Bastion grunted as he pumped up into the High Elf. Her eyes had started to glaze some time ago, but he'd promised to fuck her properly silly if she told him why they were attacking and he wasn't one to go back on his word.
It seems that an outsider had approached the Elf Court and offered them a sum of wealth and magical items if they brought Bastion to them, dead or alive.
The Elf Queen had informed the outsider that they were not assassins, but the reward was far too enticing for some, and a small group had come together to try and make good on the offer.
She swore they didn't know anything about the stranger, just that they most certainly were not an Elf or a forest native of any kind, and had something of an.. aura about them.
Bastion felt she was telling the truth-once he got going with someone they tended to open up rather quickly-and so held up his end of the deal.
That had been some hours ago, Ruby's chemical having dispelled some time ago.
Under the High Elf's orders, the others had all returned to their court, save for one by the name of Chio, who seemed intent on staying with Ruby. He certainly didn't mind-so long as she didn't try to kill Bastion again, and caught her.
In the meantime, Bastion had his team set to training; something that was admittedly difficult to focus on while their tamer was nearby drilling a High Elf into a blissful stupor, but they'd mostly gotten used to Bastion's wavelength by now, and were able to get passed it and focus.
Ruby set his team to the same, having Chio sparring the other harem members so they could get used to one another.
Bastion had the three starters work on their elemental power and spare with on another to try and overcome their weaknesses.
Tiras and Maria alternated between sparring and descending into heated rutting; which at the very least technically worked as sex battle training, which Siara and Galia followed suit in.
The only one not training their body for sex or combat was Clara, who was off away from the others, practicing her dancing and singing.
Bastion hilted himself one last time inside of the High Elf, groaning as he unloaded into her. He doubted she could handle much more; and her lack of response to his asking if she agreed seemed to confirm this for him. He laid her against a tree to rest and moved in for more hands on training with his pokegirls.
He seemed to have done so none too soon, as after a few more minutes directly sparring with Chiara-already tired from sparring Amia and Aika-the fire type started began to glow a bright white. Bastion watched in excitement as she grew taller, her body growing both more muscled and curvier as she took on her new form.
The light faded, showing her new and improved body. Bastion practically tackled her to the ground with a celebratory heated kiss. She'd evolved into a Charmelons.
Charmelons, the Hot N Heavy pokegirl/near human. These pokegirls, being the evolution of the Charamanda, are strong fire types that do well with long ranged combat. Now though, they are capable of fighting close range more easily with a few poison type attacks to compliment their fire.
Much as Bastion wanted to bend over and let Chiara test out her new strength through her toy, he knew that the quirk of her breed required him to assert dominance immediately after her evolution if he didn't want her going rogue on him.
Happily she seemed to understand and accept this, not struggling at all as he undressed her aggressively, bringing his throbbing stiffness between her reddish orange tits.
She bit her lip as her tamer squeezed them around his cock, hips pumping to fuck her chest; still sensitive from the growth evolution had brought.
She let Bastion use her breasts, struggling and ultimately failing not to moan as he did so.
At his order, she tilted her head, letting out her reptilian tongue to flick the tip of his throbbing rod as he thrust between her breasts. Bastion's stamina may have been an endless well, but it was one he used by choice.
He groaned happily, only using Chiara's chest for a few minutes before letting loose; marking the fire type with his seed.
She obediently licked up what she could; only to cry out at the feeling of Bastion's rod finding a new home in her heated cunt.
Bastion purred happily as he thrust into her, feeling how wet and hot she already was as he moved her into a mating press, pounding her against the forest floor beneath them. She held onto her tamer, moaning his name as she let him take her, let him remind her why he was the tamer.
He groaned, throbbing inside the Charmelons as he felt her enjoying it, squeezing tight and needy around him. She may enjoy being dominant with him, but he was proud to know she did still like when the tables were turned on her, at least with him specifically.
The two kept at it for long enough that they lost track of time, not noticing that training had stopped around them.
Finally, after perhaps Chiara's third release, Bastion seemed content that it was enough to prevent her instincts turning her cruel. He slammed to the base, grunting as he flooded her cunt with thick, hot seed.
She let out one last cry as she shook, tensing hard before relaxing against the ground, panting as she tried to catch her breath.
As Bastion slid out of her, he figured that she would need some time to recover before she was up to testing out her new body properly.
And, as he turned to Clara, he realized that this was probably for the best; as he had someone else in need of celebration as well in the meantime.
Ingenue, the Generalist pokegirl. Not known for the flashy moves or animalistic traits associated with other pokegirls, Ingenue are some of the most tolerated pokegirls in the world for how human like they are in all ways. Often times they are sought for the sake of one of their evolutions.
She looked like a normal human, no animal like traits from her time as a Bunnygirl remaining as she sauntered towards Bastion with a smile.
The evolution may not have been a special one to most, but Bastion knew that to Clara, it was an important stepping stone towards her dream. Bastion brought her into a kiss as he sat back, his newly evolved Ingenue straddling him.
He was quite certain the group would make it to Celadon at some point, but highly doubted it would be as soon as any of them had intended.
