Chapter 113 – Aftermath

Pallet Town…

"Zarrr….Fuck…Ahhhh…."

Charizard's moans and growls of pleasure echoed through the little circular chamber of his cave, as his mate's slender yet fiery rod pierced his tailhole. Newly evolved, and twice the size he had been as a Pikachu, Ashachu's thrusts managed to just touch Chari's prostate with his tip, sending shocks of pleasure up the flame Pokémon's body.

Ashachu was straddled over Charizard's tail, his hind legs gripping the base, while his body and forepaws were draped across the large fire type's stomach and chest. Their heads were close together, their mass connected by a strand of salvia. Charizard was gripping Ashachu by the arms. A clap of thunder could be heard outside, unnoticed by the pair over the sounds of their moaning.

A storm had come to the Kanto region, rolling in off the sea and drenching Pallet Town in a torrent of rain. Lighting streaked across the skies and the wind howled. Sheets of rain lashed at the roofs and windows of buildings and saturated the grass until they resembled mini swamps. The usually lively Oak's ranch was seemingly deserted as its Pokémon residents took shelter.

This one particular resident of the ranch, who hated the rain, resided in a large cave dug into a rocky outcropping that boarded a small stream that traversed the property. Charizard's nest was much smaller than the one he'd occupied in the Charicific valley. After all, he had shared that with another.

But being just tall enough for him to stand up with his head slightly bent, and wide enough to stretch his wings out, the cave was perfectly adequate for one Charizard…. And, of course, his fluffy boyfriend, and the little egg resting on a bed of leaves and straw against the wall. Like all Char caves, it was angled to prevent rainwater from coming inside and curved so that the main chamber was not visible from the entrance.

"S…stop cl…clenching your ass so much," Ashachu groaned. Despite his size relative to Charizard, Ashachu found his mate's tail-hole to be incredibly tight. The hot fleshy walls were gripping his member tightly, as though determined to milk him of as much pre and cum as the rodent could produce. "You're g-goin to m-make me cum sooner."

"You say that," whimpered Charizard. "But I'm on the edge again too!"

Ashachu was well aware of that. He could feel Charizard's member pulsing under his belly, coating the fur on his chest with a continuous stream of pre. The dragon was not going to last.

"I can tell," he grunted. "You've got no stamina, do you!"

As in retaliation for this taunt, Charizard took hold of Ashachu's now long tail and, wrapping part of the midsection around his fingers gave it a little tug. The effect was immediate. The unexpected sensation, just above Ashachu's tail-hole, along with the walls milking his cock, pushed him over the edge. Ashachu came hard, a shock of pleasure shooting up his cock and causing him to moan out his mate's name almost as loudly as the thunder outside.

"Now who's got no….aghhh…" Charizard could barely get his retort out before he too reached his climax.

Ashachu felt Charizard's cock give an almighty throb beneath him before he felt his for and skin become wet and sticky as a puddle formed beneath him.

"You came first," Charizard half panted, half grunted, giving Ashachu's tail another tug. "Don't make fun of me, especially when mating me!"

Ashachu winced at the jerk behind his navel but said nothing. Charizard, satisfied by Ashachu's momentary display of displeasure, allowed his mate's elongated tail to slip from his fingers. This allowed Ashachu to push himself up Charizard's belly, so his head was resting on the Flame Pokémon's chest. He felt a claw stroke his ear, which was followed by a lick across the muzzle.

"I love you," Ashachu cooed. "I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life. I had all those hours to think about it after you were swallowed by Seviper."

Charizard gave an angry grunt at the mention of being swallowed but rubbed Ashachu's head with his claws and gave him another lick across the muzzle.

"I love you too," Charizard replied. "And I'm forever indebted to you for…well, you know." He broke off and mumbled the last few words.

Ashachu understood anyway and simply responded, "Anytime."

He felt a pang of guilt somewhere deep inside his heart. He did love Charizard with all his heart, of course. But at the same time, he'd said the same thing to a certain Sneasel. And he'd meant it at the time too. But he had no time to dwell on this, for at that moment the egg started to glow once again.

"Shouldn't be long now," said Charizard raising his head to look at it.

