The driving melody of a metal song blasted from the boombox atop the hotel dresser, its powerful rhythm causing the whole room to thrum with sound. The music washed over the beleaguered Seth, who had found himself in a situation that was way over his head.
He couldn't say a word, even if he'd wanted to. His wrists were fastened to the bedframe with lengths of soft but sturdy rope and there was a faux leather strip wrapped tightly around his mouth keeping from emitting anything other than muffled grunts and moans of pleasure. He was completely at the mercy of the dark-skinned woman straddling his waist, who had him pinned by the collarbone. She wore the same grey tube top and leather vest he'd seen before, but was completely naked from the waist down, her pants discarded on the floor nearby. She wouldn't let him move an inch as she rocked her hips up and down, riding his cock with a fervor Seth had never seen from a woman.
Seth hadn't known what to expect when he'd shyly called up Tera the night following his gym challenge, but what she brought to the table was more than he could have prepared for. The woman was a firecracker with a strong will; something he never could have seen coming from her lackadaisical attitude in the gym. The moment she'd stepped into the room, she had complete and utter control over him, her will overpowering his and forcing him to the bed.
They'd been going for nearly six hours now. Tera was insatiable; she rode him until his mind went blank, and then after a rest and hydration break, she was back on top of him. Now, the sun was starting to rise, the morning well on its way.
"Yes, that's it! Just one more!" Tera commanded with a wild look in her eyes, her dark butt slapping wetly against his hips. Seth gazed helplessly up at her, his mind awash with pleasure despite how out of his depth he felt. He could feel his climax approaching, and Tera could feel it as well. She ground against him, his shaft fully hilted inside of her, her arousal and cum from her many climaxes thoroughly coating his crotch. She leaned forward, nipping at his ear. "You are such a fucking beautiful boy. I can feel you squirming there. Are you gonna cum for me again?"
"M-mhm!" Seth managed to get out over the leather gag. A wolfish grin crossed Tera's face. Seth yelped as she slapped his butt hard just as he was starting to climax, a blush crossing his face. 'Mfff! Nnnfff! Hfff!"
"Oh yes, here it comes! Let it all out for me, you sweet little thing! Aaah, fuck yes!" Tera moaned as Seth came for the fourth time that night. He cried out, his shaft throbbing as he helplessly released his seed inside of her. She swooped down, lowered the gag, and planted her lips upon his for a good long while. "That's a good boy. Aah, so good…"
Tera bounced on his cock a few more times, and then she got off of him and collapsed on the bed beside Seth, panting heavily. "Whew...it's been too long since I've had a good fuck. Thanks for that, Seth."
Tera glanced over at him when he didn't answer, only to see Seth sprawled there, bliss splayed across his face. She chuckled. "You alright there?"
"Y-Yeah…wow," Seth found it hard to put his thoughts into words after a session like that. "That was incredible."
"Yeah? I should hope so. I never liked all that vanilla stuff. Make it kinky and liven things up, I say." Now that Tera had caught her breath, she rolled over and untied Seth from the bed, allowing him to withdraw his arms and rub the circulation back into his wrists. "There you go. Now roll over."
Seth blushed and did as he was told, revealing his bare butt to her. He flinched with surprise when she slapped his butt again.
"Damn, you really have the nicest ass," Tera commented. She reached down with two fingers. "Relax for me real quick."
Seth took several deep breaths. He screwed up his face and grunted a bit as Tera grabbed ahold of the plug she'd inserted into him and gently drew it out. She wiped the excess lubrication from its surface with a paper towel and set it aside.
"You feeling alright? Drink up if you haven't yet." Tera asked him. She snickered. "I did put you through a lot."
"No kidding. I didn't even know half of what you did to me was even something people did while having sex," Seth admitted, eyeing the rope and the gag that had once restrained him. "That was a little scary."
"Why didn't you tap out, then?" Tera asked with some concern as she continued to clean up. "I told you to use the safe word I gave you if you were ever uncomfortable."
"I knew you wouldn't hurt me. Kyra was looking after me the whole time," Seth indicated the Kirlia that sat upon the dresser beside the boombox, who was eyeing Tera witheringly. He flushed. "And...it was actually...really exciting. Especially when you...when you...uh..."
"When I what?" Tera raised a brow, her lips curving into a smirk. "Speak up, boy."
"When you kept calling me...a...a…" Seth's face felt as though it were on fire as he tried to get the words out. "...a good boy. I don't know why."
"Hah! Spoken like a true sub!" Tera bellowed with laughter. "Guess you found something out about yourself tonight, eh?"
"More than one thing," Seth muttered. He glanced at all the various bindings he'd been subjected to last night shiftily. He had a lot to think about.
"That's what I like to hear. I can tell you what shops to go to if you feel like you want a set of gear for yourself. Mauville's got a few, but Lilycove City is a treasure trove if you know where to look," Tera revealed to him as she began to gather her things.
"Before that, I have a question." Seth glanced at the plug that had been in his butt not too long ago. Tera had insisted he wear it, but hadn't much explained, and it was difficult to say no to her. "Why did...that...feel so good when it was in...in my…"
"In your ass?" Tera finished the sentence for him. Seth averted his gaze, embarrassed. "Heh, you really are a newbie. That's because men also have a g-spot."
"A what now?"
"Are you serious? You don't know? What, are you from Johto or something?" Tera looked honestly shocked by that. Seth nodded, embarrassed. Tera blinked. "Alright then. It's basically a spot inside us that feels really fucking good when you rub up against it. Mine is in my pussy, way in the back. Yours is right up your ass."
"Wait, what? Really?" Seth gazed at her in shock.
"Yeah, I'll show you. Here, lift your legs." Tera moved over to him and grabbed one of his thighs. Seth shifted uncomfortably. "Relax, I'm not going back in."
Seth reluctantly did as he was told, lifting his legs to give Tera a full view of his butt. She shifted up against him and placed a finger just above his hole, but below his balls. She gently applied pressure, causing the skin to give until it pressed up against a hard lump. Seth exhaled sharply, finding the sensation pleasurable.
"Feel that? That's your g-spot. Or your prostate, if you wanna talk like a doctor," Tera prodded a few more times and withdrew, allowing him to lower his legs. "That's why the plug felt so good. While I was fucking you, its tip was rubbing up against your g-spot. When you cum, it feels even better."
"Huh...I guess it makes sense now why people like being...well, penetrated there," Seth remarked.
"Oh yeah, we love it. As for you, it feels a lot better on the inside. It's not necessarily a gay thing either." Tera revealed. She smirked at him. "That said, If you feel like experimenting, try taking a dick from someone up there. I'm told it feels like heaven for some men."
"I-I don't think I'm ready to think about that…" Seth stammered, much to Tera's amusement.
"Of course you're not. You did just find out about it. Here," Tera dug into her bag and fished out a flexible model of a human cock made of silicon, measuring roughly six inches in length. She tossed it to him. "You can have that. It's like experimenting without having to find a guy first. Use lots of lube. Like, a lot. And make sure it's water or oil-based."
