Marowak swiftly ducked down, his prey landing literally right in front of him. He was elated that the bird had taken the bait; the skull of a Pokemon atop a mound of molded clay in the shape of a Cubone, something every Mandibuzz found irresistible. As it mindlessly pecked away at the mound, Marowak, with a grunt, chucked his bone club as hard as he could, watching as it flew forward in an arc and connected with the Mandibuzz's head with a wicked crack.

As it came back to him, Marowak jumped up, sprinting over to the dazed bird with a ferocious yell of his name and jumped. He caught his bone club mid-flight, bringing it down again on the Mandibuzz, easily breaking her left wing. The Pokemon cried out in horrible pain and confusion, not accepting her fate yet. She spread out her wings as best she could, but Marowak was quick to break her other wing, leaving the Pokemon crippled, defenseless.

"Why?" She croaked out as Marowak circled her, almost jovial in his walk.

He pointed towards the sculpted mound of clay with his bone club, grinning slightly. Mandibuzz knew why. He knew why. There wasn't even much in the way of why, they were just natural enemies. That was all he needed. Marowak walked in front of the quivering Pokemon, raising the club high and bringing it down on her head with a wicked crunch, and again, and again, until the crunches became wet thumps. A swift death, straight to the point, something he had done since he had evolved from his little Cubone form. Panting from the effort, Marowak leaned on his club, wiping the blood away from his face as he looked at his sick, twitching creation. One less to worry about, he figured.

Maybe once all Mandibuzz were gone from this mortal plane of existence, maybe then he'd be set at peace, be able to take a day off from this self-employment of dispatching them. With a huff, Marowak bumped his club into the ground before bringing it up and resting it on his shoulder, turning and walking away from the scene, and into a forest.

He didn't know the name of this forest, nor what kind of Pokemon lived in it, Marowak didn't care for such information. He knew where the Mandibuzz were, and that was all that mattered. If a Nidorina or a Beedrill crossed his path, what consequence was that of his? They didn't bother him, so why bother them? The only Pokemon Marowak even remotely cared about was a Trevenant, a Pokemon so close that they might as well have been brothers.

Marowak made his way through the well worn forest path, pushing any weeds or thorns away with his club. The forest was quite chaotic to walk through, especially around this time of the year, when everything was overgrown, when the heat could kill just as easily as his club could, when rain made everything muddy and impossible to cross. The days might be longer, sure, but was it worth it? Worth stepping onto something that looked firm, but having his entire leg sink into mud?

That was something Marowak thought about quite often as he made his way out and into a clearing, absolutely drenched in sweat. This clearing, an almost perfect circle that had a path Trevenant had leading to a river that led…

Somewhere. Marowak had never followed it all the way down.

Making his way to the middle of the clearing where the two lived, Marowak constantly looked around for his friend, who was, for some reason, not there. Trevenant usually stuck close to the camp, something about not wanting to be near other trees or something Marowak didn't remember. With a grunt, he placed the crimson stained bone club down on a tree log and leaned against the log, looking up at the sky. Wherever Trevenant was, he'd be back soon.

. . .

He watched from a distance as Marowak dispatched the Pokemon, grimacing slightly. Trevenant didn't know how his friend was able to do it with such ruthless efficiency, it sickened him even though he was a ghost type. What kind of a ghost gets sick?

Once Marowak had finished doing what he needed to do, Trevenant blended in with his surroundings, which wasn't difficult to do, and watched as he left the scene. Being so interconnected with the forest meant that Trevenant could feel whenever Marowak was in a rush or angry or sad just from the way he walked. If he was angry, there was a good chance he'd smash his club into a tree, sadness was usually accompanied by a smaller stride and a dragging club. Marowak was, at this point… He was walking as if he was happy; he didn't smash anything or drag his club, his stride was long, prideful, yet the nervous steps meant that he was worried about his surroundings.

