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He’d held himself back a long time. But tonight, Ivan was going to do it. The temptation had simply become too powerful to ignore, especially when he had it right in front of his face all the time.

And especially when he’d heard such a pleasant rumor about it.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t resisted temptation for a long time. He’d been a trainer for two years, his Chesnaught Buster and his Typhlosion Saber the only companions he wanted or needed. They were tough, powerful, and loyal, he cared deeply for them and he knew the feeling was mutual. And dear gods, did he ever want them to just grab him and fuck him until his mind went blank.

Was that such a bad thing, really? Could he help it that his first ever orgasm came from jerking it to a video of a Chesnaught tying down and slam-fucking a human in a scene that looked like borderline rape? That every private night on his computer before he’d left home was spent looking at scenes and stories of Pokémon aggressively dominating humans? That he’d specifically picked a Cyndaquil and Chespin to start because their final forms inflamed his lusts more than any other Pokémon? That he spent quite a few nights on the road fantasizing that they would take out their power on him, or that he would be abducted by a gang of wild Pokémon and used until he could no longer stand?

Well, maybe some would say he could help it, but most others he had talked with were pretty adamant - your desires weren’t something you had control over, just whether you acted on them. And not knowing how Buster and Saber would take it, he had held back...but now he was going to act.

Granted, it wasn’t going to be as far as his fantasies would take him. He had no idea how they would take that idea - particularly Buster, who was fairly protective of him. Ivan knew his Chesnaught had a wild side, but bringing it out against Ivan himself was something that he would likely have to warm to. Saber was harder to read - indeed, Ivan wasn’t so sure he hadn’t hinted at the idea of sex already, but he hadn’t TAKEN so he certainly had some control, or Ivan could have been misreading the signals for what he wanted to see.

But he had to do something. After overhearing something he couldn’t get out of his mind in a shop in the last city they’d visited. He’d heard it through the aisle over, and was fairly certain they didn’t know he was able to overhear...

“I don’t know if this will be the right stuff. The recipe says it’s supposed to taste sweet, but also nutty. Too much of one will drown out the other…”

“If you need sweet and nutty, I can let you borrow Tank. I guarantee you he has all the right ingredients.”

A gasp, and the first girl’s voice lowered to a harsh whisper. “Lena!”

“What?” The other girl was giggling madly, she knew exactly what. “You said sweet and nutty. I promise you, he’s all that!”

“I’m not putting Chesnaught jizz in my baking! Ew!”

“I didn’t say you had to! I just offered! Besides, what’s the difference between swallowing that and eating it?”

“Okay, no, no, and NO. I’m not talking about this anymore! Holy shit…”

That first girl sure hadn’t seemed to like the idea...but Ivan? Holy shit, indeed. The thought of a delightful taste coming from his Pokémon had ramped up his desires considerably. Of course he’d seen images of humans sucking and swallowing before, but this was a different form of tantalization that he hadn’t been aware of. And he NEEDED to taste it, more than anything he could imagine needing ever before.

And he was going to have his chance...it was right there in front of him. All he needed to do was take it.

They had settled in for the night, and Saber had gone off on his own, prowling around like he usually did. Ivan was never fully certain what he did when he was out, but his Pokémon liked to do that and he wasn’t going to stop him - he’d be back eventually. But that left Ivan alone with his sleeping Chesnaught buddy, Buster...and Buster’s ‘little buddy’ (which was hardly little in Ivan’s eyes) jutting into the air. Sleep problems were an issue for Buster, he’d had them even as a Chespin, and they often tried various herbal and berry supplements to help him sleep more soundly through the night. The one they’d been using recently was pretty effective, but Ivan had noticed that they gave Buster erections that lasted a good hour or two after he dropped off...as far as he knew, Buster was completely unaware of them. But Ivan was about as aware as one could possibly be.

Honestly, he didn’t know how he hadn’t cracked already.

