Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Pignite’s Pursuit

By Phantasmagore

“Pieeeee…”

The feral Caterpie slumped to the ground after taking a direct hit from Pignite’s Ember attack. The round pig snorted and grinned. He’d been able to knock out the bug type with just a single move.

‘So much for mystery dungeons being dangerous.’

Of course, he had chosen a pretty low-level dungeon to flee to. But it wasn’t because he was afraid of the tougher dungeons or anything. Of course not. Pignite wasn’t afraid of anything. With his flames and his lightning-quick reflexes, nothing could beat him in battle.

As if the dungeon could sense his ego, it chose that moment to drop an apple onto his head from the thick canopy above. The fire pig stumbled from the sudden impact and fell flat on his face. He rubbed the sore spot, imagining that he could already feel a bump growing. He gave the surrounding forest a glare that surely would have had any Pokémon trembling in fear and begging for forgiveness. Of course, the trees weren’t so easily intimidated.

“Stupid forest. Stupid dungeon,” he muttered. “Stupid Caterpie…”

He went on like this for a while, cursing everything he could think of for their injustices against him. He ran out of things to grumble about shortly after giving the sun and clouds a piece of his mind. The sore spot on his head was already wearing off, but the damage to his pride still lingered.

‘At least I get a free apple,’ Pignite thought, picking it up and taking a bite. He decided that he would accept the fruit as the dungeon’s peace offering, and he would forgive it this time.

After all, the chubby pig loved free things. He loved them so much, in fact, that he had started to take some things that weren’t supposed to be free. Just small things that he didn’t think would be missed. Of course, once the Kecleon twins discovered that he had stolen an oran berry from their store, their rage had been unbelievable.

‘I can’t believe they got so worked up over one stupid little berry.’ It was still sitting in the bag strapped to his back. Part of him wanted to try to return it, but the thought of facing the shopkeepers’ wrath sent a shudder through his whole body.

So, here he was, wandering around in this annoying mystery dungeon and trying to figure out what to do next. There was little doubt in his mind that the Kecleons would go to the Wigglytuff Guild and send an exploration team after him. The mystery dungeon should slow them down as they chase him, but it was only a matter of time before they’d catch up.

That presented an opportunity, though. Pignite was an outlaw, now. If they caught him, he would be arrested and given over to Magnezone and his police force. If he ambushed the explorers, though, he could beat them and take their supplies. Exploration teams always bring all sorts of useful items and food into dungeons, which would help the desperate pig get by for a while. All he had to do was take them.

Looking around, Pignite noticed the density of the forest around him for the first time. Tall grass lined the pathway, almost like walls created by the mystery dungeon. Big trees were scattered everywhere, with thick trunks and long branches that seemed to weave together overhead into a sort of leafy ceiling. There were empty patches scattered throughout the canopy, allowing sunlight to shine into the dungeon unimpeded.

All of these things provided countless places to hide. It was perfect for catching a hapless exploration team off guard.

As Pignite started exploring his options, though, they were turning out to be less ideal than he’d hoped. When he tried to lay low in the grass, it wasn’t quite thick enough to conceal his bright orange skin. Each tree trunk was just too narrow for him to hide behind them. Each time he tried, he realized that his round gut was peeking out around the sides, easily visible to anyone with their eyes open.

Finally, he resigned himself to the fact that he would have to climb one of the trees and hide in the thick canopy above the path. Just another reason why this whole dungeon was stupid.

With his stubby limbs and his pudgy stomach, Pignite was not well suited to climbing. He had to resist the urge to light the tree on fire in his frustration as he tried to find spots to cling to. He fell a few times, adding several new sore spots to match the one on the top of his head. Eventually, though, he was able to struggle into the upper branches.

It was perfect up here. The leaves were incredibly dense thanks to the mystery dungeon’s manipulation, allowing even the brightly colored pig to hide within. At the same time, he was able to pull a branch to the side and see the path below whenever he wanted. Now he just needed to wait.

…..

Pignite awoke with a snort, almost falling out of the tree in the process. Apparently, he had dozed off while waiting in the tree.

‘How long is this going to take?! Do they want to catch me or not?’

While he tried to find another comfortable position, he heard something new. Voices.

‘Finally!’

They were getting louder and clearer. He was able to make out a pair of voices, both male.

