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“Mud holes are THE WORST.”

“Are you kidding me? Mud holes are THE BEST!”

Donovan rolled his eyes as he slumped against the cave wall. “Of course YOU would think that, you’re basically a walking mud hole already.”

“And I’m the best Pokémon you could ever ask for, am I not?” Stalwart the Swampert stuck his tongue out at his trainer. “See, I’m right, so there.”

“I dunno, maybe I should invest in a Tropius. I’m pretty sure they could flatten you in a heartbeat.”

“Sure, if you want something that can’t tank an Ice Beam to save its life. Grass may be my weakness, but it’s my ONLY weakness.”

“I’m fairly sure I was the one who told you that.” Donovan sighed a bit, looking outside the cave opening to the wild storm raging outside. “So...how long do you think it’ll last?”

Stalwart raised a hand in the air. “Well, judging by the pressure in the air, I think we’re in for two to three hours.”

“Fantastic. At least we have shelter...I thought the storms weren’t supposed to come until we were at the next town. I wouldn’t have started on this leg if I’d known...hint, hint.”

“Hey, I can tell you where the storms are...I’m not as great a judge of how fast they’re going. I was wrong, I admit it, but hey, it’s hardly the end of the world!”

True, but it was still annoying. And Don wasn’t entirely convinced that Stal hadn’t misled him deliberately...it was no secret that the Swampert loved thunderstorms, as Swamperts typically did. Getting caught out in the middle of one was as much of a dream for him as it was a pain for Don...though, that hadn’t been the real pain this time. It had more been the fact that Don had spotted shelter from the storm, but a rather large mud hole had stood between them and the cave entrance. Clearly a bunch of Ground-types had been there, and because the rain was already coming down hard, it was a sopping mud pit that he had to try to cross quickly in order to avoid the risk of lightning crashing down on him. And ‘mud’ and ‘quickly’ did not pair well together...several stumbles and falls had come between the first step and his final destination, and as a consequence he was a muddy mess from head to toe.

Not that Stal wasn’t, but he hadn’t been trying to avoid it. In fact, Don was pretty sure Stal had lollygaged behind to romp around a bit, and perhaps had even added some of his own wetness to the mix. Right now his buddy looked more brown than blue, though that would fix itself faster than Don’s issue, considering his body make-up. One reason to be jealous of him.

“Yeah, yeah...well, I’m gonna need some help here. These clothes have to get clean, so I need your water.”

“Aw, but I like the way you look!”

“You might, but that doesn’t matter, this stuff is horribly uncomfortable for me. I don’t have slick skin like yours that it just kinda drips off of eventually. It’s shower time for me.”

“Fine, fine. They’re gonna need a power-washing, though, and you told me I can’t do that to you.”

“Point. I’m not gonna want to be wearing them while wet anyway.” With a grunt, Don started to disrobe, getting the heavy and muddy garments off of his body and spreading them out on the ground. Unfortunately, it meant spreading the mud around on his body more, but he’d be cleaning that off soon enough anyway. As he laid out each piece, Stal went to work spraying it down hard, getting them free of the earth that was sodden on each one. It seemed counterintuitive to most - one would think that a Swampert’s water would just make things more muddy, not less. And while it certainly could if he was trying, the odd twist was that being part Ground-type actually made a Swampert’s unadulterated water MORE effective at mud removal - something in the water itself broke up mud and dirt far more effectively than even other Pokémon, or at least other Pokémon without that particular type combination. So Don knew his clothes would survive...they’d just be drying out for a while. Probably longer than the storm was going to last.

Soon he was standing nude inside the cave, watching as his Pokémon took care of his shoes and socks and underwear, the rest all laid out to dry. With nothing covering his body except mud, he definitely felt exposed, and it was only then that he realized that he hadn’t exactly exercised an abundance of caution. “Stal, please tell me there aren’t any Pokémon living anywhere in here.”

“Nothing but stale scents around. If anyone lived here, they hightailed it long ago.”

“Thank goodness. Last thing I want is to be caught naked in a cave that was already occupied. I know where THAT would go pretty quick…”

“What, that doesn’t sound like a good time to you?” teased Stalwart.

Don rolled his eyes again. “Maybe you’d love getting ambushed and plowed by something twice your size, but I’m good, thanks. You wanna start on me?”

“All right, think I’ve gotten these all as clean as I’m going to anyway. And you’ve got a nice long ways to go, so…shower time!” Stal let loose a water jet that hit Donovan square, nearly toppling the human over and making him stumble backwards a few steps.

