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The night wound on, several plates of fries, pizzas and a selection of roast meats and vegetables shared amongst the group. Some of it was not appropriate for human tastebuds, but Thomas stuck to what he knew and was more than full by the end. After a while 'feast lethargy' began to set in and one by one the crew made their way to their respective beds. But Thomas had one thing left to do.

Jeremy had noticed the man's distant stare occasionally throughout dinner, and eventually confronted him about it. “Haka, mo?"

“Yeah." Thomas sighed. “Was waiting for the rest to go to bed first, didn't want to worry them." Jeremy placed a claw on Thomas' arm, drawing Zana's attention. “It's… him…? Her? It? I'm not sure."

“Not sure about what?" Zana had peeled herself away from the news playing on TV and sat herself down on the other side of Thomas.

The man sighed. “The Zygarde. Before exiting stage left, it told me to meet it in the park tonight."

“Mo. Hakamo-o, oh."

“He's right, you shouldn't go alone." Zana agreed.

“Yeah, but Rocket's still out there. I can't get caught with all of you. I…" He took a deep breath, lowering his voice so the others couldn't possibly hear him. “I… If they caught you all they'd…"

“No, they're not going either." Zana growled. “I'll go." Jeremy looked at her stunned and opened his mouth to object. “Shush, you are their number one target after that… god?" She looked a little puzzled at Thomas, unsure whether she understood it's role correctly from what he'd told her. “And besides, they all trust you, they know you better than me."

Jeremy again began to protest but Thomas interjected. “She's right. You know places like this- actually, on that…"

Jeremy sighed indicating for Zana to translate. “There's an organisation, called the Rangers. Pokemon Rangers." She corrected herself. “Simons was a member. Retired member. But you keep the benefits apparently." She squinted a little, trying to find the appropriate words “They help stop groups like Rocket if their actions step outside of normal thug stuff, or something." Jeremy gives her a scowl. “I don't know the right words. I'm not a dictionary!" She scolded the Hakamo-o.

“So, this is one of the Rangers hideouts?" Thomas asked, but Jeremy gave a 'kinda' shake of his hand “Safe House?" The pokemon nodded at that. Another weight fell off Thomas' back. When the receptionist said he was safe, she meant it. He thought about the concrete walls and the lack of windows in the room. Now that he put it together, this place was built like a bunker. He wondered how sturdy that door was that they were buzzed through, or for that matter the door to their room.

“Back to the god." Zana snapped the man out of his thought process. “Let's get a move on."

“Haka!" Jeremy grabbed Thomas' arm as he tried to stand.

“Look, Jeremy, I wouldn't leave you if I didn't have to. I know you'd fight tooth and nail to protect me. But we have another option." Thomas looked to Zana and gave an encouraging shrug. She held the mans hand, closed her eyes and the two faded from sight. Jeremy, panicked, reached out to grab the empty space, and was met with an invisible hand; Thomas' hand. A faint but familiar voice warbled through the air “It would take more than all of us to fight them, but it only takes Zana to hide from them."

As soon as the illusion had begun, it ended, Zana yawning at the ease of her little spell. “And I can keep it up all night." She chuckled jokingly, biting her lower lip as she winked at Jeremy. The Hakamo-o gave her a wry, sarcastic glare in return.

“Zana's also not met the Zygarde yet, and you two… well, you're not exactly on the best terms if memory serves." Jeremy sighed, conceding that point to Thomas. Then taking the mans hand between both of his he squeezed gently. “Don't worry, we'll be fine. You just worry about this lot." Thomas waved to the occupied bedrooms and the snoring within. “Though with the way Mac and Cav mankeyed out on all that food, I doubt you'll have to worry about them causing trouble any time soon." Thomas chuckled.

“We'll be back in… an hour or two?" Thomas shrugged. “I don't know what's gonna happen," A thought struck the man and he quickly ruffled through the old pack to find a box containing a brand new pair of walkie talkies. They were small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, but the label assured a ten mile range. He set both devices to channel three and tossed one to Jeremy. “If I can, I'll let you know if something comes up." Jeremy nodded hesitantly, holding the red plastic device tightly to his chest as though it were the most precious thing in the world. Then with a wave - and grabbing the keycard on the way out - Thomas and Zana left the room.

The pair were mostly silent on their walk back through the city. For the most part it was the tension of the unknown that lay ahead of them that kept them quiet, but the knowledge that somewhere out there Bruno was on the hunt for them also kept them on their guard. The first park they came across was little more than an extension of some church, and held no extraordinary pokemon within. The second was more the playground for a nearby school.

But a large park lay on the city's outskirts, and that's what the pair had been aiming towards from the beginning. Every street Thomas checked to make sure they weren't followed, and after being reassured on more than one occasion by the far more perceptive Zana that he was imagining things, they eventually set foot in the nature reserve. Winding paths led them deeper, until Thomas could sense the presence of the Zygarde in his mind. Still too far away to converse properly, at least it was able to guide the pair closer, Zana eventually able to feel the change in her own mind as well.

'You came.' The voice came from all around at first, before focusing on an area beyond some bushes off the path. Thomas led Zana in that direction and eventually the two made it to a clearing with the dog-like Zygarde standing proudly in the center. Zana could sense the raw power of this pokemon and tensed up, trying not to fall into a defensive stance for fear of insulting them. 'Fear not. You are a friend of Thomas. So you are a friend of us.'

Thomas comfortingly squeezed the Zoroark's hand, reassuring her as best he could. “It's okay, Zana. We can trust...it." The Zygarde nodded slowly. “Sorry," Thomas took a quick breath before exhaling contemplatively. “I know it's a weird thing to ask, but what… what do I call you?"

'I must admit, there are many aspects of the human mind that I do not quite understand.' the black and green dog padded a little closer before sitting on its haunches. 'Your obsession with names is quite interesting; the need to label everything. And even individualise things that are the same.'

Thomas considered the pokemon's words and countered with “But for things that are so similar, or for defining one within a group, a name is invaluable."

'You are a very social animal, I grant you that.' they sighed. 'If it would aid you, you may call me Zye.'

“Thank you, Zye." Thomas bowed a little, as though he had been given some great honour in being allowed to know the pokemon's 'name'. “I wasn't feeling quite right about constantly referring to you as 'it'."

'But that is what I am.' Thomas looked to the pokemon with confusion, glancing to Zana for hope of explanation but she just shrugged. Zye sighed. 'You are male. He. Him.' the dog looked from man to Zoroark 'And you Female. She. Her.' Zye straightened up, sitting proudly. 'I am both, and yet neither.'

“Then," Zana asked, her mind full of questions “How do you… you know, make more… of you?"

Zye smiled 'I have not had the need. Though should I…' it thought carefully 'I would simply take part of my core from myself and divide my cells evenly amongst the two of us.' It thought about the concept further. 'Any expulsion of genetic material into another being would only serve to dilute my core structure within whatever child would resolve. They would be neither Zygarde, nor whatever counterpart I chose to bear them.'

