though he put up more of an active struggle it wasn’t getting him anywhere against the Feraligatr.

“I’m sure you saw the sign, since you were talking about it,” the Feraligatr responded darkly. “I’m Iago, and he’s Terres. And we’re the masters of the beach that you didn’t think existed.”

“You’re the...wait, is someone putting you up to this? You have a trainer that thinks he owns this place?”

“No, WE own this place. We have no trainer, nor would we ever take one. This is our turf, and our surf, and only those we authorize can come here. We don’t take kindly to strangers coming into our home.”

“Your home?” Walt repeated dumbly. “Why would this be your home?”

“Why not?” Terres shot back. “We can live wherever we want so long as you humans haven’t claimed it. We got here first, and we like it here. You got a problem with that?”

“I-if I did, I guess it wouldn’t be smart to say so…”

“I got no problem with that, no sir,” Darnell agreed in a hurry; drunk or not, he knew better than to mess with a Pokémon several times his size. “We didn’t know that was for real, otherwise we wouldn’t have bothered you. But man, you could be clearer about it, that sign doesn’t say nearly enough, if you said who you were you wouldn’t get bothered at all…”

Iago grinned devilishly. “You might be right, but we keep it vague and mysterious on purpose. See, we LIKE getting trespassers every now and then...because we’re allowed to do what we want to them short of killing. And we have a very specific way of dealing with our breed of trespasser.”

Suddenly the two Pokémon pulled their human victims off of their chairs and onto the sand. Each scrambled a bit, but in the grip of their captors they had no chance of escape. What Iago had meant become very clear moments later as clawed hands grabbed their suits and tore them away, the useless fabric discarded towards the cooler.

“Shit! You’re gonna-?!”

“Exactly. No more fun way to get our rocks off.” Terres let go of Walt’s leg, before falling over him and pinning his arms and chest to the sand. Walt gasped as he felt the huge, rubbery shaft pressing up against his asshole, feeling far too big for comfort. His squirming intensified, until a tightening of the grip warned him to be still. “You’re not getting away from this, so I suggest you sit tight and take it like a good little bitch.”

“I don’t suppose I can talk you down from this, can I?” Darnell asked Iago doubtfully. The Feraligatr had him face up, where he could see the full, thick cock preparing to enter into him. He’d never taken anything before, and the prospect of that being his first was daunting to say the least.

“I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. You tell me.”

“Fuck.”

“Well, if you insist.” With a growl, Iago drove himself fully into the human, heedless of his level of readiness or experience. Darnell yelled out as he felt his body stretch way out of shape to accommodate the massive pole, a feeling he couldn’t have been ready for at all; it didn’t hurt like he thought it would, but the distention was quite uncomfortable. But he wasn’t given any opportunity to adjust or settle into it, as the Pokémon started pounding him hard and fast right off the bat, sawing the entire length of his cock in and out. It was incredibly slick, cool to the touch, and seemed to have no problem moving around despite the drastic difference in size.

Terres was a little bit slower with his entry, but no more gentle than his partner; being even more hung than Iago was, his initial entry put Walt through an intense experience of his own. He at least had some idea what to expect, having had a guy inside him before, but that guy was a lot smaller and it had been a long time since then. He felt the Blastoise thrust in, going about halfway into him on the first go, before pulling out slightly and thrusting in most of the rest of the way. His fingers clawed uselessly at the sand as he tried to clench down, but the wet shaft slid through him as if he did nothing, and with a final push the full thing was buried in his body. It felt like his body was bulging out from the size of it, a feeling that only intensified as Terres started to thrust into him, pushing hard and imposing his will on the human’s body.

“Haah...always loved how tight you human bitches are,” Iago growled pleasantly as he nailed Darnell. The tension around him was like a Shellder clamped down, except uniform and a lot less painful. “Don’t care if there are plenty of fish in the sea, I’d always take one of you first.”

“Ngh...that’s...not right…”

“Hm, one part of you seems to disagree.” Darnell cursed inwardly; his own penis was fully hard, swaying back and forth under the fierce assault. And that wasn’t the only part of him getting into it, the rest of his body seemed to be partaking as well - the stretching was never getting easier but was getting less unpleasant, and unmistakable tingles of pleasure were slowly building in strength. He tried not to show any sign of that, but soon he started to realize that he was moving with the action, not against it.

“Rr, you getting into it too, bitch?” Terres taunted Walt, his remark punctuated by a thick spray of precum in his ass. “May not be able to see it, but I can feel it...you’re doing a good job trying to make me feel good, whatever you’re doing.”