He disrobed himself and quietly shuffled over to Buster, eyes drinking in the rugged form. Buster slept without his armor on - another thing to help him get into slumber, he’d never gotten used to the bulky stuff when trying to find a comfortable position - so his muscular body was on full display, as was his fuzzy head. Ivan loved looking at him like this, the armor made him look enormous but even like this he was significantly bigger than the trainer, which only helped fuel Ivan’s fantasies. And then there was his proud staff...spiky all the way down, with a conical head, and a length and girth that would be frightful to some but was delightful to Ivan. The first dick he had ever seen other than his own was the video Chesnaught’s, and immediately he preferred that over his own. Not that there was really any contest, he was on the smaller side, but that wasn’t a problem for him, not when he was more interested in watching that thick spear pump a tight throat or asshole, or even a pussy. He didn’t really care so long as he could ogle the male Pokémon and his dick constantly, and imagine himself being the one taken…

He moved between Buster’s splayed legs, getting up close to the wonderful member he’d been so teased by for so many nights, and which had been in his mind for years at this point. The scent it was giving off seemed to be very evocative of the taste that had been mentioned - already he could clearly take in the sweetness, and he was pretty sure that that drier undertone was the nuttiness that had been suggested. The closer he got, the stronger the scents were, and the more they made his mouth water and his cock throb. His heart was pounding, what he was doing had to be deviant even by the relaxed standards of Pokémon, sneaking up and trying to work Buster while he was soundly asleep and unaware of the world around him...even this wasn’t dissuading him, and within a few more moments, he was at the point of no return when his face was within an inch or two of that thick tool. It was slightly wet near the tip, light pre production leaking down slightly; Ivan was so sure it could be so much more robust, but without stimulation that was all that was coming.

Oh, fuck...I want it so bad…

He held himself back just long enough to glance up at Buster’s face, rapidly reassured by the peaceful expression of slumber on his face. Maybe this would give him some happy dreams, his Chesnaught could use something to ease his sleep...or maybe it would wake him up and he would have a very awkward conversation. But if he went at it light, he probably wouldn’t rouse Buster...just a few quick licks, and then check again. He leaned in further, and ran his tongue along the flesh of his pointed cocktip, not quite hitting the emission point but getting a generous dose of that flavor nonetheless.

Immediately his senses were assailed, in the most welcome fashion. A powerful sweetness registered quickly, making Ivan shiver madly and bite back a moan, and then he registered a slightly drier, hintingly bitter undertone that took over more when the sweetness faded back. Not unpleasant in the slightest, in fact it was almost a perfect compliment to the sweet taste...oh, it was everything that was advertised and more! There was a weight to it all, that weight that his brain picked up immediately as musky, triggered more of that instinctive response that musk was supposed to...his arousal was so much higher than it ever had been watching and reading, this was a full sensory experience and his body was so viciously primed that he didn’t know how to deal with it.

So he didn’t bother thinking about it, and instead went back to the Chesnaught cock, licking over it more and slurping up more of that delightful taste. It wasn’t just the fluid he was leaking, Buster’s shaft had pretty much the same taste, except the nutty flavor was a bit stronger compared to the sweet. It felt fitting somehow, and he was rapidly falling in love with it. No taste had ever been this rawly appealing to him, nor as arousing and thrilling...oh, it was going to be hard to keep from doing this again, and soon. He went further down the shaft, his tongue licking greedily all over that flesh, playing with those thick fleshy spikes a bit; they rubbed against his organ in a welcome way, not sharp but the point was prominent enough that he knew he’d feel it starkly if it went into him. Which he very, VERY much wanted to happen...he wasn’t sure he could get away with riding Buster, though, without rousing him. At some point, maybe he’d be bold enough to try anyway…

Soon he reached the fuzzy sheath and balls of his Pokémon; they hung out more than typical, something that only really happened when Buster was aroused, they tended to hide away more under normal circumstances, probably to keep them from being prominent targets in battle. If Ivan had his druthers, they’d be showing a lot more often...preferably smacking against his ass or chin. He licked over them a bit as well, getting a bit of interference from the somewhat coarse hair, but persisting through it. There was definitely a bit more of an oily taste sensation to Buster here, and the sweetness was somewhat more tempered compared to the nutty flavor, but something about it was definitely lighting the human’s nose up hard. Really, nothing about this could possibly be unpleasant to him, everything so far had only reinforced his desire for a rough Chesnaught rutting and validated his decision to select Buster all that time ago. The reality was already better than the fantasy, and he hadn’t even gotten everything he’d been seeking yet.

