And a new story! These have been fun! Longest one too, at least so far.

This one is also pure pokémon, no humans in this story!

"...and no one knew what to make of these bizarre landmarks, these 'Mystery Dungeons'. It was only the timely arrival of the soon-to-be legendary Lucari-!"

The book the grumpig had been reading was snatched out of his hands before he could finish.

Blinking in confusion at his book just disappearing, the pokémon looked up to find those three smirking down at him. "Really Oryan?" The leader, a smug-faced mr. mime smirked down at him. "Origins of the Dungeons again? You really don't know how to read anything else, do you?"

"You don't know how to do anything fun," snarked another, a disproportionately large combee.

"Yeah, you don't know how to do anything, uh..." the third, a clammy magby stammered. The other two turned to look at him, making his nerves burn up even worse. "Uh, uuuh... CHOO!"

He sneezed, sending a plume of flame from his beak. Clare, the combee, shrieked and flew away from the flames while Silas the mr. mime quickly threw up a barrier. It bounced off the barrier and was redirected at Oryan, the grumpig needing to duck and dive to avoid the searing.

"Tch," Silas scoffed as he tossed the book back to Oryan's feet. "That scared of a little fire?"

The grumpig quickly pulled himself back up, grabbing his book, and trying to look bigger. "You threw up a barrier!" he retorted, trying his best to glare. "I guess you're scared of fire too!"

The mr. mime glanced askew to Roger, the magby looking impressively guilty for nearly roasting him, before turning back to Oryan. "There's a difference between a great gout of fire and bouncing that away, and burying your head in the ground to avoid a few embers. Face it, you're a coward."

"This was ONE thing," Oryan protested, scuffing the ground angrily. "I am not a coward."

"Heh, would you like to prove it?"

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm scared, I'm scared, I admit it," Oryan whimpered as he looked up at the huge abandoned dwelling. He was whispering the admissions to himself, the three who had pushed him into this dare sticking well behind him. It took everything Oryan had to not glance behind him, he knew Silas was just waiting for his chance, and Oryan was adamant not to give it too him.

After trying to stand up to himself, Silas had brought up the old abandoned building, far on the outskirts of Telles Town. It was rumoured to have been built by humans, but those creatures were just a legend to the pokémon around here.

No one went in it. It was said to be far more dangerous than any mystery dungeon. No one went in it, yes, and the rumours said that when the house was found, the brave ones who did go in, did not come out.

"Remember!" Silas called from a safe distance. "You have to stay a WHOLE night in there. Clare and Roger are going to be watching outside so you don't try and run away."

"We what?" Clare hissed to Roger, and Silas continued as if he didn't hear them.

"An entire night. Also bring something from the basement or something, that'll really prove you are brave."

Oryan swallowed nervously, before finding the will to walk forward. He felt the weight of the adventure bag he had packed himself, taunting him over why he needed to bring it along.

The abandoned building was even more terrifying in person. Dilapidated, overgrown, probably structurally unsound. It had windows once, the glass long since shattered and replaced with vines. Vines, vines and more vines covered the ancient dwelling, cracking the bricks making it up and growing from long-rotten panels of wood.

Oryan walked along an overgrown path, only a few patches of stone being seen through the grass, and up to the door. There was no real door anymore, the bottom of the former object having rotted away to nothing, while the top of what used to be the door had fused into the house. Having to get on his hands and knees, the grumpig huffed as he had to crawl into the forsaken building.

"Oh boy," Oryan cheered, sarcastically, as he looked around his home for the night. Looking around, very little could be seen clearly. There were enough holes in the walls the light some light in, but as the sun was setting there was little natural light to guide him.

Focusing, Oryan lit the pearls on his head up with light. The light splashed across the walls, giving him the chance to see properly, while also causing some truly frightening shadows to flicker here and there.

One particular shadow looked like it had eyes, although it was just a smattering of dried redness on the wall. Another was just a weird little statue, that always seemed to be facing him.

"I can do this, I can do this, I can do this," Oryan repeated rapidly under his breath. Forcing his legs to move, he began to move further in. Ignoring the ancient staircase, the grumpig chose to instead move along the corridor.

There was a lot of dust around; and if there wasn't dust the ground was littered with either ruin or plant-life.

"A grass mon might like this place," he thought to himself as he looked around. Plenty of natural growth, within the slowly degrading building could be seen. "Or ghost mons. They'd love this place."

There was a constant ticking sound, that Oryan hoped was just an echo of a drip. Small skittering sounds reached him often, he assumed there must be some pokémon in this building, but to a psychic pokémon the two most likely candidates were both unpleasant.

Rubbing an arm, Oryan decided to just find a place to hole himself up and ride through the night. There was a small set of stairs leading down, probably to the basement, but he was uninterested.

"I can go to the basement laterrr.. oh?" His foot knocked something and Oryan's first response was to freeze up. Once no immense pain and death befell him, the grumpig gathered the nerve to look down.

"A doll. Just a doll." Oryan gave a nervous giggle as the relief flooded him. He'd been watching his step the entire time. He hadn't noticed any doll, or anything at all, in his way a moment ago. But it was dirty, he could see how it may have blended in.

