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The stillness of the cold cave air was broken by the sound of a man clambering over a row of stalagmites, attempting not to damage the ancient rock formations. Huffs, puffs and grumbles echoed through the darkness as he twisted and contorted around the spikes and columns populating the cavern. His efforts were lit in neon orange as the glow stick hanging from his backpack strap provided the only light in the cave.

Thomas cursed his luck at having landed on the combination flashlight/lantern stowed in one of the pockets, smashing the glass and snapping the bulb from it's mount. He'd be getting a far more durable one once they reached Bait Bay. He turned to see how his travelling companion was holding up, and was a little annoyed to see Zana perched on a nearby rock chowing down on another poketreat as she looked on in amusement at the man bending around the rocky spires.

“So, how much further?" She asked, licking her sharp teeth to get every last scrumptious bit of treat. “You said it'd be only a few hours."

“Ugh-" Thomas squeezed himself through a narrow gap, almost faceplanting on the rocky floor before steadying himself. “On. The. Surface." He grumbled, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “I said before, this cave is winding around. Still haven't found that stream the doctor mentioned. Did we take the wrong cave?"

“Aside from that massive drop you almost slid down, there hasn't been another branch." Zana said matter-of-factly. She'd been so high and mighty the entire trip, and it had been driving Thomas insane. “Thought you might have at least brought a map-"

“Okay." He growled, having had enough. This seemed to only make Zana smile wider, knowing she was getting to him. “Break time." He unbuckled the pack and let it fall to the ground while he arched his back, stretching. “Oh yyyeeeaaahhh…" He moaned, arms outstretched as several vertebrae popped back into place. “Much better." He caught Zana looking him over out the corner of one eye and smirked. Mind whirring - and slightly dizzy from the spinal cracking - Thomas came upon his revenge for the last couple hours worth of sass.

“So," He said, bending down to touch his toes as he stretched out the evening's stresses. “Now that we've come clean about who we really are, what did you think about my story?"

“Your story?" Zana asked, slightly confused as she found a comfortably smooth rock to lay upon.

“Life story. Couldn't help but notice your illusion faltering a few times with some of the details." He was turned away from the pokemon with the biggest grin plastered across his face, kneeling down to pull out a ration pack and some water. She still had some poketreats left in the pack, so he zipped the pack up and sat down.

There was a brief silence while Zana tried to find an answer that wouldn't give Thomas the wrong - or perhaps right - idea. “I'm out of practice. How is it that you Humans say? 'I'm a little rusty', is that it?"

“Rusty, sure." Thomas said sarcastically. But then he remembered what she had said after he'd opened up to her and before she'd revealed herself. “Honestly though." He sighed, his desire to make her uncomfortable was lost as the need to clarify things grew. With a more serious tone - catching Zana's full attention - he continued. “After everything you've been through, what do you think of me?"

The silence was more awkward than before, but after a moment Zana turned the question back on him “What exactly do you want to ask me?"

He knew she knew full well what he meant, but taking a few seconds to properly craft his response in his mind Thomas eventually spoke “The past you spoke of, where you were… forced… to do things. With humans. Adult humans. Someone like me must seem like dirt to you. I- I just," He took a deep breath, unable to find the right words. “I just want you to know I'd never force someone - human or pokemon - and the fact that it kinda started that way without me knowing-"

“Excuse me?" Zana was up to standing, striding over to Thomas with fire in her eyes. “'Started that way'?!" She was standing in front of Thomas, arms akimbo as she looked down on his wide-eyed form. “Explain. NOW!"

Thomas felt the word impact him from all sides as the cave echoed her command for almost a minute. Gulping, he took a breath to calm himself and explained. “The Zygarde. They were using me to test some ideas they had about human-pokemon interactions. I had no clue until a few nights ago, when they told me."

“They. Told. You." She spat, still quite incensed.

“They admitted to influencing other pokemons minds so I wouldn't be in danger. But…" Zana's cocked eyebrow meant she didn't have to say 'But…' back at Thomas for him to continue. “But there were other pokemon they just influenced anyway. Once I found that out, I… I…"

“You what?!" Zana barked.

“I was pissed!" Thomas shouted back, before lowering his tone. “And I felt guilty, like it was my fault. But I knew there was nothing I could do about what happened, I just had to make things better from then on. Which is why I told them to never do that to a pokemon ever again. At least…" Zana gave him another, more powerful death stare. He huffed, defeated. “They made me agree to them using their mind-powers only if I was in a situation where if they didn't, I'd die."

The Zoroark stared at him for close to a minute. He'd unwittingly taken advantage of nearly twenty pokemon, but had also been taken advantage of himself to a certain degree. “And you liked it?"

Her question caught Thomas a little off guard. “I, well, yeah." He wasn't sure where this was leading, but had no reason to lie at this stage; least of all because she could probably tell if he did anyway.

“Why?"

Again, Thomas was unsure what the question meant to Zana, but he took a deep breath and answered as truthfully as he could admit. “At first, it was because… I'd been alone. For so, so long. Having Jeremy care about me, hold me close, love me…" He smiled as a tear rolled its way down one cheek. “All in one day I'd gone from being alone, a failed Trainer before I'd even began. Then I was suddenly important, and I had company and someone who cared, y'know?"

Zana looked at him with a sad glossiness to her eyes, spiteful that this human would get such a chance at happiness, but not her. “And then?" Thomas looked at her puzzled. “You said at first. So then…" she rolled her hand around, gesturing for him to continue.

Thomas gulped with the realisation that he'd left himself open like that. But there was no sense denying his more recent revelations. It was part of who he was. “After a while, I liked being… well, being used."

