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Jeremy, Zana and Thomas shared a bed that night, holding each other close, able to finally relax. With the burden of being fugitives lifted - not to mention exhaustion from the night's events - they found sleep easily. Jeremy had been a little disappointed that Thomas had gotten so intimate with the being he'd still yet to forgive, but from what little the man had said before requesting sleep, he understood that their mission was still on track, and they'd be rid of the interfering beast soon enough.

Come morning, Jeremy decided to use some of the polishing compound he'd requested Thomas acquire from the store the day before. His plates had almost all regrown and feeling a pang of pride, the Hakamo-o wanted to look his best after spending a month in hiding. Retrieving the small container and it's associated sponge, Jeremy retreated to the bathroom while the others snored contentedly in their respective beds. Him starting the shower is what woke Zana.

“Thomas?" She ran a claw tenderly down his chest, playing with him as she rolled over, pressing against the man's side. “Thomas, wake up." Her voice was soft and calm, trying to be quiet so as not to wake the others. Thomas took a deep breath and blinked himself awake. Focusing on the dark grey muzzle smiling contentedly up at him brought on his own wide grin. He slid an arm around the Zoroark and pulled her tight to him, booping his nose against hers “There you are." She sighed.

Thomas was mildly confused. 'Zye must have really fucked her up' he thought, trying to rationalise the dramatic shift in her behaviour. “Good morning Mistr-"

Zana was quick to shut him up with a claw placed across his lips. “Shhh…" She shushed him, before sliding her frame up onto his. Soft fluffy legs still streaked with the previous nights stains slid over Thomas' waist, the heat of her sex pressing hot and heavy against his own. “There'll be enough time for that… another time." She stumbled somewhat groggily through her words, still half asleep herself.

“Zana…"

“Better." She smiled, leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips. For Thomas, it was like the Zoroark had given him a shot of adrenaline straight to his veins. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight, diving into the kiss with passionate abandon. Zana upped her intensity to match and in no time they could feel his hardened member pressing against the slick folds of her needy passage.

“Zana," Thomas pulled away from their embrace just long enough to get her name out but she refused to let him finish. Sliding up his waist she angled her hips until the head of his cock slipped between her puffy lips, then keeping eye contact with her trainer, she ground backwards. “Ah! Fffuuu…" Thomas moaned as Zana quickly pressed a cupped paw against his mouth.

“Shhhh…" She sighed, revelling in the slow sense of fullness she was experiencing. But it didn't take long for their progress to come to a halt. The rubbery barrier of hardened cum-lotion inside her stopped Thomas' internal advances, the pressure his cock head was putting on it causing the Zoroark to moan in a strange combination of frustration and ecstasy. “So that's what's felt so good all night." She thought back to the memory of Thomas and the Rhyperior that Zye had shared.

Thomas thought about how to break the seal and realised Carmen's pills were still in the bathroom; which was currently occupied given the sounds of the shower. Subconsciously Thomas's hands found their way to Zana's hips and pulled them down. She groaned from the feeling of Zye's cum increasing in pressure inside her. Thomas allowed her a moment of stillness, where she became doubled over, panting hard. “I don't know how thick it is, but I could try... breaking through." Zana nodded, biting her lower lip as her eyes scrunched closed. “Here goes…"

Pulling down firmly on the Zoroarks hips, Thomas' cock strained against the gelatin-like barrier inside his lover until with a visceral slurp he managed to push through.The two shuddered as the feeling of warm cum drooled down around the mans shaft, pushed out by the pressure behind it until the pearlescent fluid broke their seal and began to pool on the bed. Zana withdrew before slamming herself back down, Zye's creampie making the whole ordeal so much slicker while simultaneously pulverising the once jellified dam into squishy little chunks.

“Thomas…" The man was still getting over how sensual his name sounded when muttered by the Zoroark, a completely different feeling to her usual cries of 'pokeslut' or similar. This was a side of Zana he'd never seen before; and knowing her as much as he did, might never see again. Her movements had become more erratic, but also more aggressive. She bounced on Thomas' lap, Zye's cum flinging across the man's chest as Zana rode him with passion. “Thomas, I'm… I'm…"

Thomas shifted his hands from Zana's hips to her shoulders and quickly brought her down to lie atop him, the grey muzzle nestled in the nape of his neck as he hugged her tight. “Cum for me, my beautiful Zana." He all but whispered into her flattened ears. He felt her body size up as she held him tight, the Zoroark's already tight passage rippling and spasming around Thomas' shaft. He stroked through Zana's hair and down her back, moaning softly as her body's attempt to milk him bore fruit.

A gasped sigh escaped Zana's lips as she felt her trainer's heat spread within. The man not thrusting into her, not holding her down or forcing her, just allowing the zoroarks hungry pussy to draw out every last drop with it's powerful muscles. In another time, in another place, this would have been her one true desire in life. Her partner, holding her, treating her like a princess as he brought her to climax on her terms.

A tear ran down Zana's cheek to fall on Thomas' neck. He allowed her body time to relax as it come down from it's tense climax before pushing her torso up enough to be nose to nose with the pokemon. “Zana, are you-"

“I'm fine." She sniffled. And looking into each others eyes they knew at that moment how the other truly felt.

Thomas could see the soul of a broken individual, an expression more of wariness and worry than hope or confidence. The Mistress part of Zana was an act, sure, but it was her way of putting on a brave face in front of the rest of the world and in some regard; punishing mankind for their acts against her. But here, now, with him, alone… Zana was herself. As he looked within those mysterious cyan eyes, their gaze took on a different meaning. Back in the cave where they had met, they were jaded and cruel. In the truck on the way to Wooloobell they were overbearing and confident. But here, they seemed more timid, more vulnerable. She was finally opening up to him, which made Thomas smile.

Zana on the other hand saw the selfless gaze of a truly caring man; the gently downturned eyebrows honestly indicating concern as he looked on her not with pity or disgust like so many others had, but with pure, unbridled love. He cared, and he always had. From the moment he met her he'd looked at her the same way. And after everything they'd been through, that had never changed. She had thought it was all a facade, to lure her in, or that he was truly some deviant that got off on being dominated like both she and Jeremy had done. But it wasn't. He really did care for her.

