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Chapter 4: The Journey Begins

Thomas dried off and put on the new set of clothes Professor Eucalypt had left out for him. Due to Lab policy Jeremy had to shower in the pokemon area, which didn't worry the man too much, he actually found the time to himself helpful. For most of his adult life he'd spent his hours alone, either on the street or hidden away in some dark corner like Shed 2C. But in the last few days he'd been hosting several pokemon, harassed by men in suits and generally surrounded by folks wanting something from him. Having a few moments to himself under the hot water was an odd kind of paradise.

He checked himself in the bathroom mirror. Not too bad, though he definitely needed a shave. He'd have to sort something out in the next town, there was no way he was trekking back into the occupied streets to the barbers, it was too risky. However he still straightened himself up as best as possible, the Professor liked taking photos of his graduates with their first pokemon; the entrance hall to the lab was filled with them. Thomas took a deep breath. He was about to join the ranks.

The halls were climate controlled, and Thomas enjoyed the slightly cooler air as he made his way into the lobby. Looking around he took note of the various starters. “Roggenrola… Magby… Magby… Roggenrola… Klink… Geodude… Elekidd… Magby… Ryhorn..." It seemed the Professor had bred many pokemon over the years. He passed by significantly more Magbys and Roggenrolas as the photos got closer to the present before eventually reaching the doors leading to the presentation area.

Stepping through Thomas found the room silent. The plinth with three pokeball-sized recesses stood empty and alone in the middle of the room. “Am I early?" He said to himself, before running back what the Professor had said. “I came right after I finished in the shower…" He exclaimed loudly to the empty room. A rustling of papers from beyond a door preceded the Professor sticking his head through.

“Thomas! This way." He waved the man over. Walking through the door, Thomas was met with highly organised chaos. He likened it to the way everything was haphazardly stacked in some of the other sheds in the bus depot. There was equipment everywhere, stacks of papers and small tools on every surface. But the way everything was placed and operated he could tell they were all in the right place, facing just the right direction that no doubt what were synchronised machines across the room could see the displays and controls from the right angles.

He followed the Professor through the maze of machinery to a door labelled Nursery and through it into a much cooler lit area. The blue-tinted UV lights took a bit of adjusting to, but when he reached the observation window he could see why. There was a large environmental mockup of the woods and caves outside in a room about half the size of a basketball court. The vast majority of trees looked real, though he could tell some of them had been constructed as miniature habitats, as well as the 'rocky' bluffs lining the walls. To their credit the sky did look like sky, though the sheer brightness of it led Thomas to believe it was some sort of screen with massive lights behind.

The professor gestured to the room of playing pokemon. “This is our Nursery. It started off as a place for us to house local pokemon recovering from injury or trauma, but now it's mostly filled with the pokemon we research."

Thomas mulled it over, remembering the photos in the entrance hall. “So why those pokemon?" He pointed to a small cluster of Roggenrolla and Magby kicking around a purple and green ball, with one Klink occasionally headbutting it.

“Well, the Klink evolutionary line has always intrigued me, their appearance being that of a series of cogs and gears suggests adaptation of a previous pokemon to the evolving human culture and technology, something unheard of in other pokemon. And it was while I was researching them that it was pointed out to me; certain pokemon evolve through trading, as though the cultural exercise of changing owner was enough to elicit an evolutionary response. So while I research Klink, the rest of my team look into Evolution by Trade."

Thomas nodded. He'd read about trading pokemon to evolve them in the few secondhand textbooks he'd managed to get from graduated trainers over the years. “So that would explain the Geodudes and Elekids in the photos as well. Why no Ghastly?"

The Professor frowned “Those Ghost-types are a troublemaking nuisance, and are no longer allowed in my nursery." Thomas looked a little taken aback. Professor Eucalypt sighed, ready to explain. “A little over a decade ago I let a few of them in, even built them a little ramshackle hut at the back of the enclosure. They ended up organising the other pokemon into a rebellion and broke out into the lab. Hundreds of thousands in damages!" He threw his hands up in the air. “No Ghost pokemon." He pointed to a big sign in the observation room, a Gengar giving a 'peace' sign from behind a red barred circle.

