[center][b]Chapter 3: The Scream
Part 2: Mountained and Bristled With Pleasure[/b][/center]

[b]MT. BRISTLE.[/b]

The trio arrived at the base of the mountain, sandy yellow ground with rocks protruding from the surface. Gray, jagged stones and stalagmites grew in a formation that shaped a clear path forward into what was obviously another mystery dungeon. “This is the place we were going before I got separated from them.” Marill started, standing at the entrance with the two electric-types.

“Right, we’ll go in and try to find them. I think it’s best you wait here until we get back, it’s gonna be a dangerous trek.” Pecan suggested to the little mouse. She’d expected him to protest against the idea of waiting behind.

“O-Okay. I’m not strong so it’s probably for the best. Be careful, you two!” The couple nodded and gave Marill a reassuring pat on the head before they entered the dungeon. Azurill couple be in grave danger as they speak, there was no time to waste. The dungeon’s shape came into view and as usual, the couple began in one of its many rooms. The surrounding area appeared safe, no opposing Pokemon, a small pile of money, and an odd pile of rocks on the ground.

“This is a quaint start. There’s a little money there and some rocks on the ground. Hey, Pecan, mind picking up the coins? I’ll get those rocks.”

“Gotcha~” Doing as told, Pecan collected the small bundle of Poke while Jack picked up the bundle of pebbles. “Hey Jack, those are Geo Pebbles. You can toss ‘em at enemies for some long ranged damage. They’re not very powerful though, so use them sparingly.”

“Ranged damage, eh? Sick, that’ll really come in handy for me until I can learn how to use actual electric powers. Let’s get moving and find the stairs.” Jack gave his orders, his sudden leadership catching Pecan’s eye and interest.

“My, since when did you become so orderly and commanding~?” She blushed and brushed up against the male’s side with a wag of her tail and a seductive purr. Jack’s cheeks flushed a faint red from his partner’s sudden affection and flirting, but he had to persevere and fight his own growing urges.

“P-Pecan, we have to keep our eyes on the mission, there’s a rescue that needs to be done...” He bit his lip, feeling her soft nuzzles against his side. What did he do? All he did was give a command to proceed with their rescue mission. Maybe… “Pecan, does… does being ordered around turn you on?”

“Mmh? Is it that noticeable~? I just can’t help myself, a boy that knows what he wants is just… [i]mmmhh unbearably stimulating~[/i]” She practically moaned her excitement to him, her tail grabbing his while she presses against him. “Jacky… m-maybe you oughta let me lead… for the sake of us making any progress, don’t tell me what to do~”

“N...Y-Yeah, noted.” Jack gulped. Holy hell, how quickly her emotions shift from the slightest triggers. He couldn’t deny how turned on she’d gotten him as well. In fact, it was as obvious how turned on he was as Pecan was about her fetish for a male in charge. He could feel the subtle twitches of his erection and he could only pray she wouldn’t look down nor his musk wouldn’t get too strong. There was a child’s life at stake here, now isn’t the time for fucking! Now isn’t… r-right? Well… they couldn’t have arrived not too long before they did, maybe they didn’t have to rush so much? “N-No, lead the way, Pecan!”

“Hmm? Well, of course, Jacky~ Follow my lead and fuck up anything that moves!” She seemed to completely shift moods again just like that, but a keen eye such as his own could easily tell that she was still aroused, still wanting for him to force himself upon her, to demand she take his desire and milk every rope of it out of him. [i]No! He’s a child and he’s in danger! No matter what time we do or don’t have, he’s alone with a wanted criminal![/i] Jack argued in his head against the pulsing thoughts of his other ‘head’. How could he even begin to think of sex over the safety of a youth? Was he really that fucked up for Pokemon? Was his desire as a pokephiliac at heart more important than the life of a child? [i]It ain’t my kid…[/i] That was the thought that immediately followed. And despite the cold-blooded nature of such a thought, it was fact. [i]He’s not my child… but we’ve made him our responsibility. Not as parents, not as babysitters, but as explorers on duty.[/i] Yes. This was a mission. A mission they couldn’t afford to fail for multiple reasons. Not only that, but this rescue would do wonders for their reputation as an up-and-coming exploration team. Just the rep boost they need for their ultimate goal of a continental sexual takeover. Now was not the time for selfish thinking. Living a life of putting himself over others, it was time to put that lifestyle aside. Not by choice, but for the greater good. Acts of selflessness now would only grant him the ultimate act of pure selfishness and the rewards of great, literal pleasures that he never thought possible.

“Jack, the stairs! And not a Pokemon in sight, talk about lucky progress.” Pecan pointed ahead to the room at the end of their corridor. Stepping in, the room was completely empty, as mentioned, save for a single Wonder Tile. Taking the stairs, the pair made it to the next floor where a Doduo stood near one of the two exits out of the room.

“Pecan, err… that Doduo is...”

“Huh? Oh… oh, I see...” She gulped as her eyes made contact with the two headed bird. Both heads were giving them an intense stare, a look that so desperately tried to express malicious intent but instead looked very… concerning? “Jack, we’re going the other way.”

“Wha—why not fight it?”

“Jack, I forbid you to touch that bird. He is… not okay. We’re going the other way.”

“Pecan, are you implying that this Doduo may have special needs?”