Zana burst into tears.

“Zana? Zana, you beautiful girl, why the tears?" Thomas hugged her again, at least he tried to. She was pulled down with her head beside his before she planted her hands either side of his shoulders and pushed herself up. Thomas didn't try to stop her and they were soon back to being nose to nose.

“I- I don-t deserve-"

“No." Thomas' interruption caught the Zoroark off guard. “You deserve so much more than you've had to deal with. So much more than I could ever give you." Thomas placed one hand gently on her shoulder, and the other cupping the side of her head as salty tears splashed down onto his cheeks and chin. “Never ever say you deserve less."

She grinned, a whimpered cry escaping her lips as she said “Are you trying to give an order to your Mistress?" Her smile wasn't full of the usual devious intent. It almost seemed sad.

“My only demand." He smiled back before pecking her on the lips. Bracing for a passionate kiss Thomas was taken aback as Zana instead dove into a tight embrace, her faux breasts held tight against his frame as he sighed into her mane. “I don't care what you call yourself, or who you try to be. That doesn't matter."

“So this is what you want?" She asked, leaning back up to indicate her more gentle state. “Plain, ol' Zana?"

“Never said that..." Thomas said coyly. Hemoved his other hand to her face and wiped her tears away with his thumb. “If you want to take to me with whips and chains," Zana moaned, biting her lower lip as she closed her eyes to visualise the man's description “tie me up and use me, promise me to another pokemon and watch them pound my arse until I'm unconscious," She moaned again, deeper and longer as she ground harder against his still hard cock “Then do so." Thomas wiped the last remains of tears from her face, prompting the Zoroark to open her eyes and look into his. “Whomever you want to be. Leave the past in the past, you never have to worry about that again. I'm here for you. Now and forever."

The truth in Thomas' voice rang true in Zana's heart. For the first time in a very, very long time she finally felt safe. And not only that, but the pokemon she'd grown up to become was someone that Thomas - this strange, inexperienced trainer - was not only happy to tolerate, but willing to make a part of his life. And just like that, the bitterness and resentment towards his species flowed out of her, out of her mind and out of her desires.

But the Mistress within her needed something to drive that power, to keep her 'on top'. And as she looked down to her lover she realised what it was that had to replace those negative emotions.

It was a twisted thought that ran through her mind, albeit one with its roots set in a more pure origin. He wished for someone to control him, to dominate him, but like her still with the love and care one would expect from a 'family' as close as theirs. And with that, she grinned her usual maniacal grin. Thomas smiled back, seeing his lover return to her past self. “Why do I get the feeling you've just figured out another way to make me squirm?"

“Hmmm…" She mock pondered, tapping her chin with a claw as she looked off into the distance. “Make you squirm eh?"

“Yes… Mistress…" Thomas added, hoping to get her back into that mindset. But he was surprised by her response.

“You may call me Madame." She said leaning down “Or Mommy." She whispered into his ear. “And you may call Jeremy 'Daddy' as well."

Thomas blinked.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by the thought. The sounds of his moans crying out to the two of them - 'Yes Mommy', 'Oh Daddy, harder' - echoed through his brain as he considered whether that was something he should approve of. But the relationship he had with those two was already very unconventional and in some regards: illegal. He gulped, realising again that there needed to be boundaries. Running his fingers through her hair, Thomas whispered his response back “Whatever Mommy wants, Mommy gets." Hearing her sigh from his words, he took a deep breath and continued. “But we have to keep it quiet."

“Oh but you know how much I love making you scream…" Zana teased, licking his neck before nibbling gently on his earlobe.

Thomas gasped at the sensation “Y-yeah, but I don't want you - ahhhhnnn - or the others to - oh gods - to be taken from me…" Zana slowed herself down and licked Thomas' cheek. “I lost them once. Never again."

She looked into his eyes and saw the fear of his words swirling within. Zana kissed Thomas gently on the lips. “Don't worry, I won't let that happen." And with a cruel smirk she pulled herself off the man, releasing a torrent of cum and lotion to drench him from navel to knee. Thomas gasped. “Better clean that up, Pokelsut." She chuckled before leaving the room.

“Haka?" Jeremy looked at the Zoroark as she walked past him, swaying her hips seductively before disappearing into the bathroom. Then he looked to Thomas - laying on the bed covered in spunk and gunk - and after a brief pause, began laughing hysterically.

“We had a breakthrough…" Thomas said, before realising the double meaning of his words, then realising both meanings would be lost on the Hakamo-o anyway. He grunted, sitting up. “First, this…" he gestured to the pool of goop he was now sitting in “Is thanks to Zye."

“Mo?" Jeremy's eyebrow raised questioningly.

“The Zygarde; little green dude." Thomas sighed, realising Jeremy might not approve of giving it a name. And sure enough, Jeremy lost his expression of confusion and gained one of annoyance. “Don't be like that. Ugh…" Thomas shifted over to the side of the bed and grabbed the towel Jeremy threw at him, drying himself off as best as possible. “We talked about what to do from here and he - I suppose he's a he now? I don't know - he confided in us his feelings and one thing led to another…" Jeremy, still un-amused pointed to the puddle slowly seeping into the bedspread. “So he kinda came in Zana… a lot." Thomas glossed over his own involvement for now, they'd talk about that another time. “And decided - given how she liked it so much - to kinda form a barrier-thing inside her, to uh… keep his cum inside? I mean it's not real cum it's just lotion - like the desert pea stuff - so she wouldn't get pregnant, but he wanted her to feel-"

Jeremy put his hand on Thomas', causing him to cease his rambling. “Ha," He took a deep breath in “Ka." and then exhaled.

Thomas nodded, taking a moment to calm down and stop his yammering. He looked to his partner and ran a finger over the polished headplates. “Damn, you look good." Jeremy grinned, wrapping his arms around Thomas. The man upped the ante and wrapped his arms a little lower, lifting the Hakamo-o into the air and hugging him tightly to his chest. The two sighed from the intimacy of it before several thuds from the door indicated Mac had awoken and was interested in food. Thomas put Jeremy down and got ready for the day ahead.