‘Only two? This’ll be easy,’ he thought. Perhaps his certainty should have wavered when the explorers rounded the corner. They were a Lucario and a Monferno, both obviously experienced from the casual way they carried themselves in hostile territory.

Pignite wasn’t paying much attention to the explorers themselves, though. His gaze was locked on the satchel looped across the Lucario’s chest and resting at his hip. The bag was bulging, filled to the brim with all sorts of items for the pig to claim once he’d beaten its owners.

“Hang on,” Lucario said, and both he and Monferno stopped. The blue jackal’s eyes were closed, and the appendages on the back of his head were raised.

‘Weird. What are they doing?’ Pignite wondered. He got an answer quicker than he expected.

Faster than he could blink, Lucario spun and lobbed an Aura Sphere straight at Pignite’s hiding spot. He had no chance to try to dodge the attack. The ball of energy hit him squarely in the stomach, exploding on impact and sending him plummeting down to the ground.

As he tumbled through the air, Pignite remembered that Lucario have the ability to sense aura. Maybe if he had been paying more attention, he would have realized his hiding spot was doomed from the moment the team approached.

It hardly made a difference, though. Either way, the ground was still rushing up to meet the dazed fire type. When he slammed into the dirt, Pignite’s entire body burst into pain. The combination of the powerful fighting-type attack and the fall had the chubby pig fighting back tears as they threatened to leak from his eyes. He wouldn’t show weakness like that to his victims. An outlaw like him doesn’t cry.

The two explorers watched as the sniffling pig picked himself off the ground. Was this really the one they were after?

“St-Stop right there!” Pignite said, wiping the tears from his eyes and desperately grasping at his slipping confidence. “Hand over all your supplies and walk away, and I’ll let you go. If not, then you two better get ready for the beating of a lifetime!”

Lucario stepped forward and said, “Look, this doesn’t have to end in a fight. If you come with us and let us turn you in, then I’m sure your punishment will be more lenient.”

“Never!” Pignite shouted. Clearly, he was going to have to take these two down. They’d be begging for mercy when they realized how outmatched they truly were.

Without another word, he spat a stream of embers at the explorers, particularly aiming to land a super effective hit on Lucario. They were faster than he anticipated, though, and they were both able to dodge the Ember attack.

The second Lucario’s paws touched the ground, another Aura Sphere was already rocketing toward Pignite. It hit him squarely in the face, cutting off his fire as he was sent sliding across the ground. He came to a stop when he slammed into the roots of a tree, sending pain lancing through his skull.

The world spun as he pulled himself back to his feet. It felt like he hit the tree with the same spot that the apple landed on earlier, making the pain all the worse.

Anger flared deep within him, feeding his flames as they flickered around his body. They danced across his skin until he was glowing red and hot. 

He cried out and charged Lucario. Before he even got halfway, though, Monferno appeared from the side. The monkey’s Mach Punch struck him right in the stomach, knocking the air out of him all at once.

Pignite’s momentum sent him flying, his fire petering out as he lost his breath. He tumbled through the air toward Lucario like an orange cannonball.

Lucario was braced in a fighting stance. Just as Pignite was about to fly into him, he thrust a paw forward, jabbing it into Pignite’s belly before unleashing a burst of energy from his palm. Pignite was thrown backwards. When he landed, his entire body felt like one giant bruise.

Trembling, he tried to pull himself back to his feet. He only managed to get about halfway up before he collapsed. Everything was hurting, and he was more worn out than he had ever been. Darkness clung to the edges of his vision as he fought to remain conscious. This time, he couldn’t stop the tears from running down his face. He didn’t even land a hit. He couldn’t lose like this.

Pignite didn’t have anything left, though. He barely had any strength left to move, so he was stuck laying on his back like a Squirtle who’d been flipped onto its shell.

Monferno walked up to the pitiful pig and pinned him down with a foot. The fire monkey grinned down at Pignite as he posed triumphantly, standing on the downed Pokémon with his hands on his hips. Lucario let out an exasperated sigh at his partner’s boastful display but said nothing. He knew better than to detract from Monferno’s self-indulgent moment.

As the moment dragged on and Pignite’s quiet crying died down, though, something else started to catch his attention. He realized that Monferno had stepped firmly onto his cheek, with the monkey’s three toes almost poking him in the eye. This placement had the unintended consequence of putting the foot close enough to Pignite’s nose to fill it with Monferno’s scent.