It was Zana's turn to stare at Thomas wide eyed and open mouthed. It was then she noticed the wide leather cuffs the man had firmly buckled to his wrists were not there for athletic purposes or from some injury, they had thick metal rings for restraint. While she had been forced into servitude, Thomas had taken to it willingly; a fact she had a great deal of trouble processing until - with a serious glare - she raised her clawed foot and placed it on his chest, pushing him back.

Thomas was shocked but allowed her to pin him with minimal protest; his pitiful struggles having no real effort behind them. “Zana!" He coughed as she put more weight on his chest.

“Thomas." She said. It was the first time hearing a pokemon speak his name aloud - not counting her old lady illusion earlier - and it was powerful. Zana shifted weight to her back foot, making the claws on Thomas' chest merely present, and not overly painful. “Are you a poke-slut?"

He gulped. It was a revelation he'd had to himself, but not one he'd ever voiced to another. He nodded, slowly.

Zana's foot slid further up the man's chest, claws pressing down on his collarbone. “Say it."

The situation had gone entirely out of Thomas' control. He knew he was no match for a mostly-healed Zoroark at the best of times. So wrestling his way out was not an option. So once again, he took the honest route “I am a poke-slut."

“I didn't hear you." She grinned wickedly. It was quiet enough in the cave to hear a Cutiefly sneeze a mile away.

“I; Thomas Drake," he all but shouted into the darkness “am a pokemon slut!" The last word bounced back and forth accusatorially throughout the cavern as Zana - seemingly pleased with herself - took her foot off. But not before sliding it against his bulging package, forcing a guttural moan from the mans lips.

Zana returned to her previous position and finished the poketreat she was halfway through with a shit eating grin. Thomas returned to his rations red faced from embarrassment, scoffing them down as fast as possible. The silence between them was broken when he crawled over to his pack to stuff the empty ration container in the trash pocket. “Let's keep going." He said, cheeks practically glowing.

Zana nodded, extending a hand toward the dark tunnel before them “After you, slut." Thomas froze, not expecting the slur. He turned to respond but looking onto her defiant gaze he thought better of it and half sighed, half grumbled into the darkness.

Several minutes of nothing but the sound of footsteps on stone went by, Thomas too embarrassed to continue his line of questioning and Zana too proud to give in to the awkwardness. But eventually Thomas could bear it no more. “You don't have to call me that."

“Don't you like it? Ssslllut?" She sensually moaned, giving the man shivers.

“Not in public, no." Thomas had said before he could stop himself.

“HA!" Zana victoriously cheered “So you DO like it." If Thomas was capable of turning any more red he would have. Zana - meanwhile - was having the time of her life. Through the many years of being a human plaything, she'd encountered a few humans who wanted her to dominate them. And while the first time had her fumbling about a fair bit, the welcome break from being the submissive is what kept her sane. She ensured those humans - clients, as 'He' referred to them - would return regularly, to give her a break as much as anything else. And here was a human not only willing to be used by pokemon, but experienced in it. Thomas being that way didn't change Zana's view of humans as a whole, but she was beginning to like this one.

Thomas huffed. “Just… keep it to the cave."

“Just the cave?" She asked wryly.

Thomas had to stop and take a moment to think about the implications of that question before continuing. “Depends on where else you'd want to go."

Zana stopped briefly, also having to consider the man's statement. “Depends where you're going."

Thomas could feel the tension building. “Then just not around other humans."

“Hmmm." Zana mused “So you're fine letting other pokemon know you're a slut?"

“Zana," Thomas sighed “Most pokemon don't care. Most humans do."

“Madame Zana." She said, testing the waters.

Thomas stopped, turning towards the Zoroark. “Madame, Mistress, whatever you want me to call you I will." the man said abruptly, surprising himself in the process. “But we need to get out of this cave.

He turned to continue walking but a claw landing on his shoulder prevented him. “Better, but I'm not convinced."

“Excuse me?"

“Excuse me, Mistress." Zana corrected.

Thomas could see where this was headed, and sighed. “Excuse me, Mistress. But I already have a Master, you'll have to take it up with him." He grinned, turning to head down the cave and wondering what Zana's reaction would be.

He didn't have to wait long. In a split second she was in front of him, the area around the two licked by illusory flame as she stood with arms crossed, blocking his way. “I don't see any other pokemon around here." She took a step closer, grabbing Thomas' shoulder and pinching hard enough to force him to his knees.

“FUCK!" Thomas cried, falling to the floor. Looking up he was at eye level with the Zoroark's sex. She was wet, very wet. And given how long she had been waiting in that cave, Thomas figured his appearance must have awakened some sort of sex hungry beast within her. He took a few deep breaths thinking about the situation he'd gotten himself into. But all he could think about was Zana's glistening slit. He'd have blamed the Zygarde but after their last few meetings he'd gotten used to sensing the presence of the other mind, and that was absent now.

Scrunching his eyes closed, Thomas tried to separate himself from the situation and think straight. Using the ache in his shoulder, he focused on the pain and brought some modicum of clear headedness to his mind. 'Zana's damaged.' he thought, realising how many of his current pokemon fit the same bill, albeit in other ways. 'I can't just give in. She must want it. Really want it. She must make the decision.' the man let out a frustrated sigh 'Not sure if Jeremy'll like this, but here goes nothing.' “Fine."

“That's 'Fine, Mistress'." Zana practically purred.

“No, just Fine." Thomas said, an evil grin crossing his face. “But if you want to be my Mistress and have my respect, then you gotta earn it." In a swift move he unclipped the pack and shed it, lunging for the Zoroark. It was a risky move but he hoped she would play ball given her state.

Zana let loose a panicked yelp as Thomas tackled her, pinning the Zoroark's wrists to the ground “Get off!" She commanded, but Thomas - being slightly larger than the pokemon - used his full weight to pin her. His sizeable bulge from all the teasing pressed against the pokemon's mound, causing a squeaked moan.