Thomas knew a little about pokemon breeding. He knew one pokemon provided the egg, while the other would fertilise it. He knew the more powerful genetic code would overwrite the other, resulting in the child being either the father or mother's species, but not a combination of the two. The exception to that was occasionally the child may inherit knowledge of a move otherwise untrainable thanks to one of the parents being of a specific type. But from what the Zygarde was saying, if they were to attempt to fertilise an egg, the result might not be a known pokemon at all.

“So you haven't…" Zana gestured with her hands

'Copulated? No. I have not. However, it is the curiosity about that subject that caused me to interact with Thomas the way I have.'

“Uh," Zana looked from Thomas to Zye and back “Interact? How?"

'He has not informed you?' Zana thought hard back to their first meeting and how Thomas spilled his secrets happily to her as an old woman. He'd made mention of the Zygarde, but the context eluded her. She shrugged apologetically. 'No mind. I shall show you.'

Zana and Thomas both dropped to their knees as the world fell out from beneath them, Zye reaching into their minds to implant it's experiences directly. The world returned to form, though in a wholly unrecognisable way. Feelings of peace and calm so great that consciousness itself seemed chaotic flowed through them, until a piercing light broke the darkness. Cracks formed from that initial hole into existence as Parker Simons face was slowly revealed, his tools breaking open the chamber Zye had been resting in.

While everything was tinted in shades of red and green, a pulsing purple aura surrounded Jeremy in the background, and was of particular interest for some unknown reason. They were lifted, carried over to a cleared space on a flat rock as devices were extracted from pockets, flashes of light and whirring of motors both familiar as camera shutters to Thomas and Zana but completely unknown to the Zygarde at the time. The Zygarde stayed still, not sure of how to react to the strange beings fawning over it. They weren't pokemon, they were something else.

As they lay waiting - patient as a glacier - the Zygarde observed the Hakamo-o and it's strange purple aura. Every time Parker Simons entered the room the purple would pulse and sway, and when the man got close to it little tendrils would reach out as though to grab him. But despite the two exchanging words, even occasionally patting each other on the back, the tendrils never took hold.

And then violence. Human violence. The once bright light within Parker Simons lay extinguished, red covering the world as another human made their presence known. And Zye could tell, this man desired the Zygarde above all else. Then Pokemon spurned-violence erupted and suddenly they were thrust into the dark again and taken into a forest. The concepts of trees flashed past, more felt than observed in the visible darkness of the bag. They could sense other pokemon; scared, running. Jeremy's chest burning from the chase, fearful of what was behind, and angry at himself, the purple aura tinged with red and black as he dodged trees in the darkness.

And then confusion. The chase, it was over. But not. The danger was still there, just not immediate. Jeremy had hidden them, waiting, listening. Another human. A helpful human. An injured human. He had tried helping Jeremy without care for his own self. Parker desired knowledge, the one that ended him desired power. But this other human just wanted the Hakamo-o to be safe.

The human was hurting. Broken and hurting. And so was Jeremy, his once purple aura now a deep, dark blue. The Zygarde pushed something within Jeremy, the Hakamo-o's blue aura pointing the way. Retrieving the man - retrieving Thomas - Jeremy returned to the cave he was sheltering in and remained quiet. But for some reason his aura did more than just reach for this man, it enveloped him, flooded him. And as the night progressed, the two became close. A strange connection. An unknown connection.

The Zygarde observed how the two slept and come morning, their strange connection had solidified and there was just the hint of a purple shimmer returning to the Hakamo-o's aura. But as they organised themselves and left the safety of the cave, Thomas remained connected to the pokemon by a thin strand of blue, no matter their distance. However after discovering his camp destroyed, the man decided to return to the nearby human settlement. Jeremy chose to continue on his path north, but the blue strand tugged at him, pulling him back south to find the man he saved.

Later they met again, and again they shared a night of company. As they grew closer, the blue aura once more consumed the two of them. Curious, Zygarde reached out with their mind and altered the colour of the aura just slightly, the faintest hint of pink swirled through it until once more it became a vibrant purple. And as the other two pokemon slept, Thomas and Jeremy shared an intimate moment, the shimmering purple aura becoming vibrant, almost blinding to the Zygarde.

It was a reaction they'd not expected. Perhaps these not-pokemon were more than they seemed. They knew others of his kind had met them before, but thay'd never had a need to show interest, until now. The world around them was changing, and it felt not for the better. Pollution - among other things - was slowly destroying the environment the Zygarde had been tasked to maintain. And after journeying into the human settlements one by one, experiencing second hand through this human and the pokemon around them the nature of these people, they considered a form of genocide may be the best approach. Except for one thing.

Thomas and Jeremy. The Hakamo-o had what the Zygarde was slowly coming to learn was a form of humanophilia, having been attracted to Parker Simons, but without the man's reciprocation. But whatever happened between Thomas and Jeremy that second night cemented a form of Pokephilia within the man, and the Zygarde was amazed at this abrupt change in the human's behaviour.

Wishing to explore that curiosity further, the Zygarde began feeling out to other pokemon around the man, seeing if it could change their auras to be more accepting of him, and even further. At first it was tired pokemon, or already friendly ones. Ones that needed little in the way of nudging. But when Thomas was jumped by the Seviper, it all changed. The serpent's aura did indeed shift to purple how the Zygarde had intended, but they could not push out enough red. It was hurting the man while relieving itself sexually.

Reaching out for another nearby pokemon the Zygarde found a Mudbray, altering its brownish green aura to a deep blue and pulling it towards the man. Seconds later the ground type smashed through the bushes to beat away the Seviper, the altered state of mind guiding it to help the man by gathering his things and ensuring his safety despite never really interacting with a human before. Yet once given the nudge, the mudbray seemed more than happy to do so. And for whatever reason, instead of returning to its usual life, he decided to join Thomas on his journey.

The Zygarde had become more and more intrigued by the time they reached the tribal painting. It understood what another of its kind meant to the native people of this place, and could see in the artwork how they both revered and respected the ancient pokemon. Distracted by the discovery, the Zygarde hadn't noticed the Hakamo-o's aura had rebelled against its meddling. Instead of a unified purple, harsh lines of angry red and deep blue flashed and clashed. It tried to patch them together but Jeremy noticed the psychological meddling and quickly left.

They knew then that manipulating these beings auras was not something to be done so trivially, and so they would have to be more careful. The man and Hakamo-o had words after many hours, and the two seemed to separate, the pokemon staying just on the border of the Zygarde's influence. He eventually came down to the man's camp late one night for a discussion regarding mind control, though that was not truly the correct terminology. A shaky agreement was made and the Hakamo-o retreated to the trees once more. Despite a brief encounter while rescuing Thomas from a deluge the next morning, that would be the last the Zygarde would see of Jeremy for quite some time, though they always knew which direction the pokemon was by an almost imperceptible blue thread slicing into the distance centred around Thomas' heart.