There was something oddly soothing about it. Back when Pignite was a Tepig, he spent his whole life on all fours. This meant that his head and, especially, his nose was often low to the ground. It wasn’t uncommon for him to accidentally pick up on the smells of Pokémon paws, or even their rumps, if he bumped into a stranger or followed too closely behind. Over time, he guessed something about those scents left an impression on him. They were reassuring somehow. Once he evolved into a biped, he had forgotten what it was like.

When he smelled Monferno’s foot, though, it brought back some of those feelings from his childhood. There was a certain spark of youthful optimism that he hadn’t realized he’d lost until now. 

The truth was starting to sink in. He hadn’t grown as much as he thought he had since those days. He wasn’t some big, scary outlaw. If he were, he wouldn’t be stuck underneath Monferno like this. Or, at the very least, he would’ve been able to put up a real fight against the exploration team. He was just a silly pig who had gotten in over his head because he thought he was a big shot.

With no more need to act tough, Pignite actually found it easier to calm down. Getting beaten by the explorers wasn’t the humiliating catastrophe he had thought. He never really stood a chance to begin with. He even felt a little spark of pride in himself for trying despite the odds, even if it had been more out of obliviousness than courage.

There was something else, too. He wasn’t sure what this other feeling was at first, but he felt a burning heat rise to his face when he realized. It got even worse when Monferno noticed.

“Wait a minute,” the other fire type said, “are you getting hard?”

Pignite’s humanoid member, a chubby pink rod reaching about five inches in length, was bobbing above his black ballsack. It throbbed each time Pignite inhaled, taking in a renewed whiff of Monferno’s foot musk.

Monferno laughed. “Holy Arceus, he actually is! The runt’s seriously getting off from sniffing my foot.” His voice lowered to a dark whisper as he continued, “You like this feeling? Being pinned down and helpless like a lil bitch?”

“N-no!” Pignite protested.

“Oh, really~” Monferno said, lifting his paw from Pignite’s face. “So you’re telling me that you don’t like it when I do… this?”

He dropped his foot directly onto Pignite’s nose, using his longer, finger-like toes to grip the pig’s snout and lock it in place. Now every inhale was a pure shot of the monkey’s odor. It smelled salty and earthy, with just a hint of spiciness, possibly due to his fire typing. Pignite couldn’t help himself. With a needy groan, he grabbed Monferno by the ankle and began taking long, deep breaths through his nose.

Monferno chuckled as he watched Pignite huff his musk. “That’s it. Take it all in~”

“Um, Monferno?” Lucario said. “Shouldn’t we bring him in?”

“Sure, but we can have a little fun first,” Monferno replied.

“But… this is a little—”

Monferno snapped at him, grinding the sole of his foot harder into the moaning pig’s face to accentuate his words. “I said we’re going to have some fun. Now get over here.”

The blushing jackal approached slowly, his eyes glued to the ground the entire time. When he reached them, Monferno grabbed his rear and hissed, “Down.”

Lucario dropped to the ground without a moment’s hesitation. A deep red tip was beginning to poke out of the sheath between his legs. Its color matched the intense blush on his face.

“I think you forgot how things work,” Monferno said. “You might be the leader of the team on the registration, but you’re not the one who’s really in charge, are you?” 

Lucario shook his head.

“Who’s in charge, Lucario?”

“Y-you are…”

“And why am I the one in charge?”

“Because…”

“Because what?”

With a shiver, Lucario arched his back and raised his tail, pushing his butt out toward Monferno. “Because I’m your subby little puppy!” he cried.

“That’s right,” Monferno said. He reached over and slapped Lucario on the rear. The smack elicited a yelp from the canine, which just egged Monferno on. He did it again and again, alternating between cheeks as he spanked Lucario. Soon, Lucario was a moaning, drooling mess, with red handprints stamped into his butt and a now fully erect cock dangling between his legs.

“Thaaat’s a good boy~” Monferno teased. “You love that, don’t you? I bet you only talked back because you wanted me to punish you.”

Lucario hid his face in the dirt as he answered, “Maybe…”

Monferno rubbed Lucario’s burning backside lovingly. “You really are perfect,” he sighed. “But we can put this ass to better use.”