He intended on catching up with Officer Jenny and figuring out a plan of action regarding Bruno. There was a Quilladin that needed finding and hopefully; rescuing. So after packing his new duffel bag and organising the crew, he brought them all back into their balls, left a note of apology on the table for the state of the room, and made sure to leave a tip for the cleaners at reception.

After a few minutes of peaceful meandering through the streets in the pre-rush hour traffic, Thomas finally made it to the Wooloobell Central Police Station. He shied away from several black cars on the way there, but all of them seemed to be driven by normal people. “That'll take a while to get over." he grumbled to himself as he approached the building's huge sliding doors.

Once inside it wasn't long before Officer Jenny was out front to meet him - having stayed the night there for her safety - and she quickly led him to a back room. She looked a little worse for wear with several bruises, and a bright blue bandaid under one eye to cover a small cut she'd acquired at some point during the madness of the day before. She explained how the police station at the warehouse district was ransacked by the time she got back, and how until it's refurbished she's to recover by taking some paid leave.

First thing she's doing though is heading to Police HQ in Sidna, where they want her to give a full report on the happenings of the last 48 hours. While there they'd be able to speak to the investigators and tracking specialists in the hopes of finding Bruno's location. She strongly recommended Thomas do the same, and that she'd be happy to give him a lift there. He jumped at the chance. Given the last months worth of travel being so hectic and dangerous, having a police escort on the final leg for this continent's worth of travel was something the man couldn't turn down.

Agreeing to meet her back at the station just after lunch, Thomas bade her farewell and made a beeline for the park. He found a spot near the edge where he could sense Zye off in the distance and took a seat. The Zygarde eventually made themself known by psychic contact only as they were still concerned about being spotted in broad daylight. Thomas understood and divulged the current plan. By that afternoon they should be within Sidna, chatting to the police team in charge of finding Bruno. Once he was aware of a location, they'd hopefully be able to act given the kidnapping charge regarding the Quilladin.

Zye was understanding but annoyed that nobody had managed to find his friend. Apparently within the pokeball they could not track the pokemon's location, which worried them. Thomas did his best to comfort the Zygarde before they stated they'd need to leave for Sidna on foot as soon as possible to make it there for nightfall. Within moments the psychic cloud lifted and Thomas was alone in the park.

With several hours left to go before his bike ride with Officer Jenny, Thomas elected to let the crew out for a bit of a romp in the park, and to go over with them the current plan. In a few seconds Mac was zooming around with reckless abandon, alternating being chased or chasing a very happy Dusty. Griff circled through the sky, bobbing, weaving and climbing with the currents while Carmen opted to just lay on the ground - arms outstretched - sunbaking with her headphones in.

Jeremy and Zana walked off to one side, obviously to have a chat about Thomas given how they kept looking his way with amused glances. The man assumed she was filling the Hakamo-o in on the morning's fun, or perhaps that of the previous night. But before Thomas could gather them together to talk about what was to happen next, Cav wandered up to him. The Zweilous' expression was partly of concern, yet also frustration.

“What's up Cav?" Thomas asked, crouching in front of the twin heads to scratch under the chin of each. They looked to each other, then to Zana, then back to Thomas. “How about you try to say what you need to, and I'll try to figure it out. If I suck at it, we'll get her over. One of the heads nodded while the other gumbled, looking off to the side.

“Zwei." It gestured with one head to the man's pokeballs. “Zwei, lous. Lous!" He exclaimed, the two heads mock fighting by knocking into each other.

“Are you trying to say something about me using you for fighting?" They nodded, a slight grin at being understood spreading across their twin maws. “Well, what about it? You're great."

One head laughed sarcastically, while the other hung in shame. “Lous… Zwei, zweilous." he mumbled, the laughing head settling into a more somber sigh.

“Is this about the other day? About Bruno?" Thomas asked, the name catching the attention of the other pokemon, who all slowly made their way back over.

“Zwei. Lo… Lous." They responded, looking between each other before staring at Zana pleadingly under mops of thick black fur. “Zwei? Lous?"

Zana cleared her throat. “They-"

“They don't think they did a good job against Bruno's bodyguards?" Thomas interrupted.

“No." Zana growled, just loud enough for Thomas to back down without making too much of a scene. “Not just that. In the sewers, in the cave, at the gym…" She sighed, looking to see if Thomas understood. It took the man a moment but he saw where she was going. Every single major confrontation after the Salazzle had been a loss for the pokemon. He'd been brought out, often to help save Thomas and those both in the crew and outside it. And every time he'd been soundly defeated. He looked to Zana and nodded. “They don't think they can do what you need them to."

“What?!" Thomas exclaimed, looking at Zana before turning to the Zweilous. “You've been with us since day one! You belong in this crew you-"

“Zwei!" They said in unison, interrupting Thomas to say their peace. Zana translated the rest. <You need pokemon that can fight and win. And the ones you fight against are too strong.>

“Then we can train more. I've been too focused on trying to evade those rocket goons that-"

<NO! Listen! We have tried. We have tried so hard. But we can't. You're about to leave for another place, another country. But there is one place we were happy. Where we fit in.>

Thomas sighed. He knew there would be no changing their minds. They'd already made their mind up, and knowing how stubborn that Zweilous was, he knew there was no chance of changing that. He jabbed at his pokedex, swiping around for the right app before tapping away at the selections. Once finished he turned back to the pokemon. “I don't suppose there's any way I could convince you to stay with us?"

The zweilous, puzzled by what Thomas had just done on his pokedex shook their collective heads. <No.> Mac crash tackled the Zweilous, bouncing up and down while chirping wildly. Thomas had to use all his strength to hold the whirlipede back while Cav recovered, looking sullen and shameful. Carmen too looked to the Zweilous with tears in her eyes, bottom lip quivering. <I'm sorry.> Cav turned to leave as a loud 'Caw' rang down from above.