“I ain’t say shit other than we are not touching that. I don’t like the way he’s staring at us, you don’t fuck with someone who doesn’t know how to look intimidating. [b]We’re going the other way.[/b]” She grabbed the chu by the paw and forcefully dragged him out the exit closer to them. Fortunately enough, the Doduo didn’t seem interested enough to give chase. “I’ve had my fair run-ins with weirdos, Jack. Trust me, that Lileep is only the tip of the iceberg of freaky shit you’ll see in dungeons.”

“You’re awfully knowledgeable. You really have been through this whole adventuring thing, huh?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t lie about my experiences! I’ve nothing to gain from lying. Exploration can be as fucky as it can be exciting. There’s a lot to learn about this world and its rules and standards.” The couple continued through the corridors, Pecan taking out a couple of Starly with ease.

“Rules… speaking of rules, There’s a couple of things I need to ask you about that. Back in Treasure Town, we were flopping our cocks out in public like it was nothing and nobody batted an eye, yet when Azurill and Marill came around, it was all dicks away, family friendly and whatnot. What gives? I mean, memory loss or not, anybody can tell that doing that kinda thing around kids is not okay. But like… what’s the actual rule on that? In fact, what are the laws of the civilized Pokemon world? What differs between civilized and feral Pokemon?”

“Whoa whoa, too many questions. Look, now’s probably not the best time to have this sudden epiphany about being in an unfamiliar world so I’ll tell you tonight when we’re back in our room. For now, let’s keep our eyes on what matters right now.” The Emolga gave her instruction and the pair resumed their trek up the mountain. They were fortunate enough to come across no real issues. Pecan kept the flying-types at bay with her electric attacks while Jack handled the other types accordingly in a more physical manner. And rocks. Regardless of methods, the pair had arrived at the 8th floor of the dungeon.

“We’re pretty far up… how are we still not at the peak yet? My feet are killing me...” Jack groaned, the chu’s feet appearing to be somewhat swollen and visibly sore.

“I told you to stop kicking stuff and use your fists, but you didn’t wanna listen to me.” Pecan shook her head and sighed, patting the male’s back. “I’m sure it shouldn’t be much longer. I mean… it [b]is[/b] a mountain but they only go so high up. Let’s just keep at it, find the stairs, find Azurill, and bring him home safe and sound.”

“Yes, ma’am...” He gave his partner a lousy salute and begrudgingly followed behind the Emolga. [i]At least the view will keep me going.[/i] He told himself, his eyes fixated on the female’s lush behind, watching the natural sway of her wide hips and the wobble of her bottom heavy backside with every step. Despite all the aching in his feet, he’d go anywhere if it meant enjoying a body like hers.

“Hold on, Jack.” Pecan came to an abrupt stop, the ‘occupied’ pika not catching himself in time and bumping crotch into ass. “H-Hey!” Pecan blushed, the excitement in her voice easily distinguishable within the sloppy attempt at projecting annoyance. “Pay attention, Jack! There’s a couple of enemies ahead of us in the room. A Nidorino and Nidorina. They’re… o-oh. You know what, let’s go the other way, the stairs aren’t in there anyway.”

“Huh? What—what? What’s going on in there, I wanna see!” Jack pressed up against Pecan from behind, trying to see pass her. She pressed back, shoving against the male trying to overpower here.

“No no, it ain’t important, Jacky! Let’s just go the other way!”

“Maybe not but anything you don’t wanna show me is something I gotta see!” Jack upped his force against the surprisingly strong Emolga.

“Jack!”

“Pecan!”

“Goddammit Jack, cut it out!”

“Nuh-uh, you let me in!”

“Do not disturb their business!”

“I wanna see ‘em FUCK!”

“I NEVER SAID THEY WERE FUCKING, JACK!”

“YOU IMPLIED ENOUGH! BRING ON THE CREAMPIE!”

“JACK!”

“GIVE HER THE TITTY FUCK!”

“DAMMIT JACK!”

“PEAAARRRRL NECKLAAAACE!!”

“Good grief—FINE!” Letting go of all of her weight, Pecan jumped over the chu and he darted full speed into the room ahead, his reaction time very off resulting in a full on collision with the wall at the other end. She sighed in defeat at the overly excited male but she couldn’t blame him, she got quite the sight herself and it had her feeling the hots. But they have a mission to finish and she knew if he got his eyes on the pair, they’d be there awhile. “Oh well… I can only pray Azurill will be okay.” She said to herself and flew over to her partner to help him off the ground. She was gifted with another sight for sore eyes—the chu showed no shame in the 8 inches of yellow malehood between his legs, the thick, pink mushroom tip always getting the girl shuddering. The tip was always her favorite part of the penis, the start of a long fuck, the most sensitive spot of many males, the most delicious part to suckle upon. Males with humanoid and equine shapes were especially favorites of hers, the way the tip would flare up from a powerful stimulation of pleasure, feeling that mushroom tip thicken against her walls in a way that was just perfect—not too swollen like a knot would do—same goes for horses. Her eyes were glued to the twitching girth, so much so she failed to realize she wasn’t quite in a position for helping up the chu. Instead, she stood right over his face, all her hefty ass hovering mere inches above a dazed pokephile. [i]Just a quick suck, lick up some of that flavor, just get it off my chest and into my mouth and I’ll drag him out and be on our way, that’s all.[/i] She tried to reason with herself, to come to a compromise between rational thinking and peaked arousal. She found herself leaning closer, the alluring scent of potent musk feeding her senses, pushing at her rational thinking. [i]I’ll just give him a blowjob, milk it out quick and drink up a load. I’ve been needing him again for awhile anyway, it won’t hurt anyone, right?[/i] It sounded good in her head. A curious chu gets satisfaction. A hungry Emolga gets her treat. Everyone is happy and the mission continues! It’s that easy… she was face to face with his dick now anyway, its strong aroma wafting right into her nostrils with every inhale. His intoxicating, masculine stench was heavenly, she could get drunk off of this Pikachu if she wanted. Her nose bumped against his tip, catching a small bead of precum on the tip of her snout. The scent was right there, that single drop of liquid carrying all of Jack’s scent in it, and there it was on her nose. She thought his scent was strong already, now it was all she could smell to the point of tasting the essence. She immediately went lightheaded from the mixture of the male’s powerful aroma and the increasing lack of fresh oxygen to her brain and lungs. Her lungs burned for air yet her body flared with pleasure. Her vision grew hazy with a cloud of arousal and her mind fogged entirely of all thoughts but the male below her.