Pignite whined as Monferno lifted his foot, taking the smells with it. His dick was throbbing with need, drooling precum onto his stomach. He wanted to protest, to demand that the monkey give back that musty paw. The impulse was assuaged, though, when a big blue rump blocked out the light overhead.

Lucario dropped his butt onto Pignite’s face. The pig’s nose was squished into the valley between his cheeks, giving him a concentrated whiff of Lucario’s heady, bitter ass musk. The smell had Pignite panting and moaning into Lucario’s rear. Lucario rolled his hips, sliding his twitching pucker from Pignite’s nose, to his lips, and back again.

Even in his current stupor, Pignite could still hear Monferno’s taunting. “You’re a right lil musk slut, aren’t you, pig?” he said. “I don’t think this thing could get any harder.” He pressed a foot down on Pignite’s shaft, squishing it into his round tummy.

As Pignite instinctively tried to buck his hips, Monferno got an idea. He sat down, stroking his own seven-inch hardon as he reached over to the pig’s bobbing cock with both his feet.

When he felt the monkey’s dexterous paws wrap around his shaft, Pignite let out a loud, open-mouthed moan. Lucario chose that moment to drop his ass on the pig again, and the next thing Pignite knew, his lips were sealed around Lucario’s tailhole.

His tongue darted out across the jackal’s puffy anus. It seemed permanently swollen and loose, no doubt thanks to regular use by Monferno. And the taste…

‘Oh Arceus, the taste.’ 

It was heavenly. Addicting. It had much of the same bitterness as its scent, but there was more to it. There was a simple, plain taste to the flesh that kept him anchored, like a constant reminder of what he was licking so hungrily. He thought he could also detect something else, a faint flavor that was salty with just a hint of sweetness. In the back of his head, Pignite wondered if this was the flavor of Monferno’s semen, permanently soaked into his partner’s fur. With any luck, he’d find out before the explorers were done with him.

He squealed into Lucario’s ass when Monferno’s feet started to pump his dick. He was already gushing precum, so it only took seconds for his length to be completely coated in his own slick fluids. The rough soles of Monferno’s paws gripped him tightly as they glided up and down, occasionally pausing so that the monkey could rub one against the tip of his cock.

Pignite occupied himself by attacking Lucario’s asshole with a renewed fervor. It opened up to accept his tongue, sucking his appendage into its depths and squeezing on it. The taste, the pressure, the feet rubbing on his stiff dick, it was all too much for the pig.

With a helpless moan, Pignite climaxed. His chubby cock surged as it launched countless ropes of semen into the air, most of it landing on Monferno’s paws as they continued to squeeze and stroke him. The pleasure coursing through his body was greater than anything he’d felt before. It became even more intense when Monferno ground his heel into the pig’s tight ballsack with just enough force to coax a few extra shots of cum out of him.

Pignite was so overwhelmed by the strength of the orgasm that he barely even noticed as Lucario stood up, his tongue suddenly feeling cold in the open air after losing the warm embrace of the jackal’s insides. He only really came to when he felt that same warmth around the head of his penis.

He looked down to see Lucario sinking down on his cock, moaning at the feeling of his ass getting split open by the pig’s girth. The bottom-heavy jackal took it to the base in seconds, barely even pausing before he started bouncing on Pignite’s lap. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as his innards were stuffed with cock.

“Hot, isn’t he?” Monferno said. The fire monkey had scooted around to Pignite’s side with his sloppy paws in the air. Pignite could only nod as Lucario’s greedy hole swallowed his sensitive rod over and over again.

His attention was pulled away from his dick, though, as Monferno lowered his paws. The sunlight glistened off the pearly white strings coating Monferno’s them, contrasting with the light coating of dirt underneath.

“Well, they aren’t gonna clean themselves,” Monferno said, holding them just above his lips. “Get to work.”

Pignite was happy to oblige. He grabbed the left foot and pulled it down the rest of the way, running his tongue across the sole from heel to toe. By the time he reached the monkey’s toes, his tongue was coated in a salty combination of cum and grit. He swirled the mix around in his mouth for a moment, letting the flavor set in before swallowing. He had a lot more cleaning to do.

As the pig settled into his routine of foot worship, Monferno looked over at Lucario and smiled. “Lucario’s the best partner you could ask for. Strong, kind, and a total slut. After we met and joined the guild, it only took, what? Three days for him to beg for my dick?”