Leaning down, Oryan picked the doll up to get a closer look. It wasn't as dirty as it looked, the stitched cloth just being rather old and frayed, along with dark coloured, giving it a much dirtier appearance.

"Hmm..." he hummed before a new sound spooked him and he darted off. Once Oryan was far away enough to chide himself for freaking out at every little sound, he realised he still had the doll in hand.

It was a simple thing, almost formless, just four limbs, a head and a crudely made tail. It was still in surprisingly good condition for how long it must have laid there, the stitches were fraying but the stuffing all seemed to be in one place, it still had two buttons for eyes and the zigzag stitch for its mouth was all still in place. It was cute, in a macabre way, and forgotten in this old place.

Deciding to keep it, Oryan justified the decision that he now certainly had something to show for his excursion in this horrible place. And if it made him feel a bit better about being in here, less lonely in a good way, than that was just an added bonus.

He wasn't sure where else to go. The few doors he found, were too stiff to open. Or were just a pile of wreckage that led to more wreckage.

"Do I really have to?" Oryan muttered as he looked around, there was nothing but a cave in up ahead. Sighing, he turned back and trudged back the way he came. Coming back to the path he was sure led to the basement, Oryan took a moment to steady his breath, and walked onwards.

The door opened easily, with a overly loud and elongated squeak, allowing the light of his pearls to reveal a surprisingly open room.

"Hmm." Oryan slowly peeked his head into the room, looking up and down and side to side, before edging his way into the room. It had a lot of junk in it, crates strewn about, many broken and their innards spilled across the room.

Despite that mess, it was far cleaner than the rest of the building.

The roof creaked ominously and it felt like the room shifted every few seconds, the weight of the ancient building was getting to be too much for it to bear. Nothing had collapsed yet, however, and Oryan decided this might be a place he could hide out for the night.

There were a lot of places things could hide, but there were also lots of places he could hide!

"No! No, no," he reprimanded himself. "No hiding, I'm brave. I am brave." His hands clutched the doll a little tighter, but he didn't turn around and run back up the steps. This place would do.

After shifting some boxes with a Psychic, Oryan set out the blanket he had brought with him. He had packed a pair of Oran Berries to eat too, but his stomach was -too flip-floppity to handle anything at the moment.

Sighing, he set the berries to the side and curled up. After tugging his curly tail around him, Oryan tried to get comfortable enough to sleep. It wasn't easy. It was cold. Oddly drafty. And there was a clicking sound that was constant enough to be noticed, but irregular enough to be distracting.

"I wish I had brought a book," Oryan thought to himself. He dimmed his pearls, but the absolute darkness of the basement unnerved him so he lit them up just enough to comfort him. One hand still had a tight grip on the doll he had found, the soft plush of the object helping him doze off.

It took some focus to maintain the light, however, and that meant sleep would not come easy. It took longer than he would care to admit, but eventually Oryan drifted off into an uneasy rest.

That skittering noise was still there though.

"AAHHH!" Oryan was screaming.

"AAHHHH!" Whatever was attacking him, was screaming.

"KRAAHH!" Whatever was fighting, was screaming.

Oryan had been sleeping as tensely and fitfully as a grumpig could, body highly attuned to the sounds outside his blanket of safety and ready to wake up if anything amiss happened.

Despite its readiness, whatever hellish monstrosity that descended upon him was too quick.

Oryan felt something coming towards him and he woke up enough to brace before something with talons raked them down his supple flesh, his blood splashing out and drops of the red fluid fell onto the doll he was holding.

The grumpig had shrieked, coarse voice crying out in pain and terror, and he flung himself onto his belly, holding his head and quivering in fear. While willing for the attacker to go away, he had accidentally tossed the doll and its soft form sailed up into the air, hitting the roof, before falling down and bouncing off his back.

It fell in more of his blood as the attacker reared back for another strike.

It didn't have a chance to do anything more than scream.

The sounds of shrieking, roaring, cracking and crunching all echoed through the basement as the grumpig pleaded with everything he knew of to save him. Soon, however, it was clear that nothing would come in time, and he'd have to save himself.

Bracing himself with a breath tinged with fear, Oryan sprung up and blindly groped for anything solid to grip himself too. A sickening wet sound splatted to the side of him, Oryan had his eyes squeezed tighter shut to the point it was hurting, and a low moan of something. He nearly froze again, whatever had landed was close, but his hand touched something soft and plush and he clamped down on it like the worlds most covetous clampearl.

A battle shriek of fear and determination tore its way out of his throat and he ran, sheer volume of voice daring anything to try anything while he was in full grip of the fight or flight instinct.

Something else did brush his arm, but a surge of psychic power blasted that thing away, sending it crashing among the crates. It didn't matter that there were no sounds left besides him.

Oryan ran, moving on instinct and memory to find the exit. Once he crashed into a solid object, he dared to open his eyes. The hollow thump confirmed his hopes as a door was before him. Flinging the exit open, Oryan didn't notice as the old door finally gave up and fell off its hinges, he just ran.

One last shriek burst from his mouth as the exit to the building appeared before him and he leaped, sliding on his belly out the crack of a door and back into the darkened outside.