He lifted his head back up towards the tip, taking a look at Buster’s head once again. The badger Pokémon hadn’t appeared to rouse, his breathing might have been a little heavier but his face still looked out, though he might have had more of a contented expression, it was hard to tell in the limited light of the fire. Tranquil enough that Ivan decided to go for it...a light blowjob, to try to see if he could get Buster to shoot, or at least give a few fresh dollops of precum if orgasm was out of the question. And maybe he could jerk himself a bit as well if he could get into a good position on the Chesnaught dick…

Ivan shifted a bit closer, rising up a bit so that he was over Buster’s piece, almost like he was trying to look down into it. It was so thick, but Ivan had seen enough videos of Chesnaughts face-fucking humans to know it would fit in there if he wanted it...and holy hell, did he WANT it. Still, he didn’t want to go too hard either, that would probably wake Buster, and he wasn’t entirely convinced that the Pokémon would be interested in fulfilling his fantasies like that. He would settle for what he could get...opening as wide as he could, he slowly lowered himself down onto Buster’s cock, letting the first couple inches fill his mouth thoroughly. The taste was almost overwhelming, so strong and persistent this way, and he almost thought he might pass out from lust-drunkenness. Steadying himself, he started slowly massaging the Chesnaught’s cocktip with his mouth, licking the underside with his tongue and sucking lightly, trying to stimulate just enough to get more of that flavor, and earning a light squirt of precum right into his mouth for his efforts. That flavor burst threatened to knock him out again, but he pushed through, using a bit of it to leak around his tip and saturate that cock with more deliciousness.

Buster was definitely breathing a bit harder, and Ivan heard his leg shift a bit along the ground, but a quick glance suggested he was still down in slumber. In fact, he might even have looked a little more relaxed...maybe he was really helping Buster sleep better like this. That would be a convenient excuse to do more of this with him...and now his own erection was demanding attention, he was so hard and so needy, he needed to get off, or at least get close. Actually shooting right next to Buster would leave far too obvious evidence of his activities, he would have to finish his actions before actually finishing himself. But a little bit of jerking wouldn’t hurt...he raised his right hand off the ground, keeping his left planted for stability, and reached down for his own throbbing boner.

It never got there. Something grabbed his wrist and pinned it behind his back, and before he could process that, another hand pushed onto the back of his head, forcing him further down on Buster’s shaft. He gagged mildly, but a smear of precum put that feeble resistance rapidly to bed, and an inch of Chesnaught dick entered his throat. He had tensed down, which had probably only made it better for Buster...and he could swear he heard a light moan from the Pokémon, sending a spike of fear through him. But at the moment Buster was a bit second to the other issue, which was the sudden new participant...and though he couldn’t see anything from here, the heat over his back was a dead giveaway.

Saber.

Confirmation came a moment later, in the form of a whisper in his ear, the voice so familiar and yet tinged with an edge, a sharpness of power to it that he’d rarely heard from Saber. “Naughty trainer...having fun with one and not the other...he deserves a bit of punishment, I think…”

A deep shiver ran through Ivan. Saber was over him, his powerful Fire-type Pokémon had him in the most compromising position possible. The human could feel the tip of the Typhlosion’s cock rubbing around his ass, leaving a fierce burning sensation wherever it touched. He was taking advantage of Ivan’s efforts not to rouse Buster to get in on his own action, ensuring that there was nothing he could do to get away or get Saber off of him without bringing Buster around - and the way he was pushing Ivan down, he might make it impossible for Ivan to NOT rouse the Chesnaught!