Ashachu pushed himself up on his forepaws, to look up at his mate. "Unm does it not feel strange to you, to be fucking each other with the egg in the room. What if it hatched when we…you know." As soon as he'd said it, he started to blush, his face growing hot.

But to his surprise, Charizard scoffed and let out a low chuckle. "Bah, you've been around humans too long. Humans are far too puritanical. Char's mate with Charmander's watching all the time. How else do you expect Charmander's to learn how to mate."

Ashachu blushed a little harder. "Oh…I guess I…"

"Fuck, most Charmanders have their first experience with mating with a brother or a parent."

"Oh…errr…" Ashachu had no response to that.

[Pokémon]

At the same time, on the other side of the stream, Ash, Pikachu, Cameron, Lucario, Jimmy and Typhlosion were taking shelter from the storm in the laboratory. The facility doubled as both a research lab and the recently deceased professors' phone and was quite comfortable. The professor's home contained a small library and living room complete with two couches and a small coffee table, surrounded by bookshelves. The bathrooms were adorned with fluffy towels, which the boys used to dry their hair and their Pokémon's fur. Their damp shirts clung to their torsos and their wet was pasted to their foreheads.

"I still can't believe that Charizard would snap at Ash like that," said Cameron, as he rubbed the fur on Lucario's back with a large white towel. "Why would he do that."

It had happened as soon as they had returned from Mossdeep City, and Charizard had been cleared by the Pokémon centre. He'd retrieved the little orange egg and retreated to his cave on the ranch grounds. When Ash had followed and tried to get inside, he had stuck his head out of the cable and snapped his jaws viciously, snarling at his trainer…

"Charizard…" A shocked, hurt and bewildered Ash had fallen on his back, landing in a pool of mud. "He's never done that before," he had said in a diminished voice, as the other two had helped him back up, his clothes filthy. "Not since…"

"It's probably instinctual," mused Jimmy. He stretched, before sitting himself down on the couch and folding his legs.

Typhlosion claimed onto the couch beside him and stretched himself out, resting his head on Jimmy's lap.

"Charizards tend to avoid humans when they first lay their eggs. They retreat to their nests away from others to watch over them. That instinct to protect might be more powerful than Charizards domestication or even his friendship with Ash."

"Ty." Tyhplosion made a sound and pressed his head into Jimmy's hand, indicating he wanted to be petted. He was rewarded when Jimmy started scratching him behind his pointy ears, and he closed his eyes, letting out a little moan of pleasure as he enjoyed the sensation.

"Plus, don't forget Charizard just got swallowed and had to be rescued by his friends," Jimmy continued. "For a big tough guy like him, that must hurt his pride. He may feel ashamed and awkward because of it. Would you want others around you if you felt that way?"

Cameron shrugged. "I guess not." He draped the towel over Lucario's shoulders and took a seat on the couch opposite Jimmy. "Where's Ash get to," he suddenly asked with a frown. "Is he still in the shower?"

"Must be."

Caked in mud from his fall, Ash had gone straight for a shower once they'd got back to the ranch. Taking Pikachu with him and throwing out towels as he did so. His two friends were, naturally, worried about him given everything that had happened.

"I'll go check on him if he's not back in a few minutes," said Jimmy. Though now he was comfortable, he was reluctant to get up.

They needn't have worried, however. A minute later, Ash emerged, dressed in a pair of pyjamas that were a size too large for him. Pikachu was sitting, as always, on his shoulder.

"They're Gary's," he explained when he noticed his two friends eyeing him. "Couldn't find anything else."

Ash was carrying a large glass bottle filled with brown liquid in one hand, and three tumbler glasses in the other. He placed the glasses on the coffee table with a pound THUMP and opened the bottle.

"Found this in the professor's lab. Thought we could have a drink." He poured a bit into a tumbler and raised it.

Jimmy frowned disapprovingly. "Uhh…Are you sure that's a good idea, Ash? I mean…this was Professor Oak's. What would your mom say!"

Ash glared at him. "Yeah, my mum's in the anti-terror lockup or whatever and Professor Oak is dead. And since I just found out my mom's been a member of the villains who have been trying to steal Pikachu from me since like, my second day as a trainer…Right now I do not care what she'd say."