“You want to dominate me?!" He growled, leaning down to whisper in her ear “Then try harder."

Incensed at his disobedience, Zana pulled her legs up and under the man's waist, then kicked, launching Thomas off her, the man stumbling to a stand several yards away. She was quick to her feet and used her illusion to reduce the entire area to 'Galarian mist' levels of visibility. Thomas was on his guard but had no idea where she'd be coming from. Taken entirely by surprise, Zana leapt from the grey onto the man's shoulders, her legs wrapping tightly around his head, pressing his face into her crotch. He tumbled, but managed to get a stone pillar behind him to support the added weight.

Without a second thought, Thomas lashed his tongue against the moist lips until he found the sensitive nub above them. From what his tongue could tell, Zana's sex was very human-like, and as he sucked her clit into his mouth she certainly reacted the way he exected. “AH! ARK!" She yowled, her base animalistic nature awakened. But despite his compliance with her positioning, Thomas was crafting his reversal. With her riding his face that way he was helpless, but if he could force her legs to uncross…

Sliding down the pillar slowly, Thomas made his way to the floor, laying down with Zana's crossed ankles behind his shoulders. The pressure of two bodies pressing those joints into stone was enough for her to change position and have her legs either side of the man's head. Once released, Thomas grabbed Zana by the waist and bodily spun her around to face the other way. She stiffened from the sudden move, but with one long lap of his tongue against her pussy's sensitive entrance Zana buckled enough to force her muzzle down to his crotch.

With a practiced tug, Thomas' member was released into the cold air, the bulk of it slapping the underside of Zana's chin. She shook her head, but Thomas thrust his tongue deep into her twitching passage. Upon hearing her lust-fuelled moan the man grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down onto his member.

Zana's eyes bulged as the meaty rod was thrust down her throat. Despite it being some time since her days in captivity, her muscle memory went straight back to what it knew and gulped Thomas' cock down to the hilt. He felt her descend and how eagerly she was attending to him and realised the whole thing was taking a sharp turn down a bad path. He was not about to take advantage of another pokemon. Pulling back almost out of her mouth Thomas then rammed his cock past Zana's lips, snapping her out of her cock-hungry stupor.

Zana blinked, realising what position Thomas had her in and pushed his hands off her head. After a deep breath she grabbed his cock with one paw and squeezed. “AAAHN!" Thomas yelped, the pain just a little more than he was comfortable with. Climbing off the man's face, Zana positioned herself over Thomas' throbbing member, rubbing the purple tip against her dripping labia.

“What are you?" She growled.

Thomas grimaced in pain as Zana squeezed harder.

“A Pokemon Trainer!" He said, purposefully annoying the Zoroark. She squeezed harder, once claw scratching down across his balls. “GAH! I'm-" She twisted the shaft away from her before slapping it against her pussy.

“What. Are. You!"

“A Poke-slut!" Thomas blurted out. His cock throbbed at the admittance, belying his true feelings.

“MY Poke-Slut!" Zana growled. She could see the spark of anger in Thomas' eyes and realised his love for Jeremy ran significantly deeper than she gave him credit for. “For now, at least." She spat, easing his gaze and returning the atmosphere to something more mutually fun. Releasing the aching tool Zana impaled herself on it, causing both the Mistress and her human pet to release a needy moan.

“Yes Mistress." Thomas agreed. 'It would do for now' he thought, the discussion of boundaries as far as Jeremy was concerned could wait until they were all in a room. Along with how Carmen would be considered in all this mess. But thoughts of future discussions were quickly abandoned as Zana began grinding on top of Thomas, his member deep inside her slick passage.

It felt like the most luxurious pussy he'd had the pleasure of being inside. Not too tight, not too loose, just the right size. Even her depth was wonderful. He dared not think about whether it was Zoroark anatomy or gradual acclimatisation, but instead of the sharper curve he'd felt most other pokemon have at the back of their pussy, Zana's was considerably more gradual; allowing his cock to bend around it with just enough pressure to get maximum sensation without pain. It was altogether too much for the man to handle.

But so was Thomas' turgid cock for the Zoroark. Having been ravished by the man's tongue after so long going without, Zana's body gave in to the man's throbbing totem of masculinity. “Z-z-zohhh… rrrohhaaAAARK!" She cried, body tensing as she slammed her pelvis down on Thomas'. The man was right on the edge, but he was holding it back, holding it back for what he hoped to hear next. With considerable panting and a limpness to her body, Zana finally moaned “Cum for me, my little poke-slut. Cum…"

Zana's body tensed as Thomas loosed his pent up seed deep within the Zoroark's hungry pussy. Her muscles contracted again, pushing her into a second climax right after the first had subsided due to the flood of warmth in her belly. Thomas wanted to grab her hips and hold her down, but keeping those more assertive urges to the back of his mind, he instead opted to 'groom' the pokemon's fur. Gently, he ran fingers through her thick thigh fur, raking small paths down to her knee before starting over.

The two relaxed in that position for quite some time, Thomas' fingers tracing their way all across the Zoroark's body, from neck to toe. For whatever reason Zana did not like his fingers anywhere near her face or long, tangled mane. So Thomas left them well enough alone, showing affection to his recently acquired Mistress via other parts of her body.

Once the two had relaxed a fair bit, Thomas sighed. “We should probably keep going."

Zana simply lay down on top of him. “No. Your mistress orders you to rest." She placed her head on his chest and took a deep breath. After a long time, she whispered “I know what you did."

“What I did?" Thomas responded, both a little annoyed that he needed to play this word game.

“For me."

“Whatever do you mean, Mistress?" Zana turned to look him dead in the eye with her deep blue eyes and Thomas lost the joking attitude. He sighed, understanding what her comment was regarding. “I couldn't take advantage of you. But you needed a push." Zana grunted. She knew it was true, she so easily slipped back into her old ways. “It's a shame, really." Thomas chuckled.