“HEY! Cut that out! Lighten up!”

“But you need such a strong cleaning!” snickered Stal with an innocent-sounding voice.

“You know I can’t stand up to that much force! If I get hurt out here you’re gonna have to carry me to town.”

“Fine, fine.” The Swampert let the water flow again, but at a somewhat gentler rate. It was still pretty strong, but at least not so strong that Don couldn’t hold himself up against it. He always worried that one of these days Stal was going to overdo it with his jokes and launch a Hydro Pump or something at him that would crush him against a wall...it wasn’t like Don was delicate, he wasn’t exactly a large person but the workout he’d gotten on the road had made him reasonably tough for his size. But the force a Pokémon like Stal could put out water was enough to shatter rock...even the biggest and toughest humans couldn’t withstand that!

This, though, was much more manageable, and Don was able to start getting the mud off of himself. It was hard to say how sanitary it was, there was probably something in that water that wasn’t exactly the best for him, but as long as it generally stayed outside he wasn’t too worried. And despite the coolness of a Swampert under normal conditions, the water was slightly warm, making it reasonably comfortable as a means of cleaning himself off. He couldn’t quite control where Stal was shooting, but the coverage was pretty good overall anyway and Stal was moving around to wet him down all over. The mud was coming off pretty well, some parts of him were needing to soak for a bit to get fully cleaned but some parts of him were already clear of it. All he needed was a bit of extra focus on the messier parts…

Stal wasn’t aiming for them, though. In fact, he was realizing that the Swampert’s stream had been lingering on his crotch for a good bit. The constant rush was oddly stimulating, and warm enough not to be causing any retreat...he was having the typical male reaction to it, making him flush a bit. It wasn’t the first awkward boner he’d had around Stal, but it never got much easier. “Okay, I think that’s enough there, there’s more of me to get cleaned off.” He figured that would put an end to the shenanigans like usual, but rather than shifting the stream, Stal cut it off completely. “Eh? What are you-”

He didn’t have enough time to react, even though he saw the Swampert rushing him before he hit. It was a full-on tackle, though at least Stal wrapped his arms around him and cushioned the blow against the ground before pinning him to the hard floor. More disconcerting was that his muddy body was undoing a lot of the work that had just been done. “ACK! Stalwart! What the hell?”

“I’m tired of cleaning you! Let’s get you messy.”

“Why would you want to-AH!” Don seized up as he felt something rubbery and rough and slick stroke against his erection. His eyes widened as he saw it...it wasn’t the first time Stal had had a boner around him, either, but it WAS the first time he had deigned to make Don interact with it! Its size was definitely something to envy, a good double his own in both relevant dimensions, and each hump was sending a long run of stimulation along his own shaft, as well as his stomach whenever Stal was far enough forward. The feel of it was something very much unfamiliar, it was clearly a bit pliable and somehow managed to be both slick and scratchy at the same time. Which wasn’t making it easy for him to hold himself back…

“Mm, you feel so good, you’re nice and warm down there,” teased Stal as he rocked back and forth, never letting his cock break contact with Don’s.

“Wh-what are you...ngh, trying to pull here?!” Don was furiously crimson right now, and he wasn’t sure what emotion was contributing most to that. “Get off!”

“That’s what I’m trying to do!” was the cackled response, as he leaned down and gave the human’s cheek a lick. “Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work, all you have to do is enjoy it!”

Before Don could respond to that, a jet of precum splashed up onto his face, and his tongue was suddenly bathed in briny and swampy scent and taste. He struggled a bit, but there was no way he was going to beat Stal in a battle of muscle, and rapidly conceded to the inevitable. This definitely wasn’t like him...but maybe the combination of the storm and the mud had riled him up. He was aware that Pokémon had very different (and considerably looser) rules about consent, and his erection was probably enough of an invitation to him, and if he’d gotten extra worked up that would push him over the edge. All he could do was take the forceful frotting and try to not validate that sudden decision too much.

Which was definitely easier said than done, thanks to that impressive endowment’s properties. It was very tough to stifle his moans at the inordinately pleasurable rubbing, the blissful combination of friction and glide that made every movement so effortless and effective. And the precum was only adding to that, there were ample amounts of it and it was coating his gonads and his torso quite thoroughly...he thought it was supposed to be thin, that’s what he’d heard about Water-types, they came like buckets but it was almost as thin as water itself, but Stal’s was actually rather sludgy and thick and sticky. It must have been the Ground-type in him…

It was a losing battle to keep himself from moaning out, despite his reservations. The damned Swampert was just too good at this, it might not have been entirely with Don’s permission but he was still trying to make the human feel good, and it was working. And he knew it, too, with that cheeky snicker of his. “See, isn’t this fun? I don’t know why I waited so long to do this. You’re already about to go off, I can feel it...you really should masturbate more, you’ll get pent up if you wait so long like this.”