"Pika Pikachu pika," Pikachu growled his approval at his trainer's words.

Ash took a sip but ended up spitting it back into the tumbler, pulling a face. "Ugh, that does taste like Charmander piss."

Pikachu sniffed the glass and recoiled, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"It helps if you mix it with something," offered Cameron. "Let's see what they've got in the kitchen."

He rose to his feet and left the room, leaving a disapproving Jimmy to call after him, "Don't encourage him."

Cameron returned a minute later, clutching a bottle of lemonade in his right hand, which he thrust into Ash's chest. "Here mix it with this! Pour me one too."

Ash poured the drink into the other two tumblers and then topped them off with the lemonade. The glasses fizzled and threatened to overflow as the drinks mixed. He took another sip and found it much more pleasant. Whereas before it had tasted earthy and overly sweet, the lemonade masked the flavour well. Now it just tasted like a drink he was used to, and he only felt the effects of it after a couple of mouthfuls.

"Whoa!" Cameron exclaimed as he downed his glass in one and set it back on the table.

Jimmy continued to frown. "I'm not sure this is a good idea."

"Oh, lighten up," said Cameron, sliding the renaming glass towards him. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Seeing the glass on the table in front of him, Typhlosion lifted his head, sniffed, then sat up, reached out with one paw and grabbed hold of the glass.

"Typhlosion," Jimmy protested, trying to stop his Pokémon, but too late.

The volcano Pokémon downed the glass in one gulp, just like Cameron.

Jimmy groaned. "Oh great. See what you've done. You've gone and gotten my mate drunk!"

"It's like, one drink man," Cameron replied. "He'll be fine unless he's like a total lightweight."

As if to answer that question, Typhlosion blinked a few times and said, in a slightly strained voice. "Whoa. Wh-what was in that? I feel all lightheaded!"

Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Great, he is drunk."

Ash took a seat beside Cameron.

"Say Ash, where's your new kit," asked Jimmy as he did so. He kept glancing sideways at Typhlosion, who was still blinking stupidly.

Ash took out a Pokéball and held it up. "After the fight with Team Rocket, he needed a long rest. Giovanni forced him to use all his aura in one hit. That's how he fought off the Primids that cornered us in the entrance chamber."

He looked at the Pokéball with a sigh, and Pikachu cooed, "Piika!"

"Any idea what you'll name him yet?"

Ash set the ball down, leaned back and looked at Pikachu. "We were thinking maybe Thunderbolt, because that's like, our main move when we battle together and the first move, I ever had Pikachu use. But it's a bit too long to say."

"So, Thunder maybe," suggested Cameron.

Ash nodded and shrugged. "I was also thinking about Volt or Sparky."

"Didn't your friend Ritchie already have a Pikachu called Sparky," said Jimmy.

But before Ash could answer, Cameron blurted out, "Hey, what happened to Team Rocket in the end? Does anybody know?"

Ash took another gulp of his drink. The end had come quickly in Team Rocket's castle. Ash, Ashachu and the others had all surrendered to the Primids as soon as their objectives had been achieved and they were surrounded. From there they were cuffed and taken individually to what remained of the Mossdeep Space Centre.

Large concrete bunkers beneath the facility served as interrogation rooms. That was where Ash, Cameron and Jimmy were each grilled by an angry sergeant, pressing them from every detail of the story. Ten hours of gruelling interrogation later, the Space Force released them, sticking them on a jet back to the Kanto Region.

"Arrested a bunch of them, but the boss got away," he said bitterly. "One Rocket Mecha managed to get out of the Mossdeep Military Base. The leaders of the Zeraora guild are missing too. Team Rocket has agents everywhere so who knows if it'll make a difference."

"I heard they got Jessie and James," said Jimmy. "And Doctor Zumba!"

Ash nodded and raised his eyebrows. "I suppose that's something."

"What happened to Meowth," wondered Cameron.

"No idea," Ash replied. "Nobody's seen him since he arrived in the castle with Ashachu and the others." He downed the rest of his glass. "Well, I suppose he's nothing without the other two. If I ever see him again, I might let Charizard sort him out….what happened to the first Halberd anyone know?"

