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Meanwhile, Somewhere above the Divided Mountains...

The taxi ride was brief, which was a shame. The countryside below drifted by as the Corviknight powered across the hills before moving to a higher altitude to clear the eastern side of the Divided mountains. Swooping over the ridge brought the streetlights of Kangaskhan Valley into sharp relief against the afternoon shade from the mountains to the west. Once above the valley proper the Corviknight circled around, gliding down along the rocky cliffs until the Kangaskhan river was visible among the trees, twinkling neon from the orange clouds in the sunset above. Following the sparkling trail to the gaping maw of a cave, the Taxi came to a halt on the pebbly shore. The door popped open, the Corviknight pulling a release lever on the roof to allow it's passenger their freedom.

Cav stepped out onto the river's shore and stretched. He never thought he'd miss travelling in that ball, but as the vertebrae of one neck popped back into place he realised there were perks. He remembered when Thomas and the rest had travelled down to this exact spot, the Trainer sitting them down and reciting to them the tale of this mountain range's formation. Cav grinned. For all his failings, the Zweilous really did enjoy his time with Thomas. He watched as the Corviknight yanked the now empty taxi into the sky, disappearing over the trees as it pulled the cab towards the small township to the north. With his ride out of sight, Cav clutched his decommissioned pokeball in one mouth and made for the cave entrance.

The darkness wasn't a problem for the pokemon with a fringe so long that many wondered if it even had eyes, other senses kicked into gear instead. He strode into the mouth along the path to one side feeling the ground with his paws. Few humans would have made their way down here since he had walked through with the crew, though he could sense several sets of pokemon footprints formed in the muddy ground. He worked his way through the first section of the cave, the well worn path along the river's edge. It was strange, last time he was here, Cav was unevolved. And now that he was bigger, everything felt so much smaller. His foot brushed up against a Deino print and he smiled, inspecting the embossed mud to see if it might have been his; which given he was caught in Unova and hadn't spotted a single other one of his kind in Vandimland since arriving, he assumed it probably was.

He spotted the branching tunnel that the Zygarde had taken off into nearly a month prior and made his way over to it. But before he could walk through, some falling rocks alerted Cav to someone nearby. Spinning around, one mouth growled while the other barked out <Who's there!?!>

<Come back for another beating, outsider?> Came a chuckling from the darkness. Cav's growl grew more aggressive as he tried to focus on the origin of the voice. <Still so feisty…> The air whooshed as the Crobat shot from its hiding place, wings extended to give the Zweilous' neck a glancing blow.

But Cav wasn't as inexperienced as he was last time. He'd grown into his new body, he'd learned a new move or two. So as the Crobat accelerated towards him, Cav easily ducked out of the way. The flyer swooped up into the darkness again, giving Cav just enough time to drop his pokeball safely amidst a couple of stalagmites before adopting a more defensive posture.

The Crobat may have had the element of stealth last time, but when Cav concentrated on the flapping of its wings as it shot back to the cave roof, he could only hear three beats. As the purple terror descended, Cav already knew where it was coming from and held his heads back at an angle. Sure enough, the Crobat came within the dark-dragon pokemon's sensory range and Cav could tell it was missing the smaller of it's left wings. The larger left one was also scarred across the length of it's membrane which - when combined with needing to compensate for the lack of the smaller stabilising wing - meant it made more noise when flying.

The Crobat tried to open up the Zweilous' side with another slashing fly-by, but Cav swung his heads into it's path to deliver a tandem headbutt. It tried to dodge the attack, but the lack of proper control sent its body cartwheeling through cool air into the cave wall after Cav landed a successful hit. The broken bat tried to steady itself but Cav had had enough. A deep part of him wanted vengeance. For slicing his neck open. For breaking Mac and Dusty. But more importantly, for what it did to Thomas; destroying his former trainer's ear and nearly killing the man in the process. Cav strode over to the disoriented Crobat, each footfall purposeful and determined. His mouths opened, a purple glow flickering from deep inside, working its way to the surface.

The flare of energy was so powerful that the mouth of the cave - hundreds of feet behind the pair - shone with a bright flash, scattering avian pokemon from their roosts in the valley outside. A smoking Crobat collapsed to the cave floor with a wheeze. Cav grunted, pleased with himself. His stomach growled at the smell of baconated crobat wing, and realising he wasn't getting poketreats on the regular anymore, Cav sighed. He walked over to his recent opponent and holding its body in place with one mouth, he used the other to snap it's spine; a breathy squeak it's last statement as life left it's eyes.

Cav descended into the winding cave system - the Crobat dragged along by one mouth, the pokeball held in the other - searching for his mate. He hoped his gift of food would be enough to excuse his absence, though the brief discussion he'd had with her before they left the cavern proved she understood the trainer/pokemon dynamic well enough. He picked up the occasional scent here and there, though the gang of salandits were especially pungent and muted just about everything else. However, despite the overpowering scent of the male reptiles, Cav could still smell something else. Something fresher. It was sweet - like his beloved Salazzle - but more earthy. He continued down the passages, trying to remember the way but mostly just following his nose.

It was when he heard a series of pained grunts ahead that Cav increased his pace. He broke into a sprint as the shout “Sandslash, Bulldoze!" echoed up from below. He dropped the ball and Crobat to lighten his load, and managed to burst into his mate's cavern just as the thunderous shockwave of dirt and dust crashed through the last few conscious Salandit. He panicked, searching the room for his love, spotting her bloodied form huddled against one wall, staring down the coiled body of a Sandaconda while a Sandslash stepped over from his defeated opponents to tag-team the Salazzle.

