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Oliver limped as fast as he could towards the cave opening, eyes squinted in the dim light and heavy rain. The only reason he’d noticed it at all was Sam almost scratching his leg as he gestured frantically at it.

Sam ran a metre ahead of him, carving a trail in the mud that was beginning to deepen and making sure the path was safe for Oliver to travel. He would have set him in his pokeball to protect him from this storm, but Sam would not have any of it.

The only hope in Oliver’s mind as he clambered up a muddy hill towards the cave was that whatever was in it would show a flicker of mercy to them. There was nowhere to hide for miles in these rocky plains, nothing but this cave.

The sound of rain and thunder grew slightly distant as they crossed the threshold into the cave. It was incredibly dark, lit only by the occasional flash of thunder. Revealing a looming cavern filled with stalactites and stalagmites reminiscent of teeth.

Wary of travelling too far in, but unwilling to be so close to the entrance that they’d be rained on anyway, Oliver set a trembling hand on Sam’s drenched shoulder and between chattering teeth said, “L-L-Let’s just st-stick up h-here, ok-okay?”

A flash of lightning lit Sam for a moment. The red, feather-like, ear twitched under the weight of water dripping off it and his pale red eyes flicked to him only a moment before he turned and faced further into the cave.

“Snea…” the sneasel said, a light tenour to his voice that carried an edge of wariness. Another flash of lightning revealed his twitching nose. Even Sam could smell something heavy in the air, something that wasn’t the rain or ozone of lightning. Deep, drenched into the rocks, somewhat musky.

He’d been a trainer long enough to recognise the smell of a Dragon-type.

He squeezed Sam’s shoulder. “Let’s just stay out of anyone’s way,” he said, guiding Sam to step back. The sneasel stood guard as Oliver began to strip his freezing clothes off, having difficulty getting his shirt off and nearly tearing it.

Right as his head was trapped under a layer of cloth, he felt Sam hiss and heard a deep, rumbling, growl. He scrambled, trying to tear his shirt off as the pokemon began to threaten each other in the words he couldn’t understand.

“Wait-wait-wait!” Oliver pleaded, finally getting his shirt off and he held it between his hands like a shield. “We’re just getting out of the storm!” he blurted out quickly. “We won’t go farther in, please don’t make us go back out into that.”

Sam continued growling softly, from somewhere deep in his throat as the sound of footsteps shook the ground. Oliver made a soft sound of fear as a flash of lightning revealed navy-blue scales and a violently red belly. A gabite’s cave they had strolled into.

His eyes flashed to Sam in consideration, even in the darkness he knew exactly where his partner was. Sam was fast and had a sizable type-advantage here if it came to blows, but a gabite was not a weak pokemon and Sam was fragile. He didn’t have anyone else that could take on a gabite, not in the condition everyone was in.

And this was Gabite’s cave, at least Oliver presumed.

“Sorry,” he said, continuing on when attacks didn’t immediately break out. “I swear we won’t get in your way or try and take anything, we’ll just ride out the storm and then go. I have food.” He pointed to his bag. “We can give you that! Please let us stay.”

The growls being shared between the pokemon ceased a moment before starting up again. Oliver remained behind Sam, wondering like always what was being said between them.

Through the random flashes of lightning, Oliver was slowly beginning to grasp an idea of what was going on. Gabite was looming, but not in an about to attack manner, just threatening. Sam was chattering away, rapid fire obviously using his silver tongue to get them out of trouble yet again.

And it seemed to be working. Gabite’s posture slowly between the flashes grew less imposing until it appeared to be relaxed, a sharky smirk on its draconic face. The dangerous growl faded to a different one, almost a purr and Oliver saw Sam glance at him with what looked like embarrassment or something before once again the cave was bathed in darkness.

Oliver nearly jumped when he felt Sam’s claws brush against his leg and he whispered, “All good?”

Sam offered a low sound in reply and Oliver’s frown deepened. He didn’t understand the words yet, but he wasn’t bad at gathering a rough meaning from tone, expression, and body language. He didn't have the latter two to help here, but even Sam’s voice sounded a little… embarrassed.