Trevenant pushed himself off the tree he was resting on, moving out to the middle of the field towards the dead Pokemon. It truly was a gruesome sight, one that almost made him gag. Her head was all but gone, wings broken and bruised; Marowak had certainly done a number on this poor creature. He stuck a leg into the ground, connecting himself with the grass in the field to consume the creature, to disperse the nutrients her blood, bones, and other such unpleasant viscera had to offer up. Once he had stuck another root into the ground, he found where the Mandibuzz's nest was; a mound of bones in a large, old tree.

To his dismay, there were three heartbeats inside of the nest; the Mandibuzz's children. Trevenant was, typically, against killing of any kind, but as he made the tree wrap its branches around the small Pokemon, he told himself that it was either a quick death, or a slow, confusing one. The Vullaby in the nest would get hungry, voraciously so. The bigger one would eat her siblings before starving to death, unable to fend for herself, all the while wondering where her mother went as it slowly died.

No, as cruel as it was, this was a quick death, a merciful death. When Trevenant could no longer feel the heartbeats in the nest, he let the tree move its branches back to normal, taking a deep sigh. He looked up at the sky; sunset was in a few hours, but Marowak was expecting him to be back in the clearing.

. . .

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…

Marowak opened his tired eyes, looking up at who had woken him from his impromptu nap. It was Trevenant, who was doing his best impression of a smile.

"Mmm?" Marowak murmured, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Dinner." Trevenant placed a large leaf down in front of him, which was brimming with all sorts of large berries and nuts.

"Thanks, Trev." Marowak nodded, grabbing a ripe looking Oran berry off the leaf and taking a massive bite out of it, shuddering as the juices ran down his chin. So good, so ripe…

"You were… busy today?"

"Yup. Only got one, though." Marowak nodded as he took another bite, motioning over to his bone club, a grin on his blue stained mouth.

Trevenant sat down next to him on a rock, picking a berry up and looking at it. As a ghost, he had no need to eat, but that still didn't stop him from enjoying the feel of a ripe, squishy berry fall apart in his mouth. Even if he didn't get anything from it. The two ate in silence, something that had become more and more common as the days wore on. It wasn't for lack of topics, or that one was more quiet than the other, no, it had just been something both had been comfortable sinking into.

They had each other.

"You're gonna get fat if you keep eating so much." Trevenant said, pinching Marowak's thigh. "Chubby…"

"You're the one that keeps bringing me all this food." Marowak frowned, slapping the hand away from him. "Besides, my kind has naturally chubby thighs."

"Yeah, sure." Trevenant said, leaning back on a large stone. "S-say, Marowak?"

"Trev." Marowak answered, taking a rather large, phallic looking berry out of the pile. He looked over at Trevenant, grabbing the berry by its thickest part and shaking it, grinning slightly. "Is something on your mind?"

"Wha…? Oh, cut it out, pervert." Trevenant reprimanded, plucking the berry from his hand and tossing it away. "I'm much bigger than that, anyway."

"Alright? What was it, then?"

"I was just wondering, why do you kill those Pokemon so often?" He asked, looking in the direction of the Mandibuzz.

"..." Marowak looked over at Trevenant, his eyes narrowing slightly. Not enough to where it was obvious, but he knew when he had struck a nerve.

"It's just… killing them's all you really do." Trevenant continued. "All you like doing."

"..." He was silent for a bit longer before reaching down and grabbing another Oran berry. Marowak bit into it, biting down to its core with one mouthful, chewing as he looked down at the ground.

Trevenant felt bad for asking him, but it was just something he was curious about. He didn't mean anything by it, and was about to tell Marowak that very sentence when the Pokemon shuffled so his back was against one of his legs. He… he hadn't leaned against him since he was a Cubone.

"What else is there to do?" He said, finally breaking the silence. "Find a mate? Raise a family? No, killing them's all I can do. That, and hang out with you."

"You… you don't think that you've killed enough? How many more do you think you need to kill in order to just be happy with hanging out with me?" Asked Trevenant.

"You remember how we met?" Marowak asked after a few careful seconds of contemplation, looking up at him, his hands folded together on his belly.

"Yeah, you were running away from something." Trevenant said as he leaned back on the rock a bit more. "I pulled you into my father, you were tired, covered in sweat and blood, and wouldn't stop crying."

