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It was bewildering, watching the charmander, Charina, pacing about, looking around. She felt completely different from before: both as a tamed Pokémon, and then as a Pokemon he'd foolishly freed. She seemed more like one of the mercs in town.
And yet, she still addressed him as "master". She still deferred to him, in some way. Was it a glitch in the pokecharm?
"I think we should get a move on, master," she said seriously. "There's a whole buncha scents around, and most of them are hours fresh. There's a lot of Pokemon around these parts." She hesitated. "Unless... you want to train me on them? Well, that's a good idea, too sir." She puffed up her washboard chest, her flame tail on display. "I'm certainly a capable enough Pokemon."
"Charina... was it?" he said, tentatively. "How... I mean, do you remember anything from before. Before we had sex?"
The charmander's face flushed. "It's all a bit hazy, if you'll pardon me saying so, master. Can't really recall-though I do remember you releasing me from the charm."
Pokemon and humans had vastly different languages-no amount of learning by humans could make them learn all the different dialects used by the various types. The Pokecharm bridged the gap, turning their unintelligible language to something humans could understand, and only because it held the mysterious mechanisms devised by a joint Pokemon-human endeavor. Under the charm, a Pokemon could eventually learn human language and customs, and eventually be on fluent speaking terms. That was a prerequisite for trained Pokemon to become mercs.
As far as he knew, or at least from the knowledge he'd gained, no merc ever addressed a human as "master", not like Charina did. Then again, there was a whole bunch of things people still didn't know.
To sate his curiosity, he made Charina burn the area where they'd had sex; then find a safe spot a little farther from there. He then asked her stay on alert as he released the other two Pokemon.
"Sleepy. Don't disturb," said the morose squirtle, who tapped the belly on her curvy, form-fitting shell armor, then rolled around to sleep. She curled up, almost looking like a big rock streaked with blue.
"Whoa, is it battle? Battle? Bitches to please? Conquer? Yum!" The bulbasaur was more feisty, stomping around on her moss-covered legs as she sniffed around her.
Both Pokemon were cute little specimens, just like Charina. And both still acted like normal tamed Pokemon.
"I would not recommend me training against them, Master," said Charina, who'd sized up both Pokemon. "There's a big chance I'll win, and I won't get better picking on weaklings."
"Weaklings?" he repeated.
Charina shrugged her shoulders, as if it were a natural thing to say. "They feel... weak somehow. I can smell it. Even the water-type. I'll wager my flames can withstand her."
That was odd. The Pokemon were said to have been equal in power, or at least close to equal. He checked his Dex. They definitely were the same. Was it just boasting, or was it another glitch? He was too far to get a second check using the Pokecenter's computers.
"You very pretty," the bulbasaur said, blinking at him. "Want seed me?"
And there it was, reminding him. In releasing Charina he'd only wanted to establish his link with these Pokemon, whom he hadn't captured personally. His curiosity had gotten the better of him, which now led to this strange situation. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, glancing from an eager bulbasaur to a bemused Charina.
"I hear," the squirtle said suddenly. She rolled over, her gaze taking on a different look. "You have good parts. Mate with me."
He looked to Charina again, who caught his eyes and chuckled. "I'll do it if you want, Master, but I'm still kind of sore. Maybe I'll just sit this one out." There it was, the complete difference between them. The subdued, yet persistent libido of the tamed Pokemon, compared to the relative normalcy of a merc. He recalled Nana saying that it was very sensible, not to have sex all the time. One of the smartest things humans had going for them, she'd said.
He looked again at the two Pokemon, and swallowed. Everything was so tempting about them: their small luscious bodies, their eagerness to be fucked, and his own raging lust, still reeling from his last tryst with Charina. Nana was a bit wrong. Male humans seemed to want to have sex all the time; maybe that was how Pokemon reduced their numbers so well.
He shook his head, closing his eyes to block out the sight of them. He knew from Charina that this was all just part of their wild charm. Nothing had physically changed for the charmander, and she was still as sexy as these other two, and yet it didn't make him desire her body above all else. There was no tangible pull, as if he were just staring at a fully-clothed human, certainly beautiful, but there was an understanding that they wouldn't just fuck it out right there.