“What did you say?” he whispered; Sam wasn’t going for the bag to retrieve food. Just brushed his claws along his leg before reaching up to grab his hand.

Sam squeezed his hand and then pulled him, leading him to face the mouth of the cave.

“Woah, what’s going on?” he asked, wanting to dig his heels but not willing to go that far.

Sam’s next vocalisation was reassuring, and they stopped. Sam darted into the darkness and grabbed something, the bag by the sounds of it, and brought it over and set it down behind Oliver to serve as a seat before coaxing him to sit on it.

The next few flashes of lightning gave Sam a chance to pantomime a few things. Hands over his ears. A gesture to look forward. And another reassuring smile.

Oliver did not feel very reassured.

There was a sound of impatience behind him, and Sam squeezed his hand one last time before stepping back.

Oliver looked back, of course he did, but no flashes of lightning graced him with an idea of what Sam was doing back there.

There was a slight bit of sound below the constant rumble of thunder. He thought he heard a click as if Gabite had stepped somewhere before a heavier sound with a slight rustle.

He couldn’t hear much over the din of thunder and there didn’t seem to be much sound in the first place. Nothing but a distant lapping sound like the dripping of water but not quite, then a softer growl buried mostly under the thunder.

He had a feeling that he shouldn’t be looking in case he wasn’t supposed to see. Sam had made it pretty clear all things considered that he was to look forwards and not listen.

What could he be… doing?

A flash of lightning finally exposed the truth to him. Oliver felt his eyes widen and a gasp escape his throat, it was only for an instant but what he saw burned itself into his retinas.

Gabite had indeed moved to a wall that he sat against. He, Oliver now knew that for certain, had his legs parted lazily, exposing a long, ridged, and thick cock that was jutting out from a slit below.

The lapping sound made sense to him at that moment. Sam had Gabite’s cock in a loose grip, dragging his tongue up the shaft during the flash of lightning, collecting a dollop of precum that had slid down the ridges.

Oliver finally did as Sam requested and turned around, face burning but now of all times the thunder seemed to fade, and he knew what every sound meant. That slick sliding sound was Sam’s tongue up and down the pride of this gabite and those soft growls weren’t growls at all but moans of pleasure.

This was what Gabite had asked? Oliver sat frozen, wondering if he should intervene. He had Sam’s pokeball, he could return him and race out into the night. It was pretty unlikely Gabite would follow them into the storm and if he did, well, they could fight him. They’d be an extra target.

The idea was tempting, they could take out this asshole and use his cave for themselves. As soon as the thought came, however, it began to dissolve under scrutiny. Gabite probably wouldn’t follow them and thus, Oliver would be in the storm with no protection. And even if he did, Sam had deemed this a better idea than trying to fight it.

A new sound dragged morbid curiosity into him, and Oliver turned right on time to see multiple flashes of lightning expose what was going on now. The sound was of a muffled moan and the reason was clear. Gabite had taken the back of Sam’s head and was pushing him down onto his cock, inches upon inches of that ridged meat sliding into the sneasel’s mouth, popping between his lips and edging down his throat.

He could see the bulge in Sam’s throat as his partner struggled with the length and girth. Once again, he nearly intervened before noticing… Sam was hard.

Really hard.

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen that. Never in such a context as this, maybe, but he had a passing idea of the sneasel’s package. Sam’s was poking out between his legs as he kneeled on the ground, hard as rock and dripping a clear fluid onto the cold stone.

A hand was stroking the parts of Gabite that he couldn’t reach, being careful not to introduce his claws into the mix, as the other held onto Gabite’s thigh. Gabite’s claw rested on the back of his neck, but it was clear at a glance that Sam was doing the work to gag himself on the dragon's dick. A hand was stretched behind him, a claw carefully pressing into his rump.

Was he enjoying this?

Was it Gabite’s idea or was it Sam’s!?

Oliver needed to talk to him, but Sam was a little busy at the moment.

With the thunder having settled for the moment, most of the lightning had as well, treating Oliver to the tune of Sam sucking this wild gabite off. He could hear everything.

He could count in his head and guess what Sam was up to just off the sound. A gulp and a breathless exhale meant the sneasel was going down, his neck bulging with the girth of the gabite sinking deeper and deeper into him.