"Thanks, I guess?" Seth rubbed his head; his horizons had been expanded significantly tonight. He realized wryly that he'd learned more from Tera in a single night than he'd learned from all of his previous partners. "By the way, do you always have sex with music?"
"Duh. I'm a rocker. Nothing is better than fucking to some sweet metal," Tera moved over to the boombox and shut it off, giving Seth a brief view of her lovely dark ass. "That's another reason why Magnemite here is so useful. He can keep any sound we make from leaving this room."
Tera gestured to the Magnemite that had been hanging suspended in the air near the ceiling, its magnets rotating steadily.
"So that's why my door didn't get beaten down by hotel staff due to noise complaints," Seth remarked wryly. He moved to get up, only to find that his legs were wobbling like jelly. "Whoa."
"Take it easy there," Tera helped to steady him. "You should probably rest some more before you head out. You don't have to work like I do, right?
"No, but I do need to head up north to Mt. Chimney. But...I guess traveling right now might not be a good idea," Seth yawned widely and got back in bed, wrinkling his nose at the heavy smell of sex that hung in the air. "I should probably shower though."
"That is a good idea. But I'm getting it first because I have to work soon. You just sit your pretty little ass on the bed and recuperate," Tera pressed lightly on his chest with a chuckle and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The pattering of water hitting the tiled floor filled the air a few moments later.
"Alright, I'm headed back to the gym now," Tera stood at the door, fully dressed and groomed, with her bag hanging over her shoulder and her Magnemite hovering in the air just behind her. She beckoned to him. Seth only made it a step before she grabbed his arm and reeled him in for one last kiss, her scent overwhelming him. She snickered at the blush that covered his face the moment she broke away. "You are just too precious. Anyway, I don't know when I'll see you again, but you've got my number if you're ever in town. Call me if you want to rock, drink, or fuck, I'd be down for either."
"I will, thanks. You take care." Seth held the door for until she was gone, and then he stepped back into the hotel, still feeling a little shaky. He walked over to the dresser and held himself there just in front of Kyra. He gently stroked her hair. "Well, that was enlightening. Exhausting too. I don't think I got any sleep."
Kyra rolled her eyes but hugged up to him regardless, a mix of jealousy and amusement flowing from her end of their mental link. She eyed the leftover marks from the rope on his wrists, and the jealousy grew.
"I really need to find out what you're okay with and what you aren't okay with. I don't want to upset you, even though you seemed just as eager to have her over here as I did," Seth rubbed her cheeks affectionately. Kyra shook her head, reassurance coming from her end. "I just don't get it. One day they're going to come up with something that lets pokémon talk to us."
"Anyway, I smell awful, so I'm going to step into the shower. Coming?" Kyra nodded and hopped off the dresser and joined him as he walked into the shower.
A day of rest passed without much incident. Seth was truly exhausted and somewhat sore, so he spent most of the day in bed-albeit with a fresh set of sheets—either sleeping or reading, with Summer curled up on his lap and Kyra on his other side with a book of her own.
However, his father called once again as it grew closer to evening, and an hour passed as he and Seth discussed the battle with Wattson.
"Three badges. You've gone farther than I would have expected in such a short time," Norman admitted as their conversation neared its end. "It's only been a month and a half since you first received your pokémon. You really are an exceptional trainer."
"Thanks, but I think I mostly just have exceptional pokémon," Seth responded bashfully, unused to receiving such praise from his father.
"You certainly do, but give yourself some credit regardless. You've worked hard," Norman reminded him. There was a sigh from the other end of the PokéNav. "So, your next stop is north to Lavaridge Town, isn't it?"
"I believe so. I have other business up north, so it makes sense to hit that one next. Do you know anything about the gym leader there?" Seth asked.
"I do. Her name is Flannery, and she only recently received the promotion to the leader position—three months ago, I believe. She's young, but I hear she has spirit," Norman revealed to him. "She uses fire-types, but don't underestimate her because of your Milotic's type-advantage."
"I won't. I've learned from watching battles that type advantage isn't everything. Otherwise, I never would've defeated Wattson. I still can't believe Princess tanked a hit like that," Seth marveled.
"Milotic are known for their resilience. Yours in particular has that regeneration ability, so it goes double in your case. I want to say you'll have an easy time of it, but that would be doing Flannery a disservice. I doubt she got where she is just by luck," Norman said. Seth agreed, finding that sensible. "Okay, I'm going to let you go. I need to get back to it, and you have a journey to make. Be careful while you're on Mt. Chimney, and good luck against Flannery. Once you've defeated her...then we'll talk."
With that, Norman hung up with a click. Seth placed the PokéNav back in his bag and gathered the rest of his things. Come tomorrow, he planned to leave as soon as the sun rose.
After leaving Mauville City, the terrain grew much rougher than to what Seth was used. The forest swiftly dissipated, leaving only a patch of trees here and there along the path. The road grew rockier, the formerly rolling hills rose higher and became rugged cliffs, and various ridges jutted out into the path at irregular intervals, forcing the road the wind around them or tunnel through them. Now he was truly in the foothills of Mt. Chimney, and it was only going to get rougher from here.
All the while, Seth allowed Summer to accompany him on foot along with Kyra. Only she knew where her home was, so she needed to help him find it. Yet, from what he could determine, there was still a long way to go.
Because the path was so rough and treacherous, Seth's pace slowed significantly, and it took him several days before he made any real progress. Yet he didn't mind; it was good to be back on the road again after the long time he'd spent in the city. Everything was so wondrous to him; he spotted various Geodude and Graveler clinging to the sheer sides of cliffs or hiding in the shadows beneath ridges or overhangs. In the various lakes that he came across, he could see Goldeen occasionally rising to the surface or ducking below to avoid swooping bird pokémon.
In the distance, he could see Mt. Chimney rising high above him, getting closer with every step he took. He could also see the vaunted cable car that would take him up to the very top of the mountain, where he could then take the path down to Lavaridge Town.
Just as he was thinking about what sorts of attractions he'd see in the town, Seth noticed that the path ahead was blocked. On both sides of the road were rocky cliffs: the one on Seth's left rose hundreds of meters up on a steep incline, while the one on the right was significantly smaller, but still sizable. There looked to have once been a natural rocky bridge between the two cliffs providing the road with shade, but its remains now completely blocked the way forward, the pass choked with rock and broken trees.
Seth clicked his tongue, gazing at the rockslide with concern. "That's going to be a problem. I didn't bring rock climbing gear."
As Seth approached the rockslide, he spotted a gathering of trainers that were no doubt in the same predicament of wanting to travel north. Tents of various hues were pitched along either end of the pass, and smoke rose from multiple campfires, where some of the stranded travelers grilled food for everyone. A selection of them was working together with their pokémon in an attempt to clear away the rubble, while others were on the road itself, engaging in casual pokémon battles to pass the time.
"Hey there!" Seth was greeted by a cheerful blonde trainer dressed in a black denim jacket over top a white cotton shirt. The trainer jogged up to him, flashing him a friendly smile. "I'm guessing you're trying to get past Mt. Chimney too, right?"