“What is?" Zana asked with a mix of caution and threat in her voice; as though if Thomas answered wrong he'd be left chained somewhere.

“Stuck down this hole so long, waiting for someone like me to come along while a couple hundred yards away a Blaziken Domme was having her pick of every trainer passing through the gym." Thomas exaggerated. But the point was made as Zana's eyes grew wide.

“There's a what?" She asked, claws digging into Thomas' shoulders. He winced a little, so she retracted them just enough that he could still feel their tips.

“Yeah, part of the story I left out." Thomas grinned, colour flushing his cheeks as he remembered the party. “There's a sex dungeon in the hot springs under the gym. The gym leader is her pokemon's sub, and last night was… intense." He wrapped his arms around the Zoroark experimentally, and her claws pulled back fully as she sank into him. “You'd have loved it. I'll bring you as my plus one next time."

“Hmm," Zana mused, dragging a claw across the man's chest. “Or you'll be mine." She licked along his neck line. “But for now, we both need rest." She nuzzled closer, practically curling up in Thomas' embrace. “Mmmm, my little poke-slut." He rolled his eyes, allowing the darkness to overtake him.

Thomas awoke to the oddly rhythmic sound of metal scraping against rock. He opened his eyes to pitch black darkness. Attempting to slap the side of his neck to scare away any Crobat there, his hand was stopped by a furry claw. A muzzle pressed against his ear and whispered “Shhh…"

The man took several quiet but deep breaths as he tried to calm down. Given how the previous one had run out, Zana cracked a new glowstick and placed it gently on the ground nearby. Thomas' eyes bugged open at the sight of two Steelix wrapped around each other. Another whisper wormed it's way into the man's mind “Don't worry, they can't see us, or the light." Thomas' heart slowed a little, but began raging again as he felt several claws rake against his member.

He looked at Zana with panic in his eyes, head rapidly shaking as he tried to convey how bad an idea it was. But she continued regardless, an evil grin creeping across her face. His member, acting against it's owner's desires slowly engorged from the stimulation. Thomas stifled moan after moan as Zana played with her toy. She pointed back to the two Steelix and Thomas finally came to the realisation as to the rhythmic nature of the sound they were making.

Barely visible within their coils, Thomas spotted a long, metallic cock pumping into and out of the larger Steelix. He turned his head, whispering into Zana's pointed black ear “Are they-" She nodded in response, squeezing his cock as a way of telling him to keep quiet. It took a moment, but eventually the furry paws were pumping at the same pace of the pokemon couple several yards away. Thomas had to use every ounce of willpower of his barely awoken self to refrain from moaning aloud at Zana's ministrations.

Thomas could hear grunted moans and groans from the couple, and while to him it sounded like the usual pokemon language, Zana seemed to be reacting to it. When she realised his confusion, she grinned in a way that let him know she thought of herself as superior. “If only you could understand the things they moan." She chuckled, licking his cheek. “So dirty," She whispered again, her breath against his neck causing goosebumps to spread across his body “so very sexy." Thomas bit his lower lip and scrunched his eyes shut, pleasure overriding his senses.

Zana grabbed his chin with her other paw, “You will look." She commanded, and Thomas' eyes opened. “Look how passionately they fffuck." She moaned into his ear, accentuating the last word lustily. “Is it the sight of his thick cock making you hump against me, or her sloppy cunt?" Sharp teeth painfully nibbled the man's ear lobe as she whimpered sexily."

“B-both, Mistress…" Thomas admitted breathlessly. This seemed to have the desired effect in Zana as she drew her clawed hand from his chin to her needy pussy and began fingering herself. “I-I want his fat cock inside me…" He moaned into the Zoroark's ear “while I pound her juicy pussy."

“D-Do you now…" She muttered as Thomas caught a glimpse of Zana's other hand thrusting fingers in and out of her snatch.

“Mistress," Thomas breathed, running one hand down her side. “Would you like me to take care of that for you?"

Zana stopped both her pumping of Thomas' cock, and her own fingering. It really had been so very long since she'd had someone looking to care for her, let alone be her submissive pet. She thanked Arceus for her luck and licked the man's earlobe. “Yes my pet, you may service me." Tingles spread outwards from her pussy in anticipation, talking like that filling her with such a sense of power and control. A feeling she'd missed.

Thomas quietly positioned Zana in front of him, his erect cock lightly pressed against the small of her back. While she flicked her sizeable ponytail over to one side. Placing light and loving pecks along her shoulder and neck, Thomas worked his lips toward her jawline, treating her cheek the way she had his before moving to the other side. This gave his fingers time to trace down the Zoroark's sides and thighs before gently massaging against her moist slit.

Zana sighed in bliss while Thomas pampered her senses. His strong touch never too hard as he brushed his fingertips through her fur and across her sex. Even as he entered her with his middle and ring fingers, he used the others to spead her ever so slightly, allowing the digits a much smoother entry. She stifled a growing growl into a quiet whimper as Thomas' fingers hilted themselves in her black lips. Holding his hand there and still placing gentle kisses along her neck, Thomas slid his other hand up her belly and under her chest fur.

The man's eyes bulged and his body froze. He gulped as his hand gently squeezed the thing he'd just discovered. A Breast. “Z-Zana?" Thomas said, concerned and forgetting the Domme/sub act.

The Zoroark sighed. This time her voice burrowed straight into his head, the conversation apparently necessary to have without the adrenaline rush of risking being heard by the Steelix lovers. “Feel them. They are real." Thomas did as he was told and keeping one hand buried in her most sensitive of places, he used the other to locate the second breast and squeeze that as well. “Because of my fur, nobody could tell. 'He' made me get the operation done. Made me into… this."