It felt incredible.

Her nose bumped that flesh again, this time it responded with a throb. She bit her lip and gave the tip a light nuzzle as if communicating with the cock. It twitched faintly, another small dab of preseed forming from his urethra. This time, she flicked the dollop of fluid with her tongue, catching his flavor right where she wanted and being bombarded with that familiar ecstasy that only he could give her. A taste as potent in flavor as it is in smell. Intoxicating to the mind, a drug to the body.

He was an addiction.

Her tongue flicked across the head again to collect any leftover precum, lathering across the head, swirling the sensitive pink flesh to coax out more of the chu’s essence. She’d gotten a taste of him and now she wanted it all. She’d long since forgotten the Nido pair already at their business in the room, the sound of hips crashing upon hips, the audible cries of bliss from the female counterpart as she lay pinned to her back, her lush, developing chest fondled roughly by the Nido male, the surprisingly semi-anthro pair of poison-types much too deep in their own coitus to care about the newcomers. If anything, they were given eye candy to enjoy during their own personal time. All sounds of their sex fell on deaf ears as Pecan’s attention was entirely fixated on the Pikachu beneath her and within her mouth, having engulfed half his size and began bobbing her head up and down the upper half of flesh while a paw gripped and pumped his base. It had been a while since the last time she’d gotten to feel him like this, her lips sealed around him, sucking the flavor she fell quickly in love with right from the source. When was the last time she’d gotten Jack like this? [i]The beach… when I first found him unconscious and I took advantage of him.[/i] It was only her second time but she quickly found herself in a pattern.

But Jack wasn’t exactly unconscious this time. Pecan got a quick reminder as she felt paws grapple her plump behind and tug her downward. Her face flushed a deep red as she realized that Jack had come out of his daze and would find himself with a face full of fat Emolga ass and the sensation of lips and saliva assaulting his dick. There was no explaining this one, only accepting that she’d be here a lot longer than planned. Speaking of, she didn’t exactly plan for Jack coming to. How shortsighted of her.

The chu smothered himself in ass, lush and cushiony pressed down on his face. So warm and soft to the touch, his digits digging right into her fat ass meat, caressing those cheeks and spreading them to get a view of the pink pucker between those golden-brown and white mounds of furred flesh. His nose pushed upon that fresh ring and he take a strong whiff of her anus, the corrupting scent of natural musk and fresh feminine lust assaulting the pokephile’s nostrils and riling up his arousal, the response felt by Pecan in the form of a hearty throb and a firm string of precum hosing down her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She’d moan around his dick from the strong inhale against her anal entrance and the squirt of pre-semen, swallowing the chu’s fluid with a happy shudder and swirling her tongue around him for more, paw gripping his base tighter, giving it a nice squeeze then loosening up to pump its mass quickly.

Both electric-types were in heaven, neither paying any mind to the pair of Nidos nearing the peak of their own intimacy. Nidorina’s back arched, her walls clenched on the male’s thickness pulsing buried inside her, neither wanting their moment to end quite yet as they held tight together, the female trying not to constrict on him too much so as not to push her male counterpart over the edge. Nidorino grunted and growled into her ear, eyes shut tight and gritting his teeth feeling the slick hug of his partner’s cunt on his dick as she quivered around his every inch. Perhaps he should have just pulled out and edged instead of pushing to her cervix and hoping for the best. But maybe a part of him hoped she’d massage him to climax and he’d get to paint her insides and put blame on her for not telling him to pull out or for not relaxing her muscles enough around his dick. It was a cruel thought to have, but how could he resist such an opportunity? The moment she told him it wasn’t a safe day, he’d wanted to cream her crop from the beginning, it’s almost instinct!

Neither spoke once to each other during the entirety of their mating, only riding the bliss of their sex and chemistry, understanding one another through expressions and feelings alone. She knew he wanted to cum inside, she knew she wasn’t safe, but deep down, she didn’t want him to pull out either. She couldn’t possibly rob him of that pleasure; cumming inside your partner was the ultimate bliss! After a long fuck and a good edge, feeling the tingle in your loins as your climax races angrily through your cock and bursts out into the fleshy depths of your partner… that wasn’t just cumming, that’s what a true orgasm was.