The ridges caught on his tongue and lips as he pulled back, a needy huff of air being pulled through Sam’s nose as he raised his head up, Gabite giving a pleased growl as well. There was a brief period where Sam caught his breath, sliding his paws up the cock as he rubbed it against his face, making a wet sound with the softest taps of precum hitting the stone rising afterwards.

Sam moaned cutely as he pressed the Gabite’s between his lips and down his throat again, soft little gasps mixed with near-gags as the size of the Dragon-type was probably too much. His breathing grew more ragged each cycle, the caress of his hands along the girth of the dragon becoming more frequent and more frantic.

Oliver nearly jumped when a loud pop sounded out and Sam made a noise of protest. Gabite gave a rumbly growl and Sam hesitated before giving an agreement. The sound of movement, claws scraping against the ground, heralded another flash of lightning.

This time, Sam was looking back at Oliver right as Oliver was staring at them. Their eyes met a moment in the flash of light before it was dark again, but the pose was clear and obvious to Oliver. Sam had turned himself around, on his hands and knees, lifting his rump to Gabite’s eager eyes.

Sam was silent a second before he gave a strange sort of growl and things felt a lot colder around Oliver a moment. He realised Sam was breathing a weak Icy Wind at him for looking but it wasn’t like the sound wasn’t more obvious than anything!

“Cut it out,” he grumbled, shivering again suddenly. He hadn’t noticed the cold until Sam had done that, being far too distracted by the lengths Sam would go for him. Unless? “Do… it again if you need my help, okay?”

The chill had stopped, and Oliver tensed, wondering if Gabite was going to do anything at that weak-sounding offer of help, or worse yet if Sam was going to ask for it. He was as tense as stone, probably harder than the pokemon’s dicks at the moment. The only thing stopping him from getting up and decking the gabite was the idea that Sam was into it.

The sneasel had never shown any interest in any of the teammates or really anyone at all. He just stuck his nose up at most humans and pokemon, it was hard to imagine that this was Sam’s idea.

Indecision gripped him, but it certainly didn’t grip Gabite. Unperturbed by the muttering of his impromptu guests, he was feeling Sam’s toned rump. The sneasel was slight of frame, but he had strong legs and that reflected in his stature.

Sam bit his lip to keep himself silent as he felt the long, hard, tip of Gabite press against him. He’d wetted the dragon quite a bit with his blowjob, while loosening his walls with a claw. Far from perfect, at least Gabite’s draconic dick was a taper so it wouldn’t rip him open right away.

Most of the storm seemed to have passed, the rumbles of thunder having grown infrequent and plunging them into darkness. Oliver’s eyes couldn’t pierce the darkness well enough to make out more than just blurry shapes, but his ears compensated intensely.

He could hear the rustle of their bodies, as Gabite shuffled in and the slick press of his dick against Sam’s hole. Sam gave a breathless grunt, claws scraping momentarily against the ground as he braced in place, holding firm for Gabite to sink himself into him.

After a moment, Sam gave a loud moan, unable to hold his voice in check and, really, Oliver already knew what was going on. He couldn’t hide it and Gabite didn’t care to either.

With that dam broken and the girth of Gabite’s length splitting him open, Sam’s voice grew louder. A sharp, repeated, sound of pleasured pain rebounded from his throat as Gabite continued to advance, his taper forcing him open more and more.

Oliver shivered at the sound. He heard Sam gasp in pleasure as a ridge sunk into him before groaning as Gabite began to bottom out in him. Gabite’s dick looked huge in the flashes he’d seen of it, how was Sam taking something that big?

Based on the sounds Sam was making, just barely.

The sneasel whimpered and moaned, claws scratching against the ground. A ragged gasp escaped him with a pop as Gabite pulled back, his ridges catching and tugging at his pucker as he flexed his hips back.

They were sounds of pleasure, hisses of pain and discomfort but the guttural sounds of pleasure were constant, leaving Oliver feeling strangely hot.

Strangely very hot.

He had stripped down to his underwear as his clothes were all wet, he should be freezing, not sitting in tight underwear.