The panting mess of a canine blushed as he stammered, “A-actually, it was the second day.”

“That’s right,” Monferno said, shoving his foot down to help Pignite get his tongue around to the cum on the side. “Second day. We were on a rescue mission in a mystery dungeon and we got overwhelmed by a bunch of Pokémon . I got knocked out, but Lucario, Riolu back then, managed to fight the rest off.

“So, I wake up, and I find Riolu on his knees next to me looking like he was just bawling his eyes out. He sees I’m awake, and he hugs me like the big ol’ softy he is. We didn’t have any healing items, so he had stayed by my side, keeping the dungeon Pokémon at bay while I was unconscious. Now, let me tell you, I was taken aback by that. We’d just barely met a day ago, and here he was protecting me despite the risks to himself. So I ask him, ‘What can I do to thank you for this?’ and, ~hehehe~ you know what he says?”

“Monfeeernoo…” Lucario moaned, still bouncing on Pignite’s cock. “Stop telling this story. It’s embarrassing…”

But Monferno continued, “He looks at me with that adorable lil blush of his, points right at my dick, and he says, ‘Can I please taste it?’ That’s when you know you’ve got a keeper! So, I opened my legs, and he sucked me off until he’d milked me dry. The really embarrassing part is that the client we were supposed to save found us while Riolu was swallowing my cum. Oh, he was pissed at first, but he agreed to tell the guild that we found him after having a go at Riolu’s ass.”

By this point, Monferno’s feet were clear of dirt and semen, slick and shiny with Pignite’s saliva. The horny pig wasn’t ready to let them go, though, so he held them close as he sucked on the toes one at a time, his tongue massaging them and lapping up the sweat that had built up between them. 

Right then, he understood exactly why Lucario had been so eager. Monferno’s dick was impressive for his size, and the monkey had a certain aura about him that just seemed to demand worship. He was a kinky sub’s dream.

“After that,” Monferno said, “you couldn’t stop us. It seemed like every free moment we had, we were fucking. Probably why we’re still normal rank, come to think of it. And we both got even hornier after evolving. Chimchar like me evolve when we get stronger, like most Pokémon . Riolu evolve based on feelings of friendship, though. Which for Lucario here, meant that he evolved the first time I double-teamed him with Bidoof.”

That particular memory seemed to push Lucario over the edge. With a whiny groan, he dropped down to the base of Pignite’s cock and ground into it forcefully, grinding it against his prostate. His canine member shot his warm seed across Pignite’s body, just missing Monferno’s feet as he pulled them out of the way. Soon, the gasping pig was completely coated in cum, his body now looking more white than orange and black. He happily swallowed the few ropes that had landed straight in his mouth before licking around his lips to get as much of it as he could.

Lucario sighed as he leaned back, still humping gently around Pignite’s dick. After a few more seconds, he stood up. Pignite’s member flopped out of his hole, hard and throbbing. As Lucario made to retrieve his bag, Pignite felt desire flare up inside him again.

“Wait!” Pignite said. “Could I… could I taste Lucario’s paws, too?”

Lucario blushed, but Monferno cut in before he could answer. “Well, of course you can! Pass ‘em over, Lucario.”

Obediently, Lucario sat down between Pignite’s legs, leaning back and dropping his paws on the fire type’s face. Pignite pressed them into his cheeks. Lucario’s paws were much softer than Monferno’s. Pignite could easily imagine falling asleep on them, nuzzling his face into the soles as he drifted off.

And when he turned his head and ran his tongue along the underside of one, the taste was heavenly. It was like the fur existed just to collect musk and keep it trapped. It was salty, it was sweet, and it had Pignite’s dick throbbing with need.

He moved the paws, letting one rest on his nose while he stuck the other’s toes in his mouth. The combination of the smell and taste had him groaning weakly. He couldn’t get enough.

Pignite suddenly noticed a rhythmic, almost wet sound. Looking past the feet on his face, he realized that it was coming from Lucario. Monferno had pulled the jackal’s head back until it was upside down and level with the monkey’s crotch. The fire type grunted as he rocked his hips back and forth, sending his cock down his partner’s throat with each thrust. As Lucario gulped around it, Pignite could see the outline of Monferno’s shaft bulging in his neck.