Oryan didn't stop running until he was well outside the grip of the old house, but as he finally slowed he realised just how little air had circled through his body in the last few minutes and gasped for breath.

With one hand, Oryan braced himself against the ground, while the other held a death grip on the arm of the plush doll he seemed to have grabbed during his mad escape.

"Well, well, well," an annoyingly familiar voice called. Oryan gasped and got to his feet, looking around as the combee Clare and Roger the magby came up to him. "Look at who we have here," Clare continued, snickering to Roger. "A little coward who couldn't last a few hours."

"Yeah!" Roger added, being as eloquent as always. "Not even, like... uh... a couple hours!"

Clare's three sets of eyes all rolled. "Keep trying," she said, before turning back to Oryan. "That's just sad. You know that right? You're rather sad."

"Hey, SHUT UP!" Oryan shouted, the adrenaline still surging through him. "You have no idea what it was like in there. I got ATTACKED!" He shook his injured arm out, not even wincing as he couldn't feel that arm anymore.

"Oh jeez, uh..." for a moment it looked like Clare would let this go, the appearance of total shock on all three faces gave him hope, but soon it drifted back into derision. "Really. That little scratch, pshahahahaha!"

She began laughing, tinny voice grating on everyone's ears. "Ahahah - Roger LAUGH - ahahahaha."

Roger quickly joined in, laughing at Oryan until his control snapped. "THAT'S IT!" He fired a Psybeam at Clare, slamming right into the middle of the combee and knocking her back several meters. She thumped into a tree, frozen in shock.

She fell down a few feet before her wings remembered themselves. "...You are going to regret that."

Oryan's bravado abruptly abandoned him as the enraged combee fired a Bug Buzz at him, the energy of the Bug type move inflicting agony to his senses.

"Yeah!" Roger cheered before Clare snapped.

"FLAME GRILL HIM!"

"Uh, uh yes ma'am." While Oryan was still wincing from the barrage on him he was enveloped in a Flamethrower, causing an entire new level of pain and disorientation.

This, combined with the stress and panic he had already suffered, caused the grumpig to pass out. Slumping forward heavily, he fell partially on the doll he had managed to shield from the flames.

"...Heh," Clare snorted. "Two attacks and he's down? Wow."

"Yeah!" Roger agreed, nudging the downed grumpig with a foot. "And look at what he had with him."

Clare buzzed closer to see before shrieking with laughter. "A doll? Pshahahahahahaa. You know what we should do with it?"

"Burn it?" Roger eagerly asked.

"No you idiot, for the love of... burning things isn't the answer to everything!" She snapped at the disappointed magby. "We're going to take it and... actually burning it is a good idea. But if Silas asks, it was my idea."

Roger grinned and snatched the doll out from Oryan's slack grip. Holding it up in front of his beak he eyed the ratty old thing for a moment. "Looks like a pile of junk, probably'll burn good though. Looks like it's got blood on it though, better use a LOT of fire!" He pulled in a deep breath, aiming to let the ash fall on Oryan's head. Missing the grin that stretched over the dolls stitched face.

"Ugh."

His head pounded like that machamp in town was using it for a punching bag. Something was batting at his face and it was annoying him. Oryan grunted and tried to bat it away, but his go to arm wasn't responding.

He opened his eyes, finding his right arm moving, but numb. The blood on it vaguely alarmed him until the memories came rushing back. "Oh!" He gasped and sat up, then groaned and leaned back as the blood rushed to his head and everything went dizzy.

Once he was well enough to think again, Oryan stood up. Something fell off him and softly thumped against the ground, a quick Psychic pulled the object up. The doll he found, it must have been on his belly. It felt nice to know he still had the plush doll, and at his house no less?

Looking around curiously, Oryan noted that he was indeed at his modest abode. Right on his doorstop no less. "How did I...?" He wondered aloud, before wincing as his head pounded. "Ugh." he groaned and decided to just go inside and sleep. It was still night, he was still exhausted, but now also sore, sorer, in pain, itchy, and rather upset. Sleeping seemed like the best option.

With a hand still holding the plush, he staggered inside and felt around until he felt his bed. Falling into it, he wriggled around for a short while, finding the best position, before exhaustion decided that the current one was and he went to sleep. One arm splayed out off the bed. One leg curled around his tail. The other leg bunched up like he was kneeing the bed, and his other arm splayed over the empty side of his bed.

Empty besides the plush doll, not a drop of blood spotting its form, of course...

"And so we are the new lords of all bedframes!" A combee, that Oryan thought was Clare, but had multiple more combee acting as arms and legs, clutching a staff in her combee arms, cackled. She had Silas stuck to one of her honey slathered combee arms and looking uncomfortably pleased at his current state.

"Yes, all of us can see how you fall when looking into mirrors," he laughed as more honey rained from above, smothering the cackling mr. mime until he was no more. The second cousin of all bedframes, somehow Oryan knew the title had inexplicably changed, rose from behind him as a honey soaked monstrosity.

He would have screamed as its giant combee/honey hand descended upon him, but there was something about the situation he was comfortable with. He was enveloped and leaned into the rippling honey that enveloped him until it turned into fabric.