"No. I mean, not like this. And not now." He glanced around determinedly, and returned the two Pokemon inside the charms. He was unsure if he should completely trust Charina, but for now he needed to be farther from Pallet. By now, word must have surely spread. Trainers and mercs would canvass the surrounding area to search for him. The other towns would likely be alerted, which meant he couldn't go in there. Luckily, the forests in this area of Kanto were bountiful in nourishing berries, which was all a survivalist needed. There were a lot of Pokemon too, but that was already a given.
"Try and tell me if a Pokemon's coming," he told Charina. "We'll need to move slow, but stealthy-like."
"Aye-aye," said Charina, in a whisper. The fire-type was not exactly someone suited for moving quietly in a forest of all things, but her scent would help. He had half a mind to use the Repel bottle in his bag, but it was the only thing he'd got.
Eventually they came to a hollow underneath a great tree. Red checked meticulously for signs of previous occupancy-sometimes Pokemon hibernated in places like these, or used these as homes. And while Charina certainly smelled Pokemon, she didn't think any one scent was stronger than the rest, indicating residency.
He glanced at the charmander, who'd been very helpful, and useful so far. Part of it was her strange condition, but he was feeling more confident than ever in his quest. He'd have to have a serious talk with Charina later, to make something of her true feelings. But for now, he had an experiment to replicate.
He retreated further inside the hollow, and instructed Charina to watch the entrance. It would be bad to be assaulted by a Pokemon while his pants were down. Also, the charmander was to watch over the process as well.
"It's a bit much, but please be patient," he said, trying to assure the charmander.
"It's no trouble, master," Charina said confidently.
He decided that even if this was a very unconventional place to seal the deal with a Pokemon (and not forgetting that he'd practically fucked Charina on the forest floor not too long ago), he still wanted to make the next session a bit comfier. He laid out his sleeping bag on the floor, then prepared sheets of large leaves around, in case things got messy. He intended to clean it all up in the aftermath, and then burn it with Charina's help, as he'd done on their mating spot. The smell of copulation, he'd read, would incite Pokemon smelling it to a rampage. Half of the incidents of massed attacks on settlements had been from males carelessly spilling their seed in the wild, which led packs of frenzied Pokemon to the nearest settlement. The Lavender Town tragedy and the Battle of the Sevii Isles were examples of such incidents.
The bulbasaur was a feisty little thing. It smelled of dewy morning grass and misty soil. It had coarse, scale-like skin, which sent pleasurable shocks when his glans brushed against the moss-like hair on her muff. He was careful not to arrest the bulb on its back-from which emerged a whole bunch of vines and leaves when she sensed his arousal. Mercs had said that the key to bonding with grass types like these was to allow any and everything it did with the plant growths on their bodies, even to the point of letting it play with everything it could on the trainer's body. He'd gotten a little experience with it before when he'd had sex with the resident glooms and oddish of Pallet, who used spores liberally to heighten his libido. The bulbasaur nuzzled into him playfully, using its small, silky-smooth vines to caress his burgeoning cock. Its other vines were wrapped all over him, latching on like they wouldn't let go.
"Charina," he managed to gasp, as he wallowed in his lust. His cock was primed and ready to slide into the eager bulbasaur, who was practically cooing for him to proceed.
"Aye, master, don't worry." For a brief moment he entertained the thought that the charmander would betray him, had other ulterior motives. There was no other way but to trust the fire-type to watch, as they'd discussed.
He took off the bulbasaur's charm, then plunged into her depths.
The resulting tightness felt like his dick was going to be ripped off. The vines coiling around him drew taut in turn, and he was fortunate that none were wrapped around his neck. It was now up to Charina to guess when he needed help.