The face fuck rocked Lucario’s body, helping to push more of his paw into Pignite’s mouth. It also made his other paw rub itself over the pig’s nose. 

Pignite let himself imagine that it was smearing its scent across his face, permanently staining him with the smell of foot musk so that anyone who met him would know at a sniff exactly where he had been. Where he wanted to be. He groaned as his mind raced with fantasies of being pinned underfoot by strangers in the middle of Treasure Town.

It was all too much. Without even the slightest touch, Pignite’s cock let loose. Cum squirted from its tip and landed across his belly, joining Lucario’s cooling seed. Since it was his second orgasm, he had much less to let out this time, and it didn’t shoot hard enough to reach Lucario’s feet, to his disappointment. He had been hoping it would get on them and give him an opportunity to suck the cum off the jackal’s furry soles.

While Pignite was contemplating rubbing Lucario’s feet on his belly to smear them with semen, Monferno started to grunt heavily. “Fuck, Pignite,” he groaned. “You really love this, don’t you? Getting off from having paws in your face… oh fuck, here it comes!”

Despite Lucario’s hungry whines, Monferno pulled out of his mouth and jerked his shaft fiercely. When the monkey’s moans hit a fever pitch, he aimed his hips at Pignite and unleashed his orgasm all over the pig’s body. Lucario moved out of the way to allow every drop to land on Pignite.

The subby pig was sad to lose Lucario’s paws, but the taste of Monferno’s jizz made up for it as he hung his mouth open to catch as much as he could. The subtly spicy aftertaste of his fellow fire type’s semen tickled his throat wonderfully as it slid down his esophagus. Gradually, the ropes of cum stopped reaching his mouth, migrating down his chin to his chest and belly, and finally ending with a few on his dick. Pignite was left gasping on his back, three separate loads coating his body, with a blissful smile plastered on his face. This feeling was paradise.

He felt something long and slimy stroking along his groin. A glance down confirmed that it was Lucario’s tongue. The aura Pokémon was lapping up the cum that he had collected, starting at the bottom and making his way up. After polishing Pignite’s dick and balls, he moved on to his round belly. Once that was clean, his face was next. His licking tickled the pig’s face, eliciting a soft giggle from the exhausted male.

Lucario moved to Pignite’s mouth and pressed their lips together. His tongue prodded at Pignite’s lips, and Pignite opened up to let it slide in. He was met with a mouthful of the semen cocktail Lucario had gathered. Both males groaned as their tongues intertwined, exploring each other’s mouths and sharing their respective flavors. From Lucario, it was the salty taste of cum, while Pignite provided the more earthy flavors of sweat and foot musk. It all mixed together as they made out, creating an addicting, delicious combination that the two eagerly swapped and swallowed.

When they finally broke the kiss, strings of cummy spit clung to their lips, which Lucario noisily slurped up.

“That… was… so good,” Pignite panted. “I’ve never gotten to do anything like that before. I never thought anyone would do that stuff with me. Thank you!”

Monferno grinned at him. “Don’t mention it, you adorable little deviant! Us freaks gotta stick together! If you want, next time you can find out what this ass tastes like after a long day’s work.” He bent over and showed off his tight butt, pulling the cheeks apart to give Pignite a good look at his pink tailhole. Pignite blushed fiercely as he imagined burying his tongue inside of it.

“Hold on a minute,” Lucario said as he stood up. “This was fun, but Pignite is still a wanted criminal. And it’s still our job to bring him in. Just because we had a good time, it doesn’t change what he’s done.”

Pignite’s spirits plummeted. He had honestly forgotten what brought the three of them together in the first place. These two weren’t his friends, even if they had momentarily been his lovers. They were his pursuers.

“B-b-but,” he stammered, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, “I’m sorry! I promise I won’t steal again! Please don’t turn me over. Please!”

Lucario’s gaze dropped to the ground. “I’m sorry, Pignite, but there’s nothing we can do.”

The tears were flowing now, running down Pignite’s cheeks. “Pl-please don’t,” he sobbed. “I’ll do anything you want! Anything!”

“I’m sorry,” Lucario repeated.

Then Monferno walked over to him with a smug grin on his face. He reached back with an open palm and swung his arm forward to slap Lucario’s ass. The jackal yelped and instinctively dropped to his knees.