Absentmindedly, he groped his bulge, realising he was achingly hard at the moment. The cold had no effect on his skin, the distant tingles of Sam’s earlier Icy Wind were almost forgotten. If he felt it again, he’d have the pokeball in his hand in an instant, but… it wasn’t coming.

Soon enough, Gabite had given Sam enough time to adjust and began to fuck him in earnest. Sam’s disparate moans became a constant gasp as the sound of scales on fur began slapping out.

Oliver knew Sam had his mouth wide open, pleasured gasps being knocked out of him with each thrust Gabite made. Gabite himself gave a heated snort and a growling moan. His talons weren’t great for holding a partner as small as Sam was, he couldn’t quite pin him without messing up their rhythm. Sam holding himself in place, his claws scraping occasionally when a thrust pushed him too hard, was the best they could do.

Damn were they making the best of it though.

Gabite leaned over him, planting his talons on the ground alongside Sam’s head and began to really slam him into the ground. Sam couldn’t hold himself up against that force, swiftly getting pushed down until he was prone on the ground with Gabite hammering him from above. Gabite’s moans were overtaking Sam’s now, a deeper rumbling groan that danced along the ears and up the spine.

Through what little Oliver could see, he could make out Gabite frantically pounding Sam with all that he was worth, Sam’s cock poking out from behind as he’d been flattened on the ground. Sam briefly overtook Gabite in volume, shouting out in a screechy gasp before Gabite’s thrusts knocked ragged moans out of his chest.

The sound of fluid splashing on the ground reached Oliver’s ears and by the new smell he knew that Sam had orgasmed. His gasps became moans that became squeaks of overstimulated pleasure as Gabite continued fucking him through his orgasm, until his limbs trembled even as he was pressed onto the ground below the dragon.

Gabite began to growl, definitely loving the feeling of Sam clenching around him, his walls doing their damndest to milk him every drop. Right as Sam began to get enough strength to push back again, Gabite roared out, the sound blotting out the storm outside and causing the cave to shake around them.

Oliver yelped, falling as everything shook and landed on his back as Gabite came inside Sam. His roar petered out to an elongated desperate moan, his thrusts growing shorter, slower, until he just rested inside Sam.

The panting of satisfied pokemon replaced the sounds of sex, Gabite softening inside Sam until he lifted himself off, pulling free with a wet pop and standing to saunter back into the deeper part of the cave.

He did pause, briefly, to make an addressment to Oliver but he had no idea what it meant and then Gabite was trundling off into the darkness.

Leaving Oliver with Sam.

The stone was freezing against his back and Oliver leaned up quickly once the world stopped spinning. His dick was still urgently hard against his briefs, but he couldn’t think about that at the moment.

“Sam?” he asked, concerned and getting to his feet to get to his partner. Sam was still panting hard for breath and hadn't moved from where Gabite had left him. Oliver would have things to say about Gabite cumming and then sauntering off without even helping Sam up buuuut Gabite might hear him, so he’d save it for later.

He liked his ass unravaged by Dragon-type dick thank you very much. Not without a lot of lube at least.

He couldn’t think about that, he had to make sure Sam was alright.

“Sam?” he repeated, reaching the sneasel. Sam managed to push himself up with his arms and Oliver caught him and lifted him up. Sam’s legs dangled a moment before he seemed to remember he had four limbs.

Gabite’s cum dripped down Sam’s legs, Oliver felt a droplet of it hit his bulge and really tried not to think about it. “Are you okay?” Oliver asked, utter fear in his voice a moment.

Sam’s eyes blinked open and he took in Oliver’s face in the darkness, able to see far better than he could. Whatever he saw seemed to raise a fond smile and he gave a tired titter at him, almost teasing him for his concern.

“Yeah, I know you’re tough but,” Oliver began, but he didn’t know where he was going with that.

“Snea?” Sam asked.

“That was… okay, right?” Oliver asked, he had to ask, he just had to. “He wasn’t… threatening you, or me, and you had to do it, right? You could say no, right?”

Sam reached forwards and patted him on the head, giving a patronising, “Snea, snea.” As if he was asking crazy things.