Now it was claustrophobic and he cried out, voice muffled by the fabric, until he tore a hole in it. Tumbling out, Oryan found himself in a dimly lit basement, the one he was sure he had been in earlier. Except now he couldn't see his hands, feet, or anything else about him. Instead he could see everything in hexagonal shapes, each shape being a perfectly clear view of the room. The room that contained him, a plump and purple grumpig sharing an Oran Berry with a shadowy shape.

All he could make out was its hand, a cruelly sharp and blistered hand, daintily holding half of a berry in its talons.

He felt the irresistible urge to attack himself, as in the him that he could see, despite the aura of pure death that the other figure held. Deciding that he wasn't too smart he buzzed forward on wings he didn't know he could use, or had, and raked the claws he had along his other self's arm.

Then the shadowy figure looked at him and he was swallowed up in all-consuming blackness.

He floated for some time, an hour, a day, a minute, he wasn't sure. What he was sure was that something was not about to happen.

Then he landed on something soft.

"Something's happening!" a voice that sounded like himself, except really, absolutely, unnecessarily, cheerful, said.

"Oh thank you," his voice, again except rather sarcastic, replied. "Not that I couldn't figure out that myself."

"H-hey now," his voice, this time quivery and nervous. "I don't think that-"

That version of him was interrupted by the other two.

"Exactly! We are so slow sometimes!"

"I mean that sarcastically, I am more than capable of figuring this stuff out."

"I-I don't, I mean, we-"

"Super DUPER sarcastic, we are just the best when it comes to vitriol!"

"Ugh, could I STOP being so LOUD and CHEERFUL, it's really annoying."

"N-now come on, that's a little mea-"

"WHAAAT!? I don't WANT to be happy? I think you're a little silly, you should have a nap."

"No, NO! I am you, you are me, I want to be happy, but not as incessantly overbearing as you!"

"NAAAAAP~"

"Uh, c-come on, I'm trying to say som-"

"I DON'T NEED A NA-"

"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!" The nervous voice suddenly bellowed. "I- I mean... shush?"

Oryan blinked, he wasn't sure why he needed too in what he had gathered was a dream, but he did so and as his eyes opened again, things were different once again.

"Hmm?" He looked around. It seemed he was back in his bed, except the ceiling went on forever, and he was convinced he could fly. Testing quickly proved such a suspicion to be true.

"Hee, hee, hee," a voice he hadn't heard before giggled. "You are cute, and your dreams are so interesting!"

Suddenly there was another pokémon besides him on the bed. There was a half of Oryan that decreed all things to do with this situation to be 'of the shit' and needed to be woken up from. The other half of him felt like he had worms wriggling over him, so he assumed it agreed. The inexplicable third 'half' of him, however, was all for the company.

Deciding to listen to this mathematical inconstancy, Oryan turned his head.

"Huh."

There wasn't much more to say than that. It was a banette. On a first glance, Oryan could be forgiven for thinking it was female. There was a certain curve to the banette that implied femininity, its fingers were also more than just stubs, longer and slender, a twinkle in its pink eyes promised mischief.

But Oryan knew the troubles of being mistaken for a girl, being smaller than other grumpig and oddly curved for a male himself, and there was just a part of him that knew this banette was a male.

"Intuitive you are," the banette laughed and floated up to circle around him. "Oh yes, cute, interesting, intuitive. But are you clever?"

Oryan cocked his head as the banette continued to circle him. He followed it and realised he had probably spun his head enough times to unscrew it several times over. Fortunately, the dream didn't seem to make all immediate thoughts reality, and his head remained attached to his body.

"So why are you here?" he decided to ask. It felt strange, talking to a dream, but only in the way that it felt completely natural.

"To give you a massage!" The banette replied.

"..."

"Sure." Oryan shrugged, it would probably the normalcy of the response that threw him. He was expecting something like 'to see you dance over an open panel of stones and berries', or something else disorganized and confusing.

"Great!" The banette cheered. "Now, lean over."

Oryan complied, relaxing onto the softness of his bed. His bed felt just as good in real life, except he couldn't fly in real life, so he relaxed content. Ghost pokémon usually unnerved him. Mostly due to the type advantage, but they were often tricksters that picked on him as much as everyone else did. Or less to be frank, everyone else could be quite the pile of asses.

But this banette seemed fine. Gleam of mischief in his eyes, but Oryan would be concerned if there wasn't. "What's your name?" He asked, curious to what his mind had cooked up for the evening.

"Xavier," came the easy reply.

Oryan murmured happily under his breath as he felt the pressure from the hands of the banette press against his back. He wasn't sore, dreams were kind like that, but the feeling was pleasant regardless.

The banette's hands were cold, yet comforting. Strong, yet soft. Literally soft, he could almost feel the plush stuffing inside them. Overall a pleasant feeling, however, and Oryan sighed happily.

"Heh." The zipper closing Xavier's mouth twitched into a grin. "Enjoying the ministrations?" His tone shifted, still without undoing the zipper, into a coy tease. His hands drifted lower, pressing along the muscles in Oryan's back, going further and further until they reached his curly tail.

"How's that?"

"Oh!" Oryan eeped. Xavier's hand pressed into the spot where his tail emerged, sending a pleasurable spark through his body, from his feet to the tips of his fingers.