Thomas withheld a snigger as he looked back down to the pokemon playing with the ball. Then he noticed something odd. One of the Roggenrola had failed to stop the ball as it shot past them, landing on a rock some distance away. The ball then sprouted antennae and blinked before being punted back into the mix by one of the Magby. “Hey, Professor, I don't think that's a ball." Thomas said, concerned as he started down the steps to the habitat entrance.

Professor Eucalypt rubbed his glasses free of smudges before looking through them to the pokemon below. “Who put the Venipede in the Nursery! Thomas, go grab it for me would you?" The man nodded, closing the first door behind him. The small room acted as a sort of airlock - or more likely a pokemon lock - to prevent any more unwanted escape attempts. The green light above the second door blinked on and Thomas slid the door aside, stepping into the enclosure.

It was like stepping into a slightly more dry version of the forest outside. The air was less humid, but it was about the same temperature and he reasoned that to be for the Magmy and Roggenrola's benefit. He pushed his way through some shrubs before reaching the playing pokemon, the group looking up to him with the look of children knowing they've been doing something wrong, but not wanting to admit it.

The stalled act of bullying caused the Venipede to open its eyes, looking around for the cause of its salvation. Blinking up at Thomas standing over the group, it chirped happily. Thomas smiled at it, picking the little bug pokemon up and holding it in his arms. “Just because you lot are bigger, doesn't mean you can go around kicking the little guy." The Venipede blew a raspberry at the group as Thomas turned away from them.

Carrying the little guy back to the observation room he noticed that whole pane of glass was carefully concealed behind a screen painted to look like mountains. Thomas marvelled at how well they had constructed the environment as the pokemon-lock sealed behind him. He checked the room before opening the door to see a pink and yellow Hakamo-o staring at him, grinning. “Heya Jeremy." He rubbed the pokemon's head plates jokingly as he walked past.

“Haka, mo-hak." He responded, showing off how clean he was. The Venipede stared at the pokemon, transfixed by its bright colours and gleaming armour plates. Jeremy tried to keep eye contact but the bug's gaze was so intense he had to look away after a while.

“Thanks for that." Eucalypt sighed. “Bugs don't get along with those three. Seems Marinda forgot that fact. Maybe I should put up a 'No Bug Pokemon' sign as well…" He pulled out a notepad and pen, jotting down his thought before turning back to Thomas. “So, which of the pokemon would you like as your first?" He turned to the Hakamo-o “No offence."

Both Jeremy and Thomas looked at each other, wondering if the Professor meant it in that way or if it was just an innocent apology. Then Eucalypt held out his arms, offering to take the venipede from the man, who chirped cautiously at the scientist's approach. “Actually," Thomas said, taking a small step back. “I was thinking I could take this little guy." The venipede froze. “If that's okay with you."

The professor's eyebrows shot up. “The Venipede. Well, I suppose. Marinda?!" he called out. A bespectacled woman came rushing up from the other side of the observation room. “Marinda, what's the deal with the Venipede?"

“Old Man Flinders found it. One of those mobsters was using it as a punching bag for his Hitmonchan when Flinder's Steelix scared them off. Brought him in close to midnight, stuck in a 'defense curl'. Poor thing." She pet the Venipede between it's twitching feelers, the pokemon practically purring in response. “No pokeball, no paperwork."

“Thank you Marinda." the Professor sighed. “Well Thomas, looks like you've found your new travelling companion." The Veniped squeaked, leaping from Thomas' arms to race around his body, the pokemon doing laps of his torso as Jeremy chuckled from behind. “Come on," Eucalypt laughed, “Lets go get the paperwork done."

Jeremy and the Venipede played in the entrance hall as Thomas signed the appropriate documents. It was late afternoon by the time everything had been sorted. All that was left was the photograph and claiming the Venepede officially via pokeball. The former turned out to be more difficult as getting the bug pokemon to stay still long enough to not be a blur of nervous excitement proved far more difficult than the trainer or professor could have imagined. Eventually the only useful shot was of the Venipede triumphantly chirping atop Thomas' sheepishly grinning head.