Still, that was how Sam always acted and Oliver sighed in relief, relaxing. “I know,” he agreed. “I know you wouldn’t do it if you didn’t… want to, I guess. I just… had to ask.”

Sam’s features softened and he ran a hand down Oliver’s face. It felt surprisingly intimate, considering that cum was still dripping down Sam’s legs. Oliver was suddenly reminded that he was as hard as he had ever been.

He hadn’t… looked at Sam in such a way before.

Feeling hot again, he averted his eyes. “C-Can you sleep?” he asked, the tremble in his voice sounding like a shiver again.

Sam gave a non-commital sound, glancing down suddenly. He noticed Oliver was holding him slightly away, the sneasel’s dick was still hard and he’d thought that was the reason but… was that another reason down further?

Sam raised his head slowly, raising an eye that Oliver couldn’t see but he could feel. He chose not to comment, carefully setting Sam down. The sneasel was able to balance.

“Sneeeas?” Sam said then, his voice trailing a question and a tilt to his voice Oliver had never heard before.

“Sam?” Oliver asked, not knowing where that tone of voice was going. If he’d heard it from anyone else, he’d have thought that was seductive.

“Sam?” he asked again.

Sam stepped past him, gathering the bag and tugging Oliver to sit down to lay back down. The stone was warmer here and Oliver realised a moment too late that it was where Gabite had fucked Sam on.

At least the stone was warm, and Sam had spent his seed in the other direction.

Or had he spent it?

Gabite continued fucking him well after Sam had orgasmed and Sam didn’t seem to be getting any softer, Oliver could see the sneasel rubbing his length even as he lay down.

“You, heh, need to cool off?” Oliver asked, hoping a little joke would break the ice. “I thought Gabite gave it pretty good, but?” What was he saying?

“Sel,” Sam said, a breathless tilt to his voice. He was right next to Oliver’s head, the soft sound of his hand along his member the loudest thing in the universe right now.

“Sa-” Oliver was cut off as Sam pressed their lips together. His first thought was that he could taste something heavy and musky in Sam’s mouth, the taste of Gabite being shared from pokemon to trainer. The second thought was the panic that Sam was kissing him.

Did pokemon kiss?

Where did he learn this!?

Sam broke the kiss after a moment as Oliver froze up, he murmured something questioning and Oliver swallowed. Sam sounded needy, hopeful, and perhaps a little worried. There were lines that you weren’t meant to cross. Getting hard over your pokemon fucking another one was one thing, kissing them was another.

It wasn’t something that could be easily undone, this was the only moment. Oliver felt his heart jumping in his chest, Sam’s hand lingered on his cheek and lips against his own.

Slowly, Sam was pulling away. They’d pretend this didn’t happen tomorrow and nothing would be different. Just a flight of passion at the height of endorphins. Something to laugh about years later.

Something…

Sam gasped as Oliver’s hand closed around his member and Oliver whispered, “Alright.”

Sam hesitated a moment, beginning a question before Oliver stroked him once. “I mean it,” Oliver said, pulling him forwards. Maybe he’d regret this, but as his heart hammered in his chest it certainly felt right to pull Sam towards him, pressing their lips together a second time.

The sneasel melted like an ice cube when Oliver initiated the kiss, his dick throbbing in Oliver’s hand and smearing it with slippery precum. Whatever Gabite had done was clearly not enough for Sam as he thrust excitedly into Oliver’s grip as they swapped saliva.

Sam grew more eager, pressing firmer against him with his whole body until he pushed out of Oliver’s grip and crawled on top of him. With just underwear barring their way, Oliver was able to easily slip them down before Sam got any wise ideas.

Their kiss grew more heated, almost frantic in need with Sam grinding against his chest as he shuffled his way back. Oliver had ideas, at first, of something slow and purposeful, something to ease them both into it.

Sam had other ideas.

He needed something now and Oliver gasped as his dick was pushed up by Sam’s rump. Sam’s fur back there was wet and cooling from Gabite’s cum and he was reminded that Sam didn’t need any warmup.

Oliver grabbed Sam’s hand and squeezed it as Sam lined himself up. His heart was still pounding, and Sam paused long enough for Oliver to say, “G-go ahead, please.”