What Thomas and Zana experienced next was a rush of encounters, from a Rhyperior to the Feraligatrs. But just as they entered the cave east of Kangaskhan Valley, a jolt of energy pulsed up from the world below. It was substance. It was body, it was… cells. Springing to life with the energy they had received from their brief time in the sun, the Zygarde launched itself down the tunnels, through cracks and down shafts that it knew his human curiosity could not follow. But this was more important.

After several hours they finally discovered the cache of cells hidden beneath an ancient monument. A monument of pokemon origin, not human. And it felt amazing. The Zygarde was not whole - far from it - but it was something. Taking a while to get used to the new form, they navigated through a different series of tunnels until they had come out through a large crack in the ground. They sensed a lost pokemon but realised the being was far too full of grief and spite to help at that time.

Zana shivered, knowing what - or rather who - that pokemon probably was.

But they could sense the man in a large building nearby, and could sense the Hakamo-o was with him. And for the Zygarde, that was more important. They made their way to a nearby park and waited in the treetops. After some time they were able to converse with the man as well as another strange addition to his group; a noivern belonging to the group currently hunting them. The fact that this man had not only survived an attack that would have killed a weaker man, but while recovering managed to make a friend of an enemy was stunning to the legendary pokemon.

The Zygarde - more curious than ever - kept it's distance from Thomas during his recovery, though generally because the pesky Rocket Rising individuals were canvassing the area in hopes of finding either Thomas, Jeremy or the Zygarde itself. Eventually, when he was released from care they planned to talk to him again, but were interrupted by men beating one of the hospital staff and then threatening Thomas in his motel room. A curious little pokemon seemed caught up in the whole thing, and after a request from Thomas, the Zygarde took the Chespin under his wing.

Keeping an eye on the man from a distance, the Zygarde began teaching the chespin how to take care of itself under the guise of being a guardian for them. Though after a few days, the small pokemon had managed to form a deep bond with the Zygarde, and so the legendary being decided to take the training more seriously. They taught the Chespin about the state of the environment, about how it was formed and how it needed protecting. They shared how they were woken from slumber by Parker Simons and divulged details the strange journey up until that point, much in the same way they were doing to Thomas and Zana.

But when the Chatot's early morning chorus was disturbed by what could only be described as the wailing of a viscous tornado, the Zygarde knew things had changed for the worse. The two dashed towards the motel to spot Thomas fleeing down the main street towards the hospital. They waited in the park, trying to get a sense of where the man was going, but the number of Rocket Rising members surrounding the building made it difficult. Then he sensed the man travelling below ground, and made a dash for the opening hidden amongst the trees.

They arrived to hear the sickening crunch of bone. Reaching out into the darkness all they could find was the spiteful mind from before and it was aware of Thomas - that much they could tell - but the Zygarde could not get a read on it's intent. It was then Griff landed at the crevasses edge. It took a short time to convince the noivern to head to the Gym, but he followed the order, allowing the Zygarde and Chespin to slip into the cave.

They were worried for a while what this strange pokemon would do to the man, but after observing her for some time, they decided to see what would happen if they didn't intervene. Thomas woke, and began conversing with an illusion. The human mind was so easily tricked. But his words caused the illusion to falter, and eventually break. The two spoke from the heart, and a friendship was forged.

However, as they travelled further into the cave - with the Zygarde far enough behind to observe, but not be seen itself - they noticed a similar strange shift in the spiteful pokemon's aura. Zana - as she made herself known to Thomas - had a similar purple aura to Jeremy, and it too was reaching out to the man, but in an entirely different way. Almost as if it knew exactly where to attach, the shape and feel of it altering to the man's body exactly rather than probing for it blindly like Jeremy's had. But the big difference was this purple was darker. Much darker.

And to the Zygarde's surprise, Thomas accepted it. Truly and fully. It wrapped around him, and grew more intense as they consummated their agreement. It was as if the man was almost capable of doing what the Zygarde had been on his own. But that was a ridiculous notion. The Zygarde had that power, it was unique, and it took many centuries to truly master back when they were created. No mere human could wield such power after only a few weeks.

The Chespin and Zygarde followed Thomas and Zana through to the end of the cave, the Zygarde having to quickly and expertly navigate the cave behind Zana as she chased down the half-drowning Thomas, but finding an alternate route out of there once they reached the swimming hole. The female human waiting for them outside was an interesting character, and they were glad Jeremy was able to step in rather than themself or their little green and brown ward. But it was Zana's approach to solving the problem that truly caught the Zygarde off-guard. She not only reversed the human's outlook on pokephilic relations, but outright gave her an addiction to it. The fact Thomas had come across this pokemon now seemed like fate more than coincidence.

Reunited with his lover Jeremy, the crew then began their trek toward the coast. Given Jeremy's feeling on the Zygarde's existence, they decided best to remain in the background; even when Thomas became trapped by the Rocket Rising thugs at the park in Bait Bay. Thomas' interaction with the Rillaboom would have been surprising if Jeremy wasn't primarily to blame for inciting that particular incident. Though there was a moment of panic when Thomas gained entry to the delivery truck, which then sped off northwards just slightly faster than the Zygarde could follow while remaining out of sight.

Every moment they had spare, Zygarde taught Chespin more about its role as guardian and the Chespin's role as their ward. They grew close, the Chespin feeling almost like a son to the legendary pokemon, as much as he understood that feeling to be. And it could tell the small pokemon considered them a father of sorts, certainly more of one than his trainer had been before. During their travels northwards, the Chespin even managed to evolve, becoming a Quilladin before the Zygarde's eyes. They felt something then. Something they hadn't understood before. Pride. They were proud of their little ward and the progress he was making. And realised that this whole experience was affecting themself as much as the Zygarde was affecting the things around it.

After a night of tracking, they eventually located the man hunkered down with several pokemon in the old Wooloobell sewers. But the surface was crowded with people and the sewers themselves were teeming with goons, so going in to him was impossible. When Thomas and the other three left their discovered den, the Zygarde did their best to track them from above ground, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. Eventually they arrived at a grand old building, flashes of purple barely visible through the dusty skylights.

The two listened closely to the conversation between Thomas and the killer of Parker Simons. But when banter turned to threats turned to a declaration of murder, it knew it had to step in. Fearful of his wards safety, he commanded the Quilladin to stay put, then bursting down through the skylight the Zygarde landed between the two men. However as Bruno pitched his masterball at the legendary pokemon, the world went red.

Zygarde looked up at his ward screaming with rage, an aura powerful enough to engulf the stage as it sped from on high to take the spherical missile to the chest. And in a flash of light, he was gone. For the first time in their existence, the Zygarde was lost for… anything. Every negative emotion it had known to exist was suddenly pouring through it. Anger, fear, loss, hate, sadness, worry… all cascading down through their mind. They knew other pokemon had arrived, and registered that Bruno had left. They considered following through the hole but knew it would only result in their capture. The Zygarde was not at full strength. And while it was weak, it needed others to help. It needed Thomas.