She’d relax her muscles but would make certain to caress the Nidorino’s dick just enough to keep him on the tip of his toes, a single thrust away from release but never enough to blow. She’d tease him until he was desperate, she’d make certain there was no way he could pull out fast enough to keep his cum from getting in her. Hell, she would ensure he wouldn’t even consider pulling out. Her sex milked ever so slightly at his tip, excessive past training leaving her well-mannered in controlling her vaginal muscles, much like that of a fighting-type female’s natural ability to do the same. Nidorino would grunt and growl deeply as he was massaged in all the right places right at his tapered tip, shuddering hard, biting on Nidorina’s ear tip and nibbling it, using every last ounce of willpower not to move, not to cum. He felt the welling right at his tip yet it wouldn’t spill, it wouldn’t spray, it just remained as if something was holding right on him, keeping him from hosing her down. It was the most agonizing pleasure he’d ever felt; he was on the verge of tears, his desperation for release overcoming any pride he dared try to display.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, Nidorina would purr and buck her hips upwards against her partner, pushing on his dick and grinding right at her cervix with a hot gasp and a deep moan. Nectar spilled heavily from her cunt, lacing the male’s size in her wetness while her depths constricted sloppily on him through her climax. Nidorino’s entire body went numb and the dam broke with a deep, low roar as he’d return the favor with an immediate thrust back against her, a tidal wave of semen splashing down the female’s canal, repainting her insides a healthy, slimy off-white.

As the pair of poison-types came down from their climactic finish, Pecan sealed her lips around the base of her partner’s girth feeling its every twitch following a fresh string of white coating her maw. The chu beneath her grunted low and growled deep into her cunt as he fed his potent spill of male milk across the Emolga’s tongue and the walls and roof of her mouth, the flying squirrel’s cheeks puffing out with sticky white chu juice before she’d began to gulp around the dick in her throat, convulsions caressing Jack’s sensitive cock head and serving to egg on his climax. Pecan shook and moaned, between drinking what has quickly became her favorite flavor of male and the thick tongue assaulting her quivering, drooling snatch, she couldn’t take much more herself and she’d moan out around him, a splash of sweet pussy nectar matting down the Pikachu’s face and hosing his thirsty muzzle with the delicious taste of Emolga orgasm. His tongue jabbed sweet spots, brushed her g-spot, anything to get more squirts of juice, those delightful, muffled cries of overstimulated euphoria motivating the chu to keep attacking her clenching canal. Both electric-types fought against the other’s release to keep the pleasure at maximum and the juice spewing, neither wanting to let up on the intense sensation nor the delicious meal provided to each other.

Of course, eventually their releases calmed and both collapsed in a heap of sweat and musk, the stench of sex wreaking heavily in the room. Four distinct scents struck their noses and it was at that moment the couple remembered how and why they were in this situation in the first place. “Aww fuck...” Pecan spoke with breathy gasps. Through hazed, slightly blurry vision, she scanned over the room and found no sight of the Nidorino and Nidorina that had brought the pair into this room. However, she did spot a bundle of small puddles of mixed liquid, very obvious to her that they were puddles of pussy juice and semen from the couple’s prior lovemaking. She blushed as the trails of juices went off into the corridor, the Nidorina quite careless of who may see her with a cum spilling pussy. [i]My type of gal[/i].

“Pecan… f-fuck… can you get offa me now… s’much as I love your big, cushiony ass, it’s gettin’ a little bit heavy on my face.” Jack pushed his paws into the plump meat of the Emolga’s fuzzy behind. Pecan’s blush darkened and she lifted off of her partner, turning to face him and help the chu off the ground.

“Goddammit, Jack…” She sighed and gave him a gentle shove, “You absolute pervert, we’ve wasted an unholy amount of time literally fucking around. Marill’s probably panicking and Arceus knows what could have happened to Azurill by now.”

“Pray for the best, have the Gods’ blessings, and hope he’s at least not dead, I guess. We’re technically still on a mission until any form of confirmation of his whereabouts and safety is made. So… well, we oughta just find the stairs, huh?”

“Yeah, guess that’s all we got going for us now.” The couple turned tail and decided to follow the trail of cum since it led into the narrow corridor they hadn’t entered from, taking them down a new path. “I guess—fucked up as this may sound, bare with me—even if the worst comes out of this, I blew off some steam I’d been holding back for a hot minute. I hope the little tyke is fine but that dick was worth the stalling.”

“Wow, and I thought I was selfish~” Jack teased and bumped the Emolga’s side playfully. “Heh, but you right. Damn, your pussy is somethin’ else. Fucks my dick right, fucks my face right, would be a fool not to get myself wrapped around your finger.”

“What are you implying, chuboy~?” Pecan smirked at her partner, chuckling and nudging his chest. “You falling in love with pussy already? But ya only be here a few days, there’s a literal wide world of ass and pussy to explore and you’re already trying to settle?”

“Hey, you’re my partner for the unforeseeable future, as long as we’re together I oughta have a primary, eh? I can fuck all the ‘mon I want, but even night laying in bed, there you are~” Pecan’s cheeks flushed a bright red. [i]There I am, huh? Every night, no matter who we fuck, the last faces we see are each other…[/i]

“You’re not just a horny dork...” Pecan spoke quietly before looking up at the male with a beaming smile and bright red cheeks. “You’re a hopeless pervmantic!”

“Pervman—wh-huh?”

“Pervmantic; It’s a word I made up, a combination of pervert and a hopeless romantic. That’s totally you~”

“Pssh—shut up, I ain’t no romantic! I’m just spittin’ truth! Your bed is literally next to mine.” Jack huffed, his own cheeks flushing a faint red. Pecan giggled and pat his back.

“I know, Jacky, I’m just fucking withcha! But...” She stopped as they reached another room, a couple of Wonder Tiles and the stairs in sight. “...it is kinda romantic when you put it that way. Like you have a sort of… faithfulness towards me.”