White hot rage flowed through Cav's body as he got himself worked up, screaming nigh-incoherently “ZWEILOOOOOUS!" The two ground types spun around, not expecting a challenger. Cav looked around for their trainer, one head growling as it turned to where he'd come in, having missed her entirely as she was standing just inside the door. The woman held her lantern in a death grip with both hands as she stared wide eyed at the new arrival. <Get. Out.> Cav growled in both directions: to the Trainer and her pokemon. The Sandslash and Sandaconda squared up, dismissing the exhausted Salazzle in favour of the new threat.

“Uh…" The trainer tried to think on her feet, but was failing. “Uh, F… Fury Cutter!" Her mind clicked into gear as the Sandslash sprang forward with a flurry of strikes. But Cav just took the hit, wincing as his opponent got within range. He slammed one head down onto the ground type's skull, knocking it to the cave floor several feet away.

<GET! OUT!> He cried again, stomping the ground as he felt his muscles throb with an increased blood flow. He stared down the Sandslash as it got back to its feet, one glance to the trainer for instructions had the pokemon adopting an aggressive stance once more. As it sprang to, Cav leapt forward. One head feinted, drawing the sandlash's attack to one side, while the other snaked around to clamp down on an elbow. The crunch of bone reverberated through the cave, closely followed by the dull thud of the sandslash being thrown bodily against the cave wall.

Seeing it's comrade's broken body flash before being zapped back to its ball, the Sandaconda both literally and figuratively saw red. It flung it's tail around in a wide sweep, spraying sandy dirt in Cav's face. Cav just growled in response, his mood unwavering. As he charged heads down towards the serpent, it reacted by quickly burrowing beneath the soil. Cav came to a sliding halt, able to feel the intruder shifting beneath his feet, but with little way to get to him he just had to wait. <COWARD!> He roared, causing both the trainer and Salazzle to lose their breath, though for different reasons.

The Sandacobra burst up from below, striking Cav in the chest, and sending him tumbling to the side. But he was quick to his feet, and after taking a deep breath he stared straight at the trainer's last conscious pokemon while grinning. Before she could recall her pokemon it was hit full force with a charged up Dragon Pulse. It tried shrinking itself by wrapping it's coils tight, but that only served to turn it into a kind of living ball that - once dislodged from the floor - Cav proceeded to launch at the wall with a subtle redirection of energy.

Bouncing from one of the larger stalactites the Sandaconda came flying towards Cav, who maliciously turned it into a game of keep-ups; smashing the dazed pokemon back into other stalactites with successive headbutts until it's trainer snapped out of her own daze long enough to recall it. Standing defeated, and unprotected, the Trainer glanced to the dark tunnel leading out to the surface. Which is when Cav noticed a deliciously sweet scent fill the room. He grinned, closing his eyes and remembering the first time he inhaled that gaseous ambrosia.

The trainer coughed, looking between the exit and Cav, who stretched his necks and licked his muzzle. She turned back to the tunnel exit to see several badly hurt - but still conscious - Salandit blocking her path. Emotion got the better of her as she collapsed to her knees “Please don't kill me, please! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll leave, I won't come back, I'll-"

<Shut it.> Cav snapped back. He knew she wouldn't understand him, but it didn't matter. Tone was enough to get his message across. With one head he gestured to the trainers bag. <Potion.>

“Wh- What?" She muttered back, looking at her bag.

“Zweilous, ZWEI!" <Potion, NOW!> Cav repeated, more forcefully. She quickly began emptying the bag's pockets, dumping spare pokeballs, paralyze heals and treats onto the ground. Eventually the familiar purple spray bottle tumbled out and was caught by a speedy blue maw before it could shatter against the rocky ground. <You!> He called out to one of the salandits, who quickly marched over and took the bottle. It wobbled back to it's mistress, spraying the Salazzle all over until the bottle was empty.

“Sssalll…" She cooed, breathing a sigh of relief. <Yesss…>

The Trainer tried leaving again, but the cluster of Salandit stood firm in the only exit. A couple more had found other potion bottles in the bag and began spraying themselves, though a stern glance from Cav had one quickly rush to his side to give the Zweilous' coat a quick once over.

“Please, you don't need me. You can have all my potions, all the treats, anything. Just let me go…" Her pleading was less tearful, no doubt thanks to the Salazzle's natural perfume.

<Anything?> Cav growled, a hint of mischief in his tone. The Salazzle growled her approval of her cavalier rescuer's train of thought, padding over to him. He looked to her and she nodded with a wicked grin. <Hmmm…> Cav gave his lover a gentle nip on the cheek with both heads, then slowly strode up to the Trainer. She was short - for a human - being barely a head taller than he was. Her dirty face covered a smattering of freckles across her cheeks, a rosy red nose peeking out from under a pith helmet. She was dressed in rugged khaki clothes which were covered in all sorts of dirty smudges, indicating her love of Ground types much like the two pokemon she had just used to beat the Salazzle and her harem into the dust. As another puff of sickly-sweet air washed over them she nervously pushed an errant lock of curly red ringlets over one ear.

“What… what is that smell?" She blinked several times, her face growing flush as she tried to keep her breathing calm.

Cav stepped closer, forcing her to step back. <You said 'anything'...> He took another step forward, and she another step back. <Did you mean it? Anything?> He had backed her against the cave wall, her hands grasping at the thick columns that had once been stalactites before they had reached the ground centuries earlier.

“Wh-what are you doing?" She sighed, the heavy air causing her body to tingle in ways it shouldn't in front of pokemon.