Don didn’t respond to that, trying not to let his mouth open too much lest more of that precum splatter in. The scent was flooding his nose as it was, he didn’t need more of the strong taste on top of that, a bit much for him. Otherwise he would have been happy to tell off the Swampert for yammering about his masturbation habits...even if he was right about how infrequently he did it. Well, it was rather awkward when you had someone else around! But that was probably contributing to the intense throbbing he had after just a short while of this treatment, his own pre shooting against Stal’s dick and dribbling down his own, adding a very minute amount of wetness compared to the state it was already in. It wouldn’t be very long before something more robust came out, though, at this rate...and there was no escaping it, Stal was grinding harder, like he knew how close Don was (and he probably did). And he was starting to realize that Stal had to be close, too, given how much more he was shooting out…

And the Swampert confirmed it a moment later. “Hng...oh, yeah...almost...shower time!” Oh, that blue bastard...

It was really only a matter of who went off first, and as it happened it hit almost at the same time. Which ended up being unfortunate for Don...his back arched a bit, and he couldn’t help but let out an open-mouthed cry as he felt his climax hit. A moment later, his mouth was the victim of the first pulse of Stal’s seed, which splattered down on his face and easily got inside, plastering his tongue with the goopy fluid. It was about ten times more potent and flavorful than the precum, his brain protesting at the sheer strength of it, but in the throes of ecstasy he couldn’t keep himself under control enough to shut his mouth or avoid it...the vast majority of it ended up on him rather than in him, painting his chest and stomach and face with viscous spunk, the dingy white coating just about all of those parts of him before Stal was done. He couldn’t even tell that any of his own mess was on him, even though he’d had a fairly robust release himself the load provided by Stal was just overpowering. And of course it felt just as warm as his water, because Don needed to know that explicitly.

Stal thrummed a bit in satisfaction as his prodigious load finally tapered off. “Ah...that was a lot more fun than just shooting you with water.” He snickered a bit at the panting human underneath him. “See, isn’t getting messy a lot more fun than getting clean?”

“Ha ha...very funny.” Maybe he would have been a bit more amused if he hadn’t just swallowed a fair bit of briny slime. “Now I have to get clean again, from your mud as well as that mud outside. I hope your cum washes off as easily as the mud.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. But if we’re going to be cleaning you again, my water’s only good at cleaning you outside. I don’t think it’ll reach inside...I’m gonna have to do something a lot more interesting to get in there!”

“What are you tal-” It took a second, but it registered. “Ah! Hey, no one said anything about inside! I just need the outside!”

“Oh, pooh, inside gets dirty, too. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that for you!” Now Don knew why he was still pinned, as Stal dragged his cock along his body and then down towards his rear end. His struggles renewed a bit, but they were no less futile than before. All he could do was brace himself for the entry.

Not that he really could, when he was in no way ready for what was coming. That cock sank in to the hilt with basically no interference, the slickness making it slip in and slide along his inner walls without so much as a hint of fuss despite the intense stretch. It certainly felt a lot less pliable when that thickness was spearing in like that! Fortunately it was painless, but he felt that odd roughness on the surface, not just from Stal’s cock itself but the remains of his seed that had been smeared on it. He was going to be in for a ride…

Dammit. I even said it out loud, I knew how it would go down if I was ambushed by a Pokémon while naked in a cave. I just didn’t think my OWN Pokémon would be the one to ambush me...and I probably gave him the fucking idea. Lesson learned.

“Holy SHIT, you’re tighter than a panicking Shellder back there!” Stalwart groaned out in pleasurable contentment as he rocked in and out of the human’s ass. “We clearly don’t get you enough action! You should really have a toy or something, it’ll help keep you a bit less tense!”

“Gah...you slimy fucker…”

“I know I am! Doesn’t change anything I said! I’ll get you, ah, a nice earthen dildo, all-natural is best anyway! Or maybe I’ll just, hrngh, loosen you up myself, that’ll be, ungh, a win for both of us!”