"I was running…" Marowak hunched over the leaf full of fruits and nuts, picking through them for another Oran berry. He stopped before grabbing the last one, sighing deeply before looking back at Trevenant, a glum look on his face. "Mandibuzz attacked, killed my folks, were about to kill me when I threw my club at them and ran. Ran and ran and ran until you found me, pulled me into that tree."

"Father," Trevenant firmly said, his eye contorting in a frown. "not just some 'tree'."

"Sorry." Marowak looked down, grabbing the berry. "It's why I didn't have the club, though. Never got it back."

"And that one?"

"This one," Marowak hefted the club up, twirling it around in his hands. "I took from the very first Mandibuzz I killed."

"I… I think I remember that. It had been when you first evolved, right?" Marowak nodded, carefully setting the crimson-brown stained bone beside him.

"I killed the bastard with my bare hands. Wrung her stupid, arrogant neck until she stopped moving... and took it." Marowak explained, looking back up at Trevenant. "You asked why I kill them, well…" He shrugged. "Revenge. Enjoyment. Evolutionary directive. Pick one. I don't need a reason for thinning out the population of a parasite."

"..." Trevenant understood why Marowak did what he did. He just wished there was some way that-

"Stop thinking of ways to change me." Marowak suddenly said. Before Trevenant could say anything, he put a fist up, silencing him. "You get this… hopeless look on your face before you give me advice, like you pity me or something."

"I don't pit-"

"Oh, blow it out your wooden ear, Trev. I know you more than you think." Marowak said, grinning a bit. It took Trevenant by surprise; it had been a long time since he had seen him smile.

"Well…" Trevenant sighed, leaning on his front legs a bit. "It's not the healthiest way to cope, but it's your way, so…" He shrugged, picking a berry from the leaf and popping it in his mouth. This one felt… tingly. It burned on its way down, a sensation he hadn't much experience with. "Do what you think will make you happy. I'm going to go to sleep, it's getting late out and there's chores to be done tomorrow."

Marowak nodded, looking up at the sky. The sun had indeed set a while ago, leaving a dim twilight blanketing the air. He watched as Trevenant's eye slowly shut, his bark clamping together, his roots sinking into the ground. With that, he became as still and as silent as a tree, go figure. In this state, very little could wake him; not Marowak smacking him with his club, not him screaming in his face, not even jumping on his head would get the Pokemon stirring. He was the very definition of a heavy sleeper.

He leaned back on the log, looking up at the sky, at the stars and the large, white moon, whiter than the skull on his head. Memories came flooding back to him from when he was a little Cubone, how many hours, days, weeks had he spent crying over the loss of his mother? The full moon had once signified, to him at least, that she had been looking out for him, looking over him, but now that he was a Marowak, he knew that… well, even if she was watching out for him, she wasn't in this world anymore. No point in crying over her, no, now was the time for his retribution to be unleashed upon any Mandibuzz too unfortunate to get in his path.

After trying, and failing, to get to sleep, Marowak sat up, rubbing the back of his head and grimacing. It wasn't the light from the full moon that was bothering him, no, he had long since gotten used to its light. Right now, it was more of a problem of that thing between his legs. Marowak had never liked his dick; it wasn't a problem of self-hatred, no, for a Marowak, he was quite well off. His thick, tapered shaft was a bit longer than most of his species - he had never seen a bunch, but he just assumed he was better than the rest of his kind - and, if he put his mind to it, he could easily learn how to please anyone who wanted to jump his bone.

No, Marowak felt guilty whenever it popped up because it just… felt gross. The effort it took to get off, the sweat that soaked his body as he worked on himself, the white splooge that shot out of him when he climaxed, he just didn't like it. Yet, that didn't stop him this night from wrapping his hand around his subtly growing member, looking over at Trevenant. Still asleep…

He could do it… Trevenant would never know.

It was the beating of his heart from the very prospect of masturbating in front of his sleeping friend that made Marowak begin to slowly rub himself, pulling on his throbbing tapered shaft as he thought about what would happen if Trevenant woke up. Would he be mad? Would he join in?