Zana was about to pull forward and get off Thomas, but he held her tight. “Zana-"

“Mistress." She said out of habit, disapproving of him holding her down.

“No, Zana. I need you to be serious." He whispered, still holding her tight, but removing his fingers from her pussy and breast to hug her around the midsection. “Whether you have them or not, I'm still here with you now. If you want them gone, I can help organise that. Just be you." Thomas wasn't sure if his words were too corny or not, but as Zana leaned back into his embrace with a relieved sigh he relaxed.

“Is it wrong that I like them?" She asked far more nervous than Thomas had ever heard her.

“Not at all." Thomas whispered, still keeping one eye on the mating Steelix. “We are what we make of ourselves. They may have been forced upon you, but it's up to you to accept them."

Zana sighed, seemingly having made up her mind about something before sliding up Thomas' lap a little, causing his semi-hard cock to flop out between her legs and brush against her slit. The two stifled their moans, the lovemaking steelix pausing briefly to check the cave for a possible audience. Hearing nothing else he returned to the job, and Zana returned Thomas' hands to her breasts. “Play with them." She ordered, and the man did so enthusiastically.

As his cock hardened, Zana rubbed herself along Thomas' length; coating him in her juices from base to tip. Every time she reached the head, the Zoroark would pause briefly, gyrate as though about to let it inside her then slide back, denying the man. And every time she did that, his cock would throb and twitch wildly, as though furious at her constant refusal and teasing. The sensation of the cool air and warmth of her legs was almost too much for Thomas, but he kept his cool and pushed the growing orgasm deeper and deeper.

But Zana had other plans. Having slid forward to the throbbing head, she slid further until it pressed against her puckered rear. And with a twist and stretch of her lower back she expertly guided his cock into her arse, slowly descending upon the turgid rod until she was fully impaled. Thomas was breathless, the tight hot confines of the Zoroarks arse kneading him as she flexed her muscles. His grip on Zana's breasts became firmer, thumbs pressing hard against her nipples as she let out a lusty moan.

This got the male steelix's attention again, the pokemon stopping what he was doing much to the annoyance of his partner to give the room a quick check to determine what that noise was. Zana chuckled, turning to Thomas to sigh in his ear “I cannot read minds, but for my illusions to work I have to be able to sense surface thoughts and emotions." She placed a claw against the underside of Thomas' chin. “Watch this."

Thomas looked from one steelix to the other and back trying to figure out what Zana was doing. Then the female's glance landed squarely on the human and Zoroark across the cave. She looked at Zana's face, then down to the human cock wedged firmly - and deeply - in her arse. Zana put a finger to her lips in a silent 'Shush' before whispering “Why don't you wave?" After the man had extracted one hand from Zana's breast to give a sheepish wave, the pokemon slid a claw through the metal ring on his cuff and pulled the hand back down to her crotch, showing the larger of the two steelix what the hierarchy was.

As the male returned grunting in annoyance at having found nothing, he followed his partner's stare to where Thomas and Zana were hiding. Thomas could tell from how his gaze did not fall on either of the cave's intruders that the Zoroark still had him under her spell. She mimed another 'Shush' to the female Steelix before placing a hand on each of Thomas' and getting him to return to his ministrations.

Realising the Zoroark was keeping her partner out of the loop, the larger steelix all but tackled her male counterpart, slamming his cock into her metallic snatch while stealing the occasional glance toward the other couple of lovers. Zana moaned - loving the exhibitionism - while Thomas grunted softly with each of her gyrations.

The four fucked their respective partners for some time; the steelix's metallic cock pistoning into the other's hungry pussy while Zana put on a show of being fingered, groped and taken from behind by her human lover. The whole scenario drove Thomas to new heights, his hands held in place by red and black claws while his Mistress had him on display for a pokemon large and strong enough to crush him with a casual swipe of her tail. And throughout it all, he still was amazed by the alien notion of this pokemon having what would probably pass for C cups under her bushy chest fur.

An almost mechanical groan reverberated through the cave, like some ancient machinery seizing up. Thomas could feel the vibrations shake through the ground and into his bones, the noise at first causing concern until he realised it's source. The larger of the two Steelix had siezed up, her coils tightly holding the male's cock inside her as they both rode headlong into their climax. Seeing her lustful gaze fall upon him was not only enough to free him of the concern he had from hearing her orgasmic moan, but drove him over the edge himself.

As his cock twitched and throbbed, Thomas slipped his index finger into Zana's pussy alongside the other two and as deep as he could get it while roughly squeezing her breast. She yelped at the show of force before the sensations pushed her past breaking point as well. It also was enough to drop her illusion and the sudden burst of light from the glow stick combined with the Zoroarks climactic vocalisations were enough to make the male steelix aware of their presence.

To say he was irate would be an understatement, but fortunately he was the smaller of the two and his lover kept him firmly in place. Like Zana, the female Steelix was not about to let that cock out of her until she was ready. Didn't stop him from wriggling about impatiently though.

Zana sighed, falling backwards into Thomas' embrace as he withdrew his fingers gently from her pussy to wrap her up in a comforting hug. “Thank you Mistress." He whispered into her ear, a smile stretching from cheek to cheek across both their blushing faces.

“You performed wonderfully, my little poke-slut." She said loud enough for the Steelix pair to hear. They turned wide eyed to the other couple, the male's jaw hanging open in disbelief. Thomas blushed even more, not that the dim light of the orange glowstick was bright enough to portray any change. “Come." She commanded, and this time Thomas didn't reply sarcastically. The Zoroark stood up, Thomas' seed dribbling down her thighs “Let us leave these lovers in peace."

Thomas was about to put his clothes on when Zana shot him a predatory glance. Slowly stuffing his shorts in the bag, followed by his shirt, undies and socks, he slipped on his shoes and the pack to catch up with Zana; his new Mistress. His firm body glistening in the orange glow of the stick now clipped to the pack brought a low growling whistle from the female steelix as she waggled her eyebrows at him.