"That was the plan. What happened here?" Seth indicated the rockslide.
"There's been a lot of quakes recently. No one's really sure why," the trainer gave a shrug. He sighed and gazed over at the rockslide as well. "We're thinking one of them knocked loose the overhang."
"Quakes? Mt. Chimney isn't about to erupt, is it?" Seth looked nervously up at the mountain's peak , where even now a steady cloud of ash rose into the clouds and drifted north. Despite how fascinating volcanoes were to him, he didn't relish the thought of being anywhere near an erupting one.
"What? No way, the volcano hasn't erupted for hundreds of years. Sure, it's active, but we'd have gotten an evacuation alert via PokéNav if there were any real danger," the trainer didn't seem concerned in the slightest. "The only real issue we've got is this darned rockslide."
"Do we have the city coming out to help?" Seth questioned. He recalled what he knew from the Hoenn Map. "I can't imagine it's good for business to have the road between Mauville and Fallarbor blocked."
"Yeah, sure, they said they'd help, but it's going to take them days to get their equipment and get over here," the trainer gave a helpless shrug. He pointed out the group of trainers by the rubble. "So as you can see, some of us don't want to wait."
"I'd imagine not. Is there any room for one more? I'd like to help if I can," Seth offered. The trainer looked at him in surprise. "I don't want to wait here any more than the rest of you do."
"Then sure, we can use all the help we can get. Come along, I'll get you introduced," the trainer said, looking thrilled. He beckoned and turned back in the direction of the rockslide. "The name's Jack, by the way."
"I'm Seth, and this is Kyra," Seth reciprocated, falling into step behind Jack. Kyra poked her head above Seth's shoulder and hummed softly.
Jack glanced back briefly as he walked. "Oh wow, a Kirlia, huh? You plan on taking the league challenge?"
"I already started. I have three badges so far," Seth revealed. Jack whistled, impressed.
"Not bad! That's how many I've got," Jack patted the badges pinned to his jacket with pride. The two of them passed through the center of the impromptu trainer encampment, avoiding the trainer battles along the way. "There's a few other league contenders in here as well. Take Cassandra over there. She's got four badges already. I also hear she's a big name in the contest scene."
Seth followed Jack's hand to see a woman nearing her thirties engaged in battle with one of the other trainers. She held herself with an air of elegance and sophistication, and air accentuated by her well-kept black hair that rested upon one shoulder and clean, pressed apparel. She stood with her arms crossed, occasionally raising a hand to adjust her hair, revealing the chain earrings tipped with a small black orb hanging from her ears. Every so often, she'd call out an order to her pokémon, an Eevee and a Skitty, who were currently dominating the pokémon of the opposing trainer.
"Or David over there. He's got three as well, but he's done it with such ease that I think he's got a shot of facing the Elite Four," Jack indicated a stern man in his early twenties with a firm jawline, shaggy black hair, and a slender body who sat on the edge of the path in a folding chair, an intimidating snake-like pokémon with a bladed tail curled around his chair with its head in his lap. Seth didn't recognize the pokémon, so he scanned it with his Pokédex to reveal its name: Seviper.
"Wow, they look tough," Seth replied, mostly out of politeness. He had no idea how strong they were compared to his pokémon, so he assumed they were around his level if they'd gotten as far as him.
"Yeah! I've already battled them a few hours before you got here. I managed to beat Cassandra, but David rolled me up and tossed me aside. I'll beat him next time though," Jack admitted ruefully, giving the trainer in question a competitive glance. "But enough about that. Alex! Take a break real quick!"
Jack's call gained the attention of a large man in his thirties who was working hard at the rockslide together with a group of Machop. The man turned around inquisitively, revealing a clean-shaven face with a square jaw and well-defined cheekbones.
"You have room for one more, big guy? This new trainer showed up, offering to help," Jack addressed Alex.
"Certainly! There's no shortage of rubble to shift," Alex beamed brightly, but then he turned to look at Seth. "Oh hey, you didn't say he'd be cute."
"I know right?"
Seth suddenly found the both of them glancing at him appreciatively, and he flushed and averted his gaze, Kyra snickering on his shoulder. He'd never get used to people, much less other men, calling him cute. His blush deepened as he recalled Tera's advice to "take a dick" from a man to see if he liked it.
"Hey, I'm Seth. Nice to meet you, Alex," Seth muttered out, forcing those thoughts down for the time being.
"You as well, Seth. Welcome to our 'labor camp!'" Alex chuckled at his own joke, and then he offered his hand for Seth to shake. Seth did so, finding that both Alex's hand and his grip strength dwarfed his own. Alex then eyed Seth's arm muscles...or the lack thereof. "I have to say though, are you sure you can handle it? This is hard work."
Seth was about to answer when Kyra hopped off of his shoulder. She lifted her arms, her fins glowing brightly. A rock just as large as the ones Alex and his team had been lifting rose up from the pile of debris and moved to the side, clutched firmly in her telekinetic grasp.
"That on the other hand is extremely handy to have. That's a strong Kirlia; it doesn't even look like it's breaking a sweat!" Alex commented on the display, thrilled. "I take it back, welcome aboard, Seth. Make sure to take care of yourself though, and stop if you get tired."
"Thanks for your concern, I will." Seth wasn't offended. All of his muscle mass was in his legs due to his walking habits. "Where do we start?"
"Come on, I'll show you. There's a lot to do." With that, Seth joined the team to help clear the road.
Under Alex's guidance, Seth, Kyra, and the other trainers collaborated to pick away at the rockslide. Alex had a skilled eye; the larger man pointed out various rocks that could be safely removed without causing any further rockslides and then they'd work together to remove them using picks and their pokémon.
Yet the work was rough going. Like Alex had said, Seth wasn't used to this sort of labor, so he tired quickly. Kyra easily picked up his slack, lifting rocks far beyond what he could lift. Yet even she tired after a few hours, showing in how she struggled more and more to lift rocks of the same size.
"Seth, are you and Kyra tired?" Jack asked, noticing the two of them slowing down. Seth nodded breathlessly, resting his hands on his knees. "That's alright. Take a break and get yourself refueled and re-hydrated. Here."
Jack reached into a nearby cooler by one of the campfires and retrieved a pair of plastic water bottles; one large and one small. Seth caught them gratefully. "Go on, get some rest."
"You're sure?" Seth asked.
"Yeah. You're no use to anyone exhausted. Besides, there's no rush here." Jack flashed Seth an understanding smile. Sighing with relief, Seth retired to one of the folding chairs around the campfire and cracked open the bottle, Kyra leaping onto his lap and doing the same with the smaller bottle.
"Hunter, we're running out of water. Can you go back to the city for a supply run? Pick up some burgers and hotdogs on the way back too. I'm feeling like barbecue for tomorrow, how about you?" Jack immediately began giving orders to some of the surrounding people. The trainer called Hunter readily agreed and hopped on a bicycle before wheeling away in the distance. Jack then turned to a couple of trainers sitting around the campfire. "Jason, Kelly, have you had enough time to rest? If so, tag out for Seth here. The poor thing is exhausted."