A Taxi landed a few feet away, the Corviknight preening itself as the crew looked from it to Thomas and back. The man motioned for Cav to come close, and he did so. Thomas wrapped an arm around each of the Zweilous' necks and hugged him tight. “I'll miss you. I really will. We all will." He then stood up, allowing the rest of the pokemon to take their turns wishing Cav goodbye. Walking over to the Corviknight, Thomas held up his pokedex for the pokemon to see and indicated a point where the Kangaskhan river entered a large cave. The Corviknight nodded dutifully then went bug-eyed at the tip Thomas loaded onto it's fare machine from his pokedex. “Thank you." He said, patting the pokemon on one of its talons before turning around to face the crew.

Cav had finished his goodbyes with a long, teary hug involving both Jeremy and Carmen. The original Trio. When they separated, Cav made his way towards the taxi, stepping up into it's cab. Thomas, realising he almost forgot something, pulled out the Zweilous' pokeball and tossed it in, one of the heads catching it in their maw. Thomas pointed his pokedex at it, tapped a few times and the ball made a sad 'boop', indicating it's decommission. “When I come back, I expect to see an entire clan of feisty little Salandits and Deinos, you hear me?"

“Zwei! Lous, zweilous-zwei!" Zana opened her mouth to repeat it before going red in the face, giving Thomas a naughty eyebrow wiggle.

The man laughed. “I bet you will!" He shouted as the Corviknight began flapping, wrenching the cab into the sky. “You horny bastard." He chuckled to himself.

Thomas turned back to the group, a motley collection of sad faces and tears. “Don't feel sad. We didn't lose Cav today." He realised they both needed a motivational speech, but also weren't in the mood for one. Sighing, he continued. “He could have died in the theatre fight. Or back in those sewers. Instead, he's found the love of his life and is headed back to her to, well... I'm happy for him." Zana, Jeremy and Carmen all looked to Thomas with a knowing smile while the other three nodded in agreement. “C'mon, lets go get some lunch, have a treat in Cav's honour."

The group agreed, attempting to shake the mournful tones the morning had brought them. Walking through the park they happened upon a small cafe. Taking one of the tables outside, Thomas ordered a full round of pokemon-safe drinks, some lunch and a plate of treats with some macarons and coffee for himself. Mac of course demanded several, but the man was smart enough to have ordered extra just for that. They ate in silence, considering the days events, and when Thomas was finished with his food he began outlining where they were in regards to their original mission, as well as with Bruno.

He explained how the next part of the journey was their arrival in Sidna and travelling up there on Officer Jenny's bike to hopefully avoid confrontation with any more goons. He outlined how there was no proof yet of where Bruno had gone, but the Zygarde wasn't going to leave Vandimland without that Quilladin, so whether they wanted to or not - Thomas glared at Jeremy while saying that - they would have to help the legendary pokemon find his friend before heading to Unova.

The crew agreed - in one case reluctantly - and finished their treats before Thomas beamed them back into their respective balls. With Griff he waited a few more minutes to give the Noivern his meds before putting him away for the trip. Then after leaving a tip, Thomas made his way back to the police station.

He signed a couple waivers regarding being transported on their police issue bikes before searching through their station for a helmet that would fit. They also found him a pair of riding pants and jacket in their 'confiscated property' department, which did fit, though seemed to be at least a decade old, if not more. Jenny helped strap both his pack and hers to the cargo panels she unfolded from the rear sides of the bike before getting on behind her. After a quick rundown on pillion etiquette, she slid her visor down and tore out of the Police station carpark.

The ride north started somewhat intense, Thomas having never ridden that fast on a bike before. Fortunately Jenny was an exceptional rider and he never once felt like he was about to fall off. But being that fast with so little between him and the asphalt whizzing past was adrenaline pumping at best, and terrifying at worst.

Fortunately, the police issued bikes were very big for being a motorbike, and as such were quite noticeable on the road. Cars and trucks pulled a little further over to let her pass, and the few cars that had been driving erratically at the very least became calmer when she was passing them. Several times she finger-gunned the drivers of cars that she caught speeding as a threat more than anything, but being off the clock, she wouldn't be able to pull them over anyway.

Several hours and one numb arse later, Thomas and Jenny had arrived in Sidna. Weaving through the streets they eventually came to a large blue building with a shield emblazoned on the front. Heading around back she drove down into their underground carpark, having to show her ID and Thomas' paperwork to the guard before the roller-shutters were retracted. They parked alongside a dozen other bikes, though hers was painted in a slightly different scheme to theirs and was obviously an older model.

Retrieving their respective packs, the pair made their way up the elevator to a debriefing room on the tenth floor. It was late afternoon by the time an officer came to take their statements regarding the events that took place earlier in the week. Thomas recounted his close call in Bait Bay, the truck trip up to Wooloobell (leaving out his ride in it's cargo compartment) and the events at the police station.

The officer stated that after the gang had locked up Jenny, they destroyed the camera equipment so were relying on his testimony. So seeing an opportunity, Thomas claimed to have the shotgun in the scuffle, and used it to defend himself from the goon and also his Noivern from the psychotic mankey.

The officer then requested for Zana and Griff to give their reports to a Machoke in a police vest who had been standing in the corner. Thomas indicated which two balls belonged to his requested friends and allowed the Machoke to leave the room with them. He just hoped either Zana would feign ignorance regarding the shotgun, or at least hope she wouldn't remember it from the bounty hunter several days earlier.

Thomas then continued recounting his discovery of Jenny, their motocross-style escape and his hiding out with the three bears. Though he left out Jenny's prior knowledge of their existence by way of being really stressed and unable to remember exactly how he ended up in their company. He then told of their discovery by the gang and escape from the sewers amounting in the encounter in the theatre. He tried to remember as best as possible the events that occurred, then afterward the Officer placed a laptop on the interview desk and played the video file from the documentary crew that night.

It took over a half hour of rewinding, playing and tuning the volume just right for them to get a mostly accurate dialogue written down. Thomas then divulged the true identity of the Quilladin and the mysterious black-and-green pokemon that rushed the stage in the final moments before Bruno's escape. The officer seemed genuinely shocked to learn of Zygarde's existence, and after Thomas requested the Quilladin be struck from their records regarding it's previous ownership - which the officer agreed to given the circumstances - he asked Thomas to give them as much detail about the legendary pokemon as possible.