“So," Eucalypt said, placing a pokeball in Thomas' hand. “There's a bit of a technique to it, but what you want to do is get the pokemon right on one of it's pressure points. It'll confuse or surprise them a little bit, giving you a better chance at catching them. Think of it like hitting your funny bone."

Thomas nodded, wound back and launched the pokeball at the Venipede. And missed, the ball clattering off to the side. Jeremy stifled a snort of laughter, while the Professor said with a smile “No problems just try-" The Venipede quickly scurried over to the pokeball and booped the button with it's snout “again…?" With a flash of light and a little ding from the ball, the bug pokemon had been caught. “Or just, let him do it himself."

“I take it they normally put up more of a fuss." Thomas said, trying to stifle his own chuckle.

“Yes. That they do." The professor shook away the strange occurrence, pulling another pokeball from his pocket. This one however was white all over with a red band in place of the black. He looked over at Jeremy. “I reserve these ones for exceptional pokemon." He said, showing the ball off to Thomas. “It's no different from a standard pokeball really, but it's usually given out as a reward; either as a prize for defeating a particularly tough opponent in a gym, as recognition for an exceptional scientific study," he beamed with pride at that “or to someone who went above and beyond to come to the aid of a complete stranger with no thought for their own safety." He placed the Premier ball into Thomas' hand. “There are going to be times when a shiny Hakamo-o will need to stay hidden."

Thomas sighed, looking from the ball to Jeremy. Jeremy smiled back, nodding. Thomas pulled back, carefully lining up the shot before pressing the switch, enlarging it. He swung, the white ball sailing through the air to strike Jeremy right on the crotch. Thomas' eyes went wide, desperately hoping he hadn't hurt his friend. “Excellent shot!" Eucalypt said as the red light blinked several times before chiming. Thomas' heart was racing. He'd been a trainer for less than a day and already he had caught two pokemon. Sure, they both were willing to be caught, but the feat still played through his mind as though he was some sort of Trainer prodigy.

“Now Thomas," Eucalypt patted him on the back, turning the man away from the entrance. “I've organised a ticket for you out of town. It's on the evening bus to Canneb." The absence of skyscrapers and plethora of parks made Canneb seem more like a glorified town than a city, but it was one of the central transport hubs near the coast. “It's not too far from the coast, and you should be able to catch a boat from Sidna or Bait Bay to the DRI headquarters in Unova."

Thomas nodded along, listening to the Professor. “So what time will I be getting into Canneb?"

“I've spoken with the driver, he'll pick you up a little ways outside of town, so you don't have to go back in. Then from there it'll be about four hours to Canneb. I've also spoken with Professor Colman and he's booked you a room at the Kangaskhan Inn there. If the drive is good, you should get in about 10. After that, you're on your own." He produced a ticket from his lab coat and handed it to Thomas. “The main bus depots will want to check your bag before you get on, so it would be best to go beyond Canneb on foot unless you want to risk them spotting the.. Uh…"

“What is that pokemon?" Thomas asked, feeling the weight of the bag on his back. “It's not one I'm familiar with.

Professor Eucalypt looked around to check if they were alone. He leaned in close to Thomas and whispered “No doubt Parker's Pokedex has enough information on it to satisfy your curiosity, but suffice to say; Don't show anyone! That pokemon is the find of a century. The only reason I'm letting it leave my lab is because I don't have the equipment to study it, but Professor Colman does."

The Professor patted down Thomas' shoulders, dusting the man off. “Take the passage down the blue corridor out to 'Nature Trench B'. It goes off into the forest about a mile before ending at an observation hut. Take a right at the hut and head South until you come across Route 13. The driver knows to look for a Trainer standing by the road near there. If you head off now you could walk and get there with about a half hour to spare."

Thomas turned to walk away before swinging back around and giving the professor a huge hug. “Thank you, thank you so much. I won't let you down." He wiped away a tear of joy before releasing Jeremy back into the Entrance hall. “Come on, we have a bus to catch."