He bit his lip as he felt his dick be grabbed and pulled forwards, squeezing somewhere between Sam’s cheeks against his abused hole. The flatter tip of his cock needed a little effort to squeeze it into Sam, but the sneasel managed it with just a slight wince.

Oliver moaned as his length was enveloped by wet warmth, the size difference between them ensuring Sam was still tightly squeezing around him as the sneasel backed himself up, sinking himself down in a fluid motion.

Sam gasped as he bottomed out, sitting on Oliver’s lap with everything buried inside of him. Oliver squeezed Sam’s hand, still holding onto it as the sneasel took a moment to adjust.

His walls, silky and slick from Gabite’s cum, squeezed around him, almost sucking him up as the sneasel began to bounce an inch at a time. His legs were still weak from the ravaging Gabite gave him and with his other hand, Oliver steadied him and guided him up further.

It wasn’t nearly as frantic or rough as what Gabite had done to him, and Sam seemed to relish in the sounds that Oliver was making. Needy gasps croaking out of a raw throat. A stifled moan with an urgent thrust up into the sneasel. A soft whisper of Sam’s name repeated over and over in a deepening voice of lust and love.

With Sam’s legs visibly straining to keep his pace, Oliver shifted his hand from his hip to his cock, taking it into his palm again and stroking. Sam made a surprised sound, knees quivering as he nearly dropped onto Oliver’s chest.

He released the handhold and placed a hand on Sam’s back, coaxing him down to lay on him before stroking down his back, gripping his rump and beginning to thrust that little amount he could from this position.

Bringing his other hand around so he could properly grip him, Sam’s cock rubbing against his belly, Oliver began to pump him back and forth in tune with his hips, loving Sam’s nuzzling of his chest and little nips and licks between breathless moans.

He began to speed up as Sam pushed back, leaning up against him briefly to ride him with a flushed smirk. Feeling the human cock press up through his walls, massaging what Gabite had ravaged until more than his knees were quivering.

“C’mon,” Oliver moaned, feeling so very close. His dick throbbed in Sam’s tight, warm, body and they fucked against each other in rising fervour. Sam’s dick bounced, slapping against his belly with a wet slap, strings of precum splattering his upper chest and over his nipples.

Sam slumped over his again, lapping at the lines of precum he’d left. Once his tongue brushed over his nipples and he felt and heard Oliver moan from that he began to attack the nipple, licking and sucking it as they grew closer to the peak.

Sam bit down gently, a crescendo-rising whimper wheezing out from his nose and between his teeth. Oliver’s thrusts were a constant slam into him, grinding his cock into terribly wonderful places until his whole back was tensing with a shiver needing to be released.

Oliver pressed him back urgently, lifting his hips from the ground as he pounded into him, a wordless gasp rising in the back of his throat. The grinding of Sam’s cock against Oliver’s belly was the final tip of the tower and Sam arched his back.

Suddenly he clenched with the force of stone, not a sound escaping him a moment as his body bent more and more, pressing back hard until he’d pressed Oliver fully into him. His cock twitched, hardening against him, before all at once the tension was released.

Sam moaned a long and needy sound, shuddering violently against him as hot seed splashed up Oliver’s chest. He continued to arch further, body clenching and spasming around Oliver’s cock. He got a taste of what Gabite had enjoyed, the almost sucking pressure of Sam trying his best to milk him of everything he had.

He couldn’t hold on like the dragon had, joining the pokemon in a cry of orgasm as all the heat that had built up in his body seemed to burst forth at once.

Their bodies writhed against each other before folding against each other, Oliver’s arms wrapping around Sam and holding him close as his balls emptied their load into his partner, joining the mess that Gabite had left inside him until Sam was well-and-truly drenched.

Oliver fell back, having leaned up during his orgasm, holding Sam to his chest. Sam purred against him, head laying in a stripe of his own cum before he pulled enough forwards to extract Oliver from him. Once that was complete, he settled again, a warm mini blanket against the cold.

Oliver would wake up very sore, not as sore as Sam, cold, not as cold as Oliver, and happy, and just as happy as Oliver.

For now, however, they slept the storm away.