The very thought of having Trevenant begin to stroke him off with his stiff, wooden fingers made Marowak shudder, made him begin to rub faster. He reached down with his other hand, beginning to play with his balls, getting gooseflesh as he gently scraped the tender flesh. The bony protrusion that acted as his thumb pressed against his cock as he stroked it, and the rest of his warm hand gently squeezed underneath his length as he rubbed, making Marowak flex what Trevenant had called his "chubby," thighs.

He closed his eyes now, only seeing Trevenant in his mind stroking him, it wasn't his hand. Marowak softly began to murmur his friend's name, blushing a bit from the embarrassment of not only masturbating in front of him, but calling his name. How incredibly deviant…

Something suddenly changed in Marowak. He looked over at Trevenant, his heart beating a mile a minute. Should he do what his body wanted him to do? What his mind was begging him to do? He decided to go with what he wanted, getting up and softly walking over to Trevenant, sitting in between his many legs and leaned against him.

An incredibly erotic wave of guilty pleasure washed over him, making his prick throb, a fat glob of precum dripping down his length. Marowak, as silently as he could, grabbed at his member again, feverishly working it in his hand, all the while looking up at Trevenant's sleeping face, wondering what would happen if he woke up. The curiosity almost stopped him from breathing entirely, the squishing of flesh against flesh the only thing he could hear anymore.

With a dozen more frantic, frenzied rubs, Marowak dug his toes into the dirt, taking silent, yet gasping breaths as he shot his load further than he ever had before. One, two, three ropes barreled out of his tip before another one dribbled out and onto his hand, and he was done.

As he laid there, panting, the gravity of what he had just done all of a sudden sunk into his chest, biting down with its red hot iron jaws. Panic gripped him as he looked up at the still slumbering face of his friend, his length that had once driven him to such extremes, flaccid; pathetic. Marowak gently pushed himself off the ground, off Trevenant, and nearly fell over from the haze the orgasm had brought him. As he recovered, he kicked some dirt and dust over the remnants of his seed, and grabbed his bone club.

As usual, he had become covered in sweat, his heart was racing, but worst of all, there was this overwhelming sense of guilt in his chest. Guilt over what he had done, guilt at even thinking Trevenant would like him that way. As he made his way over to the stream, the guilt turned to anger, anger into white hot fury in a matter of seconds, his hand nearly white from gripping his club so hard.

Marowak screamed his name, something he rarely did, and brought the club down on the muddy riverbank. With a sickening crunch, the bone snapped in half, the part that had dealt the firm wallop sticking into the mud; he was left with the other half. He looked at the broken bone club with such a sense of anger and hatred that his mind short circuited.

For the first time since he was a Cubone, Marowak felt the hot, familiar sensation of tears roll down the corner of his eyes as he looked at the two halves of the club. He half sat, half fell onto the muddy shore, putting his snout between his legs as tears stung his eyes. As hard as he tried not to, they just kept coming, each tear a profession of his feelings towards someone he had known all his life.

Why couldn't he just tell him?

Why did Marowak have to suffer through this murky quagmire of despair and longing? He sat there for what felt like a long time, the cool night air drying the sweat on his body; his trip over here had now become a pointless, sorrowful endeavor. The waterworks soon shut off, leaving him unable to do anything but heave dry, shuddering breaths.

The bone was the first thing he felt once he finished with the rare episode. Marowak opened his eyes, seeing it near perfect detail; it was morning already. The bone angered him, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything but toss it down, surrendering himself to his emotions again. He couldn't cry anymore, just take deep, shuddering breaths as he held his head close to his body.

"Is everything okay?" A voice right behind him suddenly asked.

Marowak screeched in fright, quickly spinning around as he fell and threw the half of his broken club at whatever had spoken, grabbing the other half as he flipped over, immediately getting ready to fight. The bone club thwacked against Trevenant, but he didn't look impressed, merely humored.

"Scared the piss out of me…" Marowak muttered, tossing the half of the broken club down and avoiding the nearly piercing gaze of Trevenant.