“Wait!" The professor padded down his lab coat, before producing a red wrist-watch-looking gadget. “Almost forgot. This is the latest Pokedex, or will be. One of my assistants has an uncle at Silph Co., and this model is still in its testing phase. We were sent a couple dozen to test and I had a couple left over." He tossed the watch to Thomas, who caught it and strapped it on. “Stay safe, Thomas Drake."

The blue stripe down the hallway led the two to an external door at the bottom of a trench. Thomas had filled Jeremy in on the plan by the time the two stepped out into the orange glow of the afternoon light. “So all we have to do is figure out where from Canneb we want to go." A few snapped twigs nearby caused Jeremy to jump. He tapped his pokeball that was strapped to one of the backpack straps. “Fair enough buddy." Thomas pressed the button and in a flash of light Jeremy was safely away. However putting the Hakamo-o away in his spot on the strip of four pokeballs, Thomas' fingers grazed over Venipede's.

Another flash of light and the bug pokemon was out. “Hey dude, thought we could have a bit of bonding time, whaddaya say?" The Venipede chirped happily, running figure of eights around Thomas' feet. Thomas explained the plan to the small magenta pokemon as they wandered along the trench, the Venipede taking every opportunity to scramble up the side and run along the edge as it kept pace with it's trainer.

“You really are a quick bugger aren't you." Thomas mused as they made good time to the end of the trench. Calling it an observation hut was probably giving the structure too much credit. It was a camouflaged shack barely large enough for one man to fit inside, with 360 degree field of view out a narrow slit running around all six sides. The roof was covered in twigs and leaves, though how much of that was just naturally fallen forest detritus and how much was planned was impossible to tell.

Thomas checked the angle of the setting sun through the trees and angled himself south, pulling himself up a ladder at the side of the trench. Once out on the forest floor he could barely tell the trench was there, signalling for the Venipede to follow him. The purple and green bullet shot past him through the undergrowth, returning to his feet occasionally to chirp excitedly before disappearing once more.

The man kept an eye out for other people in the area, still not convinced the men in suits weren't searching the woods for either himself or Jeremy. Eventually the running around tired out the poor Venipede, who decided the best way to enjoy the trip was on Thomas' right shoulder. “You are an interesting one, I'll give you that." He sighed, looking up into the trees to watch the Chatots mill about the branches, the occasional Komala gripping a branch as it subconsciously chewed on the leaves.

The long walk was too quiet for the man, he'd never spent so long with someone else beside him as he had the last few days, and as the Venipede was the newest addition to the group, he felt it necessary to fill him in on who he was and what was going on. He spoke about his childhood and the fire that tore his life apart, of his school and attempts at finding work through to the busking and attempting to describe the musical instrument. The talk lasted the entire time to the road, with Thomas reaching the part about pulling the Venipede out of the group of bullies just as the familiar sound of a car whooshing past interrupted him.

Venipede chittered, intrigued. “You must be pretty young if you haven't ventured to a road yet." Thomas said, looking at how wide eyed the little bug was at the vehicles as they shot past. The man approached the road but stayed in the treeline, looking west towards the town and east towards the ocean far away. Where they had come out was at the bottom of a small valley, meaning they could see and hear a long distance either way up route 13. “Let's wait here. We've only got ten minutes or so until the bus is set to leave town."

He sat down on a nearby rock and took off the backpack, unzipping the top to expose the small green pokemon to the air. Then he unsheathed the three full pokeballs and popped each one open. Deino leapt upon Thomas immediately, licking his face affectionately. “Hey, hey, missed you too pal." The Sliggoo yawned, checking its surroundings before sliding over to the mans leg and giving it a hug."And you."

Jeremy stretched, walking over behind Thomas to give him a big hug from behind. “Haka." He growled into Thomas' ear. The man shivered from the soothing sound, no doubt spoken in that way to give him tingles. After a few moments they all looked over to the green pokemon in the bag, it's large eyes staring at them as it looked about, blinking at the fading afternoon light.

“Sorry for keeping you cooped up in there. I don't really know what-" Thomas facepalmed, shaking his head as he retrieved Parker's pokedex from it's pocket. “Let's fix that." He pointed it at the green pokemon and pressed the button.