"We're on it, boss." The two trainers leaped to their feet and joined Alex by the rockslide.
"You seem like you're used to this," Seth observed, impressed at how easily Jack kept this impromptu excavation team organized.
"I wasn't always a trainer," Jack replied, laughing with some embarrassment. "I worked in management for my dad's moving company for a time. I just kinda picked a few things up here and there."
"I suppose that makes sense. I only recently started myself," Seth said. He took a long drink from the bottle and then sighed in relief. "Sorry for the trouble. I'll be back at in a few hours."
"Take your time, man. You don't even have to come back if you don't want to work. It's not like you're being paid for this," Jack returned with a wink. "Take it easy. I'm going to get back to work."
Seth watched him go. It was hard not to smile looking at the group of trainers working together towards a common goal; a goal to do what the city could not.
Seth took a seat in one of the folding chairs, joining the rest of the tired trainers in a circle around a crackling campfire. The sun had long since dipped behind the cliffside, plunging the pass into cool darkness. On his left was Jack, while on his right was Cassandra. On the opposite side of the circle, he recognized David and Alex, the latter's team of Machop prepping some of the leftover barbecue ingredients for the grill.
It was the third night since arriving at the blockage. They were making steady progress, but Seth had known from the moment he arrived that it would take more than a night or two to clear the rubble. On the first night, he'd pitched his tent along the side of the cliff with the other trainers. Despite all this, Seth found the delay to be rather enjoyable. Not only was he getting an excellent and refreshing workout, but he was also getting to know some of his fellow league challengers.
"So, Seth. What are you taking the League Challenge for?" Alex asked out of the blue as their food sizzled over the fire.
"Huh? Me?" Seth was broken out of his thoughts by the sudden question. He briefly looked at Kyra, who rested on his lap. "Well, it's because Kyra, my Kirlia, wants a decent challenge. It's exciting, but I'm mostly doing it as an excuse to travel. I want to see what the region has to offer."
"Hm, respectable. Though it's unusual for a trainer to take the challenge without really wanting to win," Alex replied. David, who was sitting near him, let out a quiet scoff.
"I wasn't really much of a trainer, to begin with," Seth admitted. He pointedly avoided looking at David, noting that his answer seemed to have earned the trainer's disdain. He changed the subject. "What about yourself?"
"Oh, I definitely want to be the champion. But I want to do it my way. I'm a martial artist," Alex revealed, displaying his arm muscles for all to see. "I've been having each of my Machops trained in a different style, visiting dojos all across the country for them to learn."
"That's actually really cool. So no two of them fight the same. That would catch any prospective trainer off guard," Jack reasoned.
"You nailed it. Brawly told me he was really impressed," Alex boasted proudly, thumping his chest with a fist. "Though as long as we're on the topic, what about you, Jack?"
"I'm only recently a trainer. I decided to leave my dad's company when my little guy evolved one night. He turned out really strong, so I wanted to see how far I'd get," Jack grasped a pokéball from his belt and released a strong looking bipedal pokémon wearing a mask of bone atop its head; a Marowak. Upon being released, the Marowak twirled the ivory white bone club his species was known for. "Cassandra? You want to get in on this?"
"If I must," Cassandra spoke for the first time since Seth had originally seen her, not counting her orders to her pokémon. She leaned forward, adjusting her hair so it didn't fall in front of her face. "I'm taking this challenge to prove a point. I fully intend to return to Lilycove City when I'm finished to resume my contest career."
"Contests. The nerve of you people astounds me," David spoke up next, his lips curling into a sneer. "The League Challenge, and the Elite Four, is a place for trainers with the skill, ambition, and drive to be the best. Not for people to play around."
"Oh? Then I suppose you see yourself among that elite number. That's quite a stretch, isn't it?" Cassandra replied to David, even as Seth and the other trainers grew uncomfortable at the change in atmosphere. "I find your nerve to be rather impressive as well."
"As it should be. I intend to not only become the champion of Hoenn, but also the World Champion," David proclaimed, much to the shock of everyone listening.
"Whoa. That's…" Seth emitted before he could stop himself. Disbelief colored his expression. He saw David battle a few times and he looked as though he could be a challenge, sure, but the trainer's proclamation was unbelievable. "Wouldn't that mean defeating Red?"
"Technically no. After taking the title, he hasn't attended a World Championship League since," Jack answered for him. "Instead, he'd have to battle some other big names like Lance from Johto or Alder from Unova. Not to mention the current World Champion, Cynthia."
"After that, I do intend to track Red down. I told you I'm going to be the best, not some loner," David emphasized. "So trainers like you all are an eyesore."
"Of course. However, perhaps you may find that aiming for the peak in terms of ego is a more attainable goal. You've already made such admirable strides," Cassandra returned sweetly.
"Are you trying to pick a fight? We can battle right now if you're going to keep running your mouth," David snapped, reaching for his pokéballs.
"Oh my. I'm not opposed. Perhaps you'll learn something after battling me," Cassandra rose from her seat, reaching for her pokéball.
"Relax, you two. You can battle after dinner," Alex cut across the squabbling duo, irritated. He glared at the both of them until they relented and sat back down. Alex beamed and grabbed a bottle of beer from beside his chair. "Still, I'm glad we all talked. I hope to see everyone here at Victory Road!"
"I'll drink to that," Jack reached into the cooler and produced a bottle of his own, cracking it open easily. He turned the cooler around to face the center of the circle. "What do you think, everyone? Shall we drink?"
A chorus of agreements rose from the circle, the trainers rising to grab a bottle for themselves. Seth hesitated at first; he'd never had alcohol in his life. Yet, caught up in the moment, he decided now would be a good time to give it a shot, if only so he could be a part of the incoming toast.
"This is to seeing you all at Victory Road!" Jack led the toast, lifting his bottle high. Seth fumbled to get his open, but the cap refused to move and only dug into his hand. Just as everyone else was lifting their bottles, Kyra rolled her eyes and popped off the cap for him.
"To Victory Road!" The trainers said in unison, and then they all took a long drink from their respective bottles. Seth followed suit. David notably abstained from joining in.
"Ugh! This tastes awful! Is all alcohol like this?" Seth couldn't stop himself from complaining after lowering the bottle. He wiped his lips free of the distasteful substance.
The other trainers looked between one another, a look of understanding dawning on their faces. Jack was the first to lose his composure, the man breaking out into chuckles. With that, the rest of the circle burst into the good-natured laughter of those who knew precisely what Seth was going through.
It took a little over a week for the path to be cleared. There was far too much rubble to think about clearing the entire pass, so the group focused on clearing a simple straightforward path.
As luck would have it, just as they were about to finish the path, the contractors from the city arrived. They arrived with heavy construction vehicles such as excavators, bulldozers, and dump trucks, each equipped with offroad treads and/or tires.
Seth waited with the rest of the trainers while Jack spoke with the commissioner from the city, the latter of whom seemed rather displeased that the trainers had taken it upon themselves to do their job for them. Jack handled it well; just as the commissioner was attempting to force the trainers back to the city, Jack managed to convince him to clear the rest of the path for them. With a powerful explosive blast from an Arcanine, the last of the debris blocking the narrow path they'd dug was blown away.