“Eh?” Jack tilted his head. He wasn’t the smartest bookworm with emotions but something seemed to just barely click in his head. “Well, yeah. When you think about it, we’re going to rebuild this world in an image of pleasure and passion. Everywhere we turn, every Pokemon we see, it’s an opportunity for sex. And yet through all the various genders and species, kinks and preferences, fetishes and all… every night always ends in you and me. I suppose I mean, even the simplest truths can be made romantic?”

“Yeah, yeah… that sounds about right.” The Emolga looked away for a moment. She found herself feeling flustered in the male’s presence as if something within her broke loose a little. “Hey. The stairs are there, let’s move on, I’m about checked out with this place.”

“Honestly!? Me too??” Jack reacted quickly, first to take the staircase onward with Pecan not far behind. The couple arrived at the next floor and finally, their surroundings were different in their layout. It was the same jagged gray mountainous walls and sand-yellow floor, but they appeared to arrive at what obviously looked to be the end of the dungeon—in other words, they’d arrived at Mt. Bristle’s peak.

Not far from the electric couple, a familiar pair of blue and brown-yellow were at a large opening area that came to a dead end with a small hole in the wall. “Oh, it’s a dead end.” Azurill spoke up, inquiring on their situation. “Did we go to far, Mister Drowzee? I don’t see our precious item anywhere.” He turned back and looked around, noticing more than one thing missing. Or in this case, one Pokemon missing. A wave of nervousness immediately hit the young normal-type. “H-Hey, big brother isn’t here either. Wh-Where is he, Mister Drowzee..?”

“Easy there, kid. He got separated from us is all.” Drowzee responded, his voice soft and calming to the kid.

“Can we go back? I-I wanna go home back to my big brother...”

“Now now, I’ll take you back home. But first, I wanna ask something of you, little fella.” Drowzee smirked, a devious look that betrayed the coolness of his tone. Azurill was fast to pick up on this and his nerves began to merge into fear. “First things first, a little truth for ya. You see, I never actually knew where this item of yours was. [b]This was all a trick. I deceived you.[/b]”

“Wh-wha..?”

“But! I have no intentions of doing anything bad to you or hurting you. Far from it, in fact. If you look behind you, you’ll notice a small entrance hole in the mountain there.” As mentioned, though still fraught with fear, Azurill did turn around and notice said hole. “You see, rumor has gone around that behind that wall is a vast trove of thieves’s treasure! Money, gold, jewels, all the goodies you can imagine! But… as you can see, I am much too big to fit in that tight little hole. And that’s where you come in~” Drowzee licked his lips, the thought of getting his hands on an unspeakable rumored treasure getting him rather giddy inside with excitement. Azurill turned quickly to face the devious psychic-type and gulped, fearing the worst. “Now, Azurill buddy… I’m not asking much of you, all I want you to do is slip into that hole and bring me a bit of the treasure and I’ll take you home with no problems. A win-win for the both of us, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I-I… b-but that’s stealing… stealing is wrong...” Azurill stuttered, not wanting to get himself caught up in anything grave or even beyond his comprehension of moral and legal right and wrong.

“Don’t think of it as stealing. A thief’s treasure is already stolen, there’s no crime in taking something that doesn’t even belong to them in the first place~” Drowzee attempted to corrupt the youthful mind with his twisted sense of… justice? Azurill shook his head and began to tear up.

“I-I don’t wanna..! I wanna go home! I want my big brother!” In a panic, Azurill began to sprint aimlessly away from Drowzee before he reacted quick to the crying little normal-type and cut him off, stopping him in his tracks.

“Hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing!?” Drowzee, now evidently annoyed with the kid, began to back him up until the terrified child’s back met with the mountain wall. “You’re acting your age at a time I really don’t want you to, boy.”

Tears raced down Azurill’s cheeks, cornered and trapped, trembling with a deathly fear. He couldn’t look away—no matter how hard he tried, his eyes were fixated on his captor, that annoyed stare gazing straight through him. He’d never felt such terror, such a looming sense of dread. Was this it? Is this how it all ends? At such a young age…

Those glaring eyes, that familiar yellow snout, his angered grunt as he stared down the young normal-type. Drowzee was pissed. “If you keep up these childish games, it’s gonna mean big trouble for you, kid.”

“H-H-Help..!”

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” A voice cried with anger toward the couple. Stepping into the opening just in time came Jack and Pecan, badges in paw. “Drowzee, you absolute fucko, you’re under arrest for a lot of shit you probably did and also endangering a child!” Pecan’s tail was ruffled and fluffed up, signifying her irritation and fury with the psychic-type. Seeing an exploration team standing before him, panic began to set in him as he’d not only be caught, but caught in the act of attempting multiple crimes. Azurill took this as an opportunity and quickly ran from the psychic-type towards the familiar faces of Pecan and Jack. “Get out of here, Azurill. Wait for us outside of here, it might get messy and you shouldn’t see this.”

“O-Okay...” He sniffled and did as instructed without question, hurrying out of the open arena and hiding out of sight and away from the confrontation.

“Ah crap, an exploration team!? H-How did you find me? I kept on the low with everything I’ve done! That damned Marill probably squealed or something...”

“How we found you is classified information a crook like you doesn’t need to know!” Pecan responded in that same, enraged tone. Jack tilted his head, the confusion evident in his face. [i]Man, she really is a sea of shifting emotions.[/i]

Drowzee’s look of concern then became a cocky gaze of confidence. “Y’know what, yeah so what if you found me. I’m a wanted criminal, that’s right! But you two look like a cheap pair of last second hires; you really think you can take down a crook like me?”