Thomas kept a reasonable amount of information secret, claiming he knew little about the pokemon outside of it being able to communicate with him without just repeating it's name, chirping, whistling or utilising the various types of pokemon language out there. He said it's the pokemon he's been protecting from the very beginning, and the reason Bruno killed Parker Simons. And if they needed further eyewitness accounts he could arrange a meeting with the Zygarde, or allow them to speak to Jeremy.

The officer jumped at the chance to request an audience with the Zygarde, but also to speak with Jeremy, regarding both that event, but also the events that occurred on route 13. Thomas realised his mistake in having come here, but there was no way he was escaping an active police station - let alone the headquarters - and not without both Zana and Griff by his side. He requested Jeremy be given due consideration due to what he'd discussed with Jessa as being the downside of learning a new move by accident.

He described what had happened the best he could from what Jeremy had said, how the Dodrio died from the Hakamo-o's underestimation of the moves power, before killing the scyther after it tried to kill him in retaliation. The Mills guy was an unknown, but given several of the rocket guys had been seen to have had guns, Thomas suggested perhaps Jeremy was just trying to defend himself or Thomas from the armed goon.

He was also asked if he had any knowledge of the events regarding the explosion near Route 13's Pokecenter and the death of one Clarence Parkinson. Thomas sighed, nodding. He started by saying he'd had the events recounted to him by the Chespin - now Quilladin - thanks to the Zygarde's mental prowess. He recounted how Jeremy was found unconscious by the Chespin's owner, tied up and in the process of being transported in the back of his truck to a member of Rocket Rising for the reward. The Chespin refused to help Jeremy untie himself, so Jeremy broke the rope bonds and escaped. The driver then attempted to kill him with a shotgun - which the Chespin tried to stop - so Jeremy responded by using his newly learned move to scare the man off. A lie, technically, but there was no proof Jeremy had aimed specifically at the car's fuel tank, which seemed to be how it ignited.

Thomas mentioned that Jeremy's shoulder and ankle still had scars from those injuries, proving self defense. The officer sighed, saying that alone wouldn't prove self defense, but the tale sounded plausible and if Jeremy was able to give the same description, it would go a long way to that end. He asked when Thomas was made aware of those events, to which the man described his encounter with Quilladin after Eric the Hitmonlee's beating, then the conversation with Jessa back in Bait Bay regarding the Roger Mills situation. Thomas begged him not to arrest Jeremy, but the officer couldn't guarantee anything. He called through the intercom for another pokemon to come in to take Jeremy's ball, and an Alakazam phased into existence in the corner.

Thomas nervously pointed out Jeremy's ball, and the pokemon levitated over to it. Then a thought popped into Thoams' head. He held his hand up for it to wait, and unbuckled the leather bracer around one arm - the one without the pokedex attached - handing it to the psychic type as it looked at him mildly puzzled. Thomas just told it to give it to Jeremy and he'd tell the truth. With that the Alakazam nodded, grabbed the Hakamo-o's ball and disappeared with a slight hum.

The officer thanked Thomas and made a signal to the one way glass. As he left the room, Officer Jenny - given the small bandaid across her cheek, Thomas assumed it was the same one from Wooloobell - and another more casually dressed lady entered the room. She introduced herself as Inspector Slate. After a moment of pleasantries asking if Thomas needed water, was comfortable and such, she got down to business.

The moment Jenny had gotten to the Wooloobell central station she got the Rocket Rising group to be put on the nation's watch list. Furthermore once a call came in regarding a situation at the Theatre, she put an APB out on the entire gang, with a directive to arrest Bruno Drekavak on sight. After the gang leader managed to escape, he was spotted at the docks jumping into a yacht, which then immediately took off into international waters.

Thomas was enraged. He screamed obscenities, called the man a coward and took his rage out on the interview desk. Had it not been reinforced for this exact reason, it might not have survived. Jenny and Slate weathered the outburst, waiting for Thomas to calm down before continuing. The inspector described how they've been tracking the man's location and have pinpointed him anchored on a reef just past a small chain of sandbars. As they were not above the surface they could not be claimed by any nation, but it was a popular spot for divers due to several shipwrecks and a vibrant reef.

She then gave him the bad news. That area was entirely out of their jurisdiction. They would be unable to help Thomas recapture the Quilladin while Bruno is parked out there. Thomas went silent, hope for getting the little guy back quickly fading. He slumped into the chair and asked to be alone for a while. Officer Jenny pat him on the back, suggesting he go de-stress - have a massage or something - before she took her leave. Inspector Slate meanwhile gave him an assurance that the interviews with his pokemon should be wrapping up soon and she doubted there'd be a need to keep Jeremy in confinement. According to their system he's registered to the Pokemon Rangers and as such there are certain provisions regarding their need to carry out orders, stretching the definition of self defense in this case would be well within the possibilities.

The way she mentioned the rangers sparked something in the man's mind, and as Slate left the room, Thomas' brain kicked into gear. He quickly tapped away at his pokedex and connected to the building's public wifi. Scrolling through the network he found what he was looking for; the address for the Pokemon Ranger offices in Sidna. There was a momentary grumble of frustration as he noticed they had closed for the evening, but would be open the next morning. He saw a number for an emergency phone line, and a more modern 'contact us' section where he could type his issue and they would respond as soon as possible.

He described briefly who he was, who Jeremy was, and what his current task was involving the Zygarde. He then mentioned Bruno's kidnapping of the Quilladin and how that had become top priority for the Zygarde, and thus, Thomas as well. He noted the general coordinates - which he had tried to memorise from the watermark in the corner of the satellite photo the police showed him - and said he needed help, but if he had to he'd hire a boat and head out there himself. He sent the request and waited, sipping his water nervously.