Cav looked her up and down. She was younger than Thomas. Much younger, though not nearly as young as some of the trainer's he'd observed wandering around - her reasonably experienced pokemon a testament to that fact - but enough for certain memories to come flowing back. He'd remembered Thomas had mentioned not wanting to do anything with Mac because he thought the pokemon too young, and he wasn't going to do anything to himself until he'd evolved, and even then, it was a choice that Cav had to make as well.

The Zweilous looked the trainer up and down one last time before taking several steps back. The Salazzle looked at him puzzled, but got a grin on her face as he moved to one of the stalagmites opposite the exit and rocked back on his haunches to sit against it. He spread his legs wide, showing off his sizable manhood to the human as he invited the Salazzle to come over. She did so without hesitation, practically purring as she draped herself over him, a clawed hand reaching out to gently stroke his bright red member. And then, as gracefully as possible, Cav shooed the Salandits from the doorway, and left the choice up to the trainer.

Sandra stared gobsmacked at the display before her. She had been a trainer officially for nearly eight years, and never had she seen two pokemon be so openly lewd outside of nature documentaries. She looked to her exit - freedom just a few feet away - but couldn't help to turn back and watch the two pokemon grope and fondle each other as they stared at her. A mixture of feelings and emotions washed through her body as she realised she'd been staring for several minutes while rubbing her crotch from the outside of her khaki shorts. Sandra shook her head, trying to get some sense into it as she took a few steps toward the open tunnel.

'Just leave.' She told herself over and over, willing herself towards the exit. But one more glance back to the exhibitionist duo proved to be her downfall. Somewhere deep inside she knew the sweet scent was Salazzle's doing, and that it was messing with her mind. By all measures she should be making a hasty retreat for the surface. And yet… 'What are they doing?' She was fascinated by the pair's display, especially as the two shared no familiar traits. Could they even breed? Was this about breeding at all?

The Salazzle, amused by the human's hesitant curiosity leaned down and gave Cav's draconic member a long, sensual lick with her forked tongue, resulting in a multi-tonal lust filled growl from the two headed pokemon. The harmonious vocalisation caused a shiver to bounce through Sandra's body, eliciting an unintentional whimpered moan in the process. She clamped hands across her mouth, shocked at the betrayal of her body, but she couldn't deny the overtly sexual display was turning her on.

Cav nodded at the woman, gesturing for her to come closer. He was pleased his lover was just as devious as he was; after all, at the end of the battle the winning pokemon were all healed up, while the trainer had most definitely lost, so there was no need to be exceptionally bitter. After his earlier threats, he was willing to just let her leave - metaphorical tail between her legs - and let that be that. But his wonderful Salazzle had leaned into his embarrassment of the woman, and as he watched her take a tentative step his way, he knew they were about to have a lot of fun.

The alarms ringing through Sandra's head were going largely ignored as she cautiously walked past the resting Salandit towards their mistress and her well-endowed partner. She'd been too focused on her pokemon to have bothered with guys, though she'd had the usual childhood crushes here and there. So seeing these two doing what they were doing was getting her all hot and flustered. Sandra touched her cheeks, feeling the heat from her blush radiating outwards as she glanced back towards the exit. She was halfway between the pokemon and the way out; she could still make a run for it. But a satisfied growl brought her mind back to the Zweilous, his Salazzle lover having licked his lengthy tool into her long maw. The trainer watched in amazement as the fire type gave a sensually sloppy blowjob to her partner.

Cave groaned, eyes rolling back as his love pleasured him so brazenly in front of the human. Last time it was in front of Thomas; a man who he'd discovered was very much okay with watching pokemon copulate, taking part in the process himself, even. But this was a stranger, and from the looks of her she was uninitiated regarding pokemon breeding habits. Which made it all the more exciting when she walked close enough to kneel before the pair.

Sandra blinked away the last of the warnings her mind was trying to push on her and got as comfortable as possible on the ground before the mating pair. She gasped as the Salazzle pulled back, allowing the bright red Zweilous cock to bob into the cool cave air just inches from her face. It was much bigger than it had looked before, though how much of that was due to the female pokemon's oral efforts and how much was just the trainer getting a closer look was anyone's guess.

She gulped as the Salazzle released her grip on the member entirely, pulling back to play with her partner's neck and heads. Cav bent around with one neck to peck at his love's muzzle, the two quickly lost in a passionate kiss as the other head motioned towards his member. Sandra took a deep breath and reached out to it, her fingers gently touching the tip. It throbbed, causing her to jump and Cav's available head to chuckle mischievously. He spread his legs a little wider, giving the woman better access, the eyeless visage staring at her expectantly.

While the red rod bobbed with each pulse, Sandra took another deep breath and reached for it again, determination in her eyes. Fingers slid over the pointed tip as she took in the animalistic nature of the organ. It started with an upwardly curved point, two long slits either side of a central ridge no doubt part and parcel of it being a double headed pokemon. She ran her fingers past the head and along the thickening member, grazing against blunted barbs protruding from the underside of the shaft until she reached a bulbous section about two-thirds of the way down the nearly foot long cock. She marvelled in the smaller, darker barbs that dotted the knot-like bulb and how they felt as she slid her fingers over them both forwards and backwards.

Cav welcomed the attention, grinning madly as he was being touched by the complete stranger. Her soft human hands were different from the super-grippy clawed digits of his lover, so he relished every gentle exploration with her more sensual digits. Sandra's touch soon turned from a curious exploration into a gentle massage, her fingers kneading the red flesh with each pass along its shaft. “You… you like this?" She uttered, realising she was giving the Zweilous a handjob. Cav nodded, sighing contentedly as she took the throbbing bulb in both hands and gently squeezed.