Thomas had no idea what she was going on about, given his cock at best was a third the length of her partners, and even his thigh wouldn't have been as wide as it's thickest part. He tried shrugging it off as her having an appreciation for the male form in general, but what did that mean for a pokemon? 'Any male form? Human or not?' Thomas considered before hearing Zana clear her throat up ahead. He blinked, getting his head back in the game as he turned to the almost out of sight steelix couple and bowed politely before turning a corner in the cave and disappearing from sight.

After a few hundred meters Zana told Thomas he could put his clothes back on and - in a way that would otherwise have been an apology if not for her tone - admitted to wanting to show off her dominance of a human to help prevent the male from trying to take Thomas on in the emotionally compromised state he was in. “So, Thomas." She said, allowing the post-coital atmosphere a little more informality “You've had the pleasure and privilege of having me just about every way possible."

“Yes Mistress." He replied, but her look to him prompted the man to correct himself. “-Zana."

She nodded, smiling warmly. “How was your first Zoroark?"

“Not gonna lie." Thomas sighed, pulling his shoes back on and tying them up. He stood slowly, picking a portion of the cave floor lower than where Zana was standing so they could be at the same eye-level. “But you're… perfect." He rolled his own eyes at the corniness of it. “What I mean is-"

But Zana silenced him with a kiss. It was passionate and forceful, emphasising that she was shutting him up. After several seconds she spoke into his mind “I can read surface thoughts, remember?" She pulled away from the kiss and brought Thomas into a tight embrace, whispering into his ear “You said enough." She could feel his remembered sensations about her pussy being the perfect size, about her silky muzzle eagerly swallowing his cock and her arse kneading at his member. Her cuppable, gropeable breasts and her luxurious fur. He loved every minute of it, and it was something that she knew for him was a rarity given the scaled, oiled or otherwise smooth skinned lovers he'd admitted to sleeping with.

Content in their own little ways, the two continued down the cave oblivious to the time given the man's broken pokedex. What felt like minutes could have been hours, or visa versa, the two only stopping when hunger tugged at their bellies. Zana had run out of her Tamato flavoured poke treats and reluctantly took the Oran Berry pack while Thomas munched down some dried meat, berries and cheese.

As exhaustion began to set in, Zana pointed out the glistening rock walls ahead. Natural light. The two found energy from somewhere and pressed on towards the light's source. Sliding down a small slope the two found themselves at the shore of a large underground stream. It's current seemed slow on the surface, though the source of the stream itself seemed to come from under a very low-hanging wall to their left. It seemed eroded in a way that hinted the height of the water was at its peak, with only a few inches between the waters surface and the rock above.

Thomas was relieved they'd not tried another path to find the stream, as they could very well have drowned by that point. Looking up he could see the source of light, a hole nearly ten feet across and maybe fifty feet up in the roof of the cavern; which widened quickly to three times that size before reaching the waters edge. Where Thomas was standing he could see rocky sand extend from his feet into the water and down to ten or maybe twenty feet at the center. The water was crisp and clear, but spying a leaf racing across the bottom of the large pool he saw the calm surface hid a much deadlier current beneath.

As Zana stepped forward to take a dip Thomas' arm shot out to grab her. “Hold up." He said. She shot him an annoyed glance but turned to see what he was on about. He grabbed the slowly fading orange glow-stick and tossed it into the water. The moment is sank below the surface it rocketed towards one of the room's exits at breakneck speed before being whisked around a turn in the cave. Zana's ears flattened quickly, realising that could have been her. “Let's have a quick look around first." Thomas cautioned and she nodded in agreement.

To their left was the wall underneath which the stream entered the cavern, while to their right the sandy 'shore' curved around a few dozen feet while hugging the wall until reaching the side opposite where the stream continued to run underground and the two had just witnessed the glow stick disappear moments earlier. Between the two spots another dark passage twisted it's way diagonally upwards from the sand, while on the half of the cavern's wall without a 'shore' another cave meandered away and out of sight, maybe five feet deep in water with another three open to air above.

Thomas knew it would be a hard ask to leap to that spot, let alone surviving the current once reaching it, and moved to check out the supposed way up. Zana followed close behind, keeping her feet well away from the water. Every once in a while the orange blur of a magicarp would shoot past them helplessly several feet below the water's surface, tumbling in the strong current. Zara smirked every time.

Investigating the hole, Thomas realised it would be a squeeze for him to get through, let alone the bulky pack. He could leave the pack here but if they got stranded further in there'd be no rations. “Well shit." he grunted.

“What's wrong?" Zana asked, looking into the hole after Thomas stepped back.

“Too tight. You might be able to get through, and I might as well. But without the pack, we have no light, no rations, no nothing." Thomas huffed, and looked back to the other passageway now opposite them, and a good twenty feet from even the closest part of the shore. “Not looking good."

“What about that one?" Zana asked, pointing to the semi-submerged tunnel.

Thomas sighed, his brow furrowed with concern. “Can't tell how strong the current is. Or where it goes. Could be a dead end." He picked a larger stone up from the sand and launched it into the opening, but from that vantage point he couldn't tell where it had landed. Zana stepped around him and pulled out one of the glow sticks instead, cracking it to yellowy-green life before landing a shot almost exactly where Thomas had his. The stick slowly sank to the bottom, pulled ever so slightly further into the cave before getting wedged between two rocks.

“Looks good to me." Zana said with an air of pride. Thomas looked at her through a wry stare.

“Well then, Mistress, how do you propose we get over there?" He asked sarcastically.