Zana and Griff were soon returned to him, the Machoke signing to him that they were fine and everything went okay, along with a couple gestures he didn't understand until the muscular pokemon winked at him. Not long after that Thomas' pokedex beeped. He read the reply for the Ranger's help desk. He had an appointment with them at 9am sharp the next morning, requesting he bring the Zygarde if at all possible. Until then he was welcome to stay at their Sidna safehouse, which they enclosed the address for. He replied with an affirmative as the Alakazam popped back into existence, delivering both the ball and the bracers before patting Thomas on the shoulder. After the second pat it vanished, leaving Thomas alone in the room again.

But not for long. The officer from before stepped back inside and informed him that the paperwork would take a while to do, so he was fine to leave, just to preferably stay in town for the next couple of days while they sort everything out. He showed Thomas to the exit, relaying that Officer Jenny had a somewhat more extensive report to file, and she'd be unable to leave for some time yet. Thomas thanked the officer and stepped out into the city.

Night was falling, and his stomach was more than in need of a decent feed. Despite wanting to get the crew out to fill them in, Thomas felt he needed a minute or two by himself to absorb the afternoon's events. He found a small Kanto restaurant down a side street and took a seat. He ordered some noodles and jam donuts, happily munching on them while thinking about what he'd say to the rangers the next morning. While finishing off the desserts, he spied a neon sign flicker to life across the way.

'Four-Arm Massage' it glared proudly into the darkness of the alley, flanked on one side by a flexing Machamp; the neon lines alternating between one flexed pose and another every few seconds in a crude animation. Thomas thought back to Jenny's comment, and thought given how stressful the last month had been, getting a massage might be nice. He'd never had one before, if he ever pulled something while busking he'd find a rubber ball, place it on the ground and lie or step on it, shifting slightly so it would roll around and work out that muscle.

He finished his food and crossed the alleyway to the massage parlour. He was welcomed by a smiling woman with pink and blue hair at the front desk “Good evening, welcome to Four-Arm Massage. Can I help you?"

“Ah, yeah, I was wondering if I could get a massage?"

“Well you've come to the right place." She chuckled, gesturing Thomas to come closer to the counter. Placing a nail file she had been using down beside her computer she tapped the screen to life with her long, manicured hot-pink nails. “So what sort of a package are you after?"

“Uh, Package?" Thomas queried. The concept of them having more than one type of massage - and probably several different masseuses - made sense to the man, but he had no idea what to ask for. “What, uh, sorts of packages are there?"

She continued smiling broadly and placed a pamphlet on the counter. The list seemed extensive, and upon closer inspection the entries were almost all entirely different, involving a different masseuse at the very least. “We have our usual half hour services which help to give you a bit of a pep in your step, knock those muscles back into place." She laughed a little “Or we have our hour long services which can get a bit more involved. Our Froslass Genevieve is a specialist in cold-massage techniques, while we have a Cinderace that just arrived from Galar to take over from our recently retired Reiki specialist."

Thomas looked a little unsure, which prompted the receptionist to continue “We have non-temperature based massages as well. There's our Mudbray Lisa's room, you can take a mudbath to calm down before she gives your back a gentle trot. There's a Joltik trio who can work wonders with their muscle stimulation technique, and a Leavanny who can prepare an aromatic tea bath that'll just melt away all your troubles." Thomas thought of Jessa and her tea, and wondered if he should give them her business card, but before he could the lady continued. “We also have our Shiatsu specialists, Tana and Tara: Mienshao sisters…"

Thomas looked perplexed, there were so many options, some sounded amazing. “I… I have no idea."

“Hmm…" The woman brushed a blue bang out of her eyes as she thought. “Well, what sort of week have you had?"

Thomas knew what she was asking, and probably what she was expecting. And of course, instead of telling her a lie about pulling a muscle at work, or twisting an ankle walking up stairs, he gave her an over-simplified run down of his life recently. “So I've been sleeping on an abandoned warehouse floor for the last ten years or so, until about a month ago when I got caught up in a plot to steal a newly discovered pokemon. I've been beaten, bashed, drowned, shot at, chased and slept everywhere from the inside of a cave on route 13 to the tunnels under Wooloobell. I'll take whatever service you think is best for that."

Several pokemon's heads poked out from a side door to stare at the man as the Receptionist blinked in shock. Thomas grinned and waved at them, but thought to his own pokemon as well. “And you know what, I'm gonna treat my friends too. Whatever they want." Thomas looked to the empty waiting room and back “Assuming there's room?"

The woman looked at the six balls slung around the man's waist and tapped her screen. “Uh," Thomas smiled, it was her turn to be flabbergasted. “We, uh, we don't have any bookings for a couple hours. That should be fine." Thomas summoned his pokemon one after the other. Zana was first up, and she opted for the tea bath. Jeremy opted for the tea bath as well, before Zana made him aware - in no uncertain terms - that he would lose parts of his anatomy if he tried. Fortunately they had a similar service involving a Salazzle in the Sauna room, so Jeremy opted for that; immediately making Thomas regret not choosing first.

Dusty almost lost it when he heard there was a 'Mud Room' and was pleased to see another mudbray would be taking care of him. Mac was the incredibly indecisive one, but after several minutes of peeking room to room, he finally elected to go with the Joltik. Carmen was a bit stumped with her choices, but she ended up opting for the Mienshao sisters; deciding ice or fire might be a bit too much for her. Conversely, Griff asked if he could have both the Forslass and Cinderace work on him. Thomas - wincing at the cost - agreed, making one very happy Noivern. He figured it was a special treat and Griff had done an amazing job protecting the crew while Thomas was stuck in his third cave experience, not to mention the intense fight at the Police station.

“Which leaves-" The receptionists eyes bulged at what was displayed on her screen. “Uh, well we only have one other masseuse scheduled on at the moment. And he's well…" She gulped, smiling sheepishly at Thomas “He's usually reserved for pokemon with tough skin. Like, rock tough.

Thomas chuckled wanly. “Hey, if he's not gonna snap me in half, I'm happy to give him a go." His mind was screaming at him for that, a pokemon able to massage an Onix could reduce the man to a fine paste in the span of an hour.

But the receptionist returned to her more confident smile at Thomas' statement and joked “I'll make sure he knows not to break you." She gestured to Thomas' wrist mounted pokedex before turning the computer screen to face him. Displayed was the total for both him and his pokemon's appointments and taking a deep breath he placed the pokedex against a small electronic reader on the counter. There was the chirpy ping of a successful transaction and the woman pointed to the side door. “Bob's room is five doors down on the left. And if you want him to go harder or softer, just say so."