From the tip of the cock, a clear fluid had begun to gather, both slits emitting the dragonic pre. Sandra dipped a finger into it, bringing it to her nose to smell. It had almost no scent at all, yet tapping it to her tongue provided the woman with a tangy jolt of flavour. She blinked at the discovery, leaning closer to lick the fluid from its source. Cav and the Salazzle watched as Sandra opened her mouth, placing her lips around the head of his cock and sucking gently without breaking eye contact. Cav moaned, the human's tongue scooping his pre up as her lips heated his cock head. <I think she likes it…> The Salazzle whispered in Cav's ear before playfully nipping one of his necks.

The two pokemon let Sandra find her own way with Cav's member, giving her free reign to lick, kiss and taste the slick, red flesh. And the more she tasted, the more brave she became. After suckling several mouthfuls of the Zweilous' pre, Sandra left the head in favour of the barbed shaft. Gentle kisses pecked down along one side before she lifted it up to inspect the blunt barbs running along the underside. She gulped as an image of her nethers being impaled on it flashed through her mind; the untouched flesh of her most sacred of places defiled by the monster cock throbbing in her hands, dark red barbs catching on her internal folds and ridges to rake their way towards her orgasm.

She blinked, realising that both the Zweilous and Salazzle had been staring at her for some time, intrigued to know what she was thinking, though their grins indicated they had a pretty good idea. The woman blushed a little harder, continuing her kisses along the side of the throbbing cock in an attempt to forget her lewd thoughts. Which is when she realised at some point she had pushed her other hand down her pants, fingers slowly rubbing along and into her sensitive passage. The two pokemon seemed to be rather interested in her ministrations, the Salazzle slowly descending the stalagmite she had been leaning on while playing with her lover to better explore this strange human.

Sandra kept one eye on the salazzle as she circled the trainer, sultry eyes taking in the woman's form. She gently placed her muzzle between sandra's kneeling legs, pushing up against her groin as a suggestion. Sandra complied, partly out of fear, but mostly out of curiosity. She knelt up at first, but when the salazzle continued prying the woman shifted to be on all fours as she returned her attention to the Zweilous with two massively cheeky grins. As her lips pressed once more against the throbbing red tip she felt the Salazzles hands slide around her waist, yelping at the contact.

Black claws tugged at the waistband of her Khaki shorts, pulling them across her rump with a gentle scrape. Sandra's mind practically screamed at her for what she was doing, but the tingle left behind by the pokemon's fingers felt too good. She had to ignore one of the deep drives within her and as a forked tongue flicked across her revealed snatch, she made her decision.

Lips parted around the red pointed tip, precum pushed back along the cock head as Sandra advanced along its length. With every inch of the throbbing meat to slide across the woman's tongue, the Salazzle pressed its own tongue into her just as far; the slender muscle writhing around to elicit a muffled gasp from the young trainer. Sensations and emotions erupting within her pushed any sense or reason away as Sandra swallowed Cav's cock in wanton lust.

The Zweilous moaned appreciatively at the attention, before opening his eyes to see the scene before him. The trainer was slavering over his cock - half of it shoved deep inside her mouth - while she in turn was captive to the Salazzle's tongue. Images of him fucking Thomas with the aid of Eric - the Hitmonlee hospital orderly - came back to him as he watched his lover take the woman from behind with her talented tongue. He envied the human for that, knowing full well what that muscle could do, but sighed as the trainer gulped another inch of his throbbing tool down her throat.

Sandra impaled herself on the Zweilous' cock as her pussy was assaulted by a long, forked tongue. The half-screamed moan of pleasure reverberating through the draconic member, the cock tip just about wedged in the top half of her throat. Her teeth mashed against the bulge of the faux knot, lips pursed tightly around the first couple of short barbs along it's rounded surface. As the tingling noise of colour and shadow began creeping in from the sides of her vision, Sandra pushed back; freeing herself from the suffocating mass of red flesh.

She looked up to the Zweilous' heads, their hairy faces looking down at her expectantly. She turned to his lover, hoping the Salazzle would provide her an excuse to leave, despite her desperate need to mount the throbbing cock before her. Anything to save her from what she knew was wrong but desired so badly. The coyly smiling lizard only winked back at her, giving the human the all clear to play with her lover. In a matter of seconds Sandra had climbed atop the twin-headed dragon, positioning his pointed tip right towards her pussy lips, slightly swollen from the spiciness and mild venom of the dual fire-poison type's saliva.

Cav gently bit down on each of Sandra's shoulders, guiding her body down his barbed staff until she was stretched wide just an inch or so down the bulb. She sighed contentedly along with him, body quivering from the massive protrusion throbbing inside her. Cav's jaws opened, releasing Sandra as he lay back, allowing the human to pleasure him at her own pace. It took a minute but eventually - having acclimatised her passage to the thickness and length of the Zweilous' massive tool - Sandra rose into an upstroke and sank into a downstroke.

The Salazzle muttered an envious sigh, watching her lover spear this upstart trainer who had - just a few minutes before - tried catching her against the pokemon's will. But she knew Cav would give her a good going over and if things went south for the woman, so would the salazzle's little harem. She watched as the human's pace picked up, her body sinking lower and lower onto the bulbous cock with each stroke. <Mmmmm…> She moaned to her lover <That looks fun…>

<Maybe. But she's just an appetiser.> Cav growled back, locking one of his muzzles around the human's moaning mouth. <You're the main course.> His tongue pushed deep into Sandra's throat, tongue fucking the woman as his fangs scraped along her cheeks. He pulled back and she moaned whorishly, her red curls bouncing at the increased pace; the pith helmet having been cast to the floor at some point in the ruckus.

