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A Boy’s Second and Third Pokémon

The young, olive skinned lad sat on a rock as he gazed upon the stars in the night sky. He was full of hope despite his father's reluctance to let him take on his own excursion. "This practice journey to the next town is really working out. Dad is resilient, but I'm sure he'll have to let me start adventuring when I call him from the Pokémon Center at the end of the route." Snapping out of his trance, he looked around for his Pokémon partner. "Where's Sawk?"

Sawk had gone off to find some berries in the forest. He brought back Oran and Pecha berries. The blue Pokémon grinned as he tapped his trainer with his foot.

"There you are. Where did you run off to?" The fourteen year old looked at his first Pokémon.

Sawk smirked as he gave his trainer the berries, and then pulled him into the forest.

The boy had dropped the berries since the pulling was quick and a little forceful.

Either way, Sawk brought him fairly deep in. He could hear a Pokémon crying out.

The boy quietly peeked over a nearby bush to see what was making the distressful noise.

It was a spring form Deerling tied to a tree.

Without wasting a moment, the boy stepped from beyond the bush. "Ok, little guy, let me untie you." He quietly approached the quadruped.

Deerling stopped as the boy untied him.

"There we go. Isn't that better?" The boy reached out and attempted to pet the deer.

Deerling let out a pleased smile and rubbed it’s head on the boy’s hand.

"Com’on. Follow me to our camp." When he turned to walk, he accidentally tripped over a tree root that was barely protruding from the ground. As he fell, a sharp, sturdy branch of a bush cut through his pants, and he landed on the ground, exposing his bare rear to the sky.

A horrible coincidence, but the Deerling took advantage and got on him and pushed into his ass.

The boy moaned from a mix of sharp pain and pleasure as he instinctively gripped the ground and looked up at his Sawk.

Sawk was surprised, but grinned. Deerling fucked him harder.

"AH! AH! AH!" He reached out for his Karate Pokémon.

Sawk had his trainer grab his cock.

The teen stroked the blue Pokémon’s cock through the white fundoshi. The boy's pants began to soak through with pre--creating a warm, wet spot on his crotch--as he was repeatedly impaled by the Deerling's rod.

Sawk grinned as he rubbed his trainer's head and took his fundoshi off. The blue rod sprang right into his hand.

The boy began to stroke the blue member as the Deerling's black schlong continued to assault his prostate.

Deerling shoved his whole cock as he licked the teen’s neck.

The boy moaned as his ass clenched around the quadruped's rod.

It was strange; the deer had a more human cock then a normal one. but damn did it hit him in all the best ways possible!

His slutty instincts took over. He embraced the Karate Pokémon’s pole with his mouth and suckled on it like a baby with a bottle.

Sawk grinned as he leaned in and kissed the Deerling as they both spit-roasted the adolescent human’s holes.

His moans vibrated the azure dick inside his mouth as his teen rod spasm around inside of his shorts. His climax was quickly approaching.

The two Pokémon both let out moans as they filled him from both sides.

After swallowing the Sawk's rod and filling both Pokémon pull out of him, the boy staggered up propped himself up against the tree. Then, he raised his head to gaze at both Pokémon with tear-laden eyes.

The Deerling smiled and rubbed his face on the trainer while smiling.

The boy exclaimed, "Get away from me!" He trembled as stood with tears flowing down his face. He did not understand his submissive tendencies and was very confused about the emotions running through his mind. He turned around and dashed deeper into the woods.

Deerling was confused as the boy ran, but went back to the spot he was left at. Sawk went after his trainer, not sure why he'd run off like that.

The fourteen year old was in a sort of identity crisis. He was supposed to be in charge of his Pokémon, but he had yet to experience a Pokémon battle. He felt himself as weak, since he couldn’t even control his own sexual urges, much less his Pokémon. He was so lost in his thoughts that he ran headlong into a tree and feel backwards onto his tenderized ass. The impact caused him to groan in pain, and the noise cause a group of Houndour, who were sleeping in the nearby shrubs, to awake and surround the boy in groggy discontentment. The boy cowered with his back to the tree and curled up into a ball out of fear.

The three Houndour jumped as he woke them. They encircled him, planning on beating him up as opposed to fucking him. As they got close, Sawk jumped into the fray with the Deerling in tow. Deerling was going to help him, even though he had a type disadvantage.

In addition to the fear he felt, he didn't know his Pokémon’s move sets. The olive hued lad was still frozen in his own weakness.