“Have a heart, Lucario,” the monkey said. “He’s obviously sorry, and how could you possibly say no to that face?”

“But we have to do our job,” Lucario whined. “If we go back empty-handed—”

Monferno slapped his butt a second time. This time, Lucario couldn’t help but push his rear out and raise his tail, as if begging the monkey to do it again.

“Such a bad puppy, doubting me like that,” Monferno teased. Every other word was punctuated by another slap to the groaning canine’s rump. “Obviously, I have an idea that’ll make it all work out. Maybe you need a shot of cum up your ass to remind you who calls the shots.”

…

“You did WHAT?!” Chatot squawked.

“We recruited a new member to our team,” Lucario repeated. “Pignite.”

“You were supposed to catch him, not recruit him!” the noisy bird screamed. “Oh, the Kecleon brothers are going to be so furious when they hear about this. I hope you two are ready to take the heat, because I will not have our guild’s relationship with those two be tarnished by your short-sightedness. When Guildmaster Wigglytuff finds out, he’ll… Oh dear, he’ll…”

“You don’t need to worry about a thing, Chatot,” Monferno said.

Chatot ruffled his feathers indignantly. “And what makes you say that, you foolish, simple-minded little—”

“Because the Kecleon brothers already know.”

“What?” Chatot asked, his beak hanging open in shock. “They know? …And you’re still alive?”

Lucario nodded. “Pignite’s really not a bad person. We took him to the Kecleons, and he told them how sorry he is for stealing. They were able to work out a deal; the Kecleons forgive him, and he helps out around the shop every once in a while. So there are no hard feelings.”

“I… I see,” Chatot mumbled, before adopting a more cheerful tone. “Excellent work, Team Lumon! I always believed in you two! I suppose I should contact Magnezone to have him remove the bounty on Pignite, then. As you were!” He fluttered off without another word.

Once he was out of earshot, Monferno snorted. “Who does he think he’s fooling? He’s probably just upset that we’re giving him something to do for once.”

“Come on, Monferno,” Lucario said. “He’s not that bad. This isn’t what we were sent to do at all; of course he’s going to get flustered.”

“Maybe it’s because talking to Magnezone requires him to take Wigglytuff’s dick out of his beak for a few—”

“Monferno!”

“Oh, please! Everyone knows they’re fucking, even if no one will admit it.”

Lucario tried to hide his blushing face behind his paws without drawing too much attention. “Can we talk about literally anything else?”

Monferno grinned, rubbing against his partner’s body, just subtly enough not to cause a scene as they walked through the guild. “How about we talk about how we’re going to welcome our newest team member once he’s done helping out the Kecleons for the day? I’m thinking he might like a salty treat dripping from your asshole~”

…

At that very moment, the purple Keckleon brother was selling a bag of stun seeds to an exploration team. He was weaving a verbal tapestry for the explorers about the life-or-death scenarios they could face in a mystery dungeon, and how this little bag of seeds could be the one thing that saves their lives. Considering that, his price of three hundred Poke was a true bargain, wasn’t it?

This tactic probably wouldn’t have fazed more experienced explorers, but the relatively young team he was talking to was eating it all up. He could see the nervousness, wonder, and relief passing through their eyes at all the right moments. They scrounged up the money and gave it to him in exchange for the seeds.

As they thanked him and hurried away, Purple allowed himself a satisfied smile. Another successful sale.

A tap on his shoulder alerted him to his brother, the green Kecleon, returning from the back of the store. It was time for them to switch, Green manning the counter while Purple took a short break. He pushed through the thick curtain separating their storage space from the front, stretching as he was hidden from the outside world.

Inside, Pignite was on his back on the ground, semen coating his face and leaking from his tailhole. His erect shaft bobbed happily as he saw the purple chameleon approach.

“Hi, Mr. Kecleon, sir!” he said. “What would you like this time? Want a blowjob? Or to fuck my butt?”

Purple sat down on a box by the pig’s head and said, “I’m feeling a bit tired right now, pet. I could do with a footrest right now, though.”

Pignite barely had time to let out an excited squeal before it was muffled by the Kecleon’s feet. He immediately started lavishing them with his tongue. Purple sighed, leaning back and feeling the tension throughout his body release. His hands idled their way to his groin, and soon he was stroking his hardening shaft in time with the pig’s horny groans.