Sandra whined, the sensation of the barbs pulling and grasping at her passage floor was more pleasurable than she could have ever imagined. Their unique shape allowed her to slam down onto him with increased force, but it would sensually scrape against her most sensitive parts as she tried to withdraw. It was maddening the amount at which this pokemon was able to make her squirm, the least of which being that she could feel the familiar crescendo of sensation building deep inside. Every downward thrust was done with the haste of a needy bitch in heat, and knowing that made Sandra all the more hot for this remarkable Zweilous's cock.

The salazzle draped herself over her lover's back once more, one of his muzzles playfully nipping at her cheek as she leaned into him. <So you're saving your hunger for me?>

<Mmmmm…> Cav hummed contentedly, sighing as the human began ramming herself down on his cock in an attempt to hilt herself on the massive member. <I give the human her climax, but you get mine.> He panted.

<Awww…> her dark muzzle playfully nipped along her lover's neck. <You're not going to fill her up with your virile seed?>

<And waste it on incompatible eggs?> Cav roared as Sandra pushed past her tolerances to pop his thick bulge inside her. The two sat locked together as she experienced a micro-orgasm from the sharp pain of being stretched so far, with the dull throbbing of her body getting used to the stretching. <Arceus, it'll be hard though.> One of his muzzles dashed forwards to passionately kiss the human again, snapping her out of her overstimulated stupor.

“Arceus, it's so hard…" Sandra moaned, once free from Cav's panting maw. The bulge inside her was nowhere near as pliant as it had been when she had been teasing it, it also was nowhere near as small. All their fucking had caused the member to harden properly, the rigid staff throbbing inside her the only evidence that it was made of anything but stone. Cav bucked, causing Sandra to moan again, but getting the hint she began grinding back and forth, unable to lift herself off the massive knot under her own power.

The barbs along the girthy bulge made sense to her now, they weren't so much for stopping it's mate from leaving as they were for added sensation once inside. She knew some things about Pokemon biology, and what little she could think of while impaled upon that sizable beast shed light on the Zweilous' member.

An unfertilized egg rests inside the female pokemon on a kind of conveyor belt of a passage, with the more developed eggs being pushed towards the exit. When the male ejaculates - fertilizing it - the egg is eventually expelled into the larger womb area where the shell hardens before it's laid. By causing the overstimulation of a mate's womb, the Zweilous could cause other eggs to be pushed into the womb, fertilizing multiple eggs in one go. However for this human, it meant every time she ground back and forth along that marvellous member, her body screamed in orgasmic bliss from all the barbs catching on her inner folds.

Two clawed forelimbs raked along Sandra's sides, causing her to gasp. Cav was attempting to force her down as hard as possible, though the more foot-like paws were unable to grab her properly, instead gently scraping her only slightly blunted claws. They did the job though as Sandra's breathing became more ragged. Seeing how his scratching affected the woman, Cav then threw everything he had at her; his claws scraped harmlessly down her sides and over her thighs while his two maws each latched onto a shoulder and growled.

“FUCK!" The trainer shrieked as her body was consumed by a mind-shattering orgasm. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, the passage wringing it of every single drop of precum with a ripple of contractions pulling from it's base to tip. Human fingers dug into the thick black fur of the pokemon's thighs as Cav's claws continued to scratch at her, occasionally catching on her shirt and shredding it in the process. The two heads bit down a little harder before releasing, nibbling and nipping along her collarbone up to her exposed neck and cheeks. Then once he was sure she'd taken a breath he dove on her mouth with both muzzles, two tongues thrust into her mouth as she was passionately kissed by both at once.

It was close to a minute before Sandra's body became too exhausted to remain upright, the woman slumping against Cav's chest. The Salazzle slid around the two until she was situated under the trainer, then slid her long, thin tongue into the still quivering snatch. Sandra gasped as the Salazzle broke the vacuum seal keeping her lover's cock inside the human, then levered her tongue in such a way as to pry her free of the monster cock. In a few seconds, she was being hauled off the Zweilous and gently laid out on the floor, her half-conscious eyes blinking up at the sight of the Salazzle mounting her mate.

Cav grunted as his lover sank all the way to the hilt, her pussy built better for the draconic member. She had chosen to face away from him, her tail pushed out to one side so the two of them could look at the human as she was forced to watch their lewd coupling. But she hadn't counted on her little harem wanting part of the action. As she took her lover to his fullest extent, a trio of the small reptilian pokemon stumbled out of the darkness, one thrusting it's short but thick cock in the human's face. Sandra was too cum-drunk to think about what she was doing, and obediently opened her mouth for the lustful pokemon. Wasting no time he shoved his reptilian member inside her, barely filling her mouth before her nose was pressed against its belly.

One of the others walked up behind her and lined his stumpy cock up with her glistening pussy. He - however - did not ask permission, he just rammed himself inside her. The Salazzle was about to reprimand her lesser, but the woman reached out behind her, wrapping her hand around his grey and black waist as best as possible before pulling him closer. Watching the human they'd just defeated be double teamed by salandit had the Salazzle riding high and close to her own climax, and she could tell from Cav's rapid thrusts that he wasn't too far behind. So wanting to see what perversions she could make this human suffer in aid of getting the two of them off, she summoned the rest of her little harem with a whistle and a click.