"Are… are you… were you crying?" Trevenant asked, squatting down on his many legs and carefully studying Marowak's eyes.

"N-no!" He said, rubbing them. "They were just… itchy."

Trevenant wasn't buying it. He pushed a root into the ground, all the while looking at Marowak. He closed his eye as a wide grin spread across his face, a sight that made his heart drop, his hands grow cold, and his entire body to break out in goosebumps all at once.

"Really?" Trevenant laughed, looking at him. "The riverbank's pretty salty where you were sitting. I'm guessing…"

"Shut up." Marowak frowned, trying to walk away from him.

"All night?" Trevenant prodded, looking back at him.

"..." He paused, his back turned to Trevenant. Marowak clenched and unclenched his hands, wondering if this would be, if this could be, the time that he tells Trevenant how he feels.

"Tell me." Trevenant commanded, silently making his way behind him.

"I think I um… like you, you big stupid tree." Marowak responded, still not turning around. "I think of you when I… eh…"

"Wack off?" Trevenant asked, resting a rough hand on his shoulder. It turned Marowak's blood to ice.

"Y-you knew?!" He stammered, swiftly turning around and looking up at him, his mouth agape.

"When I go to sleep, I dig my legs into the ground. When they're in the dirt, there's very little that I don't know of, very little I can't… feel." Trevenant responded, grinning. "You rubbing yourself off, how your nervousness makes you sweat, even how long you've gone without doing it from the amount I feel splatter on the ground, my ground."

"..." Marowak bobbed his mouth open and shut like a confused Magikarp. He knew.

"I gotta say, it was kind of cute having you murmur my name as you came last night. I didn't expect you to be so ballsy as to lean on me, but hey!" Trevenant said, putting an arm on Marowak's shoulder. He began to walk the Pokemon back to the rock.

"H-hey what?" Marowak nervously asked as they drew close to the rock.

"It let me know how you really feel about me. So, how about it?" Trevenant asked.

"I-it?"

"C'mon! Let me fuck you!"

"W-what?! No!" Marowak frowned, pushing off his friend. "I'm not into you like that!"

"So you just want me to suck you off, let you fuck me," Trevenant began, walking towards him, herding him to the rock. Marowak grunted as his back hit the stone, nervously looking up at Trevenant. "you want me to get you off, I expect something in return." Marowak's eyes grew wide, his heart, racing before, now took off as Trevenant told him exactly what he had wanted to hear for so long.

"Y-you promise?" Marowak stammered, looking up at his friend.

"Promise what?"

"That… that you'll do those things to me?"

"Y-yes!" Trevenant laughed, cupping Marowak's mouth with his hand. "You're so cute… now turn around. This vicious hunter will now be the prey..."

"I will not be pre-" Marowak began to grumble, but Trevenant grabbed his shoulders, turning him to the rock and placing his hands on it.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry." Trevenant said, laughing a bit as he grabbed Marowak's tail, lifting it out of the way.

His rough hands made him tense up, and feeling Trevenant's already stiffening member press against him made him wince. Marowak instantly began to regret his decision to let Trevenant fuck him when he felt the tip throb against his asshole. He took his tail when Trevenant handed it to him, biting his lip as he was prodded more and more. Trevenant put his hand on Marowak's shoulder, bending down.

"You ready?" He softly asked.

"J-just put it in already!" Marowak snarled, narrowing his eyes as he looked back at the stupid tree.

Trevenant nodded, and right then, Marowak gasped. His tip pushed inside of his asshole and quickly grew wider and wider, finally offering some reprieve as it began to taper down. It was firm, solid inside of him, sliding in easily, which confused Marowak, but he chalked it up to Trevenant being a ghost, or tree sap leaching from his length, or something, he didn't care about that. He was in pain, sure, but it wasn't bad pain, it was a pain that he quickly grew to love. Trevenant had yet to pull out of him, getting used to his small asshole, but even the pressure that he gave him made Marowak sport a surprisingly strong erection.