Zana grinned, taking a few steps back before running full pelt around the cavern towards the stream's exit. Then with a deft shift in her body position she angled her feet against the curved wall and for a couple seconds her body's momentum kept her pulled to the stone surface. When she'd gotten the right distance she allowed herself to fall into the cave opening, where she grabbed onto a stalactite. Her body being lazily pulled behind her into the cave, she rested, enjoying the cool sensation of the clean water on her skin, slowly washing the filth from her mane. “Like that." She barked back, the echo bouncing back and forth around the cavern.

“Showoff…" thomas muttered, grinning. But his grin faded when he realised he would now have to do the same, with Zana having no way back without a runup. He gulped.

Zana soon realised the consequences of her actions “You can make the jump." She offered in support, but given he also had the pack, she was unsure. If he were to throw it to her, it would likely weigh her down and she'd need both hands to hold onto it, which she'd be unable to do while also keeping her in place. Pulling her body forward she could barely touch the loose sandy ground, but there wasn't enough to get a decent purchase. She began to worry she may have really jumped the gun.

“I can do this…" Thomas breathed, trying to psyche himself up with the four word mantra “I can do this. I can DO this." He took a few steps back, then a few more for good measure. He tightened the straps so much the bag itself barely jostled when he did a few test jumps. Then he took some rapid breaths and placed his hands on the sandy shore in the starters position. “I can do this."

Muscles tensing and heart racing, Thomas' fingertips left the ground, spraying sand behind him. One foot, then the other left the ground before slamming back down into it, the grip of his trainers digging into the coarse sand as his body drove him forward. For what it was worth, he could feel Zana helping; his eyes drawn to every angle of the path ahead while the rest blurred out around it. The sand crunched beneath his feet with each stride, the air whooshing as his arms swung speedily in tandem. He could feel the speed and power in each step, and prayed it would be enough. As the streams exit drew near he felt his vision tilt, Zana's attempt once more to keep his mind on track as he allowed his body to run towards the wall, leaning over until his right shoe landed on the rocky surface.

The first step held, and as his left contacted the wall so did his second. And his third. Thomas was about to be above the cavern exit. And then it happened. A blur of orange outside the man's gaze caused him to lose not only his focus, but also his footing. The magikarp being whisked away below was just as confused seeing a flying human as Thomas was seeing it wearing some sort of green scarf. Before he could realise his mistake, Thomas' foot slid against the wall, his next step unable to get purchase at all as he fell headfirst into the strong current below.

As slow as those last few seconds were, the next few happened so quickly the man could barely take it in. Within a second he had been pulled from the chamber, and within another he was devoid of light; the barest glimmer of it gone a moment later. Head underwater and arm grazing the stream bed in pure darkness, Thomas knew this was how he would die.

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Zana's eyes went wide, her angle above the water leaving her unable to spot the magikarp in time to block it from Thomas' mind. And in only a few seconds it was all over. She pushed away from the stalactite, diving down to grab the glow stick before returning to the surface. She was not a pokemon of the water and - as much as she loved a good bath - swimming was not her forte. If she followed behind Thomas, she'd be unable to help him. But if these caves were to meet again further down, perhaps she could intercept him.

Once her waist was above water she had a much easier time of it, and soon the surface was only ankle deep. She could hear a rushing ahead and managed to leap over the stream just in time, landing on the other side. She figured given the speed of the current and how long it took her to get there, that Thomas was well and truly past it, so continued sprinting with only a yellow glow stick for company.

The tunnel twisted and turned, it's walls smoothed over time by the water that had now taken a different path. Her acrobatic display from before was repeated in her speedy pursuit with her feet pounding into the walls around corners, claws grasping at the stone for better traction before landing once more on the sandy floor.

Her pace hastened as the sound of more rushing water echoed through the chamber ahead. A burbled “GAHK-" pierced the darkness as Zana reached the intersection a second too late. She didn't falter and leapt the gap again, spotting a raised hand above the water disappearing around a bend before landing on the other side. She re-focused on the tunnel ahead and picked up the pace.

Arceus finally seemed to smile on the Zoroark as she rounded the corner to be standing on a ledge running parallel with the stream. A splashing cough caught her attention as Zana slid to a stop. She grabbed a nearby stalactite and whipped her other hand into the water. Her claws brushed against the backpack and she grasped it, tearing into the rip 'resistant' material. But while the weight of a fully grown man with a pack of supplies may have been possible to lift, him and the pack being drenched and pulled along with the current was very much not.

With a deafening crack the stalactite snapped, launching Zana into the water, tethered by her claws to Thomas. With a few sharp pulls, she got the man righted and his head above water. He coughed out a mouthful of water and breathed in deep as they were whisked away from her dropped glowstick. “Zana!" He hugged her tight, doing his best to keep himself upright with his legs kicking madly before grabbing one of her arms. He coughed some more, clearing his lungs as best as possible for someone with water lapping at their chin. “You came!"

The Zoroark flicked her ponytail back over her head, being unable to see in the darkness made little difference, but it was more comfortable back there. “Couldn't let you have all the fun." She squeezed a claw against Thomas arm. “Of which…" She spluttered, trying to extend her foot to feel the floor of the tunnel, but finding only deeper water “When's this ride end?"

“I- Oof!" The two were slammed against the cave wall as they were swept around a sharp bend, Thomas doing his best to put Zana upstream once they were past it so he would take the hit next time and thereafter. “I dunno." He spat out some more of the clean water. Thomas felt a little bad as it was deliciously tasty clean water, but after all it was trying to kill them. At this rate we gotta be- Oof, dammit… gotta be getting close to the exit, or we'll end up at sea." Thomas rubbed his head from the whiplash as a new sound began echoing off the walls.

“Do… do you hear that?" Zana asked, eyes wide with fear.

“Unfortunately, yes." Thomas sighed. “Hold on!"