He had no idea if Stal was being serious or not - it was impossible to tell with him sometimes. Right now it was hard to care more about that than the slick shaft driving into him at a speed that was a bit more than he would have liked for his first anal adventure. Not that his body seemed to mind, the way it was buzzing with pleasure...it was borderline impossible not to feel good from the constant stroking of that rubbery shaft, enough friction to heat things up and enough lube to cool it down, making it alternate between warm and cool and prove immensely stimulating. And the pounding against his prostate was ruthless, though that was more because Stal was just so thick that regular thrusts stretched him enough to easily squeeze that button. Despite the very recent climax, the treatment had Donovan hard again, and given how long it had been since he’d last taken the time to get some release, it was more than conceivable that a second orgasm was well within reach. Which was playing right into the Swampert’s hands, he knew, but at this point what choice did he have other than letting him do as he pleased? Even if he had the wherewithal to put up resistance (fat chance with the way he was squirming under the rutting), there was no getting out from under the powerful Pokémon.

So finally, he just gave it, and let the moans come out freely. And as he was sure, Stal got even more vigorous when he heard them. “There we go! Let it all out, that’ll help clean out those stuffy insides as well! Mmm, yeah, already, rrf, working on getting out all that old stale cum you’ve got in there...gotta keep it fresh, you know!”

“Ungh...Stal…”

“Hee, I like hearing my name a whole lot more dripping with lust! Feel free to do that more!” Stal wasn’t missing a beat despite the teasing, in fact if anything he was going at it harder and faster, and shooting tacky precum all over his trainer’s innards. Despite the sticky nature of it, Don was certain he was feeling it make things slicker still, and yet also somehow ramping up the friction even more, making each hot period hotter and each cool period cooler. It was making him more sensitive over time, and pretty soon he was throbbing hard, on the verge of letting loose in another messy display...and, well, he was already messy, so did it really matter?

He never arrived at an answer, as Stal forced the issue by suddenly ramping up his ramming, making Don cry out as everything doubled in intensity without warning. And given how close he was, that easily shoved him over - bis back arched and voice called out into the cave as jets of semen geysered up into the air and splashed onto Stal and himself. Somehow this felt even more forceful than the first, he could swear he could feel his balls contracting to squirt out pent-up seed and get some well-needed relief...his ass, however, co-opted the tension and tightened down on that thick tool pounding him, and Don was dimly aware of the throbbing Stal had in him. The rush was coming and there was no way he was prepared for it…

When it hit, it hit hard. Stal bellowed out into the cave as he unleashed a gusher into Don - the human’s eyes bugging out as a flood of thick cum poured into him in heavy spurts, quickly taking up every bit of available space and then some. It was like a fire hose directly inserted into his rectum, both in volume and energy, and it took very little time before Don felt himself getting bloated up with the sheer amount of swampy spunk being injected into him. The rapidly building pressure was soon visibly evident, making him groan and grunt a bit as the discomfort built and the swell in his gut increased. Thankfully, Stal’s orgasm faded away before it got too bad...he wondered how it would have felt if the first climax had been the one inside his body, that seemed even more voluminous.

The pressure eased somewhat as the Swampert pulled out of Don, though the initial rush slowed pretty quickly thanks to the viscosity of the jizz inside him. His limbs were finally freed as Stal stepped back, grinning as he admired his handiwork. “There we go! Gave you a nice emptying and a nice filling! And got you properly messy! Now a cleaning will feel really good!”

Don groaned at that; Stal sounded way too energetic still after two orgasms. “Ugh...I think I was fine just cleaning off what I had on me the first time. Holy fuck, how do you have so much cum in YOU? The hell does it come from?”

“Same place the water does! I’m just all full of wetness!”

“Okay, whatever, I’m gonna ask that question later. Man, I hope this stuff comes out more quickly than it feels like. And comes off quickly...are we gonna finally get this cleaning done now?”

“Mmm...nope!”

“What? Hey!” Don yelped as Stal grabbed him and slung him over his shoulder. “What the hell?”

“You think I’m gonna sit around bored for a couple hours while we wait for the rain to stop? No way! Your clothes are drying anyway, so we don’t have to care about that! And if I’m gonna clean you up, it’s only gonna be once...so let’s get messier before that!”

“What? Wait! Hang on!” Don cried out as he realized Stal was taking him outside. “It’s a thunderstorm out there, it’s dangerous!”

“Silly! There’s no thunder! It’s just raining buckets! And there’s a nice big mudhole out there just waiting for us! Bet I can get you shooting a couple more times out there, too!”

Don tried to protest, but he knew it was futile. The floodgates had been opened, literally and figuratively, and Stal seemed plenty determined to make sure he was well-fucked. And he had a feeling this wasn’t going to be the last time...the only question was how long it would be before he was into it without reservation.