Cameron and Jimmy both shook their heads.

"I heard that both halves of it were searched by the authorities," said Jimmy. "They even took a team of divers into the sea to find the half that crashed in the ocean. Don't know if they found anything."

"I Don't think they'll tell us if they did," added Cameron. "All that sort of information will be classified. What about Groudon and Misty."

"Nobodies seen either," Ash answered.

Cameron facepalmed. "Aww man that means Misty's still out there. Reckon we'll ever see her again ."

"Oh yeah," Ash sighed. "Someday."

"Man." Cameron reached for the bottle and made himself another drink. He down only half of it this time before exclaiming, "I'm BORED. Let's play a game!"

Ash, Jimmy and the Pokémon looked at him curiously.

"I've got a deck of Pokémon cards," he declared confidently, pulling a wax of cards out of his pocket and slapping them on the table. "Why don't we make it interesting? Every time you lose a point you have to take off a piece of clothing." He giggled.

Jimmy raised his eyebrows, blushing slightly. "What like a stripping game. You've got to be kidding me."

Typlosion started to laugh.

Ash, on the other paw, grinned broadly, pointed at Cameron, and declared, "You're on!"

[Pokémon]

The game mimicked a Pokémon battle, albeit in card form. There were cards for Pokémon and different types of moves that were played against each other. Rounders were won by knocking out an opposing player's Pokémon. And, as per Cameron's rules, the looser had to remove an article of clothing. This far Ash and Cameron had each lost their shirts, and Cameron his pants. Jimmy remained fully clothed.

At least until now…

"That's your Salamence card down," declared Cameron enthusiastically. "Now get that shirt off!"

Jimmy sighed in exasperation. "I never agreed to that."

"Those were the terms when you started playing," Cameron reiterated. "Come on man, it's not like we haven't all seen each other naked before!"

He and Ash then started chanting, "shirt off, shirt off, shirt off!" making Jimmy blush profusely.

Something that was not helped when a drunk Typhlosion threatened, "Hey Jimmy-boi, you can either take or off, or I can tear or burn it off ya!" he pawed at Jimmy's chest with his paws for good measure.

"Ty-Typhlosion," he gasped, his face now redder than a Flareon. "Seriously, you've all…"

"Shirt off, shirt off, shirt off!"

Even Pikachu joined in with cries of, "Pika Pikachu, Pika, chu chu chu!"

Jimmy let out an exasperated sigh. "Alright, you win!" he stood up and dramatically pulled his shirt off and threw it over his head, revealing his smooth chest and stomach. "Happy now."

There was an awful lot of work from the other humans and Pokémon gathered.

"Who, looking good," Cameron jeered, but then his eyes widened as a thought came into his brain. "Hey, where's Hunter?"

Ash frowned and replied, "I thought he came back in after you?"

[Pokémon]

"Hmmn…"

Blade wiped his face with his claw, brushing the rainwater from his fur and away from his eyes, as he stared at the entrance to Charizard and Ashachu's cave. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. He knew Ashachu and Charizard had an egg together that was about to hatch. He knew going inside he would be as good as dead. No way Charizard would let him near the egg. And he wondered about Ashachu.

"Blade."

His train of thought was broken by a loud voice from behind. He turned and his eyes met Hunter's. The Riolu was scowling at him, his arms folded, and his fur caked in mud.

"What are you still doing out here? Dad and the others went inside."

"Err it was just," Blade started but didn't know how to finish.

Hunter continued so he didn't have to. "You know you can run off like that. Come on it's a storm, you'll get all wet and cold."

Blade laughed a wide grin spreading across his muzzle. "Oh no. Water is falling from the sky and drenching my fur. Whatever will I do." He held up his claws dramatically and put on a sarcastic voice. "And the cold ooh. My species lives in regions with heavy snow and snowstorms but this." He hugged himself. "It's far too cold for me. However, will I cope?"

Hunter groaned and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Are you coming back to the lab or not? Dad will get worried about you."