Really, it was like Saber had pulled the fantasy directly from his brain.

A muffled moan escaped the human as Saber struck, and he did NOT go in gently. Ivan hadn’t had a chance to really look at the Typhlosion’s tool, but feeling it was providing a decent impression of what he was getting, at least once the first spike of mind-numbing pleasure receded enough to give him a moment of brain function. It was pointed at the tip, and its size was probably close to a match for Buster’s, maybe slightly smaller but not to the point where it wasn’t stretching him out to an insane level. It didn’t have any unusual textures, but it made up for that with the fluid that rubbed against his inner tissues and left a raging burning sensation that made Saber’s heat feel even more intense. And already it was like a barely-cooled chunk of magma was being rammed up there, and holy hell did it feel incredible. He already knew Saber could make him feel furiously hot without actually burning him, but this was so much more visceral than just his hand laying on one of the Typhlosion’s flaring jets.

Saber gave him little time to adjust before starting to thrust. Ivan could tell he was going in a much lower gear than he could have, but that was hardly making him seem like he was taking it easy - indeed, the slow thrusts had a vicious force behind them, one that was less about the raw power than the sheer imposition he was pushing on Ivan. He was truly trying to force the impression that Ivan was helpless, had no other choice but to submit to him, and he greatly appreciated that Saber had apparently sussed out exactly what he wanted and was giving it to him. No question, the Typhlosion would have plenty of opportunities to show his full power, there was no way things were going back to the way they were before after this.

And maybe the best part about it, the part Ivan never really anticipated, was the predicament factor. He was still trying not to wake up Buster - Saber was a known quantity now, but he still didn’t know how the Chesnaught would react to all this, and so he was trying to still do what he could to keep Buster in slumberland. But Saber was making that truly challenging...not only was he forcing moans out from Ivan, which made his throat rumble around that shaft, but he was pushing Ivan slowly further down on it and making him bob more, a much more vigorous blowjob than he had been intending. He could feel some of the spikes rubbing against his throat, flexing around and giving him an odd inner massage that felt weird and good and weirdly good all at the same time. It was having the intended effect, more of Buster’s pre was entering his mouth and throat, suffusing his senses with the sweet and nutty taste he’d been craving, but such reactions also meant a more intense experience for Buster, which could very well break him out of the state he was in.

He could no longer really look up at Buster’s face, couldn’t gauge how deep he was under, but he could hear slurred moans and heavier breaths...Buster had to be closer to waking up than he had been intending to bring him. Ivan was torn between trying to hold back the pleasure and trying to rush it and hope that he caught the climax before Buster was shaken out of his dreams. The way Saber was pushing him, the first didn’t seem like it would be an option…and really, it didn’t seem right for Buster not to get off, anyway. Why shouldn’t he get the same level of pleasure that the two of them were?

Saber made the question academic soon enough. Without warning, he shoved Ivan all the way down the rest of the Chesnaught’s shaft, the human’s eyes bugging out a bit as he was forced to hilt another several inches of dick and get a faceful of fur. And to drive the point home, Saber was starting to hump in harder, slamming into him and pushing him down more, making sure he couldn’t get up and off of Buster...Ivan knew he wasn’t going anywhere until the Chesnaught came, whether he woke up or not. And the way he was moaning from the furious rutting Saber was giving him, he would probably have eventually gotten Buster shooting anyway, but not nearly as fast...his lust-tainted brain had decided, it was time to go all out.