Trevenant tapped on his shoulder twice and, not looking back, Marowak nodded, clenching his teeth as he felt the massive length slide out of him to the middle, the thickest part, and he nearly passed out when he felt Trevenant slam inside of him. He fell to the stone, holding on tight as his friend went to town on his ass, slamming into him with all he could. Marowak wished he'd go slower, but the more he cried out to go slow, or to let him get used to it, the faster Trevenant seemed to thrust into him. Had he wanted to be with him as much as Marowak had wanted to be with him?

Was this why he was fucking Marowak like there was no tomorrow, slamming his cock in and out of his ass? He wondered why as long as he could, but quickly began to enjoy himself, grabbing his length with a free hand, letting his tail fall back on Trevenant's body as he began to frantically jerk himself off. His legs were pretty tight together, making Marowak's length feel much shorter than he knew it was, which slightly embarrassed him, but as he pulled at his tip the pleasure from his touch alone was enough to make him moan, never mind the pounding his ass was getting.

Trevenant grabbed onto either one of his horns, pulling his head back as he rode him. It was humiliating, yet it made Marowak moan even harder as he rubbed his little member. The dick thrusting in and out of him was the thickest thing he had ever experienced, and he was surprised he wasn't in tears from just how much it hurt; he chalked it up to the pleasure he felt as the cock slammed into something wonderful deep inside of his rear. Marowak began to groan, feeling close, so, so close already, but before he could sate his lust, before he could cum all over himself, he felt Trevenant let go of his horns and grab both his arms, pulling them back as he thrusted in.

He fought the Pokemon as much as he could, but it was no use; his grip was firm. Marowak let himself be used, albeit with some useless rebellion, looking up at Trevenant. He didn't seem close, no, not at all. His eye was closed in delight as Marowak was fucked silly, and it seemed like he could do this all day. He looked back down at his length, watching mournfully as precum dripped out of it, as it throbbed in the open air, begging for the release that it wouldn't get. To his surprise, Trevenant slowed down, shoving his entire length inside of him and pulling him close.

"You wanna cum?" He whispered in his ear.

"Y-yes!" Marowak begged, looking up.

"You have ten seconds." Trevenant released Marowak's arm, which quickly flew down to his length. Marowak tightened and flexed his ass as he stroked, hoping that the feeling of being as full as he was enough to get him off, but right as he moaned, right as he felt that blissful upwelling that would inevitably lead to an orgasm, his hand was grabbed, pulled back. "Time's up." Trevenant whispered, again holding Marowak's arms behind him, beginning to fuck him again.

He moaned in disappointment and sheer bliss as the large length slid in and out of him. Why couldn't he cum? Shouldn't the thrusting alone get him off? And what was taking this stupid tree so long to cum?! Marowak's eyes grew wide as he felt Trevenant grab him by the waist, letting go of his hands. Before Marowak could even grab his length, Trevenant began to fuck him.

Hard.

Marowak cried out as he was rammed harder than ever, the Pokemon's large cock frantically jabbing into his rear as he was picked up and slammed down on it. Trevenant began to moan Marowak's name as he fucked him faster and faster, wood meeting flesh as his ass was rammed. Trevenant, after finally getting his fix of Marowak's rear, finally pushed himself in once more before growing deathly still as pleasure shot through his mind. How long had it been since he had felt this way?

Marowak began to grunt as he felt warm, gooey liquid spurt into his ass in thick ropes, thoroughly coating his walls. It was such an odd sensation, being filled up with cum, but it was addictive, he realized. Even as Trevenant pulled out, Marowak wanted nothing more than to have his rear stuffed again.

Cum pattered to the ground as Trevenant backed up from the panting Pokemon, marveling in his handiwork. Marowak's ass was leaking cum, struggling to close as he held onto the rock for dear life. His white liquid ran down the Pokemon's chubby thighs and onto the ground, pooling at his feet.

It had hurt so much that Marowak hadn't even been able to stroke himself off. His ass was aching in pain, yet there was an all-consuming fire inside of him that demanded he go on, demanded pleasure from his friend. He turned around, wincing at the sharp, red hot knife in his rear, and looked at Trevenant.