Just as before, the bulbasaur's demeanor changed. It locked its legs around him, its face now glimmering with wild, bestial lust. Inhuman growls came from the Pokemon's mouth as he was urged to pound into her, its vines practically pushing him against her like he was some living dildo. More and more of its vines came out, thrashing around them as he slid again and again into her fertile depths. Her insides felt tight and moist, and he felt like a million miniscule vines twirled and twisted around his length with every thrust, making him practically shout in pleasured glee, his spittle flying around, and landing on the Pokemon's face. The bulbasaur's long tongue came out, licking the drops of his spit from her, then a vine pushed his head down on hers, where the tongue now shot into his mouth, wrapping around his tongue and caressing it. The Pokemon chuckled as this made him breathe longer and harder, each deep sniff of her making his world spin round and round. Her musk was rich and potent, the taste of her gooey saliva like delicious, slimy soup.
It was almost a close thing, as his climax came suddenly and without prior warning. He groaned into her modest, scaly chest as he seeded her, emptying his whole essence into her fecund seedbed. The first few signs of something sinister crawling up his spine alerted him, just in time, although before he could even act a red shape came, and click came the collar returned around the neck.
He was aware of his body being pushed backward by a strong force, the loud pop of his cock leaving her slimy twat, and then he whited out.
Red woke later to an insistent poking sensation on his cheek. Groaning, he rolled over to see the bulbasaur tapping him idly with her vines.
"Oh. You're awake, master!" the bulbasaur chirped. "The name's Emma, ready to serve! Charina's filled me in on what happened." She blushed, placing her hands on her cheeks. "Master should've told me he was a lusty man; I'd be more prepared!"
He looked from Charina, to Emma, zeroing in on the charms on their neck. He'd repeated what he'd done, had almost been consumed by that bad feeling creeping up his spine during his climax, and now Emma was acting exactly like Charina. He watched as Emma slipped a vine into her open twat, dripping of his cum, then offered a dollop to Charina, who licked the tip after a moment's hesitation.
"Unbelievable," he said to himself. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew how to do it. Well, only ninety percent sure. The first time might be a fluke, the second coincidence. He took out the third Pokecharm. Third time's the charm.
They travelled just a bit farther. He saw Pokemon now-pidgeys, rattatas and weedles in their natural environment. But Emma spread her sweet scent around them, and so they were able to travel without the wild Pokemon smelting him. Emma felt like an airhead compared to the level-headed Charina, though both shared their "enthusiasm" about him.
He found another shallow cave built into a small hill. Emma used her impressive mastery over her element to lay a suitable bed of leaves around the floor. He was more confident approaching this now-with two Pokemon hopefully loyal to him. He took a while to rest-after running himself ragged against two wild Pokemon consecutively he felt just a bit tired. He took the time to thoroughly grill Emma and Charina on their experience, as well as their relative skills after "changing".
"She's definitely just as strong as me now, master," Charina remarked.
"It's different from before," he said, noting that down.
"Yeah! I'm sure I can beat you flat!" Emma said cheerfully.
"I bet you can," Charina said with a slight twitch of her tail.
He noted down "power boost" on his dex. It was something to experiment with later. Different Pokemon had different powers, and the scale of their strengths varied among the many types, even among individuals of the same species. Trainers could usually make Pokemon stronger through rigid training and various chemical substances, and yet there remained strong Pokemon in the wild, who could take on a battalion of mercs and trainers without breaking a sweat.
Just like the one that abducted Nana.
Emma and Charina had been sufficiently briefed on what to expect. He released the squirtle, who after looking around, began to look at him with renewed interest. Unlike the others her bluish skin was completely smooth to the touch-even her twat was hairless, only protected by a layer of her armor. Her shell-like armor was soft in the front around the belly region, though he heard it said that squirtles did not have breasts under that armor, much like some other water-types.
"I smell her and her on you," the squirtle said, almost dry in tone. She lay down, spreading her legs to present herself while he stripped off his clothes yet again. She lay there, watching him and his arousal with silent interest as he moved up over her.