And with that Thomas and Zana found themselves back in Wooloobell park, kneeling on the grass, in tears from the assault of emotions the Zygarde hadn't intended for them to experience so strongly. The two looked from the ground, then to each other. Zana's breaths quickened before she turned away, vomiting into a bush. Thomas took a moment to calm himself, sensing Zye's own need to calm down through the strange mental fog that was so pervasive when the man was this close.

The Zygarde's canine form wavered, individual parts seeming to peel away like a jostled jigsaw puzzle before reassembling. It tried to speak, but instead groaned deeply. Thomas had managed to get to his feet, and after patting Zana on the back to check if she was okay - the Zoroark grimacing while nodding back at him - he made his way over to the black and green legend. Kneeling down next to the beast he stretched an arm over the pokemon and held it close. Waves of comforting energy poured off the man, flooding Zye with Thomas' hope and love as he spoke “It's okay, we'll find the brave little guy. We'll start tomorrow."

Emotions so alien to the being were now pouring into it as Zye began to weep. It was a behaviour they'd observed several times, unsure of what the need for such a display would accomplish evolutionarily speaking. But in that moment, it felt right. Almost expected. And so they turned their head towards the man and cried into Thomas' chest. 'How can you say that? Do you know something I do not?'

Thomas sighed, he'd never had to explain the concept of hope before. But he also wasn't about to start now. To explain that to Zye could take time, more time than they had. “Look, Bruno is human, a solid, existing human being. Which means he will always leave a trace. We just need to ask the right people the right questions."

Zye took several breaths, attempting to calm down in the same way Thomas had, and felt the process was helping; despite their lack of a need for air to survive. It was almost… meditative. 'And what if they choose not to answer?'

<Then…> Zana growled, returning from the bushes and wiping her mouth on her wrist <we ask some more… 'physical' questions.> Thomas figured she must have been exhausted from their little experience given her speaking in her own language, but from the tone he understood the gist of it and nodded in agreement.

“Zye, this last month has been a journey and a half. Which is long enough that you should know by now," Thomas shifted around to hold the green and black muzzle in his hands, glowing white eyes forced to peer into his own “I don't leave friends behind."

The Zygarde was thrown off by the sheer power of the man's purple aura, it's radiance matched only by the flashes of red and blue contained within. Thomas was passionate, this much Zye had seen over and over. But his words were the truest it'd ever heard spoken. And deep down inside the godlike being, something clicked. A little switch was thrown and all that purple energy began flowing into it, through it. Zye could feel the love Thomas had for his pokemon comrades empower every cell of its body, into it's very core.

And to everyone's surprise, Zye's muzzle darted for Thomas' face. A brief moment of terror subsiding as the canine's long rubbery tongue shot into the man's mouth. At first Thomas was too shocked to do anything, but once he realised the 'attack' was one of love and not rage, he wrapped his arms around Zye's neck and returned the kiss. Zana meanwhile was still caught in shock, backing slowly to a tree stump to continue watching the increasingly erotic display.

With other pokemon, thomas had wondered if he was perhaps corrupting them, using them or maybe popping their cheri at the wrong time. But as the legendary pokemon lapped at the back of his throat, all Thomas could think was 'Finally!' He couldn't tell if those were his thoughts or Zye's in the maelstrom of mental confusion that was their minds in this state, but he also didn't care.

The passionate kiss and embrace had thrown the man off balance and slowly he reclined further backwards until Zye was standing atop him, the man with his back to the ground. The tent in his pants from the earlier parts of the legendary's vision had somewhat subsided by the end, but was back in full force now that this pokemon was desperately trying to taste the back of his throat with that long, broad, prehensile tongue. It was when Thomas moaned into Zye's mouth that the pokemon realised what was happening and pulled back.

“Oh, Arceus, don't stop!" Zana growled from the stump, one claw thrusting into her pussy as she took in the erotic sight.

Zye turned to her, and embarrassed, back to Thomas. 'I, I am sorry.' It said nervously, beginning to back away. 'I don't know-'

But Thomas hadn't fully let go of the pokemon's neck from before, and gently pulled Zye's head back down. The legendary had more than enough strength to deny the man his request, but conceded anyway, bringing his muzzle to within an inch of the man's lips. “It's okay." Thomas tried reassuring it. “I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to."

'Want to…' Zye realised spending so much time around humans must have altered their ability to function rationally, because they knew the basics of what they wanted to convey but suddenly lacked the vocabulary to do so. However, their thoughts and considerations were immediately derailed as Thomas placed a gentle kiss upon the dark muzzle, before pulling himself up to hug the pokemon tightly.

“You know how I feel about pokemon." He whispered, stroking down Zye's back. Zye was taken aback by the touch, knowing it was a simple physical motion on it's surface, but the sensation and emotion that was imparted by the act filled the pokemon with feelings they'd not experienced prior to that moment.

'I do.' Zye returned their focus to Thomas.

“And I want to help. You." Thomas' words were met with an unmoving silence from the canid. He waited a few seconds before elaborating. “You showed an interest in pokemon-human relations. What better way to understand that than… y'know… taking part?"

“Good little pokeslut…" Zana voiced from the stump.

“Not helping…" Thomas all but sung sarcastically.

'You wish to mate with me?' Zye asked, still unsure of what to do. The Zygarde didn't have a conventional heart, but they could feel the rush of energy that they would have described as an adrenaline boost in any other creature. 'So I would be… female?'

“Or you could claim his ass!" Zana again chimed in.

Zye looked to her then back to Thomas. The man smiled, again lifting himself the small distance to kiss Zye on the lips. “Your choice." He said, smiling up at the confused being standing astride his body.

Zye took a moment to consider their options. This was well beyond anything they'd ever encountered before. Admittedly, there had been other pokemon that had propositioned him centuries earlier but they'd never had enough interest in them to do anything. But somehow that had all changed with Thomas. There were parts of their mind that longed to dominate the man, perhaps as some sort of punishment for humanity's treatment of the planet in their absence. But there were just as many parts that wished to have the man take them, gently and lovingly before implanting his hot seed inside; to fill the Zygarde with the physical warmth of his seed in addition to the metaphysical warmth of his aura.

But the deciding factor ended up being one from an external source. Zana's mind was particularly loud - perhaps on purpose - in demanding it take a male form so once done with the man it could then ravage her, preferably along with Thomas. And while not as interested in the female pokemon, Zye nodded. 'The choice is made.'

Thomas stared in awe as the cells around the Zygarde's body shifted and reformed to create a large neon-green canine cock and a pair of massive black balls. He heard the whimpers off to the side as Zana fingered herself into a body trembling orgasm, but otherwise ignored his Mistress' wails in favour of staring at the slightly glowing member bouncing above him. He let loose a subtle moan in awe of the monster cock before gulping when he realised the already fist-sized knot throbbing at it's base. “Oh Arceus…"

'It may be best if you removed your clothes.' Zye spoke, the excitement in his voice audible over the attempted calmness.