“Cheap!? Wow fuck you too, jerk.” Jack huffed, annoyed by the other male’s sudden arrogance.

“Oh we’re not just gonna take you down. We’re gonna break you down and fuck you into submission!” Pecan’s ruffled tail began wagging wildly, her irritation levels skyrocketing.

“UP! We’re going to fuck him UP into submission!” Jack corrected the shiny female. [i]Then again… criminal or not, Drowzee’s kinda hot. Yep. Yeah, I’d tap that.[/i]

“Heh… if this kid’s life means so much to a couple strangers, then show me what you’ve got. Come and get me!” He welcomed the pair with open arms to take the first move.

“With pleasure!” Lunging upward into the sky, Pecan’s tail began to illuminate a bright white and the air around her seemed to become visible before she took a flip and her tail sliced through the air, sending it racing toward the psychic-type in a bright white slash shape. With full confidence, Drowzee didn’t even bother to move, letting the move strike him dead on in the chest. He grunted from its strike, impressed with how much strength was carried behind the attack but otherwise was left unfazed. “Your cocky attitude will be your downfall, punk!” Pecan growled at the pompous, chubby male as he chuckled at her, practically taunting the female. “I know what you’re trying to do, it ain’t gonna work I got more experience in exploration than you have years in of your life!”

“Heh… I could make an underage joke to fuck with you. But I’m above that.” He smirked and his eyes began to glow a sky blue, the same colored aura surrounding Pecan’s body. She grunted as she was stripped of near all bodily functions and was pulled toward Drowzee. He smirked evilly, bringing the female to the ground and pinning her beneath him. “And now I’m above you, bitch~”

“Hey!” Jack growled, his anger now rising as his partner was put into an all too familiar, compromising position under yet another crook. The Emolga growled, the male not letting up on his psychic hold on her as she struggled to break free of his unseeable hold on her.

“You cannot be serious, this ain’t gonna be a running gag! Get your fat ass offa me!”

“Oh? My fat ass?” The male licked his lips, grasping at Pecan’s plump behind and digging his fingers into the plump flesh, kneading away at her soft ass. “What about [b]your[/b] fat ass~? It begs for a male… look at you, a body made to be bred!”

“Paws off, ya virgin ass!” Pecan growled angrily, her rump being felt up by a grimy criminal. “Jack, don’t get rash! There’s no telling how potent his psychic energy is, if he can hold us both, we’re at his mercy!”

[i]Shit, she has a point.[/i] Jack bit his lip, trying to suppress his welling anger. Here he was watching his partner being molested by a crook and he felt there was nothing he could do without putting them both at the mercy of a perverse outlaw. He felt weak.

“Oh yes yes, this ass is [b]perfect[/b]~” Drowzee smirked, his arousal already at full mass and planting down between her cheeks and grinding on the female. Jack growled as he watched the psychic-type prep himself to take Pecan’s ass. But he kept his cool as much as he could and an idea came to mind. [i]He has to be putting a lot of focus and mind power toward keeping Pecan down and fucking her.[/i] A smirk made itself on his face and he began to slowly sneak off to the side. Drowzee was indeed rather occupied with his excitement to have at the voluptuous female to the point he nearly forgot she wasn’t alone. “Heh heh… your body seems much less enthusiastic about escaping as you act.”

“Mind your mouth if you like having one, cum rag!” Pecan spat furiously at the tapir male. He smirked, seeing her in such a raging fit in comparison to his composed nature.

“Cum rag? Darling, you mustn’t talk about yourself that way.” His hips would draw back, the dribbles of precum lathering the female’s ass and entrance along with his shaft, lubricating both thoroughly. “Besides, when I’m finished, you’ll make a great cum rag to wipe my dick off on, heh heh heh~”

“F-Fuck off...” Pecan bit her lip, her cheeks a faint red at the idea of the male blowing a load big enough to wipe himself clean of leftover semen on herself. [i]I’m about to be raped. This bastard is about to force himself upon me. Why the hell am I getting excited??[/i] She was disgusted in her reaction to this male but could not deny the excitement welling in her that someone was forcing themselves upon her sexually. So much assertiveness, such aggression, knowing just what he wants from her body…

“Fuck off? I’d rather get my fuck on~” Drowzee retorted and pushed his hips forward, showing no kindness in his thrust. Half of his girth spread the Emolga’s pucker, 3 of the psychic-type’s 6 inches of malehood having plunged into her heat. A sting of pain and a surge of pleasure struck Pecan as she let out a sloppy yelp, biting her lip and holding back a moan. Despite the sensation of having this male invade her, she would not grant a criminal the satisfaction of knowing she’s taking pleasure from being raped. “Mmmhh goddamn, you’re a snug fit~” Drowzee growled, his arousal pulsing, spewing another glob of precum into the female’s plush behind. “Only half in and you’re already clenching, that’s a gooood girl!”

[i]Fuck, he’s already starting! Don’t rush… stick to the plan, don’t blow your cover.[/i] Jack grit his teeth, having managed to slip behind the couple. He had a fine view of him plunging forward inside Pecan’s ass, though couldn’t see too much being right behind the other male. Instead, he was given an admittedly alluring display of plump, pudgy ass and a heavy pair of balls certainly pent up for who knows how long. [i]Yeah, don’t think I can blame this guy. Those balls are FAT; must not have blown some steam in at least a month.[/i] Another idea came to Jack’s mind and that smirk became sinister and greedy. [i]So bad boy needs to bust a nut, huh? Sorry, Pecan, I’m gonna need ya to hold out a bit longer, I’ve got a crook to catch~[/i] Licking his lips, the chu would approach Drowzee at a tiptoe pace, watching his hips drive forward to finish his initial thrust and hilt Pecan’s ass. The psychic-type growled with pleasure, enjoying the warmth consuming his every inch, caressing and hugging down on his dick.