"Heh..." Xavier chuckled, adopting a sultry tone. "That's not the end of it."

He continued the massage, kneading Oryan's muscles; his calf muscles, the gluteal muscles, everywhere with steady and tireless hands.

However, the banette also teased him. A hand would slip along his thigh, brushing against his balls. The massage on his gluteal muscles, his ass, had his cheeks spread more than once on a lingering moment. An innocent touch, would move just a step further and push it into a more intimate territory, before retreating and continuing like it never happened.

It was doing a fantastic job at frustrating Oryan just as much as it was relaxing him, one part of him soon begging for a touch but the hands never strayed so far...

On the third massage of his calf muscles, Oryan's already frayed control, snapped. "Aren't you going to go... further?" He blushed, then was annoyed he could blush in a dream.

"Further?" The banette asked in a completely innocent tone.

It was too innocent.

Oryan was sure that if he looked back, a halo would be shining above his grinning, smug face.

"You know what I mean," Oryan grumbled.

"What you meean~" Xavier crooned, a hand slipping into his thighs again and pressing into a sensitive part of the inner thigh he didn't know of. But before anything could go even a step further, Xavier pulled back. "Whoops, my apologies, my hand slipped again."

One could hear the shit-eating grin on the banette's face, a common feature to be had on many ghost pokémon.

"..." Oryan fumed silently, he wasn't sure why a dream was teasing him like this, but if he had to take charge...

"I want you to go further," Oryan repeated, but before the banette could continue oozing with smugness, he continued, "I want you to take those long fingers of yours and massage... deeper." Even now, however, he still blushed.

"Like this?" Xavier asked, hands simply pressing between his legs.

Oryan snorted and went to push himself up, show this banette what for, when the fingers suddenly arched up.

"Oh!" Dream-Oryan eeped.

"OH!" Awake-Oryan eeped.

Suddenly everything pleasant and floaty stopped and he groaned. "Ooh..." the pain was back, everything ached, his arm stung and his head pounded.

"Why'd I wake up?" Oryan thought to himself as he pushed himself up. He wanted to go back to sleep, but had to find a new comfortable position.

"Hey now," a voice, one that shouldn't be there, announced itself. "You're still sore, lay back down."

Oryan became aware of a slight pressure on his back, and two more points that were pressing into him and rubbing. Three more points actually, but the third wasn't noticeable at first.

"H-huh?" He gasped, trying to push himself up again, but something was pressing him back down.

"The massage isn't over yet."

"What?" Oryan grunted and tried to turn his head to whoever was on him. "Get off! Who are you?"

A soft click of the tongue was his only answer.

"Hey! Don't cluck at me, tell me!" Oryan growled, but the hands pressed into somewhere on his back that felt very good.

"Forgot me already?" The voice asked in mock-hurt. "I'm shattered."

The voice was familiar now, the tone, the inflection, it reminded him strongly of someone. But the knowledge was slipping away, almost like a-

"Xavier!" Oryan spluttered, trying to push himself up again, but the massage returned and the aches abated for another moment.

"There we go." He could hear the grin in the banette's voice. "I'm actually impressed that you do remember, quite chuffed I am~"

"What's going on?" Oryan asked, his heart thumped faster than usual, he had a ghost type on his back, one that was in a dream, that was still massaging him.

"Giving you a massage." It was almost like Xavier was reading his thoughts.

"Why?" The grumpig demanded, it didn't matter that it felt good, it didn't!

"Why not?" The asshole replied.

Oryan huffed in response, but didn't speak further, the strong hands of the banette were really kneading some sore points and talking would just make it hurt. He grunted in pain when Xavier pressed into a particularly sore point, but the banette just continued, a little softer.

After some more massage, this time in real life, Oryan spoke again. "Where'd you come from?"

"You know where."

"No... no I don't."

Xavier sighed, hands stopping for a moment before drifting down. "Come on, you're a smart guy, I'm sure you can figure it out."

The massage continued, focusing around his nether-regions this time. It was distracting, and Oryan stretched out his arms to focus his mind. Absentmindedly he realised the doll was gone.

"Oh," Oryan said. "Oh... ooohh."

"There we go!" Xavier cheered. "Now, tell me, where did I come from?"

"You were the doll, right?"

"Yep."

"That's creepy."

"Oh sure," Xavier scoffed, hands slipping under Oryan's tail. "The haunted doll is creepy. The dream invading and double massaging is completely normal."

"That's creepy too," Oryan confirmed. "Considerably so."

"But it feels gooood~" Xavier crooned, enjoying the pleased grunt Oryan gave. "That's why it's okay."

"That's your excuse for where your fingers are?" Oryan asked, before gasping.

"Just... tell me to stop." Xavier's voice took on a different quality, a raw sound of want. The ghosts fingers had been dancing around Oryan's pucker for a while now, Oryan would bet that such an area is what woke him up in the first place.

Now he was going in and Oryan was enjoying it, a new kind of massage, a deeper massage.

"I'm surprisingly okay with this," Oryan murmured as Xavier went in deeper. "Ah... yeah, I don't think I'm still dreaming, but I feel safe with you."

"That's... something to hear," Xavier replied, fingers pausing for a moment. "Ghost's don't hear stuff like that. Feels nice."