They all happily bounced over, leaning back unsteadily on their hind legs - using their tails as a support - and masturbating furiously. The one fucking Sandra's face sqeaked, slamming his meat down her throat to fire off the few measly jets of cum it could produce before slipping out to let another of his brethren have some fun. Sandra was barely able to get her breath back before the next salandit had thrust down her throat, while simultaneously the one behind her came. She felt it's sticky warmth splatter against her insides before a blast of cool air signalled it's withdrawal. Though like the other one it too was quickly replaced by another pistoning reptilian cock.

Cav and his lover moaned in perverted delight at the scene before them, the female trainer being used as a sex toy by the very pokemon she'd set out to capture. They watched as salandit after salandit lined up to fire off their load down Sandra's gullet or in her well used pussy. Several couldn't last long enough while waiting and plastered her back and arse in their pearlescent jizz, while others had found a bottle of something hidden amongst the rocks; the contents of which had given them the energy to jump back in for a second or third time.

Sandra was slowly being consumed by a sparkly haze of pleasure, as the repeated fucking from the smaller - but more energetic - pokemon drove her towards another orgasm. She didn't think it possible given what the Zweilous had been capable of, but even she couldn't deny the wondrous sensation of so much pokemon cum coating her pussy, throat, and all the way from the top of her head to the soles of her shoes. Her hair was matted with the stuff, red curls coated in a dusty sheen from the combination of cum and dirt as the pokemon used her body for their own pleasure.

As the trainer moaned her way into a climax, Cav and his lover exploded into theirs. The salandit fucking Sandra's face pulled out just in time for her to see the Zweilous' member pulse with seed as it fired load after load of hot draconic cum deep inside the Salazzle's womb. The trio released a series of lewd vocalisations, their joint orgasm reverberating through the cavern as a pile of exhausted salandit murred happily to one side. Sandra watched as the purple and balck belly bulged with each pulse from her lover's cock, the lizard's forked tongue lolling out of her muzzle in pure bliss.

As the final salandit emptied it's balls into Sandra's womb, The woman rolled over, looking up to the roof of the cavern. She took several breaths before a pair of pants were tossed upon her chest. She looked around to see Cav standing nearby, his cock flaccid but not having retreated fully. He picked up the couple of blinking pokeballs and placed them in her otherwise empty pack, then lobbed that at her too. She understood and hastily got dressed, picking up her helmet to hide her jizz-plastered hair. Cav then moved in-between the woman and his love, adopting a mildly defensive stance.

“I get it. I won't be back." She sighed, walking over to the exit. “U-unless… you don't mind…" Cav licked his lips with a cheeky grin while the Salazzle patted her cum-filled belly. Sandra shook the taboo thought from her head as she made her way through the dark passage, hoisting the dropped lantern as she went. Then several steps out of the cavern, she screamed “AGH! Crobat! Arceus, what happened to it?"

<Oh, I brought dinner.> Cav shrugged, nipping his lovers neck affectionately as several salandit groggily stumbled into the tunnel to retrieve their well earned feast.

<Welcome back my love.> The Salazzle replied, nuzzling up against her lover, happy to be reunited once more.

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Meanwhile, Somewhere below the Divided Mountains…

The large purple stranger was getting up to leave when she looked back into the rock pool. All the other magikarp had swum off, though most were either only half interested in the pokemon's plight or in search of yet another meal. But not him. Not this one. He wore the green scarf - as she had called it - with pride. For he had been chosen to embark upon an epic journey to find the lost human. A Trainer who saw his pokemon as equals, a man who cared so much that he would even sacrifice his hearing for them.The one, the only; the Great Thomas.

The purple stranger regarded the little orange fish with a warm smile, reaching into the water to gently pet him. She muttered something, but her stroking hand was too much of a distraction. Sure, she had given them all these little scarves, but she had not touched any other one twice. He was special. He knew it now even more than before. And he would find this Thomas. He would find the trainer for his pokemon. He would be the great reuniter. Visions of grandeur flitted through the magikarps head as he quickly swam off into the narrow tunnels leading away from the rock pool. He was on a mission.

The rocky crevasses had little water flow, and were still relatively sharp in parts. As the magikarp swam through he saw the tattered remains of the scarves gifted to his brothers and sisters strewn about. He was shocked that such a lack of cooperation ad aid towards a fellow pokemon would be perpetrated by those of his own blood, but he just tried to ignore the display and swam along with renewed haste. If they were not willing to look for Thomas, he would have to look extra hard in their stead.

Narrow passageways opened out into small underground creeks, where smooth stones and soft sand lined the floor. Darkness was only broken by the soft glow of algae in the more gentle currents as he made his way to where he knew a human could wander in these caves. He soon emerged in a rock pool at the base of a large crevasse, the light above glowing bright. From what the orange fish knew of the outside world he surmised the regular period of darkness was still a ways off, but it would not matter to him as he was searching caves already wreathed in darkness. Besides, he had something better than eyes to search with; he had whiskers.

Every little vibration in the rock could be felt by his whiskers from a frantic splashing in the water, to tiptoed footsteps three caverns away. He allowed himself to float close to the surface, feeling for vibrations, but felt none. Frustrated, but undeterred, he moved to the next cavern, and the next.

It was countless tail-swishes later that he finally sensed something. Not one set of footprints, but two. It was a decent length of tunnel away, but he could feel them nonetheless. He knew deep down this was the human he was looking for. Surely the other set of steps - much smaller and softer - was another pokemon the wonderful trainer had allowed to join his group. Probably a pokemon in need of help, in need of a friend. Because that's how amazing this Thomas was.