“ORDER HIM!" Zana cried from the sidelines.

Zye looked at her a little confused, then turned to Thomas, leaning down until its nose pressed against the man's. 'Remove. Your. Clothes.' It growled forcefully. Thomas nodded his compliance and quickly stripped. 'Turn. Over.' Thomas felt the grass and dirt against his knees as he knelt on all fours under the green and black dog. Zye then prodded the tip of their mighty member against the man's rim, causing him to clench and pull away.

“Uh, Zye…" He began, but Zana was already on her way over.

“You'll break him if you go straight in. He needs lube." She shoved a claw dripping with her juices straight into the man's hole, causing him to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

'Ah. Yes.' Zye's glowing white eyes dimmed momentarily before casting their gaze back on Thomas. 'I came into contact with that Desert Pea lotion you used with the Rhyperior. I believe I have synthesized it correctly.' Pressing the tip of their green phallus to Thomas' rear entrance, Zye pushed forward just enough to make a seal before unleashing a torrent of fluid inside him.

“Ah-ah-ahhh…" Thomas whimpered as he felt his insides get drenched in the strange fluid. “I-I.." He began pushing backwards against the member, forcing the gods cock inside him inch by inch.

Zye could feel the waves of energy coming off the man, but still did not understand the draw of the sensation. It was skin on skin, but that was no different than any other touch. Zana could tell there was something bothering the legend, and after observing their lack of reaction to the man's anus slowly descending on their oversized member, it clicked. “Oh, sweetie," she tutted, placing a hand on the dog's black back. “That won't do." She put a hand on Thomas' rump to halt his movements, her claws pressed against his skin so he knew it was her command.

'Am I doing something wrong?' Zye asked, confused.

<You can understand a pokemon - or human's - biology, right? Like, see how it works?> Zye nodded. <Then focus on what Thomas feels when I do this.> Without another word, Zana lay down, sliding herself beneath the man before pressing her muzzle against the tip of his raging erection. Then slowly she slid down the length until her nose was pressed into his hip. Then just as slowly she extracted herself from his member and knelt back beside the two. Looking back at Zye, the legendary pokemon was panting, seemingly overdosed on sensation as it's cock throbbed. Thomas moaned at her lascivious act and from feeling the member buried in his arse stretch his hole with each throb.

'That… that was…'

<Now, Mr Big Stuff…> Zana slid a paw around the thick green knot and gave a light squeeze, interrupting Zye's exclamation. <Think you can get that monster to feel the same things?> She let go of the cock in surprise as Zye pulled away from Thomas, their phallus reconfiguring itself like a sliding tile puzzle until much smaller cells made up it's surface. The overall shape was the same, but the way it moved and throbbed was somehow different; like that between a living phallus and a rubber one. <Hmmm, okay.> Zana slapped Thomas on the arse. “What do we say, my little pokeslut?"

“Please…" Thomas begged “Please Zye, fuck me." It wasn't the first time Zye had had that request, but this was the first time he desired to fulfill it. Stepping forward, the canine pressed his green cock against the man's hole. “Yes… please…" Thomas moaned, feeling Zye tense up under the brand new sensations that were flooding it's mind.

Zye turned to look at Zana, a lusty glint in their eye. She simply smiled wickedly and nodded. They needn't have said a word to share their thoughts, as Zye grunted; impaling Thomas on the green rod until the knot rested against the mans cheeks. Thomas' silent scream stammered into the darkness as Zye all but lost their composure then and there.

<Good boy.> Zana cooed, stroking down Zye's back as she helped him calm down from the near-orgasmic experience. <Doesn't that feel so much better?> Zye nodded frantically, grunting and groaning at the sensation of having Thomas' tight arse encapsulating his highly sensitive member. “Now, all you have to do is stay there while our little pokeslut gives you the ride of your life." She smacks Thomas' arse again, eliciting a grunt from both he and Zye as his rear clenched tightly from the impact. But after a moment of meditation, the man began pulling forward. His ring sliding down around the symmetrically ridged pole. It lacked the veins and blemishes of a real cock, but the hexagonal tiling of the cells down its length more than made up for it.

'Yes... Thomas.' Zye growled. The thrill of such a powerful being not only being pleased with him but also using him to sate it's newfound sexual desires sent Thomas over the edge. Having pulled out to Zye's tip, he slammed his hips back, burying the member in his arse as the knot pressed against his hole. Feeling so full of both synthesised pre-cum and the throbbing pokemon cock set his own member off, spraying the grass below in his hot, pearlescent seed. 'Oh, Thomas!'

“Call him a slut. A little pokeslut." Zana growled, fingering herself as she wrapped a paw around Thomas' member, jerking him off onto his own chest. But Zye could tell from the man's thoughts that while Thomas enjoyed that want to be used and degraded like that, right now he seemed to want something else.

Zye leant down and spoke only into the man's mind. 'You may be a pokeslut, you may even be the best pokeslut.' It searched the vast lexicon of it's mind to find the appropriate phrase from the thousands of words it had absorbed in the last month. 'But you are more than that. You are my first true friend. And when I cum inside you,' it paused, hoping that was the correct way to use that phrase 'know it is because I trust you above all others.' The mans purple aura became almost blindingly intense as Thomas sighed happily in his post-climactic state. 'But until then…' Thomas gulped, his heart skipping a beat as Zye's tone changed and he spoke to both of them so Zana could hear 'I'm going to ravage your arse, pokeslut.'

Taking the initiative, Zye pulled out of Thomas and slammed himself back in, over and over again. The pace was staggered at first, the legendary unpracticed with keeping a rhythm like that. But after a short while they were pounding away into Thomas with gusto. Every slap of the bulbous green knot against Thomas' cheeks resulted in the man gasping in pleasure and each withdrawal pulling a deep moan from his lips. It didn't take long for Zye to embrace it's canid form, pistoning into the man's rear with the ferocity of a sex-starved houndoom.

Zana sat back, eyes glued to the pair as she fingered herself towards another climax. After experiencing first-hand how powerful this being was, she was well and truly getting off seeing Thomas be railed by it not to mention the apprehension of what might come after for her. She had no idea if - like so many other males - Zye would be too spent after the fact or if being akin to a deity the pokemon would have next to no recharge time and be able to give her what she craved right away.

Thomas' mind was far less capable of such thoughts, the unique texture of Zye's member driving him crazy along with the constant pressure on his ring from the fist-sized knot. But with the unique pre-cum helping to elasticise his skin, it only took a minute or two of hard pounding before - with a comical slurp and pop - the fleshy bulb became engulfed in the man's arse. As Zye's cock suddenly lurched forward to slam against the depths of Thomas' rear, all three of them moaned; Thomas from being so full, Zye from the overload of sensation, and Zana for the glorious sight of her pokeslut being knotted by a god.