The distant roar of a waterfall soon became very near as the two were flung into the dimly lit cavern. Airborne for an instant, they were barely able to take in the existence of several figures before splashing down into the crystalline waters below. His shoulder crunched against a rock at the bottom, causing him to wince and breathe out half a lungful of air. The pack snagged on a rock and as Thomas' vision grew more blurry, his lungs began to burn. He began thrashing about, desperately trying to unbuckle his pack, but it wouldn't come loose.

The burning spread to his blood, his body on fire as he felt his throat gulp uselessly in his tightly closed mouth. 'No!' He screamed internally 'No! I've come this far! Not now!' Thomas felt exhaustion and pain override his muscles, his body going limp as his lips parted, the only seal left being the tongue pressing hard against his teeth as he grimaced, blackness closing around his vision.

A red and black blur, a claw scraping against his chest, the popping freedom of being released and the sudden buoyancy as he rocketed to the surface both felt like an eternity and were over in an instant. His mind was still in the water by the time he was pulled gasping to the sandy shore. There was shouting, lots of shouting, everything muffled and loud. He blinked as the world slowly became brighter around him, the dark blobs forming into blurry figures.

Then with a clarity he didn't know was possible, two blue eyes stared at him from the nearest blob. He could see every tiny detail in their irises, ever stripe of lighter blue against the darker, every imperfection and glint of light. And cutting through the muffled catawampus came the most calm and reassuring voice he'd ever heard. “Thomas. You're here. You're safe." Thomas' breathing slowed, his veins no longer on fire. He noticed the eyes squint in happiness. “As much as being at the bottom of a cave is safe."

Thomas heard a splash behind him and the world slowly came back into focus. Zana looked past him to the source of the sound, and several seconds later grinned. A Wartortle waded out of the water clutching the waterlogged pack. “War. Tortle." It offered Zana the pack, which she accepted with a nod.

“Zor." She ruffled the feathers on either side of it's head affectionately before unzipping the potions pouch and staring at the mess inside. A single purple spray bottle remained intact along with the actual medkit. She pulled the white box out and unlatched it, thankful Thomas was smart enough to buy one of the watertight ones. She flicked through it to find the tube of iodine.

“What are you-" Thomas began before he was interrupted by Zara's stern gaze.

She unzipped the main part of the bag and grinned at the waterproof compartment inside. “Let's see if you got what you paid for." The Zoroark opened it up and from inside pulled a bone-dry towel.

Thomas grinned before saying weakly “Worth every poke-cent." Zana smiled back, applying the towel to the man's arms and legs on spots that made him wince each time. He groaned, knowing what the pokemon was doing, and knowing what was sure to come next given her search for the iodine. Sure enough, once clean she began applying the brown paste to a patch of gauze from the medkit, then rubbing it into each cut and graze. Thomas had had worse injuries, but he couldn't stop himself from twitching with each dab of the antibacterial ointment.

Several minutes and a couple bandages later - to cover the gashes he accrued across one shin and his shoulder - and Zana was done patching Thomas up. The man pushed himself into a sitting position and motioned Zana closer. She shuffled up and with a speed she wasn't prepared for, was pulled into a tight embrace. “Thank you." He cried into her neck. “For everything, for being... you." Zana hugged Thomas back, patting him on the back like a mother would calm a crying child. She was squeezed a little tighter.

The crowd around the two had mostly dispersed, with several taking seats nearby in case either of the two needed more help. It was a few minutes before Thomas pulled his mind away from the moment and back to the task at hand. He looked to the nearest person; a guy in bright red boardshorts. “Excuse me," Thomas got the man's attention “We've been stuck in this cave for some time, what day is it?"

The man looked around the cavern, trying to figure out if Thomas was serious. “Uh, Saturday." He noticed the smashed pokedex on the dishevelled man's wrist “Oh, and…" He looked at his watch “Four thirteen pm. How long have you…"

“Little over a day." Thomas grunted, pulling himself up and dusting off the wet sand as best as possible from his drenched clothes. “Fell in at Owlra. I do not recommend the trip." he grumbled, rolling his shoulders to the sound of bones popping back into place. He looked towards the open mouth of the cave a few hundred feet down and up to the few spots of open sky breaking through the roof above. “Nice swimming hole. Sorry to disturb your afternoon."

One of the other swimmers piped up from a few yards away “Just glad you're not too badly hurt." She gave Thomas a nervous grin before diving back into the crystalline water. Thomas looked at the large pool and followed it's much calmer current towards the exit. The whole stream widened to perhaps thirty feet and was at most knee deep, allowing for a much reduced speed of water. When she resurfaced she swam over to Thomas and Zana. “Quick one before you go:" She asked, flicking her hair behind her “These guys with you?"

She was holding up a stunned magikarp - not that there's any other type - with a slimy green strip of material wrapped around it. Thoms looked at it with a cocked eyebrow. “Saw a couple of them a ways back, maybe someone in Owlra is playing a prank?" He looked a little more carefully at the slimy green material, taking a few steps over to the woman to get a closer look. Touching the material was all the verification he needed. He sighed, unwrapping the poor fish before releasing it back into the water. He shoved the strip of material into his pocket before sighing. “Thanks everyone, have a good one."

“What was that-" Zana began asking, but Thomas shook his head.

He was about to respond when a familiar silhouette moved to stand at the entrance of the cave. “Later…" Thomas mumbled as his pace quickened. The familiar outline of a Hakamo-o stood arms crossed a couple hundred feet from him. He broke into a run, Zana in hot pursuit. “JEREMY!" He cried, his body rejecting all alerts of pain as he dashed through the water to his friend. But twenty feet or so away from the pokemon Thomas slid to a halt, the light having disappeared from his expression. Zana came to a stop next to him, confused and concerned. “Jeremy?" He uttered cautiously. Close enough to see clearly, Thomas stared directly into the pokemon's eyes.

It's glistening black eyes.

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