Sawk attacked the Houndour with Rock Smash, and Deerling used Tackle

Sawk managed to hit two of the dogs, and Deerling knocked one back. The three hounds recovered and stood on all fours. Simultaneously, their maws opened, and they sent out acombined stream of Ember attacks at the boy and the two Pokémon.

Sawk took all three hits for them. He was still standing, but very low on energy.

Things were bleak. The Karate Pokémon was barely standing and the three hounds were slowly encroaching on the teen and his partner. Suddenly, the boy got a rush of courage, causing his body to stand on its own. He shouted, "Deerling, use Sand Attack! Sawk, follow through with Double Kick!" The boy assumed that his Pokémon were low level and went with the first attacks that came to mind.

Deerling threw sand at all three while Sawk kicked the leader and he knocked the dog out. The other two ran off as the leader was lying on the ground.

The boy reached for an empty Pokeball from his trainer belt. "Pokeball, go!" he exclaimed as he hurled it at the unconscious Houndour.

The Houndour didn't struggle as he was successfully caught. It was his first time catching a battled Pokémon. Though he hadn't caught Deerling, yet.

The boy rushed over and hugged both Pokémon’s necks simultaneously. "I'm...sorry..." His look was forlorn and shameful. "I ran away because...because..." The boy couldn't even form the words.

Deerling smiled and nuzzled him as he and Sawk hugged him back.

"Here," the boy, blushing, said as he offered the vacant Pokeball to the buck.

Deerling smiled and pressed its head onto the Pokeball.

A smile crossed his face when the Seasonal Pokémon was captured. "Alright, now I have three Pokémon!" The boy jumped happily into the air. "I think we should make Houndour feel at home. Any ideas, Sawk?

Sawk looked at him and grinned. Hopefully the boy knew what Sawk was thinking.

He boy rubbed his ass. "I don't know if I can take anymore today...heh." He looked away from his first Pokémon as he blushed a deep red.

Sawk smirked as he got a different idea for the Houndour. He rubbed his trainers cock to get it across.

The boy moaned loudly as the Karate Pokémon’s firm hand gently did its work. His arms hugged the blue humanoid and embraced him tightly as he began to pant.

Sawk jerked off his trainer and took the Houndour's Pokeball. Though it'd be best to go to a Pokémon Center first.

Panting from the touch, the adolescent said, "In my bag....a...Super Potion from...the Pokemart," while his legs trembled barely holding him up.

"Maybe I should get food ready first. I'm sure Deerling and Houndour are hungry.

Sawk let go and let the boy recover for a while. After all, he was still his trainer.

After recomposing himself, the aspiring trainer set to work cooking a berry stew for his him and his Pokémon. On this practice journey he forgot to pack a clean pair of pants so he was only clad in a black apron while his clothes waited to be washed. He hoped that no one else would come by.

Sawk sat with his trainer as to keep him nice and hidden from anyone’s view. Sawk smirked as he watched the boy cook.

The boy felt at peace as he prepared the meal, even to the point of swaying his young, firm rear as he hummed a tune over the pot.

Sawk grinned as he watched his trainer sway. Once the food was done, Sawk sat down peacefully.

The boy made sure the table, or rather a huge tree stump, was set, even including places for Deerling and Houndour. He retrieved a Super Potion from his backpack and the Pokeballs from his trainer belt. "Ok, Deerling, Houndour, come on out!" he declared as he tossed the balls in the air.

Once let out, Houndour was laying on his belly, still very tired.

Deerling happily scampered up to the teen and nuzzles against his hand. The boy cautiously approached the canine and gave him a huge spritz of the Super Potion.

Houndour groaned as he got up and looked at his new trainer.

The boy slowly extended his hand to the fire hound in an attempt to pet him.

Houndour sat down as he let them.

Smiling, he said, "That's a good boy. Now it's time to eat." The boy sat beside the dog, and Deerling sat on the dog's other side.

Houndour looked at the boy, not sure what to make of him before he began eating.

After dinner, the group took a bath in the river. The water was cold, a refreshing sensation for the hot summer day. The boy was nude with his Pokémon in the softly flowing liquid as they bathed together.

Houndour stayed out. He didn't like cold water for many reasons.

The Deerling gently brushed its muzzle against the boy's sack, causing the boy to moan and blush lightly.

Sawk grinned as Deerling went up and gave his cock a nice lick as per instruction from Sawk.