He started bobbing rapidly up and down, forcing himself down on Buster’s shaft and then slowly dragging up as he sucked and swallowed to tighten his passage and give the Chesnaught a truly epic deepthroating. The more he did, the more he lost himself in the enjoyable sensations and the continued exceptional taste...plenty of precum was leaking into his mouth, he couldn’t even swallow it due to the cock lodged in his throat, ensuring he got a constant stream of that lovely sweet and nutty taste. And he was getting reamed by Saber’s hot poker relentlessly, which made him moan and shake madly...his arm was getting a bit tired, with the other still pinned behind him, but he was powering through it, knowing he still needed that leverage to pleasure Buster the way he was trying to. This endless cacophony of stimulation was putting him right on the edge of his own orgasm, which he was still trying to hold back in a desperate attempt to still come out of this even slightly in the way he had intended, the last scraps of hope for a clandestine act.

Of course there was no chance of that, Saber made good and sure of that. He suddenly released Ivan’s arm, and before Ivan could react, reached down and wrapped his paw around the human’s dick. The immediate influx of heat was all for him - with a mad muffled cry he came, humping into the Typhlosion’s tight grip and spewing a fresh load of seed, much more robust than he ever had before, it just felt like it kept coming over and over, making him lose himself completely. It made him clench down on the cocks impaling him, making the passages even tighter.

And then he felt it. He couldn’t see it, but the shifting body was unmistakable - Buster turned a bit and his upper body pushed up a bit, and his moans got a lot louder and more obvious. No question he was awake now, but Ivan couldn’t focus on that, as a sudden throb was all the warning he got - suddenly an intense gush of seed pulsed out of the tip of that cock and poured into him, a thick and sticky glob that had a nice weight to it as it passed down into him. And that released a floodgate, more and more coming out, more than could get down into him fast enough...he felt some of it gush back up into his mouth, and moaned again at the sudden influx of a new, even stronger taste. Buster’s seed was thicker, syrupy almost, and sweet enough to overload him, with that bitter undertone being entirely masked briefly but then coming out hard, a dance between the two flavors that lit up his senses and reinvigorated his climax briefly.

And then a moment later, Saber joined in the fun, yowling loudly now that silence was no longer of any use. Another round of shivering from Ivan as he felt blazing heat course into his bowels, the Typhlosion’s seed not nearly as thick but certainly just as plentiful, flooding him and pumping in deep, blasting liquid heat into his core. Like a volcano erupting inside him, it was violently hot and yet provided nothing but pure pleasure, making him clench around it and try to milk more of that lava out of his partner. Ivan was starting to feel quite full from all of this, and it was such a satisfying and delectable feeling...none of this had gone quite the way he’d planned, and yet somehow it had gone even better.

Of course, now he had to face the music…

Saber pulled out of him finally, and he was able to wearily pull himself off of Buster’s cock and get up onto his knees. Buster had sat up, and was looking at him with an expression that was a mix of tired and utterly bewildered. “Ivan? Wha...what’s...what just...happened?”

“Ah...I...um…” Ivan swallowed, feeling some of that sticky seed pour down his throat. The taste was all over his tongue, making it a touch hard to think. “Er...I...well...there was...I heard these...I overheard someone talking about...uh...well, the taste of Chesnaughts...how it was supposed to be really good or something...and, uh...well, I got...uhm...curious?”

It sounded so ridiculous saying it like that - had he not been on the spot maybe he could have articulated it better, but it was a bit hard to think for him at the moment. His face must have been furiously flushed as he looked up at Buster, who didn’t seem to be getting any less confused - at least he wasn’t getting angry, he just looked like he had no idea what was going on.

Thankfully, one of them wasn’t mired in a haze of confusion. Ivan felt Saber’s paw grab his left arm and yank him towards him, twisting him around and making him almost fall into the Typhlosion’s crotch. Immediately a new scent hit him, hot and sulfuric and sharp...almost a total contrast to what he’d been getting. Above him he heard Saber cackle. “There’s a story here that we’re not getting, but I’m sure we will soon...why don’t you take that big log of yours and introduce it to his ass?” Ivan flushed harder as Saber leaned down over him, his voice having exactly that dominant, controlling tone he had always wanted.

“I’m gonna see what this bitch thinks of spicy.”