The magikarp could feel the current increase in intensity as he made his way towards the footsteps, the water pulling him faster and faster until he knew he would be unable to swim against it. But he was headed for the Great One. And the Great One would save him. Light ahead signalled the arrival into the chamber of footsteps, and the magikarp braced himself for Thomas to accept him into the group. He could tell the trainer all about his friends looking for him, about the wonderful stranger and how he wanted to please her by finding him.

But in the space of a second, that hope turned to despair. As the fish burst into the sunlit chamber he looked around for the man, and seeing only a black, furry pokemon on one of the shores, he looked up. For a fleeting moment that felt like an eternity, the magikarp stared up at a man flying through the air, arm outstretched as though to grab his puny orange form. Salvation was so close, until he was swept beyond the man's reach.

He panicked as he was swept down the tunnel, his friend's trainer having obviously tried to save him from the current, but he had not acted fast enough to leap into the man's arms. A loud splash from behind him sparked hope in the magikarps heart, Thomas had leapt into the water to save him! But as he turned to swim towards the man, he was pulled to the side by an eddie in the current and flung through a narrow gap in the tunnel.

With all his might he pushed against the flow, emboldened by the sight of Thomas' hand reaching out to grab the crack's edge, but as the man's fingers slipped, he was sent the other way down the tunnel. The magikarp didn't know this pathway, it had never ventured this far from his family's pools. But he knew that they could twist and turn and meet again, and so perhaps this path could too. He turned to move with the current and powered ahead. Rock shot past at speeds he thought impossible, the hope that Thomas was waiting at the end of each little passageway helping to drive him forward.

Some time - and dozens of cracks, crevasses and passages - later, the magikarp was ejected from a waterfall into the orange light of almost-dark. He landed with a splash in a small pool that seemed to be the start of some strange half-tunnel. There was rock below the water, and sand along the sides, but it lacked any form of ceiling. Perhaps he was dead. Was this the afterlife? Had he failed? He swam up and down the small pool, looking for clues of Thomas' whereabouts. But there was none.

Well, if Thomas hadn't come here yet, then he'd have to wait. All tunnels meet up again at some point. Thomas would find his way here.

The vast space above him grew dark, small pinpricks of light visible against whatever cave wall was so far above them that even he couldn't see it. Then it grew light again. Then dark. Thomas was certainly taking his time.

Light. Had Thomas come out yet? Was he coming? Or did Thomas think the magikarp unworthy of his attention? That's what it must be. The magikarp couldn't even swim well enough to help himself, how was he supposed to help the human find his friends. He groaned at his own failure, bobbing to the surface of the water on his side, allowing the current to take him downstream.

Dark. He looked up at the twinkling lights, wondering why he hadn't been eaten by another pokemon yet. Maybe they knew. Maybe they all knew how much of a failure he was. So much so he wasn't even worth eating.

The magikarp resigned himself to drift for eternity, and rolled belly up to show his submission to the universe. He drifted in a state of depression so vast that he had not realised two particularly major events had occurred. The first being that it had turned from night to day. The second being that a pokemon had fished him from the water and was now looking at him quizzically.

<You are not dead.> The mass of green and brown mused, holding the magikarp aloft, but still upside down.

<Why live?> He burbled pathetically in response. <I have failed the Thomas.>

The rillabom looked shocked, holding the orange pokemon closer to inspect it. <You know Thomas?> He asked, confused.

<YOU KNOW THOMAS?> The Magikarp sprang to life, he'd been sent a sign by the Great one.

The Rillaboom blinked several times, not sure how best to answer the question. <I do, he left a few hours ago.>

<Which way?!> The magikarp began to thrash about, trying to look in the way the Rillaboom was pointing before the pokemon even raised a finger.

The Rillaboom prodded another pokemon, much greener and more spiky. <Which way did Thomas go?> The Cacturne looked to his trainer searching for an escaped florges in the undergrowth then back at the Rillaboom and sighed. He pointed vaguely northwards. The rillaboom copied the movement as he addressed the Magikarp. <That way.>

The magikarp thrashed so happily that he launched himself from the Rillabooms hand back into the stream, a trail of frothy bubbles left in his wake as he shot off downstream.

<What was that?> The Cacturne asked, confused.

<Someone that met Thomas from the sounds of things.> He replied with a shrug.

<That explains only a little bit.> The two pokemon sighed and returned to helping Jessa in her search.

With multiple twists and turns, the creek eventually joined a river. And as the magikarp barrelled through the gentle currents at a speed hitherto unseen in his species, he began to encounter other waterborne pokemon. The first was an arrokuda, who did not seem to know - or care - about Thomas. Who's only driving force seemed to be consuming the magikarp whole. But the orange fish was on a mission. He had the power of the Great Thomas behind him.

The arrokuda had no idea what hit it. Magikarp were pushovers. They were the bottom of the food chain- no, they were below the bottom. If dirt had teeth the magikarp would find a way to be eaten by it. But not this one. Several smacks of it's tail and the bigger fish was laying dazed and confused on the riverbank. It blinked several times before being snatched up by a Braviary. As it was carried off into the sky it could see the white streak headed for the ocean, more arrokuda left flopping on the shore in its wake.

The magikarp tore through the river's denizens, making it to the sea with little difficulty. Once free of the unidirectional current, it became an orange blur zooming up the coast. Several pokemon made the mistake of going in for a quick meal on the generally assumed 'easy target', but not one of them came out of the encounter with the same amount of teeth that they went in with. The Magikarp was determined.

After another change from light to dark and back again and proving to a particularly stubborn Sharpedo that the magikarp was in fact far more stubborn, he finally made it to a large human settlement. Surely this was where the two green pokemon had pointed him towards. He circled the docks and peninsula, but could not find any trace of Thomas. He was about to give up when a big furry paw speared through the water's surface to bodily yank the fish from the waves.