Thomas nodded thanking the woman before heading down that way. Several sounds of his crew being looked after by the assortment of pokemon floated through the hallway. A whinny from behind one door had the man thinking how much fun Dusty would be having in a room full of mud. But he barely had time to consider his friends enjoyment as he had arrived at the last door. He knocked. It was opened by a large blue, black and yellow pokemon. It looked a little surprised - probably because he was human - and waved Thomas in after checking there was nobody else in the hallway. “Uh, I don't mean to be rude, but do you mind…?" Thomas pointed to his pokedex, the pokemon nodded noncommittally as it closed the door behind them.

“Grapploct, the Jujitsu Pokémon. A Fighting type. Grapploct's entire body is made of overlapping muscles. Its tentacles have terrifying power for squeezing attacks." The pokemon nodded at this, the smile evident in his large eyes despite not visibly having a mouth. He flexed in front of Thomas, four thick arms bulging and rippling with toned muscles. “Behaviour. Will wait for it's prey to come close to the waters edge then leap out to grapple it with it's eight arms." Thomas and Bob look to each other, then to the pokedex sarcastically. “To reproduce, the male coils it's reproductive tentacle around the females, pumping its fertilising sperm through the suckers as-" Thomas slapped the pokedex, red in the face as he turned it back to standby mode.

“Heh, sorry, kinda forgot it does that…" Thomas chuckled as Bob gave him a raised eyebrow before gesturing to a mostly unused - but still aged - clothes stand near the door. “Down to underwear?" He asked. That caused Bob to stop mid-thought and consider it. He'd not had a human before. Pokemon were easy, so few bothered to wear clothing in the first place, and those that did had no problems removing it for a massage. But he knew humans could be picky about their nakedness. He turned and shrugged at the man. Thomas came to a similar conclusion; if pokemon were fine being naked for a massage, so was he.

He stripped down, folding his clothes carefully to stack on the stand. Then, covering his mild erection - thanks to the imagery afforded by the pokedex's description - he made his way over to a central dais. It was a smooth stone slab several meters across with a slight concave curve to it. Thomas knelt upon it, and moved to the middle. Bob twirled his tentacles around, indicating for him to lie face down. Thomas did so and hearing the pokemon climb up next to him, prepared himself for the worst.

But Bob's initial touch was incredibly gentle. All four of his 'arms' slid across the man's torso, feeling the skin, pushing against the muscle firmly but gently, poking and prodding, locating all the knots and troubled areas. Suckers lightly pulled at his skin, leaving pinkish circles on the surface before sliding off to another spot to sense the knots there. This continued for several minutes, with the Grapploct exploring the man's back, legs, arms and neck; the latter of which only served to make the mans erection push harder against the stone beneath him. And then the real massage began.

Thomas had been in many fights before, from the occasional scrap with other street dwellers to the more recent brawls associated with Rocket Rising. He'd dealt many punches, and received a fair few more. But nothing like what was now assaulting his back. The Grapploct used it's four upper arms to pound into Thomas' shoulders, each one landing with the same force as a punch, but - thanks to it's biology - without the hardness of knucklebones behind it. As though Thomas was on the receiving end of an over-enthusiastic boxer's frustration. But while powerful enough to cause the man to lose his breath, Bob's strikes were not inherently painful.

In seconds Thomas' initial shock turned to a kind of intense euphoria, his body relaxing under the repeated physical assault while part of his mind was still screaming about being in mortal danger. The strikes started at his shoulder and worked down; two tentacles smacking his skin either side of his spine as they descended towards his rear. Bob admired the taut nature of the man's musculature before moving to his thighs, then back up to Thomas' shoulders again.

Thomas sighed as Bob had to leave the slab to retrieve some massage oil. And as unprepared as Thomas was for the initial beating, he was most certainly not prepared for what the Grapploct had in store for him next. Spreading the oil across Thomas' limbs, Bob shifted his weight until he was straddling the man; one tentacular 'leg' either side of his hips while the third was planted just below his crotch. Then with a speed and grace Thomas wasn't expecting, Bob wrapped his tentacles around the man's arms and began to squeeze.

It was a kind of sensual agony that raced through Tomas' mind. The tentacles roiled and pulsed against his skin, the suckers along them pulling and manipulating him to soften the knots riddling his body. It was all Thomas could do not to moan whorishly at the intense sensations flowing through him. He said a silent prayer to Arceus when Bob released his arms, only to gasp as he felt those same tentacles begin wrapping around his thighs.

He bit his lip, pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, but it was no use. As Bob's tentacles squeezed his legs and suckers pulled at his inner thigh Thomas vocalised his lust. “Aaaaahhhhmmmm…" He moaned into a hum, causing Bob to freeze. He leant over, trying to get a good view of the man's face, and Thomas turned back to see why the pokemon had stopped. They locked glances and Thomas' shame was revealed. Bob, amused and intrigued, used his ridiculous strength to lift Thomas' lower half off the stone dais, revealing the rock hard erection, throbbing with need.

“I-I am… So sorry…" Thomas muttered, his face and neck turning a shade of crimson most humans are incapable of. “It's just, that felt so…" He tried finding the words, but before he could, Bob squeezed his legs again. “AH!" Thomas' cock jumped, dripping pre onto the stone beneath.

“Grap?" Bob queried, pulsing the muscles down his tentacles as Thomas squirmed inside their coils. “Oct." He slowly let Thomas' legs down onto the stone and stopped tightening around them, but did not release.

“If… if you're fine with it… I am." Thomas sighed, thinking he understood the pokemon's question correctly. Bob raised an eyebrow and used one of his lower tentacles to prod the man's member. “Oh, ohhhh…" Thomas moaned, scrunching his eyes closed.