"You protected me didn't you?" Oryan asked, remembering the basement. "From whatever attacked me. Why?"

"You're cute," Xavier responded, grinning when Oryan moaned. "And you picked me up, I'm not sure how long I was in that place... it wasn't a wreck when I last remember it."

"That's... ah... that's a long time, that's been abandoned forever."

"I wonder how the world has changed? How's this?" He arced a finger up, pressing into something really quite good.

"G-good!" Oryan moaned. "Yeah, I uh... good. Um, why didn't you ever leave?"

"I was asleep."

"For that long? Why?"

"I wanted to sleep. Fore... for a long time."

"Why'd you wake up?"

"I got blood on me, kind of kick-started the whole 'ghost' thing."

"Oh... from when I got attacked."

"Yeah, bloody bug," Xavier muttered darkly. "How's your arm?"

"Stings a bit."

"I think I can make you forget the pain."

Oryan moaned softly. He was still on his stomach but Xavier was no longer giving him a back massage.

"Ah..." the grumpig gasped, giving the banette cause to grin.

Xavier had unzipped his mouth, allowing the ghost's tongue to come forth, a long, black and silky organ, Xavier's tongue quickly found its way against Oryan's pucker. The tight ring of muscle giving in after so long against the insistent prods of the banette's tongue.

Soon, Xavier's tongue was all up in Oryan and was driving the grumpig up the wall with pleasure. He could feel it, probing in, everywhere. His walls tried to squeeze down on it, but as they tried the cold tongue loosened them, lubed them. The tongue was an odd sense of not 'cold' but still not anything resembling warm, silky soft as if it was made of satin cloth, yet as strong and firm as a normal tongue, if not stronger.

Xavier chuckled softly as he pulled the grumpig further and further into the grip of pleasure. Oryan was twitching and shifting as the pleasure caused his limbs to want to move, to press back, to get more of it.

Xavier had one hand spreading Oryan's cheeks, to get better coverage, while the other drifted along further and wrapped around the hard member of the grumpig. There was a slight twirl to the others cock, just enough that it would feel wonderful in something else.

For now, however, Xavier was more than content to lightly pump at the twitching cock while he ate Oryan out. Oryan certainly seemed to agree with such a sentiment, if his impressively high-pitched moans were any indication.

"Hah, ah!" Oryan gasped before finding his words. "Th-that's the best you've got?" He taunted, feeling Xavier stiffen behind him. Shaking his rump in the banette's face, not a difficult task with his face buried in his ass, Oryan continued. "I thought you said you were experienced."

"Heh," Xavier chuckled darkly as he pulled back slightly. Oryan wondered if maybe he had gone too far, the sudden burst of confidence now flickering like a candle in the wind. "I thought maybe to ease you in, but if you insiiist~"

Before Oryan could think any further, something prodded his ass again. He felt the confidence return once he recognised the feeling to be Xavier's tongue and went to say more, than another prod was felt. And another. And two more.

"Uh...?"

"Heh."

"OH!"

Oryan squealed and arced his back as four things entered him. Each object was quite thin, but they were long, and all prehensile. "W-what is- ahh..."

He managed to turn his head enough to stop Xavier's zipper pulled all the way open. Before, to let his tongue out, he only opened it halfway. Now, beyond just his tongue, three glittering black tentacles emerged from his mouth.

Each seemed smooth at a glance, but as they were currently snaking their way inside of Oryan, he could feel the difference. Each was textured, and in a different way. One felt like it had scales, causing a most wonderful feeling as they slid against his walls. Another felt like it had barbs, soft ones that made him clench each time it moved, the last had ridges, causing him to twitch each one that went in or out.

With his left eyelid twitching, Oryan tried to find the words to speak, but Xavier's hand found his cock again and all attempts floated away in the wind.

Each tentacle was formed from ghostly energy, causing a wonderful yin-yang bombardment slam through Oryan. One one hand, his body was trying to resist it, it didn't hurt but it was so wrong. Another part absolutely reveled in the 'wrongness' and easily won over the first part.

With the handjob on top of the rimming, Oryan found he couldn't last any longer.

Gasping sharply he pushed himself on his hands on reflex as his body stiffened up. All sense of pain left him as a most wonderful sensation washed over him. He cried out as he orgasm'd, body clenching down on Xavier's tentacles as his cock spurted cum all over Xavier's hand, and Oryan's bed. At one point he had crashed back down on the bed, but he wasn't aware of that for another thirty seconds.

"Heh, hee, hee." Xavier laughed from behind him.

"Hwah?" Oryan attempted, failing to word properly, before composing himself. "Damn."

"Indeed." If Xavier had eyebrows, he would have raised them. "That was pretty intense for you I imagine, but we aren't even close to being... 'finished'."

"Yeah?" Oryan said, without stuttering. "What have you got 'big guy'?"

"Oh how I love this newfound confidence," Xavier chuckled. "Roll over."

Oryan complied, hissing slightly as he knocked his arms injury. Before they went any further, Xavier stepped up, literally on Oryan's stomach, and examined his arm.

"Uh... it's not nearly as bad as it looks," Oryan lied. "Seriously, it hasn't even been hurrrtii-!"