<UNHAND ME!> The black and white fuzzy face blinked in confusion at the magikarps outburst. <I've been sent by the mysterious stranger to find the chosen one!>

<The... what?> The Pangoro asked, more amused to find out what the orange fish had to say about this supposed 'chosen one' than he was about eating the thing. He was not used to Magikarp being this… feisty.

<The Great Thomas!> That name seemed to pique the ursine pokemon's interest. <He brings peace wherever he goes, and defends those who cannot defend themselves.>

The pangoro held two blinking pokeballs in his other hand, his gaze shifting between them and the Magikarp as he thought hard about what to say. <And you're looking for him?>

<He has been separated from his followers. His friends. They seek him, so I seek him.>

The bear sighed. <Last I heard he was on his way to Sidna.>

<YOU'VE MET THOMAS?!> The blast of air from the tiny fish's lungs was enough to give the pangoro a new haircut; the 'dynamite exploded in front of the cartoon animal' look. The black and white muzzle nodded hesitantly. <ANOTHER FRIEND!> A Grapploct stuck to the side of a nearby wharf looked bemused at the dramatic display as several Pelipper circled overhead.

<Might want to keep it down if->

<Did you see where he went?> The Magikarp interrupted.

The pangoro sighed, realising he was not on the dominant end of this conversation. But the fish seemed to be a friend of Thomas' - or at least acting on their behalf - so helping the little guy out was more of a priority than filling his empty belly at this stage. <North.> He pointed beyond the city to the coast. <Sidna. The next big city.> The magikarp leapt from it's captor's hand and into the rocky waters around the dockyards. As it disappeared into the murky water, the pangoro shouted after him <Follow the coastline and you can't miss it.> But the fish was already gone.

Darkness came thrice more before the magikarp spotted a mass of glowing lights in the distance. He smashed through several Barraskewda and an irate school of Yellow-fin Basculin before reaching the city's outskirts. Once there, he continued his search. His persistence had led him from the caves to the Rillaboom, who in turn led him to the Pangoro. Both friends of the almighty Thomas. Surely that was no mere coincidence; the man must be some sort of divine being to have touched so many.

Several Krabby and Kingler scuttled around the rocks lining Sidna's bay, each one trying to score an easy meal and being quickly shown the error of their ways. It was an ecological improbability passed off as 'Thomas' will, made manifest' by the magikarp, who was giving the stream of beat downs necessary for him to continue on his quest in the man's name.

He searched the little inlets, the small bays, under each bridge and between every dock. But no sign of the man. He was about to attempt leaping up onto the nearby pier to start a land-based search when he noticed a fuzzy balck shape sitting atop a wooden pole in one of the smaller docks. Looking closer he knew he recognised the shape, but could not immediately place it. Swimming closer it finally clicked into place. That time Thomas flew, he saw that pokemon on the other shore. He knew he'd find a sign.

Without a second thought he swam up to the Zoroark and rose to the surface. <Where is Thomas?>

<GAH!> Zana almost fell off the pillar she'd been perched atop, walkie talkie flung into the air. She righted herself, then fumbled for the electronic device - practically juggling it as she got it under control - before sitting back down. <Who the hell->

<I need to find the Almighty Thomas. It is the most important mission ever!> The magikarp blurted out without a shred of humour in it's tone.

Zana blinked. The Magikarp spoke. She didn't think they could do that. Then again, she didn't consider them more than just bland food in a particularly annoying container. <You're looking for Thomas?> He nodded. <My Thomas?> He nodded again. She held her hand out above the planks of the dock's floorboards <Yay high, human, talks too much?>

<I have been honoured with the task of finding him!>

Zana took a deep breath. <And who - pray tell - gave you this task?>

<The Mysterious stranger. She marked me as a seeker and sent me on my divine quest.> He rolled back a bit to show the green scarf still glued to his body.

Zana recognised the telltale green goo of her Goodra companion and sighed. <Did she now.>

<Do you know where Thomas is?> The magikarp asked urgently, albeit a little more politely than before.

<Well he just left.> Zana replied, looking out to sea. <Not too long ago. Should be back in-> She glanced back down to the water, but she could only barely make out a glint of orange disappearing into the waves.

<What was that?> Carmen asked, stepping from the hotel blinking blearily.

Zana shook her head. <I have no idea. But I have the feeling we're about to find out.>

A plume of white burst into the night sky, heralding the descent of a rather stunned looking sharpedo. As the water fell back to sea level a sparkly glow emanated from the source of the blast. Within seconds a massive blue serpentine form burst out of the frothing waves bellowing “THOMAAAAAS!"

Carmen's eyes were suddenly wide open. <Was that…>

<Yep.> Zana replied.

<Did it just say…>

<Apparently.>

The two stood there looking out over the water as it slowly returned to the peaceful blackness it had been only minutes before. But further out amongst the waves of the open ocean there was a Gyarados powering towards his destiny. And it would not be stopped.

“THOMAAAAAS!"

Or silenced.

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[So, in several chapters time I'm gonna be adding another pokemon to the roster. I want suggestions from you, my audience. Over the next few weeks I'll be taking suggestions - just pop them down in the comments - and when it gets close to the reveal I'll take the most suggested/upvoted and put those specific ones to a vote. There have been some great suggestions so far, so keep em coming.]

[The only restrictions are: No legendaries (except Arcanine, because Gen 1 descriptions can be wacky). We've already got one ancient/mythical pokemon, more might be a bit excessive and mess with the plot. And no Wailord. Bit too big for what I have planned.]