Suddenly, the squirtle tipped him aside, flipping over so she was now straddling him. Her smile was impish. Though her armor looked heavy, she was actually a very light weight on his hip. He glanced over at Charina and Emma, who were watching closely. He caressed the inner part of the squirtle's thighs, making the Pokemon sigh. Biting her lip, she pressed down on his belly, raising her hips, then sank her moist and dripping snatch onto his hungry cock. Every inch of him slipped in with a wet, squelching sound.
"Master big. This not boring. Good," the Pokemon remarked after making another pleased sigh. The squirtle wiggled her hips, and his cock felt like it was floating on a river going downstream, as warm fluid roiled and churned around his turgid length.
The Pokemon leaned back on her arms, slowly rocking her hips up and down. From here he could see the way his cock slipped into her wet, hairless folds with a squelching sound, every second seeming like it was being devoured by an eager mouth. The wet sounds of their slow mating filled the cavern, the pattern slowly increasing with every second as the squirtle's rhythm gathered speed.
"Mm. Ah!" the squirtle bit her lip, her eyes still closed, her bluish skin now slick with moisture. He'd added his own little thrusts up now, and they were definitely having an effect on the squirtle's subdued lovemaking, each pump of his hip driving a yelp from her lovely throat. Cluing into what he was doing, the squirtle opened one bleary eye and glared at him, though her rueful expression didn't last a second when he thrust more insistently, drawing a pattern with his cock inside her folds. The squirtle shuddered, and he could feel her thighs trembling.
Nodding to Charina and Emma, Red grabbed the squirtle's hips, making it squawk in protest. He began pistoning up and down with more effort, ignoring the squirtle's wordless babble as she held onto his arms, her expression lost in ecstasy.
Then Emma swiped her collar.
The squirtle's eyes widened, a loud roar echoing from deep within her mouth as she wrenched his hands from her hips, then pinned his chest to the ground. Just as before, her expression had turned from enraptured to frenzied, her legs now wrapping around his so he couldn't move his hips. Her insides seemed to come alive, a thousand small geysers now peppering the surface of his penis, making his eyes widen from the sudden, searing pleasure. He came suddenly, violently, his seed joining her inner wetness as she milked him for everything he'd got.
And just like before, a feeling of premonition washed over him, as if the world were darkening before his very eyes. There came the click of a collar, and then water slammed into him, as if he'd been suddenly dunked into a pool. Before the whiteness took him again, he heard someone cry and curse.
Consciousness found the situation slightly humorous, if he hadn't been winded from his sexual marathon. The squirtle was lying on her side near him, chin on hand, looking bored, while Charina held her tail close, glaring daggers at her. Emma just laughed, splashing around on the pool formed from the then-wild squirtle's climax, which had filled the cavern to bursting with a sudden flood of water.
The squirtle yawned, totally ignoring Charina's complaints. "Well, that was fun, master," she said, her language clear as day. She played idly with his chest, looking like a bored, though sexually sated snorlax. "Name's Squirty-Squirt." She looked away, blushing. "... Just call me Squirtle. Less embarrass-I mean, less work for you, master. It's a long name."
He smiled. "I think it sounds great." She rolled her eyes, and flicked his nose, though she seemed happy.
What was most interesting to Red was that his experiments had made unexpected results. He didn't know what to call these Pokemon who called him master yet acted like humans. And he suspected the reason lay in the act of coupling. He grinned to himself. It had not been a day since he'd just left, and already he had pieces to the great puzzle surrounding this world. He was making great progress-now to see if the method worked on real wild Pokemon.
"You know what?" Charina said, still fuming. "Maybe I will take you up on that offer, master." She walked up, pointedly shoving Squirtle aside. She took his cock and stroked it. "Fuck me here. Now."
"Whoa, what?"
"Oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea!" Emma cried, sliding down to place her own possessive hand over his ballsack.
"Wait, Emma, no-"
"Don't leave me out," Squirtle groused.
He glanced uncertainly at Squirtle, who claimed a spot behind his head.
"You've just had your turn," said Charina.
"Don't make me douse you."
He swallowed, as the three Pokemon began to argue about who should go first. They even began wrestling over his poor member, who rather enjoyed the various touches of his three Pokemon. Maybe it was too early to call a celebration.
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