"Your turn." Marowak stated, moving aside.

"Very well…" Trevenant walked over to the rock and lied down on his back, opening his legs slightly so Marowak could do what he needed to do to him.

How… how was he supposed to do this?

Marowak looked at the bottom of Trevenant, unable to find anything to stick his member into. There were two little spikey things that jutted out of the middle of his circular bottom, yet nothing between those, nor to the back or front of them. He got down on his knees, poking with his hand anywhere a hole might show itself, yet was unable to find any hole, crevice, or bump to rub against or into.

After an unreasonable amount of time searching, Marowak finally, finally found what he was looking for. Right below the bottom of the two spikes was a small, puckered hole that almost blended into its surroundings. Almost.

He rubbed it with his hand, feeling Trevenant tense up as he did so, and when he pulled his hand away, a trail of sap came with it. Marowak rubbed some on his twitching, hungry length before pushing it against Trevenant's hole, struggling to get it in. It wasn't that he was too small, or Trevenant was too tight, it was just his nerves getting to him.

With a deep breath, Marowak grabbed the base of his cock and pushed it inside of the hole, groaning as it was swallowed up. He pushed it in further and further and further until he pressed his groin against Trevenant's own, and shuddered. For such a large Pokemon, he certainly could squeeze himself shut well. He wasn't as warm as he expected or wanted, but the oddly soft, almost fleshy ridges, the contractions, everything just made it a lot better than he thought it could have been.

Marowak began to push in and out of Trevenant, realizing that he wouldn't be able to last for much longer before busting a fat load into him, but it wasn't his fault! Trevenant had edged him quite well when he was being fucked, so for fairness sake, Marowak tried his best to hold the orgasm off as he fucked the whiny tree.

It was also quite amusing having such a large Pokemon moan as loud as he was as Marowak fucked him. He didn't think that he was that big, especially compared to the floppy cock almost pressed against his face, but clearly, Trevenant thought he was. Speaking of, Trevenant's length was astoundingly normal for the kind of Pokemon he was.

It wasn't surrounded in bark or branches, no, it was dark like the rest of his bark covered body, thicker in the middle than the tip or the base of himself, slightly transparent, and oozing with leftover cum. Marowak touched it, smiling when it throbbed, slowly getting bigger.

As he fucked Trevenant, Marowak wrapped his hand around it, beginning to jerk it off as his cock slid in and out of the tight asshole. He quickly worked it to full mast, an impressive five or six inches, he guessed, and gave it a small lick. Trevenant shuddered, his asshole flexing tight around him as his tongue ran up his length.

After a few more licks, a few more humps, Marowak pulled the Pokemon's tip into his mouth and began to suck on it, unable to get more than an inch or so in before it filled his mouth up. As he worked on it, the cock began to pulse, growing a more intense shade of black before fading back to its almost transparent look. The more he sucked on it, the tighter Trevenant held his asshole, so there was ample reason to have this wonderful thing inside of his mouth, it wasn't just because Marowak had been looking forward to this very position for years now.

Trevenant began to moan, pressing down on Marowak's skull, forcing him to take more and more of his length as his legs curled around the Pokemon, forcing him completely inside of him. He felt a little trapped, but Marowak soon grew to love the comfort that being inside Trevenant's legs felt like. The Pokemon began to push Marowak against his ass, taking over the thrusting as he sucked on his cock. With each push, each suck, Marowak began to grow light headed, feeling so close to shooting his load that it wasn't even funny.

He slowed down a bit, taking his time licking and sucking down Trevenant's cock, which had been something he had wanted to do for what had seemed like ages. Each second that went by made the Pokemon shudder more and more, but, try as he might, Trevenant wasn't able to get Marowak's mouth past the hump around the middle of his length; it was just too big. Too girthy, not that it mattered, though.

"I-I'm gonna cum…" Trevenant whimpered out, more of a clarification than a warning. He had no intention of pulling out of his mouth.

"Mrph!" Marowak murmured, unable to speak from the mouthful of cock, but it wasn't protests, no, this was something Marowak wanted as well.