The image of the knot inflating in Thomas' mind reminded Zye of it's purpose, and they began concentrating on increasing it's girth. Thomas gasped as he felt the surface of the knot shift and slide, an incredibly unique experience that once more drove him right to the edge as his hole was slowly stretched to accommodate the engorged member. “F-f-fffuuuu…" He moaned, barely able to move as his muscles were so tense.

'Are you appreciative of my girthy phallus, Thomas?' The man groaned, nodding, unable to laugh at the odd phrasing while being so thoroughly dazed from the sensation. 'Do you wish for me to breed you?'

<Oh, fuck!> Zana sighed whorishly as she came again, several claws bunched up and pistoning into her sopping cunt. <Fill him up!>

“Please, Zye…" Thomas managed, barely keeping sane as the pokemon's thrusts had stopped. “I need your cum… Breed me!"

Thomas wouldn't know the ramification of those words for some time. But in his immediate state, all that mattered was Zye's hips moving at near lightning speed, the distance negligible due to the knot, but for Thomas it was like having a vibrator the size of his forearm rammed deep inside him. There was no use. With a guttural moan he collapsed under Zye's incessant pounding.

Feeling the man clench tight around his jackhammer-like cock, Zye could hold out no more. With a howl that pierced the night air like a demonic scream, Zye emptied himself into Thomas. Not squirt by squirt, but like a firehose. Thomas immediately felt his gut stretch and strain from the excessive cum. He slid a hand along the ground to his belly, able to feel the roiling pressure of fluid bursting from the cock tip wedged deep within his bowels, his skin bulging and becoming taut as he was filled from within by a growling legend.

“Arceus…" He moaned, stomach distending from the sheer volume of fluid. Thomas looked sideways to Zana who simply stared back in disbelief. It was almost as though Thomas were pregnant, the gallons of cum inside him altering the shape of his torso so drastically. The synthesised desert pea lotion was surely the reason he had a bulge and not a split, a fact she was very happy about. But as the man's eyes began rolling back in his head, Zana realised enough was enough.

She pulled herself up - barely able to stand after several climaxes of her own - and made her way to the growling pokemon. Wrapping an arm around the Zygarde's neck she whispered into their ear <Save some for me, Big Stuff.> Zye snapped out of whatever orgasmic trance he found himself in and realised Thomas' abdomen was close to bursting point. As quickly as the torrent had started, it had stopped: Zye once again gaining control of itself as the they took measure of the situation. “Oh my little pokeslut…" She cooed, patting Thomas' arse, before sliding her claws down along his bulging belly. “How do you feel?"

Thomas' ragged breathing was filled with wheezes and whistles; his lungs compressed slightly from the high pressure in the organs below them. “So… so full…" images of the massive jelly-like plug made from the Rhyperior's cum mixed with the Desert Pea lotion flashed into Thomas' mind, and therefore into Zye's. The pokemon grinned wickedly in the same way Zana had before, though upon realising it had done so shook the look from it's face.

Zana noticed the brief expression of mischief and asked <What was that about?>

Zye blinked several times before looking to her. 'I think I just experienced a new emotion.' it said, only to her. Zana's eyebrow cocked as she stared at the Zygarde sideways with a 'please continue' stare. 'I felt as though I wanted to do something that I know Thomas is thinking, though not because he wants to, but because I want to do it to him.'

<Oh, do tell.> Zana purred into the Zygarde's ear, squeezing her arms gently around its neck and shoulders. Zana's eyes went wide as Zye pushed the thought, and Thomas' memory associated with it into her mind. Her legs buckled, but having an arm around the nigh-immovable pokemon kept her mostly upright. <Fuck…> Zana required several breaths to get her composure back after feeling the sensation of having her arse reamed by a rhyperior, then for it to serve as a cast for it's jelly cock recreation. But once she had calmed, Zana nodded <Make it happen.>

Zye concentrated, allowing the knot to shrink enough for it to pop out of the man. But as it did so, a flood of liquid poured from the monster member's tip to fill the space. It was hot, almost unbearable for the man, but soon cooled. And in doing so, set several inches of thick jelly as a barrier to the remaining fluids sloshing about inside him. The rest of Zye's green rod slid from Thomas until it popped free with a visceral slurp; the vacuum inside the man's arse from the removal of that massive tool quickly filling with the cool night air. “AAAhhh!" Thomas cried out passionately.

“So now that you've so thoroughly fucked my little pokeslut," Zana said to Zye, mainly for Thomas' benefit “Perhaps you'd consider showing me how a real pokemon breeds their bitch?" She walked back over to her stump and sat down, her legs spread and claws pushing down either side of her puffy lips, opening her sex to the strong guardian.

Zye had easily mounted Thomas, though their drive to do so was more emotional than anything else. It was an intimate pairing, and one that left them feeling more closer to the man than they had before. But as Zana's words fell upon their ears, Zye looked over to her - spread wide and inviting them to give her what they'd given Thomas - and realised she lacked that same feeling. In that moment the legendary realised what this 'love' thing that Thomas felt was based in. There was a primal drive that had been awakened within the Zygarde, the sight of another pokemon presenting themselves to them excited them in a way that they'd not felt before.

Lust - as Zye understood it - was certainly a powerful emotion.

It was an entirely different feeling to that which they experienced with Thomas. Zana coaxing them forward filled them less with a want to be closer to her in the same intimate way, and more with the need to feel the sensation they'd had with Thomas again. They looked to Zana's seductive glare then down to her moist slit glistening in the moonlight. The massive green cock bobbing beneath their canid body throbbed with eagerness at the notion of another release.

A moan from Thomas brought Zye out of their stupor and forced a decision. The black and green pokemon padded over to the stump and lined their cock up with her steaming entrance. 'You wish to be bred as well?' The Zygarde growled. Zana nodded, gulping as she realised she was about to get all she asked for and more. Though the 'more' worried her somewhere deep down inside.

Zye wasted no time, stepping over her frame as it's cock slid effortlessly into her twitching pussy. Their girth was far more than Zana had taken lately and stretched her to her limit quite quickly, though she could feel the drops of Zye's synthetic precum warming her insides and helping her ease around the new fleshy intruder.

Zye meanwhile was taken aback by both the heat and texture of Zana's insides. She was both similar to Thomas', but also vastly different. The legendary began panting heavily as they felt her muscles clamp down and ripple inward, an attempt at milking their member for it's seed.

<Oh Zye!> Zana moaned, her body pushed to the brink of yet another orgasm as she was filled with throbbing god-cock. <That's perrrrrrrfect…>

Zye was torn between observing the differences between their two lovers, or ignoring logic for the primal urge to fuck, which was growing stronger every second. Attempting to do both, Zye began thrusting into Zana at the same pace they'd started with Thomas. Her passage was tighter, that was certain, and she had significantly more control over the muscles within. But it was also somewhat shallower. The Zygarde could feel the sharp curve of her passage against their tip when thrusting, even though the knot hadn't begun to stretch her enough to fit inside.