“Unknown. Personal Note-" Those last two words were not in the same tone as the computer's usual voice. And judging by Hakamo-o's reaction Thomas suspected that was Parker's voice. It continued “I found this creature inside a damaged box resembling a truncated octahedron. Initial studies show that it is only visible when the viewer is within close range of the cube. I don't know if this is a pokemon or something else entirely."

Thomas stared at the small green pokemon. “So… I guess Professor Eucalypt assumed there'd be more in here." He sighed. Well, might as well let you know what's going on as well." he motioned for the rest to take a seat in front of him. Jeremy put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Okay. So, I've been tasked with getting you lot to the Dragon Research Institute in Unova. Along the way we are probably going to be chased by a group called Rocket Rising. They're the ones in suits. They…" Thomas looked at Jeremy, who bowed his head sadly. “I won't let them take any of you. We're gonna get to the institute."

He checked the time on the pokedex, privately cursing the bastard that took his grandfather's watch before pointing to the western part of the road. “In a little while a bus to Canneb will be leaving town and picking us up from here. In Canneb we'll need to get supplies and head off on foot to the coast, where we'll catch a boat to Unova. From there… I'll need to get directions." He sighed, looking between the pokemon. “Once we leave Canneb, we're gonna have to do some training. These guys don't mess around, and if we're gonna stand any chance of fending them off, we need to be ready. Until then," he turned to the shiny Hakamo-o “Jeremy, I need you to be ready to fight."

“Hak." Jeremy said, nodding. The Venipede and Deino chirped and yapped ferociously while the Sliggoo shrank down a little.

“Okay, okay." Thomas said, hands out palm down as he tried to calm the chorus of warcries from the two excitable pokemon. “I get it. But we're gonna have to work on learning some moves and, well, I'm as new to this as you are. The bus ride is gonna take a few hours, so enjoy a few minutes outside, you'll have to be back in your balls for the trip." The Deino and Venipede immediately set about smacking a pinecone between them as they created their own game to keep themselves busy. Meanwhile Jeremy took a seat on Thomas' lap, wrapping his arms around the man.

“Hak." He said with a smile, a tinge of sadness within his voice.

“I know I could never replace him." He offered, unsure how to say what he wanted. “I don't know what sort of a, uh… relationship… you two had," He blushed as Jeremy sighed “But I want to keep this going." He put a hand on the pokemon's thigh and squeezed. Jeremy growled contentedly as he hugged Thomas tighter.

But neither of them had noticed the Sliggoo get close, and with a bit of a struggle, it managed to climb up onto Thomas' thigh. It showed it's affection by cooing loudly before turning circles in the man's lap, curling up between his belly and Jeremy's leg. The Hakamo-o chuckled at the affection of his friend, but Thomas blushed. The Sliggoo's odd purring combined with the intimate embrace of Jeremy was causing a reaction in the man's pants.

He looked to Jeremy, red in the face. It took a moment for the pokemon to understand what was going on, his shocked smile belying the sudden realisation. But instead of helping the man, Jeremy instead leaned in and began growling seductively in Thomas' ear. His claws slowly circled down across the shirt-covered chest, eliciting a breathy moan from his trainer. The Sliggoo's cooing increased in intensity as Thomas' arousal grew, the vibrations serving to only make him harder.

Just then the sound of a big engine struggling with going up a hill echoed out across the small valley. Thomas went wide eyed. “Okay everyone, time's up!" He grabbed the pokeballs for the Deino and Venipede and clicked the buttons, a bright flash indicating their respective pokemon had been returned once more. Jeremy handed his pokeball to Thomas, sensuously sliding his fingers across the man's before pressing the button himself. Thomas rubbed between the Sliggoo's antennae before activating the last pokeball.

He swung the backpack over one shoulder and charged the remaining distance to the road, arriving at the curb just as the Bus slowed to a stop. He flashed the ticket and the driver indicated the almost entirely unoccupied vehicle. There was one old couple and their Alakazam in the front set of seats and a businesswoman with a well-groomed Lopunny a few seats behind them. The bus shook as it's doors shut and the driver pulled back onto the road.