Walt didn’t respond, but the flush in his face made it clearer. His cock was thrusting in and out of the hot sand, the friction and heat making him leak himself. It hadn’t been intentional, but at some point he’d started working the massive staff in his rear like he remembered doing last time he’d had sex, trying to minimize the displeasure and maximize the good. And it was working, he was still feeling distorted but it was starting to be a good feeling...in fact he was feeling that all over, and it was becoming evident in his panting and quiet moaning.

“Oh, yeah...looks like we got a good pair of sluts today, Iago. Let’s give them their reward, shall we?”

“Gladly,” the Feraligatr replied through pants. The two Pokémon doubled down, fucking the humans with added ferocity as they felt their limits approaching. Darnell and Walt weren’t even trying to hide it now, they were moaning and groaning in pleasure constantly, getting for more into it than they’d ever imagined. Big as the Pokémon were, they seemed to know just how to get their partners properly riled up, to the point where they were on the verge of blowing themselves just from the forceful screwing. And the amped up pace in the end only made it harder to hold that back.

And then a yell from Darnell, his back arching as he shot his load, jets of spunk splashing onto Iago’s belly scales, his body twisting in the sand as pleasure rocketed through him uncontrollably. His volume was easily matched by the Feraligatr’s, as with a roar he was set off by the tight compression on his cock by the flailing human. A violent gusher erupted inside Darnell, the seed was thinner but so copious, flooding him in a matter of seconds. It squirted out of his hole around the thick seal of the gator cock, but even with as much of it coming out as there was, more of it was pushing in, making his gut swell slightly with the amount of fluid he was taking in. Oddly, it didn’t feel as bad as he thought it might; the pressure was kind of pleasant, if a bit heavy for him, and he didn’t fight it one bit, allowing Iago to fill him up as much as he wanted to.

As that pair underwent their finale, Walt and Terres were just starting their own. Walt went off first, taking up a fistful of sand and letting out a quiet, somewhat breathless cry as he shot into his little pocket of sand. His ass bit down hard on the Blastoise, earning a surprised bellow from the beast and making him drive in hard the last couple thrusts before he too unloaded. He was even more prolific than Iago was, making Walt start to swell up even faster. It was like a hose had been turned on in him, more and more runny turtle cum packing its way into his body than he thought he could possibly contain...it quickly proved to be too much, the swelling giving to discomfort after a little bit, partly because of the massive volume and partly due to the extra pressure on his gut from his position. Mercifully, Terres didn’t force all of it into him; he pulled out while still shooting, letting a gush run from his ass as the last of his load was splattered onto his back, making a full mess of his body. Walt didn’t really care, the relief was worth it, he was still overly full but not uncomfortably so.

Iago eventually pulled out of Darnell as well, snickering at the rush of fluid from his human’s ass. “And that is why we’re the masters of the beach. You trespassed, you got loaded. Your good time becomes OUR good time, and don’t you forget it.”

“Doubt they will, our punishments are pretty memorable,” Terres chimed in. “Too swollen to move properly, you ain’t just getting that anywhere, are you?”

“Ngh...n-no, definitely...not…” Walt forced himself to flop over onto his back, showing his swelled gut, which was slowly getting back to normal as his rear released the fluid from his body.

“Whoo...I’d say we learned our lesson.” Darnell pushed himself to a sitting position. “Don’t mess with the masters of the beach, for sure.”

Iago nodded. “Glad to hear it. Then I presume you won’t be trespassing again. We’ll let you empty out, but then you have to leave.”

“Well, hell...what’s the rush?”

“Eh?”

“You ain’t gotta end it that quickly. You said you’ve been waiting weeks, no way you don’t have more in you...and since we’re not going anywhere yet anyway, why not have some more fun?”

“Yeah...might as well get another round or two off of us,” agreed Walt. “Or on us, I guess.”

Terres and Iago exchanged perplexed looks. They’d had plenty of encounters with trespassers before, but never had their victims offered themselves up for another go afterwards. “You...say you want us to fuck you again?”

“Yeah, why not? That was fun, even if it wasn’t what I was expecting to get from here. I’m game to go again, maybe you can show me what that gator dick feels like.”

“Hah...well, that’s a new one.” Iago shook his head, a grin forming back on his face. “If you’re gonna be like that, we might just have to find a way to grant you permission to return.”

Darnell smirked up at him. “Just so long as the outcome’s the same. Now come and get us, you masters of the beach.”