"That was actually a lot of fun," Seth admitted after he'd made his way through the pass behind Jack. "I didn't think we'd be treading on the city's toes though."
"Eh, who cares. It's their problem for taking so long to get out here in the first place. The Commissioner is probably just pissed that we did some of his job for him." Alex retorted from behind Seth, who moved to the side to give him room. Cassandra and David exited the rift next, plenty of other trainers not far behind. "So, what's everyone doing after this?"
"I want to check out the desert ruins before heading up to Fallarbor," Jack answered, producing a set of goggles from his bag and hanging them around his neck. "I wouldn't follow me unless you've got a set of these for yourself. My Nav tells me there's a sandstorm up there."
"I would like to visit Meteor Falls. My sources indicate I can find rare pokémon there. I'd prefer to travel on my own if that's alright," Cassandra answered with a placating smile.
"I'm headed up to Mt. Chimney to visit Lavaridge," Seth revealed. "I haven't challenged its gym yet...and I need to take one of my pokémon home."
"So, seems like we're splitting up here. Good luck on your travels, everyone," Alex called out with a smile. With a chorus of acknowledgments, the group of trainers steadily dispersed, heading to their various destinations. "Wait for a second, Seth."
"Hmm?" Seth turned around just as he was leaving.
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"I don't suppose you're into men?" Alex asked, taking Seth off guard. Seth couldn't formulate a proper answer, his mouth hanging open dumbly as he tried to come up with something. "I'm just saying, I think you're really pretty for a man, and I like that."
"I..." Seth gulped as the heat rose in his face. Alex noted his discomfort and began to look concerned. "I'm…"
"Whoa, you can forget about it, if it makes you that uneasy," Alex backed off. "Just take the compliment then."
"It's not that. I'm just...not sure yet," Seth admitted.
"Ah, I get it now. Damn." Understanding dawned on Alex's face. He held out a slip of paper to Seth. "Anyway, here's my number if you ever figure it out. Take it easy, alright?"
"Okay. You too," Seth accepted the paper and put it in his pocket, uncertain if he'd ever follow up on this particular offer. He took a deep breath and slapped his cheeks to snap himself out of his thoughts, and then he set out along the trail...and right into Jack.
"Oh, did Alex finally hit on you?" Jack questioned with a smirk. Seth froze and then nodded. "I knew he would. Everybody likes a good femboy."
"Everybody keeps saying that. I'm not even sure that's what I am," Seth protested.
"You're not? Well, you definitely look like one. It's in the way you walk and talk. Besides, you've got the looks for it," Jack observed.
"I do?"
"For sure. Not even a hint of facial hair or five o clock shadow, round face with prominent cheekbones, and even your hair," Jack then patted Seth's side. "Even down to your figure. From behind, you totally look feminine."
"I…well…" Seth found that he couldn't argue with his assessment. "I've never been able to grow facial hair...and I just like my hair this way."
"Hey, you don't need to justify it. I say take the look and own it. If you do, you'll basically get partners of any gender just by batting your eyelashes at them," Jack advised him amicably. "You're honestly blessed. I've really got to work at it if I want to look feminine."
"Why would you want to?" Seth was honestly curious.
"Why? Because it feels nice. And hey, sometimes I want to land a man, too," Jack answered with a shrug, looking unabashed at the admittance. "I guess it really depends on your sensibilities. Though either way, you can't really change how you look, so again; own the look and take what compliments you get."
"Alright. I'll uh...think about it. Thanks, I guess," Seth couldn't think of anything else to say in response to that. It just gave him more to think about on top of what Tera had taught him.
"No problem, man. Anyway, I'm headed to the desert. You take it easy, alright?" Jack stepped forward and gave Seth a brief hug, surprising him. "Hope I'll see you at Victory Road!"
"Same to you." With that, Seth and Jack went their separate ways.
GAY DEVELOPMENT END
At long last, Seth was able to resume his journey. Once again, he released Summer to lead the way forward. The further up the mountain they climbed, the more she appeared to know where she was going.
Furthermore, Seth found the journey to be much more exciting. He was climbing a mountain, the winding road taking him higher above sea level than he'd ever gone before. Every time he reached the top of a cliff, he'd stop and peer down at the rest of south Hoenn. One night, he made a point to camp at the top of a cliff like this, such that as he cooked a meal over the campfire, he could gaze over the edge and see the lights of Mauville city twinkling in the darkness.
The next day, Seth ventured up the eastern side of the mountain, where he noted a dark cloud of dust and sand suspended over the rocky ledges. He checked his map and verified he was by the desert of Route 111, where Jack had said he was going. Out of curiosity, he climbed down several of the rocky ledges and made his way towards a gap in the ridges, through which he could see soft sand and cacti through the whipping winds.
Seth grunted and covered his eyes; even from this distance, sand from the storm occasionally scattered into his face. Like Jack had said, there was no point in going that direction without the proper equipment. He turned his back and walked away, intending to return to the path. However, as he did so, he felt a slight disturbance in the air behind him, followed by the harsh buzzing of an insect-like creature.
"What the…!?" Seth whirled around, but only caught a glimpse of a green darting through the ridges into the desert. Kyra leaped off of his shoulders and lifted her arms, ready to defend him. Summer similarly summoned up her flame. "I'm guessing I'm not the only one who saw that. Was that a pokémon?"
The three of them stood on guard for any sign of danger. A minute passed, and there was no sign of the pokémon. Seth allowed himself to relax. "Weird. I wonder what that was all about. Come on, let's get moving."
Seth resumed his walk back to the main path...only for something to stir in the ridges above once again the second he turned his back. The buzzing came once more, but this time Kyra was faster to react than Seth.
Kyra lit up with psychic energy, rocks and dust lifting from the earth and swirling about her. She focused her mind and sent a lethal barrage of earth up towards the top of the ridge from which the buzzing had originated, shattering the rock there to reveal the culprit: a sandy yellow dragonfly-like pokémon with a small head topped by two antennae. It clutched at the ridge with its four thin legs while gently flapping its green rhombus-shaped wings. It watched him closely, its eyes blinking slowly.
"What kind of pokémon is that?" Seth reached for his Pokédex and attempted to scan the pokémon, but it was too far out of range of the device's scanners. He took a few steps closer, but the pokémon dipped behind the ridge and into the sandstorm. "Tch. That's a little frustrating. Come on. We can't follow it into that sandstorm."
Seth decided to put the issue of the strange pokémon out of his head, and he began to climb up the ridges back to the main path. Yet, the buzzing returned faintly about a half-hour later. Seth paused halfway up the cliff he was climbing and sighed. "It's following us, isn't it, Kyra?"
Kyra spotted the pokémon flying a good distance away from them. The creature alighted upon a nearby boulder and gazed down upon them silently. Seth climbed atop the ridge with Kyra and gazed at the pokémon, bemused. "Does it want something?"