Thomas made his way quickly to the back, passing a sign indicating one pokemon can be out of their pokeball per passenger; size and space permitting. Thomas was seated by the time the bus crested the first hill, gently placing the backpack in the aisle seat and buckling it down after he took the window seat. The pokeballs gleamed in the afternoon light, the man looking each one over trying to decide who to bring out.

Deino and Venipede would probably be a little too frisky given their playfulness in the grass before being re-balled. Jeremy was the obvious choice but looking out the window to all the cars passing by, Thomas thought better of the shiny Hakamo-o, not wanting to give those mobsters any leads. Which left only one. He grabbed a pokeball from the backpack's strap and activated it.

The Sliggoo popped into existence curled up in the middle of the aisle. Blinking several times and looking around, it's glazed eyes eventually found Thomas. It grinned up at him then made its way across the floor to his leg. It tickled a little but eventually the small purple pokemon hauled it's way up Thomas' leg and into his lap, where it did a few spins before laying down. He smiled, petting his friend gently.

Thomas was intrigued with the way the Sliggoo's skin was slimy but despite being quite sticky, the little guy seemed to control what it stuck to; the trail across the floor and Thomas' leg having a slight sheen to it but otherwise dry to the touch. There was so much about pokemon that Thomas didn't know, especially his little cadre of dragon pokemon. With the Sliggoo napping quietly in his lap, the man looked to the pokedex on his wrist. He tapped through the various settings to turn off the voice before looking up his purple friend.

'Sliggoo, the Soft Tissue Pokémon. Its four horns function as a highly sensitive radar system, picking up many different scents and noises.' The display scrolled the text quickly across the screen, following it with a couple pictures of the pokemon. He tapped through to the more detailed description. 'Female. The Mucous that Sliggoo excretes can be used to dissolve its prey, often by spitting it onto them. This pokemon uses highly sensitive radar-like antennae in addition to olfactory systems to navigate as its eyes do not do not appear to work. This can lead to it's companions being mistaken for opponents. Trainers should seek additional instruction from professionals if planning to train a Sliggoo or its evolutions.'

Thomas blinked, looking from the pokedex to the pokemon and back. “Righty, don't want to get on your bad side then." He mused, worried that he only had the one change of clothes in the backpack. But the Sliggoo only responded by purring that strange cooing purr she had done before. Thomas put aside the worries of this pokemon doing him harm for the time being; he knew it wasn't healthy to dwell on such triviality. For now, the Sliggoo was content, and that's what mattered.

It was some time before Thomas realised all the vibrations on his lap had awakened his member, the bulge straining against his pants under the napping pokemon. He tried to think unsexy thoughts, but every time his mind slipped back to the state of his cock, it would twitch, causing the Sliggoo to purr louder. It was like some sublime torture. Thomas' breathing deepened, his heart rate increased and his brow began to sweat; it was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

And it eventually was altogether too much. Biting his bottom lip to stifle a moan, Thomas reached his climax. Keeping his body still and focusing on not making a scene however, had the effect of him barely cumming. But it only took a few drops of the creamy substance to soak into the man's pants before the Sliggoo's antennae shot up. Thomas looked down to the creature, a sleepy but confused expression spreading across her face as she sniffed the air.

“Sorry," He whispered “I didn't mean to. I should go clean up-" The Sliggoo's antennae went completely horizontal as her eyes narrowed in a glare. “Or… or not?" It calmed down, circling the man's lap again before resting on his thigh, facing the now somewhat damp crotch. With her short stubby arms she fumbled with the pants zipper. “Hey, I don't-" The antennae went back down. “Okay!"

The Sliggoo managed to finally get purchase on the zip and pull it down, releasing a tent of underwear. She cooed at the protrusion, poking it before looking unimpressed that what she touched wasn't skin. Placing a single sticky stump of a hand on the fabric, she yanked down, freeing Thomas' turgid cock. The man moaned at his member being freed. Despite being unable to see, the Sliggoo's eyes went wide. “Sli-goooooo…" she marvelled, prodding the flesh.

“"Uhnnn" Thomas sighed, looking around the bus to see if anyone was aware of what was going on. The seat in front hid the two well enough, and it was dark inside with the lights set to 'night mode'; the faint blue light illuminating the aisle only. It appeared as though the other passengers were happily in their seats, one of the older two at the front lightly snoring. His attention was quickly brought back to the pokemon in his lap however as he felt a slimy tongue press against his shaft.