He slid his length deep inside of Trevenant, holding it there as the Pokemon used him, using his mouth. This feeling was surreal; the large Trevenant holding him so tight against him, his cock throbbing so needily. Marowak's eyes grew wide as the first strong rope of cum splashed into his mouth, swallowing the earthy, salty cum almost immediately as another one quickly filled him up. Trevenant shook as the liquid left him, pressing Marowak firm against the bulge in his cock, holding him there as he felt such an utter sense of relief.

As he was being used, Marowak began to thrust into Trevenant again, his rod still firm, still throbbing inside of the Pokemon. Each time Trevenant quivered, the ring of muscle around his ass was squeezed tight, almost forcing Marowak's length out. Whenever it got to his tip, Marowak put his hips into it, thrusting deep inside of his friend again, only to be pushed out with each throb.

The amount of cum that Trevenant could produce was astounding; Marowak eventually stopped trying to swallow, instead letting it leak out of his mouth and onto the ground as he happily humped away. Whatever was spewing from his friend made him feel hazy, as if he was leaving his body, the only thing that kept him from fully leaving was the spike of pleasure that ran through him each time he pushed into Trevenant.

Finally, after what must have been a few solid minutes, Trevenant finished spewing his load, and softly pushed Marowak off of him. With a grunt, Marowak fell back to Trevenant's groin, the Pokemon's cock resting on his shoulder as it deflated, and kept humping Trevenant. He was so, so very close, just a few more thrusts, a few more seconds…

"No…" Marowak weakly said as hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him from the sweet, tight hole.

He opened his eyes in annoyance, watching as he was brought up to the inky blackness below Trevenant's eye. With a quivering moan, Marowak's cock was consumed by the twisting, warm darkness, the strongest sucking feeling he had ever felt pulling his length inside. It spiraled around his shaft, feeling as if a thousand tongues were licking him all at once. The pressure never went away, making him clench and squirm and flex as he screamed his name, shaking in Trevenant's firm grip.

"I-I'm go-gonn- Agh!" Marowak grimaced in pain as Trevenant sat him upon one of his fingers, the digit instantly working its way against his prostate, making him begin to shoot his load as soon as it was touched.

Marowak grunted his name, his entire body tensing up as he came into the void that was Trevenant. It didn't matter if he was a ghost, didn't matter where his cum was going, all that mattered was that Marowak was finally, blissfully unaware of everything that was going on around him as he hugged the Pokemon's head. He didn't know how much cum he shot, all he knew was that the void wasn't satisfied with the amount he gave; it kept sucking.

He began to squirm uncomfortably, his cock becoming tender and sensitive, yet still being sucked on. With a firm, awful shove, Marowak pulled himself out of Trevenant, a delicious sucking sound coming when his length left his void. Trevenant placed him down, quivering and shaking in delight, and sat down right there with him. He let the Pokemon recover as his cock slid back into his bark shell, leaning back on the stone.

"T-thanks…" Marowak said in between pants.

"You're going to promise me one thing, understand?" Trevenant said, suddenly grave and solemn.

"What?"

"You're not going to kill anymore Pokemon. None at all." He looked down at Marowak, frowning his eye slightly.

"Okay." Marowak simply said, grinning as he sat up.

"W-what? I… I thought you'd have more of a fight inside of you." Trevenant said, a little surprised. Wasn't killing Mandibuzz everything to Marowak?

"I'll admit, I killed at first for revenge." He said, leaning against Trevenant's bottom. "But after the hundredth one or so, it began to become more of a way to relieve stress. I-heh," He laughed, putting a hand on one of Trevenant's many legs. "I've wanted to tell you how I felt for years now. The amount of times I've wacked off to you, to the things we'd do, well, done, is astounding."

"O-oh…" Trevenant said, slightly taken aback. He wasn't used to Marowak being so honest, so bare.

"Don't worry," Marowak said, grinning as he got on his knees and turned around, facing Trevenant. "as long as we can do stuff," He shoved a hand inside of Trevenant's asshole, then, "I think the Mandibuzz population will recover."

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