“Grah…" He gave the man's thighs a couple of quick squeezes to get his attention. Thomas linked himself to attention and looked to the pokemon. It pointed to his pile of clothes and the pokedex on top. Then it gently unwound a tentacle that had been wrapped around it's waist. It took a moment for Thomas to get what Bob was doing, but the moment of realisation was when he took that tentacle and again pointing at the pokedex wrapped it around the man's cock. A warm fluid quickly coated the throbbing member before Bob withdrew.

Thomas' eyes were wide with understanding. The 'belt' of this pokemon was the reproductive tentacle. Which to some degree made sense; keeping it out of the way of most interactions throughout a fight. It gently prodded Thomas' hole, a questioning look across Bob's face. Thomas was quick to reply. “Bob, this is easily the best massage I've ever gotten. But just so as you know, you're getting a big-ass tip regardless of whether I get yours." The grapploct thought about it a moment, and still looking confused, Thomas decided to put it plainly. “Ever fucked a human before?" Bob shook his head. “Want to?"

That was all the motivation Bob needed. He pressed his tentacular cock against Thomas' puckered hole and pushed. Thomas had had a wide variety of cocks inside him over the last month, but this one was unique. Thinner than most, it pushed past his ring with ease, but the suckers caught every few inches along its length, sending bursts of pleasure cascading through his rear as it pushed on, and on, and on… Eight, ten, twelve inches all pushed past and yet it did not end. Eighteen, Twenty… Thomas' gut began to react to the thick mass working its way inside him foot by foot. After nearly four feet of the thick tentacle slid it's way inside, Thomas looked to his bulging belly and moaned. He felt what passed for Bobs hips slap against his own and the two of them grunted.

And then it began. Thomas felt the tentacle inside him twist and turn, writhe and pulse as it shifted inside him. His prostate was gently rubbed one moment, and left alone the next as the muscular invader felt around his insides. He moaned in ecstasy, the other four tentacles slowly building their intensity squeezing and massaging his legs. Bob found the man's insides incredibly warm and sensual, the slick ridges inside gripping his tentacle in strange new ways, with the muscles closer to Thomas's ring squeezing the tightest.

Thomas whimpered as he felt his orgasm quickly approach, he wanted this wonderful feeling to last for so much longer before he came. And perhaps Bob could feel Thomas edging close as well, as the Grapploct ceased his technique to allow the man a moment of calm. Thomas was beyond grateful, mumbling 'thank you's' as Bob lowered him to a doggy-style position. But the pokemon wasn't done. Far from it.

Two tentacles wrapped around thomas' midsection and pulled his body upright while the other two slowly slid back around his upper arms, taking the man's weight. The tentacles around his waist left red circles from their suckers and a small amount of pain as each pulled away, before wrapping around his thighs once more. Thomas had flashbacks to the Venusaur back in Cannab, but this was very different.

Suddenly, all five limbs began writhing and pulsing again. Thomas arched his back, a silent scream of pleasure wracking his body as Bob went into overdrive. Suckers pulled and grabbed at the man's flesh, before slurping away only to grab at another part of him. Red circles overlaid more red circles as Bob continued to coil and squeeze his limbs around Thomas'. The tentacle inside the man rhythmically flexing down it's length as Thomas felt his insides become more and more slick. Then as he felt the warm fluid dribble down between his thighs, he clicked to what was happening.

In every one of Bob's suckers on that arm, was a small nozzle. And behind that nozzle was a testicle. And as the pokemon rippled it's muscles down the tentacle and through Thomas' body, it was squeezing out a little bit of cum every time. But with dozens of suckers along four feet of tentacle, it didn't take long before Thomas began to feel full; much deeper and more completely than ever before.

His body was once again thrown to the edge, it wouldn't take much more to push him over it. And once Bob shifted to get a better stance, Thomas fell straight into an intense orgasm. Bob had moved in such a way as to be supported by just two tentacles, not three. That third 'leg' quickly reached up to coil around Thomas' cock, and squeezed gently. Pearly white ropes flew forth from the pink tool, splashing against the stone below Thomas' face as he panted heavily.

“Grapp!" Bob exclaimed, surprised at both the distance and the volume, as Thomas again fired his seed at the dais. The Grapploct quickly began jacking the man off as he continued the full body massage, the pokemon's seed flicked off Thomas' balls as the furious pace of his tentacle brought forth more and more of the man's cum.

He could tell Thomas was just barely remaining conscious, and decided to finish the man off with a bang. Concentrating hard, Bob tightened every limb-binding tentacle, then sent a strong pulse through all his extremities. Thomas' arms ached from the tight squeeze, his legs pushed blood back into the lower torso engorging his cock further; which in turn was practically milked by the tentacle surrounding it. But inside him Thomas could feel every individual sucker burst with Grapploct seed, a chain reaction through his insides to the very tip.

Thomas had no idea where his final spurt of cum had come from, he had thought his balls completely drained. But as he was so uniquely filled by a series of cum explosions, Thomas' cock shot forth a thick rope of jizz, blasting his chest and chin thanks to the angle Bob was holding it at. Thomas panted, wheezed, then passed out.

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He was brought to by a somewhat concerned Zana, who near the end of her tea bath had been summoned to the last room in the hallway by a blushing Grapploct. Bob was honestly surprised to see how unsurprised the Zoroark was to find the man covered in cum and unconscious. But acquiring several buckets, she got Bob to help her douse him in the still-warm tea water, gently bringing him out of his slumber.

<So… Not the first time then?> Bob inquired nervously.

<HA!> Zana threw another bucket over the man as he spluttered into consciousness. <I make it twenty four. Twenty five now I suppose.> Bob looked at her wide-eyed. <Though that's just species. Apparently there was a Feraligatr gang bang a few weeks ago, so maybe double that all up.>

“Wha- what…" Thomas muttered, trying to piece together why he was wet, on a stone slab, and smelled like tea.

<Arceus, that's insane!> Bob gasped.

<What's insane is that he hasn't been split in two. He took a fully grown Rhyperior.> Bob again stared at Zana wide eyed, then turned to look at the man trying to shake tea leaves out of his hair. <Hard to believe, I know.>

“What have you got to say for yourself?" asked Zana.

<Who ARE you?> demanded Bob.

“Where are my pants?" mumbled Thomas.

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