The Sliggoo ran her tongue up the throbbing cock, tasting along its length. Upon reaching the tip her antennae quivered, the taste of the man's semen no doubt registering. Thomas was not prepared for what came next. In one gulp the purple pokemon rammed her face down onto the erect member, swallowing the entire length in one go. Thomas grunted, the inside of his new friends mouth slippery and warm, muscles milking him as the pokemon stayed still.

The half-orgasm just moments earlier had subsided and he felt his body preparing for a second round. Subconsciously Thomas reached out, placing his hands along the snail-like pokemon's body and rhythmically stroking it. The purrs she produced shot straight through his cock and up his spine, it was intense but still somewhat soothing. He fully expected to cum the moment those vibrations hit home, but all it was doing was making his mind shoot fireworks.

Deep breathing became breathy moans as he tried to keep the volume down as much as possible. He thought he saw the Lopunny's ears twitch at one point but he was brought back to reality as the Sliggoo pulled it's mouth free of the man's cock. She cooed up at him confused. “Slig? Sliggoo?" She chirped before licking the tip again.

“You want more?" Thomas managed to whisper, out of breath despite barely having moved a muscle in the last hour. “I, um…" He tried to think of the best way to describe it. But the Sliggoo was a few steps ahead. She pointed to Thomas, then to Jeremy's ball. “Did you hear us last night?" She nodded. “Sorry." The Sliggoo looked up at the man frustrated before licking his cock again, pressing the point. “Look," He tried to keep his voice down by leaning in to whisper to the pokemon, barely an inch between their faces. “It's not an instant thing you gotta-"

Thomas was interrupted by a shadow creeping over them. His heart stopped, as he slowly turned to the figure blocking the aisle lights. The lopunny stood, arms akimbo staring at the two with a smirk on her face. She turned to the Sliggoo and said quietly “Lop? Punny Lop?" Sliggoo nodded then opened its mouth to show off its tongue. She sighed, then looked up and down the bus. Unbuckling the backpack, she popped it in the overhead compartment. Thomas was about to protest, but one of her ears wrapped itself around his cock and gave it a quick stroke, the velvet fur causing the member to throb with each slight movement.

With the bag out of the way she knelt on the seat and indicated for the Sliggoo to watch, the purple pokemon's antennae twitching attentively as she descended on Thomas' erection. It was an entirely different sensation to the Sliggoo. Lopunny's tongue was rougher, her mouth tighter as she pressed his member against the roof of it. He could feel every ridge, every bump as his cock was sucked on. Barely a third of the way inside she pulled back, showing the small progress to the Sliggoo before opening her mouth to take his member again.

She looked up at him, her gaze a mix of innocence and pure unadulterated lust. Without breaking eye contact the Lopunny pushed herself down his length, inch after inch until her wet little nose pressed against his belly. It was almost too much for the man. His cock was well and truly wedged down the pokemon's throat by now, the tight confines massaging his length as she mock-swallowed against him.

Thomas reached out to grab the pokemon by the back of it's head, but her ears quickly shot forward and wrapped around his wrists, preventing them from getting close. A narrow tongue slid out just far enough to give his balls a quick lick, the Lopunny giving him a sly wink before pulling back. Except this time instead of letting his length pop free, once he was almost out she dove back down.

Eyes closed, the Lopunny began pumping her dead down onto Thomas' cock. His wrists bound and his mouth clenched closed not to make any noise, all he could do was sit and watch as the pokemon gave him the most intense blowjob of his life. He looked to the Sliggoo but the little purple snail was too enthralled by what was going on. She slid a little closer, prompting the Lopunny to pull back one last time. A small gasp of air left her lips before she licked them with a smile. She then grabbed the base of Thomas' cock and pushed it to point at the Sliggoo.