“Fffuuuck, you’ve no idea how long I’ve needed this, girly.” He leaned over the Emolga, moaning into her ear while his hips gyrate and roll into hers, stirring his dick about her soft anal insides. “Yeeeah, been too long since I’ve popped a load… even longer since I’ve laid with another ‘mon. Gets hard manipulating others to get a good fuck when word starts spreading about you in a bad light.”

“Th-the hell are you tellin’ me your life story for?” Pecan bit her lip, all the pain lost to the slowly intensifying pleasure of the Drowzee’s rather thick cock spreading her tight ass and twitching angrily within her. She’d grip and milk the male, trying to tell herself that it was just to get him off faster so she can get away and not that it’s her enjoying the sensation of being taken and fucked up the ass. She didn’t get anal too often, but it was actually her favorite way to fuck. She loved having her ass worshiped, its plumpness fondled and groped, spread and tongue plunging through her depths, feasting on the musky-sweet essence of her lustful need, lathering her down then filling her with dick… “Mmhffuck...”

“Oh? Moaning, are we?” Drowzee chuckled and gave the female’s ear a light nip. “Heh, knew I picked a winner the second I saw ya, slut~”

“W-Watch your tongue, jerk… I’m just—nnggh—trying to get this over with quicker, d-don’t toot your own horn.”

“No need, babe. You’re tooting it fine yourself. Really squeezing at my instrument—fuck~” Drowzee growled and kept up his grinding, enjoying the slower pace and the constant stimulation around every bit of his sensitive rod. Jack was now directly behind the male, eyes fixated on that luscious ass. [i]He’s about as plump as Pecan. Not quite as attractive, but I’ve got myself a soft spot for chubby boys.[/i] The male’s cock was at attention, mere inches from the psychic-type. He had to act fast about this, he only had one shot to make the Drowzee submit. If he failed this, chances were likely he’d hold them both down with his psychic hold and use both of them as long as he pleases. [i]Alright… I grab him, hotdog him, whisper persuasions in his ear, then we fuck. Win-win. He nuts, I nut, Pecan… she might nut? He gets weak, we take down a criminal. Let’s do this.[/i]

“Y-You mind doing more than grinding in my ass or something? Ya got a big dick, there I said it! Now at least be a good rape or something, jeez!” Pecan groaned, impatience taking over as the criminal kept himself pressed balls deep against her plump ass and throbbing lively with occasional spills of precum.

“Patience, you brat! I’m going to enjoy every moment of this to the fullest and really ride out this pleasure~ And you will hush your muzzle unless you’ve got moans or pleads for more.”

“Pleading for more? I always did find begging hot.” Drowzee’s eyes widened as a voice spoke up behind him. In his moment of weakness and excitement, he had forgotten that the Emolga did not come alone and now he not only heard the male behind him, he could feel him. Drowzee’s cheeks flushed deep red, the Pikachu’s intentions pressed between his own plush cheeks much like he had done the Emolga beneath him. “Let’s get something clear here before ya start panicking, pig boy.” Jack started, whispering rather sensually into the criminal’s ears. His deep, soft whispering tone made the psychic-type tremble with a growing sense of excitement for what was about to happen. “I ain’t here to fight you. I ain’t here to hurt you. I ain’t here to pull you out either. You’re gonna fuck Pecan. I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna get you off good, y’hear? Now relax, calm yourself, and let me do aaaall the work for you~”

“Y-You...” Drowzee bit his lip, red crossing his face from cheek to cheek. Who was this Pikachu? Shouldn’t he be pissed off at the Drowzee for not only attacking his partner, but raping her too? Wasn’t he here to turn him in and arrest him? All the questions swimming in the tapir’s mind meshed together into a pointless blur of words as the Pikachu began grinding at his soft ass, feeling just how aroused the chu was with the copious latherings of precum on his rump and pucker. It was deja vu except now he was the one on the receiving end rather than the giving end. But he had no complaints, he wasn’t a picky male and had preferences for all types of Pokemon. If anything, he only became all the more excited. A good fuck and a good fuck? How could it get any better?

“J-Jack, what the hell!?” Pecan wasn’t too fond of the Pikachu’s idea of ‘helping’ her out, but she wasn’t exactly using a complaining tone of voice either. “This is your idea of an assault?”

“Give your enemy what they want, Pecan.” Jack retorted while he lined up, tip grazing the male’s tight ring. He eased forward, carefully sinking the thick head of his humanoid cock in Drowzee’s behind. The male tensed hard with a whimper, his ass not very accustomed to being claimed by others. “Ooo damn, that is [b]tight.[/b] You don’t get it from the back often, do ya big piggy?”

“D-Don’t call me that, punk… That’s embarrassing...” Drowzee’s blush darkened from the nickname he’d been given by the chu. He hated to admit it, but he really liked it. It was cute and made him feel attractive and sexy.