The grumpig gaped as the banette opened his zipper, only allowing his tongue out, and began lapping at the injury. "I uh... hah." Oryan leaned back, face flushing as the numbing feeling of a ghost licking you removed the pain in his arm. "Th-thank you."

"You're welcome," Xavier grunted as he realised his arm, almost unwillingly. "I should have done that earlier."

The brief moment the banette looked guilty was replaced when Oryan kissed him. Instead shock graced his features.

"...You taste weird," Oryan noted after pulling back, the banette remained frozen still for a moment longer, before cracking a wide grin.

"You basically just slobbered over a doll!" His tongue waggled out of his mouth a few times as he winked.

"Oh shut up!" Oryan pouted, going red. "Not like I've ever done it befor... never mind."

"You are so cute," Xavier whispered under his breath, quiet enough that even Oryan barely caught it. Before the grumpig could deny his cuteness, his mouth was covered with the banette's hungry one.

The zipper got somewhat in the way, but Xavier made up for it with a long and highly mobile tongue.

"Ah!" Oryan gasped when they parted so he could breathe.

"Just too cute."

Xavier let his gaze fall downwards, towards their bellies and further down still. Oryan had gotten hard again from all the touching and kissing, and Xavier's arousal never left, he just gave awareness to it.

"Huh...?" Oryan muttered as Xavier stepped back enough to get off him.

"You like~?" Xavier winked again, but even he was surprised when the grumpig grabbed him. "Woah!"

"Yes."

Before Xavier could figure out what just happened, he had been flipped upside down and held by the annoyingly taller grumpig. As his head was righting itself from the sudden spin, a warmth on his aching cock snapped him right back to reality.

Oryan had sucked Xavier's cock right into his mouth, washing the ghosts cock in the warmth and wet of another's mouth.

"Oh fu-ahh," Xavier moaned, his soft face rubbing against Oryan's member, giving him an idea.

"Mmph!" Oryan squeaked as his own cock was taken in by the ghosts soft, soft mouth. It was like silk, as was his cock. A distant part of Oryan wondered just how many types of fabric went into Xavier, but such musings were better left for later as he could already feel the expert banette's mouth teasing him along to the brink.

Determined not to be just a taker, he redoubled his efforts on the banette's cock, licking along the tapered end, tongue flicking the tip, before kissing and sucking his way down to the thick base.

"Mmm..." Xavier moaned, the sound bliss to Oryan's ears, as he lazily sucked on Oryan's cock. The grumpig was only being cuter in the banette's eyes and decided he wanted to hear more adorable squeaks.

He let his zipper fall all the way open and a tentacle, or three, slipped back out. One snaked its way alongside his tongue, grabbing and squeezing at the grumpig's cock. A second tentacle curled around Oryan's balls, giving only the gentlest of tugs and squeezes. The third found its way back to the grumpig's pucker and went straight in, Oryan already being relaxed enough so that it didn't hurt, merely was a surprise.

Xavier was glad he had no blood, or else it'd be rushing to his head with how long he was held upside down. Benefits to being a ghost type, he supposed. Oryan had enough blood for the both of them anyway.

On Oryan's side, he was beginning to thrust slowly, pushing his cock further into the banette's silky throat, before rocking back to grind against the tentacle inside him. He knew he wasn't going to win this race, but perhaps a draw.

"Ghost's aren't the only ones with tricks," he thought to himself as his pears lit up. With Xavier upside down, and burrowed onto his cock, he didn't notice the shine. Oryan generated a Psybeam and then caught it in a Psychic hold, stabilizing it into a nice and rounded dildo.

"Heh, heh, hwo!" Xavier was chuckling to himself, feeling the grumpig's cock twitch, balls pulling up and walls tightening, heralding his orgasm, he was not prepared.

Oryan had slowly, but relentlessly, pushed the generated dildo into what he gathered was the banette's anus, choosing correctly. The sudden entry threw Xavier far off his game and he gagged, somehow, as his cock twitched and sent a stream of ghostly precum into Oryan's mouth. The taste was... something, but less. Either way, interesting.

Xavier moaned before he could stop himself before cutting off, regathered his thoughts and surged forward. He had been thrown too far, however, and he could feel the peak coming too fast for him to prepare for. Sucking harder, he ground his tentacle into Oryan's prostate and felt the grumpig squeal. He grinned, at least he got him there first.

Oryan's orgasm was even more intense than the first, flooding Xavier's mouth with salty seed. After the first three jets, the banette gave up and moaned loudly, vibrating Oryan's sensitive cock, and cum buckets into the grumpig's mouth.

Oryan swallowed, as did Xavier, until their cocks stopped twitching.

With arms a little wobbly, but still firm, Oryan flipped Xavier back up and pressed their mouths together again.

"Hah... yeah," Xavier moaned when they separated, he loved the picture Oryan's face told, red and sweaty, yet eyes burning with lust yet resolved. Deciding to have fun trying to 'resolve' it, Xavier danced a hand down to grab Oryan's cock. The grumpig huffed a breath, his cock still very sensitive, but gave a grin back as Xavier stepped back further.