"Hey! Can I uh...help you with something?" Seth called out to it. The pokémon made no indication that it had heard him. It simply sat there upon the boulder, watching them. He clicked his tongue. "Well. I'm not sure what to do here. Do you think it means any harm?"
Kyra seemed confused as well, but she sent her confidence over to him via their mental link.
"That makes sense. If it does want to hurt us, you're more than capable of dealing with it. Keep an eye on it for me, Kyra." Seth agreed. With that in mind, he met up with Summer and continued on their way, the strange pokémon following them at a safe distance.
A day later, Seth left the foothills and finally set foot upon the base of Mt. Chimney itself. The ground was now rocky and devoid of vegetation and he could feel the temperature rising gradually with every step. Up ahead, he could see a set of pylons jutting high into the sky, connected together by cables. That was the path the cable car used to take travelers to the peak. According to his map and travel instructions, using the cable car and then using the Jagged Path was the only way to reach Lavaridge Town.
Yet before he could reach the small outpost where the cable car picked up travelers, Summer darted off the path along a rocky ledge, the small fox moving at a full sprint.
"Summer, wait for me!" Seth broke into a run as well, his gear clanking about within his backpack. He was hard-pressed to keep up with her while encumbered by his camping gear and Kyra. Summer led him along a winding and treacherous path following along the edge of the mountain.
Seth finally caught up to her, panting heavily from the exertion. He looked around to find himself standing in a small clearing tucked up against the very edge of the mountainside, a sheer drop on his left leading to certain doom should he fall. At the far end of the clearing was a small cave tucked into the space between the cliff walls. It could easily have served as a den for wild pokémon.
Summer gazed at the empty clearing, completely silent. Seth stood beside her, his spirits dropping. It was clear that pokémon had once lived here; the floor of the den was covered by a thin layer of dead grasses, leaves, and hay, and the center of the clearing was decorated with rocks stacked atop one another.
There were clear signs of a struggle. The earth was churned and pockmarked with small craters, likely the result of explosions, the rocks were burnt and blackened as if scorched by terribly hot flames, and some of the stacked rocks were knocked over.
Summer began to tremble. The fox darted into every nook and cranny of the den, searching for any sign of her family. Upon finding none, she collapsed and let out a keening cry. Seth closed his eyes and sighed with a heavy heart, even as anger flowed into his mind from Kyra. This could only mean one thing.
"This is Team Magma's doing," Seth stated simply. He knew from his initial meeting with Summer that they were the reason she was all the way down by Mauville City in the first place. Only criminals like them could be this brutal.
Seth knelt down by Summer and scooped up the grieving fox into his arms, gently stroking her back as she trembled. "We'll find them, Summer," Seth assured her calmly. "Coming up here first was the right decision. If we had gone to Verdanturf Town first as I'd originally planned, Team Magma would be gone and there'd be no chance of finding them."
Summer gazed up at him in surprise.
"Summer, you're part of my team and a friend. Even if you weren't, I made a promise that I'd bring you home safely." The confidence flowed from his voice, even as he inwardly shuddered at the thought of having to deal with another team of criminals. "You can't say you're really home if your family isn't here."
"Here's what we're going to do. Team Magma is probably still around. I've learned my lesson about confronting criminals like them. However, if we can find where they're keeping your family, I can call the police. They'll get your family back," Seth expressed. His words were slowly calming Summer down, the fox slowly regaining her composure. "Now come on. We need to get to the outpost. We can probably learn more there."
With that, Seth reluctantly left Summer's home behind, grudgingly accepting the fact that he'd have to once again contend with a criminal organization.
Seth walked into the small outpost by the cable car just as the sun began to set. The pokémon from the desert was still following him, but he paid little attention to it as long as it stayed distant. He'd figure out what to do about it later, once he'd figured out where Summer's family was.
The area wasn't anything special; there was a visitor's center with a map, a market from which to restock supplies, and a various set of cafes and lodgings for travelers. At the far end of the outpost, set against the cliffside, was the cable car station.
He could tell something was wrong the moment he walked into town, however. There were several trainers, but they weren't battling. They and the regular citizens moved quickly from place to place and spoke in hushed tones if they spoke at all. Most suspicious was how they all avoided the cable car station. That was precisely where Seth needed to go, so he steeled his nerves and approached the station.
The first thing he noticed were the two figures standing just outside of it; one male, one female. Each of them wore a tightfitting cloth bodysuit colored a dark red. Over the top of this, they wore red shorts with a golden belt buckle, a sleeveless red shirt emblazoned with an M styled to resemble a blazing fire, and hoods tipped with two black spikes covering their heads. They wore red and black fingerless gloves and red boots, and attached to their belts were pouches containing several pokéballs each. It didn't take Seth long to deduce their identities, especially when Summer's hackles rose and she began to growl.
"Hold it, buddy," the woman snapped at him the moment Seth drew close, holding out a flattened palm. "You're not getting in here. The cable car is closed."
"Closed? But this is the only way to Lavaridge. Is this sanctioned by the town?" Seth asked, pretending as though he didn't know who they were.
"Of course it is. We have our official documents right here," the man produced a set of papers stamped by an official-looking seal. Seth had no idea if they were authentic or not, but he had his doubts. "If you don't believe us, that's tough."
"And don't go getting any ideas. We're more than equipped to deal with you if you try anything with that Kirlia of yours," the woman added smugly, patting the pouch at her side.
"Easy, there's no need for that. I won't," Seth responded hastily. The last thing he wanted was to pick a fight with Team Magma. "When can I expect the cable car to open back up?"
"We'll let you know. Check the news app on your Nav," the man answered with a scowl. "Now beat it."
"Alright. One last question, though. Have you seen a group of Vulpix or Ninetales around here?" Seth asked directly.
"How the hell should we know? I said beat it!" The man, out of patience, reached for his pokéballs, causing Seth to backpedal immediately.
"That didn't go well," Seth murmured while walking back through the outpost. He could feel the dissatisfaction coming from Kyra without even looking at her. "I know we could probably take them, but the last thing I want is to be on their radar. Do you remember what happened with Team Aqua? The only reason we're in one piece is that Archie thought he could recruit me. There's no guarantee Team Magma will be so kind."
Before Kyra could form any sort of meaningful reply, Seth heard a hiss from a nearby alleyway formed by the adjacency of a cafe and a hotel. He turned to see a familiar girl wearing all too familiar blue and white clothes.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Anya of Team Aqua hissed at him in shock from her hiding space in the alley. Seth blanched, the color leaching from his face.
"Kyra!" Seth ordered, taking no chances. Kyra began to glow as she eagerly summoned up her power.
"Don't start a fight here, you idiot! You want to tip off every Team Magma goon in the outpost!?"Anya whispered to him harshly. She beckoned to him emphatically. "Get in here, and then we'll talk!"
Seth hesitated, glancing between her and the two Team Magma grunts, who even now were watching him suspiciously. "Fine. Stand down, Kyra." With that, Seth ducked into the ally as well, ending up face to face with Anya. "What do you want?"