The slimy pokemon stared at it, sliding closer until the tip was pressed against her salivating lips. Thomas' wrists were still pinned down by the Lopunny, so all he could do was watch as the Sliggoo swallowed his cock inch by inch. Going so slowly, he could appreciate the difference between the snail and bunny pokemon's mouths. The Sliggoo had a much wider mouth and throat, one that was far more slippery. But that space meant it's tongue could slide all around his shaft, tasting every little bit of him while the semi-acidic saliva made his skin tingle. The thought of perhaps not making this too regular of a thing for his own well being was quickly filed away to the back of his mind as the Sliggoo's lips wrapped around the base of his cock.

He could feel the pokemon swallow, the space around his cock spasming and rolling with the slimy saliva. That was what pushed him over the edge. Grunting a little louder than he would have liked, Thomas bucked his hips upwards. The Sliggoo's eyes shut tight as she began to swallow the first hot ropes of his jism. The Lopunny looked on eyes wide as the little snail kept her mouth firmly adhered to the man's waist, not letting a single drop free. Thomas' moan was almost a whine as he felt his cum being sucked from him as though his cock were a straw.

As he began to feel his heart beating hard in his chest, Thomas' climax subsided, his balls empty and the Sliggoo's stomach full. Sensing the man's post-orgasmic bliss washing over him, the Lopunny finally released his wrists, smiling coyly as she walked back to her seat. Thomas looked at her as she walked away, her fuzzy hips swaying side to side. But once she was in her seat, he couldn't help but notice the purple, glowing eyes of the Alakazam staring at him from the front of the bus. Thomas quickly hid behind the seat, the Sliggoo circling his lap to lay down once more.

Before she could, Thomas quickly stuffed his fading erection back into his pants. Green, cloudy eyes looked up at him sadly, her lips pouting as he zipped up. “I can rest with it out when we get to a hotel. For now, let's try to be a little more discreet." He said, the irony obvious even to himself. The Sliggoo nodded, smacking her lips contentedly. “Had a nice meal did we?" She nodded enthusiastically, grinning. “It's only been two days…" He murmured to himself, thinking how in such a short time, he's had two seperate pokemon perform sexual acts on him.

He stroked the Sliggoo's back, causing her to purr once more. “I'll have to get used to that." He chuckled, his body soothed by the sound as he watched the purple sky change to star speckled black ahead of them. “Who am I kidding…" the rhetorical question was the last thing the man spoke before the day's exhaustive events finally caught up with him, his consciousness fading into the night sky.

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“What do you mean, nowhere?" The grey-suited man huffed, clenching his fists. His sunglasses glinted menacingly in the fluorescent lights.

“I mean we've looked all over this town, it ain't here." The raticate-faced man took a half step back from his disgruntled boss. “There's only one Hakamo-o and it's a normal one."

That statement caused a reaction in the grey suited man. “And where is it?"

The raticate-faced man's partner spoke up. “We're looking now. Apparently some homeless guy walks them for money."

“And you bought that?" The boss' face was getting redder by the second. “So where is this beggar?"

“Busker." The smaller mobster said before clamping his hands over his mouth.

“What?"

“We met him walking into town last night." The bigger of the two black-suited men stepped in front of his partner. “Dirty trainers clothes, old leather bag, yay high." he held his hand out as an approximate measure. “We've been back to his haunt, he ain't there. He didn't catch the bus either, Johnny said only some broad and a couple geriatrics got on."

The grey-suited man began rubbing his temples as he turned away from the disappointing men. His Electivire's fist began crackling with energy threateningly. “Send a message to our boys in Cannab. We'll stop him there."

“How do you know he's got the Core?" Despite his usually overbearing size - essentially a suit filled with muscle - the mobster felt the size of a child when his boss turned around to glare at him. Almost as though his very soul was being threatened.

“Because he's the one that gave me this!" He whipped off the sunglasses then tore at the bandage beneath to reveal a fresh scar down the left side of his face. “You find that bastard, and you find him NOW!" A blur of black suits scrambling past each other to leave the room quickly led to silence as the grey-suited man shakingly put his glasses back on.

The Magmortar who had been standing silently and the Electivire each put a hand on the man's shoulder. He reached inside his vest pocket and retrieved a small, ornate pocketwatch."I'll find you." He wound it carefully. “I will find you."

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