The urge to ram the thick knot inside Zana's pussy was almost more than the Zygarde could take. Taking a moment to gather themselves, Zye looked into Zana's mind, trying to see if she wished to tie with them or not. Strangely, what he found was almost an echo chamber of mixed emotions. She desperately wanted to be the one in charge, in control. She had no interest in being bred. But in conflict of that was a part of her locked further away, a part that desperately wanted the legendary's seed to fertilise her. To be filled like Thomas. To be made a submissive little breeding bitch.

As an experiment, Zye pushed himself as deep as he could into Zana's hungry pussy, the knot beginning to stretch her entrance with a tiny pang of pain. <Zye… I, I…> She protested. He looked within her and found it was the dominant part pushing the words from her mouth, but the submissive was wailing in the background, desperate to be freed. Zye looked down to her with a needy stare and she froze. Her heart was racing but her body wouldn't react as the Zygarde pushed harder and harder against her. <Z-Zye! F- fuuuuck…> She sighed, temporarily giving in to the pleasure before the twinge of pain reared itself again. <Tho-om-maaassss>

Thomas was still recovering from his ordeal, but the wail from Zana managed to partly snap him out of the delirium he was in. He looked over to see her spread across a stump, Zye not only having mounted her but slowly trying to edge their knot inside. He managed to get to his feet and stumble over. His belly wobbled with each step, but oddly seemed to have shrunk since he was initially filled. Assuming it was because he was standing now, and not on all fours, the man put it out of his mind. “So how's it-"

“T-Thoma-a-aaass…" Zana warbled, her mind assaulted from the inside by her conflicted state.

Thomas grew a concerned expression, seeing Zana's tortured face before looking into Zye's determined glare. “What… What's going on?" he asked.

Zye answered straight into his mind. 'She is conflicted. She wishes to both have control and have no control at the same time. I do not know what she wants.' Zye withdrew a little before ramming himself forward again, eliciting a sharp mewl from the Zoroark. 'But I know what I want.'

Thomas had to think about that a moment. This legendary pokemon, who'd had their sexual awakening only minutes prior was somehow sure of what they wanted, and seemed on the verge of forcing themself on the Zoroark. Thomas put a hand on the Zygarde's chest, and pushed. Unlike before, Zye showed no signs of yielding; it was like trying to gently nudge a brick wall. “Zye, buddy, be careful." Thomas tried reasoning with the black and green dog. “If she doesn't want to-"

'But she does.' Zye allowed Thomas a brief glimpse into Zana's mind, allowing him to get the basic gist of her inner turmoil.

“Not all of her." Thomas snapped back, looking to the pained expression on Zana's face. He knew where the feelings came from, the years spent as a kind of pokemon sex slave for the wealthy elite, taking it so far as to alter her body to be more pleasing to them. It was that submissive desire to please so as to stay in their good graces that was in direct conflict with her more recent need to be in control of her own life. It was a dangerous road for them to tread and concerned for her welfare, Thomas decided they needed to end it.

He walked over and knelt down next to the Zoroark, placing a hand on her cheek as he held his other up as a sign for Zye to wait. “Mistress." She didn't look at him. “Zana." She blinked, turning to face Thomas. “This should stop."

<Z-zorrrohhh…> She whispered as Zye began mentally translating for the man. 'Thomas… I-I want…' She bit her lower lip as she gently ground against the fat knot.

Thomas turned her muzzle to face him, cupping her cheeks and massaging the area just in front of her eyes with his thumbs to make her look at him. “Zana, I need to know now if you're okay with Zye going all in."

'She wants-' Zye began talking but Thomas cut them off.

“No. From her." He turned back to Zana, who's eyes were fluttering, barely able to stay open. He leant in close, lips brushing against her ear as he spoke softly “Squeeze me." Thomas slid a hand from her cheek to one of her clenched paws, forcing it open enough to hold it tight. “Twice for yes, once for no." She nodded almost imperceptibly. Thomas took a deep breath “Are you in pain." Two very quick squeezes. “Are you scared for your life?" There was a small amount of hesitation before Thomas felt her grip tighten, just the once.

Hoping his words were helping her calm down and focus, he placed a gentle kiss on the Zoroark's forehead. “Okay. Big questions now." He took another breath and made sure she was looking deep into his eyes before asking “Do you want to continue this with Zye?" Zana's trembling paw squeezed twice. “Here, now?" Less hesitation but still trembling she squeezed twice more.

<Z-z…> Zana sighed, concentrating hard so as to speak. “I… I need to… let… let it out… let go…" She squeezed Thomas' hand hard.

Thomas couldn't entirely understand what Zana was thinking, but the look in her eyes was clear. She didn't want what was about to happen, she needed it. “Are you sure about this? Once that knot goes in, I don't know if I could stop him if I tried." She nodded, squeezing twice for good measure.

Their surroundings suddenly transformed into a cheesy silk-draped room. Soft lighting cast down from all corners of the room by dull red and blue lights to give a strange purple blur to everything. When Thomas looked back to the Zoroark, her demeanour had changed, she was drooling openly, her tongue lolling out to one side. Thomas looked to Zye, who was just as mystified as the man. But the pokemon didn't remain confused for long. Zana had given her permission and they sought to take advantage of that in case she changed her mind.

With a grunt and a growl, Zye pushed the last remaining distance needed for the massive knot to pop inside Zana's slick passage. It was her turn for a silent scream, her eyes rolled back in her head while a breathless squeak was all that left her open mouth. And then she began panting, hard and heavy as the pain pushed her into an orgasm. She moaned, paws sliding up to her chest; kneading and pinching her man-made breasts in an erotic display that had Thomas hard as a rock in no time.

In a brief moment of her eyes being open, the Zoroark noticed Thomas' erection bobbing to life beneath his cum-filled paunch, and grinned. It wasn't her usual mischievous grin, it was far more welcoming. Then licking her lips she opened wide, presenting her mouth to the man. Thomas looked at her, and her pleading eyes and stepped forward. With deft claws she guided his meat to her waiting maw, and allowed him to just slide it inside her.

Thomas shuddered. No resistance, just a slick tongue writhing against him, guiding him down her throat until her nose pressed against his balls. He pulled back out, allowing her a fresh breath but she just calmly exhaled, inhaled and licked the tip of his cock to tease him back inside. “Mist-" Thomas thought back to what she'd said in the cave “Madame Zana, do you want to suck me?" Zana bit her lip and scrunched her eyes shut, nodding as she smiled contentedly. Zye had started moving again, pulling out just a little - enough for her to feel the tension on her now very stretched pussy lips - before thrusting back in. Thomas could see the bulge in her belly where the cock was displacing everything inside.

He gulped. She was either going to destroy him in the morning for this, or fuck him senseless. Thomas wasn't sure which, but if Zana needed to work her way through some things - perhaps some sort of closure - then he was going to help. He shuffled a little further forward holding his hips back to get his cock at just the right angle before pushing back into her mouth.