"Are you with Team Magma after all? Here I am watching them, and you of all people just happen to show up in the outpost with them?" Anya accused him, jabbing a finger at his face. "That's too much of a coincidence, and I don't believe in coincidences."
"Don't lump me in with those criminals," Seth spat—just remembering what they'd done to Summer was enough to earn his total disdain. "I don't like either of you teams, so stop acting like I have to choose a side."
"You should choose a side, especially if you're going to keep meddling. If you're not with them, then you were clearly trying to pick a fight there," Anya pointed out stubbornly. "Join up with us if you hate them so much."
"Hell no. I don't care what you say. I'm not joining Team Aqua," Seth snapped. Anya's face screwed into a frustrated scowl.
"It's like you didn't hear anything Archie said!" Anya expressed vehemently. "Are you seriously so caught up on a few mishaps that you can't see the bigger picture!?"
"Anya, I watched one of your members almost kill a man! There's no bigger picture than that!" Seth shot right back.
"You short-sighted little brat! Can't you even grasp the simplest of concepts here? Without the ocean, everyone dies anyway! What's wrong with a few sacrifices!?" Anya refused to relent.
"What's wrong with—!? Are you kidding me!?" Seth nearly lost his temper, but then he felt Kyra sending calming waves of emotion over to him, helping him cool down. "This is a waste. I didn't come here to argue with you."
"Yeah? Then what did you come here for?" Anya crossed her arms, gazing at him expectantly.
"The better question is, why is Team Aqua here?" Seth countered.
"Duh. Because Team Magma is here. Wasn't that obvious?" Anya answered. "They're up to something up on the summit. I'm here to keep an eye on them."
"That's...concerning. I don't want to get caught in the middle of a gang war. But more importantly, did you happen to see them with any pokémon like Vulpix or Ninetales?" Seth questioned. Anya raised a brow at the odd question.
"What's that matter?"
"Just answer the question."
"Why should I give any information to an outsider?" Anya's lips curved into a smirk. Seth exhaled sharply, his ire rising once again. "Aw, did I upset you, pretty boy? Clearly you're new to this whole game."
"What game?" Seth demanded impatiently.
"If you want information on Team Magma, you'll have to make it worth my while," Anya explained, her smirk turning into a grin.
"Wouldn't it help you if I was causing trouble for Team Magma?" Seth asked incredulously.
"Yeah, if you actually did something. I've got no guarantee of that," Anya retorted. "So no, that's not good enough."
"Then what do you want? Money?" Seth knew he had plenty of that, even if he hated the idea of giving any of it to her, and by extension, Team Aqua.
"Money? Hah, like I need any of that," Anya scoffed.
"Then what!?"
"Hm…" Anya leaned back, pressing a finger to her cheek as she thought. She then glanced at him, a smile playing across her lips. "Kiss me."
"What?" Seth at first thought he didn't hear her right.
"Kiss me," Anya repeated firmly. Seth gave her a blank stare, causing her to scowl. "Hey, back when you tricked me into thinking you were going to join, I was going to play with you so fucking hard, considering how submissive you look. Then you stabbed me in the back and I didn't get any of that. So if you still won't join us, this is the most I can get. So take your balls out of your purse and kiss me! Don't you care about those Vulpix?"
Seth glanced down at Summer and then back at Anya. He sighed. She wasn't unattractive; the way her outfit hugged her breasts and hips was very appealing, and her face had that tomboyish charm, complete with a set of plush lips. Yet the fact she was a criminal detracted from all of that.
"...Fine. But don't expect me to like it," Seth complained, much to her delight. He took a few uncertain steps closer to her, thinking about how he should go about it. She didn't specify where to kiss her, so maybe he could get away with kissing her on the cheek—
Anya lost her patience. "Just come here, you pretty piece of ass." She reached out, grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled him to her. Seth had just enough time to yelp before her dark lips encompassed his in a kiss.
Seth made to break away, but Anya wouldn't let him. Her arm snaked around the small of his back, while her other hand rested on the back of his head. She exhaled softly through her nose as she parted her lips to allow Seth's tongue entrance. Her chest heaved and a blush colored her cheeks as they continued to kiss.
"…!" Seth pulled away when he realized he was getting too into it. He gazed at the blushing Anya, who was licking her lips. "Did you really have to hold it so long?"
"Did you have to use your tongue?" Anya replied smugly. Seth flushed and averted his gaze, causing her to cackle with glee. "You're a pretty good kisser. Too bad you've got that stick up your ass, or we'd have so much fun."
"Whatever. Just tell me about the Ninetales already," Seth made a mental note to never think about this moment ever again.
"You got it. So, Team Magma has been collecting pokémon from around Mt. Chimney for a while now and bringing them to the summit or loading them into trucks, probably for transport back to wherever their base is," Anya revealed. "If your Ninetales are anywhere, they're up on the summit. If not, I'm sure Team Magma would know."
"I can't get up to the summit. So how does that help?" Seth demanded helplessly.
"You can't get up there by yourself," Anya rephrased for him.
Seth glared at her. "Not happening."
"Suit yourself. Good luck getting up there past Team Magma," Anya gave a shrug. "Though...I may know another way."
"What other way?" Seth asked before he could stop himself. When Anya's smirk returned, he groaned. "What, do you want another kiss?"
"Well, since you're offering," Anya leaned forward with a glint in her eye. She grabbed Seth and pulled him in. Seth sighed and mentally prepared himself for another kiss...only to yelp like a girl when Anya's hands darted around him and grasped his butt firmly. She squeezed his cheeks tightly, her fingers slipping into the crease and tracing up along his hole through the fabric of his pants. "Hm...now I'll tell you."
"Ahhh! Warn me first, you stupid Aqua jerk," Seth whimpered, blushing furiously as she withdrew from him. He still felt the tingle of her touch upon his butt.
"No, that would take the fun out of it," Anya remarked. "So, there's a path that cuts through the volcano up to Fallarbor town, bypassing the desert. There's a guy there named Professor Cosmo who's a total nerd for his fossils and space rocks. I hear he knows a secret way up to the summit. Maybe if you ask him nicely, he'll tell you."
"Where's this path to Fallarbor?" Seth questioned.
"Head out of the outpost and hug the cliffside to the west until you find a cleft into the rock. Squeeze in there and it opens out into Fiery Pass. Take lots of water; you'll be in there for a few days. Don't get lost," Anya instructed him. She tapped him on the nose and pushed him away. "Now get out of here. Take the back way so Team Magma doesn't spot you."
"Thanks, I guess," Seth told her grudgingly. He beckoned to Summer and Kyra and moved to leave the alley.
"Hey," Anya called to him just as he was leaving. She glared at him. "Don't get in Team Aqua's way. Next time you pick a fight with us, I won't go easy on you, even if you're pretty. Got that?"
"Loud and clear. I want nothing to do with all you criminal teams," Seth responded darkly, and then he left Anya and the alleyway behind.