The grin slipped when Xavier grabbed his legs and pulled them out from under him, knocking him back on his back. "Heh." Xavier grinned as he spread Oryan's legs, a blush lighting the grumpig's face. "Cute."

"I'm not cuuu-ah!"

Oryan tossed his head back as the breath whistled out of him as Xavier slammed his cock in. "D-damn," he muttered, leaning back up as Xavier finished pushing him.

"You alright?" The ghost asked, sounding like he was trying to sound nonchalant. "Not to... big?"

"A little warning," Oryan growled before sighing, trying to relax his clench-hold on Xavier's silky penis. "But no, you're just right."

Xavier's grin returned to being real and he chuckled. "Good, you're almost as tough as you are cute." He pulled back right as Oryan pouted, turning the pout into a moan. "That's the spirit..."

With the grumpig too focused to catch his brilliant humour, Xavier just started to thrust. It was empowering in its own way, a larger mon moaning before him, cock spearing the tight insides of the grumpig, body clenching down and moan after moan bursting from his mouth.

A Psychic no less, normally one of those wouldn't let him come within ten meters, but this one not only let him, he was begging for him.

But despite the passion and pleasure of the moment, Xavier couldn't help but think of those bullies from earlier. They may have been the catalyst for his meeting with this grumpig, and he may have already taught them a lesson, but he knew Oryan could take one more thing.

"Hey now," Xavier said, stopping completely. He almost whined, feeling the tight warmth of Oryan tugging and squeezing at his length, but something even better was to come if all went well.

"Why'd you... why'd you stop?" Oryan asked, taking pauses for breaths every few seconds.

"I want you." Xavier leaned in, body pressing slightly against Oryan's cock, and nosing the grumpig face-to-face. "Inside of me."

It was cute, Xavier thought to himself, to see just how red Oryan could go. But what was even more satisfying, was seeing the thoughts and questions fly through his eyes, before finally settling on determination.

He didn't have to speak, that'd only sully the moment.

Oryan grabbed him by the middle and pulled him up and out of the grumpig in question, dragging the banette over his cock, before the tip paused somewhere near Xavier's tail.

"Ready?" Oryan asked, getting a wide grin in response.

"Do you need to ask?"

"Just being po-lite!" He slammed Xavier down, spearing the banette on his own slightly twisty penis and getting and sharp gasp as rewards.

"Ah! Ah... ahahaha, I know exactly why I like you." Xavier grinned lazily, pain was something pleasurable to many ghosts, but none quite as much as banette.

He could feel his insides rearranging themselves to fit Oryan, something not as life-threatening for a banette, but immensely pleasurable. Having the solid, warm rod of a purely living pokémon was hitting spots inside the banette he never imagined he could have.

Pink eyes glistening with pleasure and grin so wide his face was nearly splitting, Xavier just leaned back and relaxed as the grumpig let out all his frustration and bounced the banette on and off his cock like nothing before.

Xavier could feel it, taste it, know it. Banette were attracted to emotion, and all types had their own appeal. Positive emotion were fulfilling, satiating, wholesome. Raw emotion was strong, unconstrained, almost whispy as it flew everywhere, and negative emotion was like eating the most wicked of treats, absolutely delicious but one that you shouldn't only eat.

Somehow Oryan was giving out all three. He was jubilant, delighted, outright simply happy at this situation. There was the passion, slamming the banette on his cock again and again, there was little control there besides holding him in place, letting him feel the softness of the banette and the tightness as he clenched, somehow, around his cock. And there was the negative emotion, fury, pain, spite, all towards those who never looked any farther than the surface.

It was a cornucopia of sensation, and for a banette that hadn't felt anything in many, many years, it was too much to withstand.

Screaming nonsensical words, Xavier came and came hard. Dark grey seed spurting from his flopping cock, leaving trails along Oryan's chest, belly, crotch, face, even his ears, pillows and wall.

The grumpig couldn't last any longer once he felt his partner clench up and holler in pleasure, howling as he slammed the banette down and held him in place as his warm, living seed burst into the banette's walls and seeped into his body.

"Haah..." Oryan gasped as the lights stopped flashing and the world stopped spinning.

"Eee..." Xavier made a sound, tilting to the side.

Oryan caught him so he didn't just plant his face into the bed and smiled, pulling the spend banette off his softening cock. It was dawn now and light was beginning to attempt to enter his home, jokes on the sun though, Oryan had blinds.

Deciding the day could just be slept away, Oryan gently laid Xavier on one of his pillows. The cheeky banette smiled and mumbled something, a tentacle slipping out before he retracted it. Oryan leaned forward and kissed the top of his head, before pulling back and blushing red.

He quickly got comfortable, facing the other way, and missed the similar smile that stretched over Xavier's face. Xavier was still for a moment, before deciding to the Reversal World with everyone else, and draped an arm over Oryan in a hug.

The grumpig's ears flicked up, before he smiled and leaned into the touch. They went to sleep together, the next day could be faced, together.

Oh how adorable!

This one was a tonne of fun to write, so much fun, you could probably tell :P

Both the dialogue, the characters, the weird dreams, the mr. mime that was a bully! Ha! I just picked three pokémon at random off a randomizer, but still, mr. mime... hahaha.

Ah... this was quite enjoyable to write.