The way her teeth lightly grazed along his length was heaven, her tongue lashing the top of his shaft as he slid into her balls deep. Then without hesitation he brought himself about halfway back again before thrusting to the hilt. Every impact of his cock in her throat stifled the Zoroark's muffled moan and instead sent the vibrations rocketing through Thomas' shaft. He'd barely managed to recharge from the intense fucking he'd recieved from Zye earlier, and was already getting close when Zana's lips sealed around the base of his cock and she sucked deeply.

“Z-Zana!" Thomas wheezed, the air knocked from him by the intense sensation of Zana's powerful - and well experienced - throat muscles rippling down his shaft, milking him with as much force as a farmer would a miltank. “F-Fuck!"

Feeding off Thomas' sensations and seeing the Zoroark's dark purple aura envelop the man entirely before reaching out to wrap around the Zygarde as well, Zye felt their own climax approaching. Their bucking increased, returning to the frenzied pace they'd set with Thomas. Then an errant thought in Zana's head suddenly grew large. They were confused at first but soon realised the implications for her. The duality of her mind both wanted the canine to climax inside her, but also remain un-bred. And upon realising she was firmly attached to that knot, she began to panic, voicing her protestations.

With the two cocks pounding her from both ends, she used her illusory powers to cry out “No, no… Don't… don't cum in… inside…"

But Thomas was too far into the experience. To him, her protests sounded too scripted and the way her legs swapped between trying to push the canine off to wrapping around it's waist gave him the wrong idea. “I'm sorry Madame, we're both about to burst. Are you ready to get filled from both ends?"

“Noooooooooooo…"

Fortunately Zye was more on the ball. He concentrated, altering the makeup of the seed primed to flow from his aching balls. With Thomas they had contained his DNA, something he'd warned about before, but not considered the impact on the man prior to climax. Being male - and human - he should be fine. But for Zana he fed off both her desires, and simply made the fluid a more viscous form of the lotion-like pre without telling her. With one last thrust, Zye slammed their knotted shaft as deep as possible, the tip pushing up into her curve to point straight at the eggs she had inside.

The chain reaction began.

Zye unleashed a veritable torrent of hot creamy fluid into Zana's deepest depths, coating, then submerging her eggs in its filling warmth. Her Aura exploded in purple, ripples of it cascading over both the legendary pokemon between her legs and man between her lips. Zana's climax wracked her body to the core, her legs spasming as they gripped Zye's waist tight, forcing her sore pussy to take every last drop.

Zana's muffled scream shot through Thomas at the same speed as the extrasensory shockwave of her climax, her throat muscles tensing up and clamping down on his turgid rod, pushing him over the edge to flood her throat with his own seed. His hands reached out to grab something in an effort to keep him stable, and they fell upon her breasts. He felt her teeth clench a little around his member, but the vibrations from her lust-fueled moan more than made up for the brief pang of pain.

Thomas began kneading those fluffy orbs like his life depended on it, Zana's moans growing deeper as he did so. Hot ropes of his seed fired into the Zoroark's hungry throat as she swallowed with increased vigour, her claws having found their way around his thighs to hold him close. But Thomas wasn't so far out of it he couldn't tell when her gulping had changed from swallowing his seed to gasping for air. He withdrew, allowing Zana a moment to catch her breath and firing a couple shots of cum across her muzzle in the process. But as his member throbbed threateningly for the third time she practically inhaled it.

Thomas watched as Zana's belly inflated much the same way his had, Zye's seed pumping her belly up to impressive proportions. But unlike with Thomas, the Zygarde allowed their knot to deflate much faster, having sated their lust and curiosity. As they pulled out of the Zoroark, Zye quickly replaced their glowing green member with a cool green muzzle. Pressed against the opening, it's rubbery tongue lapped at her insides, drinking back the fluid it had just filled her with.

Zana's mind could take no more. Her throat relaxed, and eyes rolled back as she slipped into a near comatose orgasmic state. Her arms falling limply to her side, Thomas was initially worried until he heard Zye's voice in his head. 'She will be fine. She needs rest.' Thomas pulled back out of her, cheekily allowing the last few shots of his cum to land across her dark muzzle. He could see the reddish marks from her teeth along his shaft, and gave a soft chuckle before realising his stomach was almost back to normal.

Keeping their mouth sealed over Zana's pussy lips, Zye managed to glance up at the confused man and make his own assessment. 'It appears as though you absorbed my DNA more readily than I thought possible.'

“Your… what?" Thomas thought a moment, patting his belly. “Your DNA? Then…" He glanced quickly at the slowly deflating belly of his Zoroark Mistress. “Shit, did you-"

'No.' Thomas breathed a sigh of relief, but remained puzzled. Zye picked up on that and explained further. 'With you I did not consider your biology would cause an issue. When Zana pleaded, she was of two minds.'

“So she wanted to be bred, but also not be bred." Thomas said, oversimplifying it.

'To a degree. So I gave her what she wished. None of my genetic structure was transmitted. She is not fertilised.' Zye paused, seeming to consider Zana's body for a moment before a mischievous twinkle gleamed in their eye. They made a strange motion with their muzzle, like one long, deep lick before withdrawing. Thomas - still looking puzzled - was about to ask what the Zygarde had done when he was interrupted by the answer. 'I have done to her what I had done to you. Consider it… a gift.'

A cool night breeze suddenly blew through the clearing, the two conscious figures realising Zana's illusion had faded away a while ago and were now standing in the middle of the park - albeit a secluded part - completely naked and covered in cum. Thomas cleared his throat, quickly donning his clothes. Once dressed, Thomas turned to Zye; who had taken the pose of a feline sitting and licking the back of their paws. He shook his head to remove the questions piling up and focused on what needed to be said. “Tomorrow. I'll try to find out what's happened to…" Again Thomas cursed the lack of a pokemon naming convention “to your ward. Or at least Bruno."

Zye nodded, a sullen look in their eye. 'Thank you, Thomas. You have already done so much.'

“It's my honour." The man replied without a second thought. Then stepping over to Zana's prone body he brushed his fingers through her hair gently. “But right now, I gotta get the lady back to her bed." Zye nodded again, this time standing to watch the man go. “I'll let you know when I find something… somehow."

Thomas blinked as the world around him went oddly monochromatic yet full of colour. He looked down to the purple blob in his arms and the pulsing blue line above it; centred on the mans heart and firing off into the direction of the safe house in a straight, unyielding line. He then looked to Zye, a similar indigo cord linking the two of them. It was not as vibrant as Zana's - or what he assumed was Jeremy's - Auras, but it was there nonetheless. 'We are connected. When you know, I will know to ask. If you search for me, I will know to find you.'

Thomas nodded, sighing. “I don't know if I'm ever gonna get used to this." And with that he zapped Zana back into her ball and bid farewell to the Zygarde; the newest addition to Thomas' list of lovers.

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