WARNING: ANAL PLAY BELOW, QUIT CHAPTER IF OPPOSED
Seth walked into his hotel and dropped off his equipment with a sigh and released all his pokemon into the room. He found it difficult to think, as despite how harrowing it was to see Anya again, she'd left him with quite a difficult predicament. He let his pants fall to the ground, revealing the most prominent symptom of the problem, an erection that bulged against his underwear.
He was horny. He could still feel her taste upon his lips and her hands squeezing his butt and brushing against his hole. He didn't like her at all; in fact, he was certain his feelings bordered upon hate due to her blatant disregard for her and her team's wrongdoings. Yet the way she'd just handled him like that was...greatly arousing.
"Damn it...stupid Anya," Seth breathed, even as he gently stroked his cock through his underwear. Kyra eyed his erection with a hint of a smile, a low coo escaping her. Her telekinesis tugged at his underwear, suggesting that she was willing to help, but Seth had other ideas. "Kyra, I want to try something. Hold on, okay?"
Kyra nodded and watched him curiously as he spread out a towel onto the bed. Seth dropped his underwear and climbed onto the bed, propping his back against the pillows and resting his butt lightly atop the towel.
Seth remembered what Tera had shown him. He reached down with a hand and traced down from below his balls down to his hole until he found that same spot Tera had told him about. He pressed down upon it, sighing with naughty pleasure once he found the right place. He rubbed it firmly, feeling his arousal grow just from that alone.
He reached into his bag, his fingers brushing against the dildo Tera had given him. He was tempted due to his current state of mind, but the size of it intimidated him too much. Instead, he just grabbed a bottle of lubrication he'd bought from Mauville at Tera's recommendation.
Kyra hopped up onto the bed beside him and lay on her belly, watching what he was doing curiously.
Seth popped open the cap and squeezed a liberal amount of the clear substance onto the two middle fingers of his right hand. He used his other hand to slather it across those two fingers until they were thoroughly coated and slippery, and then he added more to them. He blushed, his chest heaving as his arousal mounted.
"I can't believe I'm trying this," Seth whispered to himself. He moved his lubricated fingers down below his balls to his hole, spreading the substance across its rim. Then, he took a break and attempted to push his fingers inside.
"Ah…" Seth's fingers slid inside his butt a lot easier than he'd expected, aided by the incredibly slippery lubrication. His first thought was how warm it was inside himself. It felt as though his fingers were in a tight heated tube made of soft velvet. He explored with his fingers until he found it; a lump against one wall. "Oh gosh~!"
Tera was right. It felt so much better when rubbed from the inside. Just by massaging his prostate, Seth was awash with pleasure. His cock stiffened and released a clear fluid, surprising him as he hadn't climaxed just yet. He wanted more than anything to stroke his cock, but he was using both hands to finger himself.
Kyra noticed his predicament and wiggled over to help him. She climbed up on his side and brought her mouth to his cock, sliding it between her lips as Seth continued to probe his tight hole, brushing his fingertips up against his prostate.
"This feels...really good!" Seth moaned after several minutes of this treatment. So intent was he on his own pleasure that he didn't notice the dildo emerging from his bag, courtesy of Kyra's telekinesis. Seth registered the sounds of the bottle of lube opening and closing, but he didn't connect the dots until Kyra stopped him from moving, using her grip to slide his fingers out of his butt.
"Kyra, what…?" Seth started to say, but then he felt the tip of the dildo pressing against his tight hole. He gasped. "Wait, Kyra...I...aahh~!"
His eyes shot wide as Kyra slid the dildo inside of him, the toy stretching out his hole and giving the feeling of being indescribably full. "Gosh, it's so big...Kyra, take it easy," Seth tried to tell her. Yet, then the dildo brushed up against his prostate and he couldn't string words together anymore. Kyra cooed softly and moved the toy, starting slowly at first.
Ever since Seth had started having sex, he wasn't really much of a moaner until he started to climax. Then he would lose control, and May would always tease him about his girly sounding moans. But this was different. The feeling of the dildo sliding out of him was so intense that all he could do was let out an extended moan.
Kyra let the toy slide until just the tip was still inside Seth, and then she'd push it back in, earning another moan from him. She repeated this motion, penetrating Seth over and over again at a gradually increasing rhythm. She climbed atop of him, idly stroking and licking his cock while she continued fucking him with the toy, her butt wiggling just in front of Seth's face. Yet he couldn't focus on it; he was completely at her mercy due to the waves of pleasure washing through him, even as he struggled to comprehend how much he liked this.
This went on for nearly ten long minutes. Seth helplessly moaned, his body shuddering each time the toy plunged back inside of him. His legs twitched, his mouth hung open, and his vision had gone blurry as he gazed up at the ceiling.
"Kyra...I'm...I'm gonna…!" With such stimulation, it didn't take long for him to reach his climax. Seth grasped her gently in a hug, wanting to feel her warmth as she brought him to a mind-shattering orgasm. "Cum! Kyra! I'm...cumming! I can't…!"
When Seth came, the orgasm ripped through him mercilessly, driving his mind blank as ropes of cum spurted from the tip of his cock. Kyra tried to capture some with her mouth, but there was more than she'd expected, so most of it ended up on her face and hair. "Aaahhh~!" Seth whined, hyper-aware of the toy in his butt due to his climax forcing his anus to contract around its length repeatedly.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Seth's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. He gave one last moan as Kyra gently slid the dildo out of his butt and set it atop the towel. She turned to gaze at him expectantly as if waiting for him to grade her efforts.
"That was...really intense," Seth admitted, his butt feeling sore from being penetrated so much. "I...I think I can see what Tera was getting at. W-Whoa."
Seth let himself lay flat on the bed, his butt still slick with lubrication. "Thanks for helping me experiment, Kyra. I...kinda wanted to see if Tera was right. And well...now I know why people like it so much."
Kyra hummed happily by his side, using a soft tissue to help wipe him clean. From all that exertion, Seth felt himself already starting to tire. Trusting Kyra to take care of him, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift to sleep in the afterglow of his orgasm.
Author's Note:
Nope! It didn't take me a year this time! That said, I've got quite a bit to talk about.
First, I've gotten a lot of pushback on my inclusion of any gay content, even though I'm allowing them to skip. I've already addressed this once, but apparently some of you didn't get the memo. So let me be 100% crystal clear on the topic.
Get. Over. It.
Or leave. It's really not my problem if some of you don't like it. Though I love my readers and making people horny, I'm writing for me, first and foremost, and I happen to really like gay stuff. So I'm not going to change my story and what I write for those who don't want to see it. Like before I'll keep allowing you to skip it. But I'm not taking any of it out. So please, enough with the passive-aggressive private messages, if you please.
Now then, off of that snarly topic, I really enjoyed writing this one. Not only could I continue writing Seth's inevitable descent into becoming a femboy who gets all the girls and boys, but also I could get some world building in here and establish a few other trainers I'll bring back later. I figure sprinkling in a few named trainers here and there is better than introducing them all at Victory Road.
Lastly, the confrontation on Mt. Chimney is coming soon! I can't wait for that! I get to include the other half of this story! (Sex and Explosions). We've had sex, now its time for the explosions!