The trainer placed a shaky hand on the Deerling's head and stroked around its flower as he felt his youthful staff harden from the attention.

Sawk grinned and started rubbing his trainer’s growing rod. Houndour just watched, not wanting to get in the water.

The boy, cock now raging hard walks up to the hound, but remains in the water. “I have a bone for a special Pokémon if he gets in the water with us."

Houndour grunted and turned away. He might need to use force.

The boy gently yet firmly grabbed the canine by the scruff as his neck to immobilize him.

Houndour growled as the trainer grabbed him to keep him from running.

Grabbing the Pokémon’s tail with his free hand, the boy bent down in the water and started running his tongue over the feral's virgin hole.

Houndour tensed up as he wasn't expecting to get rimmed. He wasn't sure how to feel, but he didn't fight back.

The hand grasping the tail let go and pet the hound as the trainer licked harder on the puckered mound. Feeling the heat, the trainer wagged his ass for the deer and the fighter.

Houndour groaned as his new trainer started petting him. Sawk smirked as he got behind the boy and started doing the same to his hole.

The trainer moaned into the canine hole, slightly vibrating the dog's entrance. Then, Deerling got in front of Houndour and wagged it's ass in the fire-type's face.

Houndour grinned as he buried his face in the deer’s tight ass and began eating him out.

"Put...Put it in," The boy shyly said to his Pokémon.

Sawk grinned as he got on him and thrust in him. Houndour was nice and ready for his trainer to do more.

Using the momentum, the teen's cock delved into the black feral. Simultaneously, the buck slid his rear under the canine's body.

Houndour let out a gasp as his rear was penetrated for the first time. Though, he felt much better as the Deerling took his cock.

Sweat and water glistened off of his olive skin as he gasped from the wonderful sensation of getting it from both ends. Deerling planted its hooves firmly on the ground and pressed backward to meet Houndour with every stroke.

Houndour groaned as he went harder on Deerling and took his trainer harder too. Sawk smirked and slapped his trainer’s ass hard.

The smack pushed the young man over the edge. His screams of pleasure crescendo to near inaudibility as he came inside his newest Pokémon’s love canal. He leaned forward and tightened his hold on the scruff of the dog as the Deer slammed back harder on the hound.

Getting both sides pounded as he came in the Deerling's hole. Deerling moaned as he came on the ground too.

The two ferals, spent and panting, collapsed onto the ground. The boy's legs almost gave way, but the Karate Pokémon grabbed him and carried the trainer to the land, where the fighter laid the boy on his back and lifted his legs.

Sawk grinned as he called Houndour over. The dog got on him and pushed into him too.

The boy squealed as the feral slid into his loosened hole, meanwhile the nude fighting-type continued to hold the boy's legs as he re-positioned himself over the lad's face.

Sawk held his legs in a sixty nine position. Houndour gave Sawk a kiss as he pounded the boy.

Acting on instinct, the trainer took the blue rod over him into his mouth and sucked on it for all it was worth.

Sawk grinned as he started thrusting into his mouth. Houndour French kissed Sawk as he was hitting his trainer’s prostate every second.

The boy felt his cock begin to re-harden as he sucked more hungrily on the fighter's staff and moaned onto the organ.

Houndour panted as Sawk broke the kiss and gave the boy’s cock a nice rub down.

The boy bucked upward as his moans turned into whimpers of emotional and sexual need.

Houndour growled as he shoved his whole cock in before unloading in him.

Moaning from the warmth of the canine seed, the boy trembled as he was on edge so quickly.

Sawk saw his trainer’s cock throb in his hand, and began jerking him faster.

The Sawk's cock was vibrated by the teen's muffled moans, and he fired ropes of adolescent jizz into the air.

Sawk got a faceful of his trainer’s cum as he came inside the lad’s mouth.

Not a single drop was wasted by the hormonal lad as his body went limp.

Sawk grinned as Houndour pulled out. He smirked and picked him up.

The boy couldn't even speak as his ragdoll body was carried by the fighter.

Sawk smirked as he laid him down. He made sure to give his ass a nice squeeze.

The boy nestled in his sleeping bag as he tried to fight sleep. The sun was just beginning to set over the horizon, and it was too early for bed.

As he tried to fight sleep, the Houndour curled up next to him, as did Deerling and Sawk.

"Only a few...minutes," he said as he closed his eyes.

The group fell asleep and slumbered all night.