In a mimic of Hunter's gesture, Blade rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes how could I forget that my trainer will worry if I'm not snug and secure in my Pokéball? He didn't send you out to look for me, rather than brave the rain himself did he?"

Hunter shook his head. "No, I just saw you come out of your ball and decided to follow. Trust me, Dad doesn't notice a lot of things."

"Well since we're both out here," said Blade. "Why don't we have some fun."

Hunter coxed his head. "What in the rain? It's freezing."

"It's not that cold and you've got fur. Tell ya what. I challenge ya to a rematch of our fight back at that island cock club." When Hunter's eyes widened, he clarified, "You know, at the Alola. Daycare. Same terms as before."

"What in the rain," cried Hunter incredulously.

"Ugh you trained Pokémon," groaned Blade, throwing his claws in the air. "Hey puppy, you do realise that you won't always be doing your battling in a nice dry gym. Sometimes you're going to have to fight in wet and cold. But if you're too wimpy to fight when you may get your fur a little bit muddy…"

Hunter glared at him, the Sneasel's words stirring something within him. "I'm not a wimp, and don't call me a puppy. I'll take you on, anywhere anytime." He raised his paws like fists, making Hunter grin.

"Glad to hear it, Hunty-boi."

Hunter's eyes narrowed. "Don't call me that either. Now where do you want it, Sneasel!"

Blade lifted his claws and licked his lips. "Right here, right now."

He gestured toward himself as if begging Hunter to attack. An invitation that the Riolu seized upon the invitation. The confrontation began with a dazzling display of power as the Riolu launched a Focus Blast attack, sending a blue orb of energy hurtling towards Blade.

Quick on his feet, Blade narrowly avoided the brunt of the attack. But the force of the blast knocked it off balance. The shockwave caught him in the side as the energy orb struck the ground nearly causing him to fall over.

"Oh yeah," he heard Hunter call triumphantly. "Early advantage Hunter."

He quickly followed up his attack with a vacuum wave. This time hitting the stumbling Sneasel in the stomach. The force of impact knocked him off his feet and sent him flying into the air. He landed hard on his back, to the sound of another triumphant cry from Hunter.

"Oufff."

"Oh yeah. Go Hunter!"

Blade just caught the sight of him doing a paw pump in the air before he hit the ground. Undeterred, the Sneasel quickly regained its footing and prepared to counter. With quick, agile movements, it closed the distance between itself and the Riolu.

"SNESEAL."

He noticed Hunter's eyes widen in surprise; the cockiness gone from his face. Hunter raised his paws and let loose a fury of focus palm and other close-range attacks. Blade dodged and weaved through the flurry of punches. Using its sharp claws, the Sneasel managed to land a few well-placed slashes, chipping away at the Riolu's stamina.

"Rio."

Sensing the momentum shifting, the Blade intensified its assault, relentlessly pressing the Riolu and forcing it to retreat.

"Ri-Riolu."

Hunter was far from done. In a strategic move to regain control, the Riolu let off another vacuum wave attack as he retreated. It had the desired effect, striking Blade in the stomach, with sufficient force to knock him over and onto his back.

"What were the terms again," a cocky Hunter asked as he slammed Blade into the ground.

The blade was panting heavily. Hunter was sitting on top of him, pinning him to the ground by his legs. A paw was raised above his head, where a ball of pure energy was forming.

"Winner gets used to the loser's body," Blade replied, despite the situation. "I'm making you my sub-Riolu-boi. That cocky voice of yours is going to sound so good backing for my cock!"

Hunter scoffed. "Dream on Sneasel."

As Hunter was focusing his energy, Blade seized the opportunity to strike. Summoning all his remaining strength, he managed to free his right arm from Hunter's grip and use it to perform a slash attack. He struck Hunter across the neck and up his chin, throwing the Riolu off of him. The focus blast attack rose into the air, where it dissipated harmlessly. Hunter got back up, but it was too late. With a flurry of icy slashes, the Sneasel overwhelmed the exhausted Riolu. With a final Ice beam attack, he secured his victory. Hunter felt the cold creep over his body, sealing him inside the block of ice. The triumphant glint in Blade's eyes was the last thing he saw before he fainted.