“Heh, what’s the matter? Just tellin’ it how it is~” Jack chuckled, paws wrapping around the male’s torso to brush and caress at the tapir’s pudgy tummy. Drowzee moaned out from the soft belly rubbing and Pecan’s submission to the situation, her heavy ass grinding back on the male pulsing inside her, a shuddering moan escaping her maw as she did as Jack instructed. [i]If we’re doing this, I may as well drop the facade.[/i] She sighed then moaned again, starting to bounce and shake her ass a bit, essentially grinding and stirring into the psychic’s meat. Jack, meanwhile, resumed his push forward, another inch in then another, the tightness wrapped around his thickness not letting up at all, an intense fire of pleasure squeezing him, resisting his dick yet tugging at the same time, the other male’s body conflicting itself in its feelings of pleasure and pain.

“E-Ease yourself up, dammit… your ass is gonna suck my dick right off at this rate...” Jack growled into the other male’s ear and gave his tummy a gentle squeeze. Drowzee quivered and gulped, that growl making him feel so small, so… submissive. He let out another moan, this one more feminine than the previous as he started pushing his hips back to help the chu fill his ass. He’d never felt a male so big before; he’d had his personal run-in with some sizable toys but compared to the real deal, feeling each throb, the pulsing veins trailing the girth, the dollops and strings of warm precum, it was a no brainer that this was a much better experience to be had.

“Nnnggh h-hard to ease up… wh-when you’re so big… oohh Arceus...” Drowzee whined, pressing his back against Jack’s front and grinding his ass into that meat, helping the Pikachu bury down to the base inside his body. “F-Fuck! Yeesss…”

“G-Goddamn… you’re so tight!” Jack grunted, squeezing the male against him, hips gyrating firmly into that plush ass. [i]This is heavenly…[/i] He sighed and bit gently on the Drowzee’s neck, being rewarded another girlish cry as he’d suckle at the sensitive flesh.

“A-Aah!” The tapir Pokemon whined, eyes shut in heaven being milked and milking another at the same time. Jack’s hips would pull back once he was certain the crook was adjusted and he’d angle his hips to push upwards with his thrust back into those lovely, fleshy insides, ensuring his cock would jab into and drag across Drowzee’s prostate. As expected, the male nearly howled and drove his hips backwards against the chu again, his cock giving a powerful throb as he’d then plunge forward and stuff Pecan with cock, his cry of ecstasy traveling into her in the form of her own loud moan. Such would begin their rhythm of sex, Jack fucking Drowzee’s prostate, Drowzee’s cries for more and his hips pushing to fill himself with dick only to lunge forth and slam Pecan’s ass, sending his pleasure straight into her only for her ass to bounce back, slam with the male in her and send him right back into Jack to repeat the process.

The group of three feel into the rhythm of thrusting and fucking into one another, their moans sounding out in a lewd harmony of lust and ecstasy. The audible squelches of precum lubricated asses being pounded by frisky, horny males were masked by the cries of euphoria, the pleading for harder thrusts, the smack of hips into plump asses. Occasionally, Drowzee would turn his head back and lock lips with Jack, the two embracing happily in a deep, heated kiss, tongues rolling and dancing, a touch of passion brought to their rut for pleasure. Both of them had to admit it, Drowzee was an incredible fuck, he was a master of his talent, his anal muscles seeming to contract around Jack perfectly at all times to fit his cock like a glove as it pistoned in and out. His cock pulsing to hit all the sweet spots in Pecan’s rump, her cunt spilling with honey, soaking itself with wetness. Their selfish desire conflicted with their moral code as an exploration team.

Would it be wrong to let a criminal go if they could repurpose his ways to do right with his desires if it meant having more run-ins between his legs? Do they really have to turn in and put away such a good fuck? Could they recruit him into their team? The last question was an obvious no. He was a wanted criminal, there was no way in hell they’d be allowed to bring an outlaw into their ranks, even if they promised to set him straight—well, more like set him bi in this situation. No, regardless of the incredible pleasure he brought, they still had a job as a team to perform. With orgasms fast approaching and thrusts becoming sloppy, they knew their job here would be finished soon.

“Fffuuuck… it’s coming...” Jack growled, his hips smashing against that cushiony fat ass with all the force the male could muster. Drowzee’s cries become loud groans and howls as he was railed by the wild Pikachu, the sheer force of slams upon his backside sending him spearing Pecan’s plush behind with similar strength, rocking the female all the same as he was by the other electric-type.

“Shit..! I can’t—h-here it goes!” Drowzee howled and he tugged Pecan back with him as he slammed his fat rump into Jack, burying himself in the female and the chu in him as an unspeakable orgasm crashed through his body. His mouth hung agape, his body numbing of all sensations but raw pleasure, mind shattering under the intense bursts of feeling and emotion, his cock pulsing heavily with every ribbon of white shot deep in the Emolga’s fat, milking booty. All the while, he felt and heard the chu behind him, the male squeezing his pudgy belly while he felt that dick lodged so deep it was practically in his gut, shots of rich Pikachu nut painting his insides, his bubble butt clenched and muscles wrapped around every last tender nerve, tickling them with pleasure to milk out the biggest orgasm from the Pikachu he could. Eyes rolled back, mouths were agape, tongues hung and drooling from all three participants. Pecan’s pussy quivered and splashed herself in juices while she was creamed up the ass, her big butt smothered against the psychic-type’s crotch. All three were in silence as they shared an out of body experience together, the pleasure wiping away their minds temporarily as they seemed to watch themselves locked together in a small train of sexual relief and momentary passion. In that moment, the two males managed to share another kiss, hot and steamy, sloppy with lots of tongue, swapping saliva and sucking the fluid hungrily off of each other’s tongues. It was like a pair of boyfriends having not seen each other in months being reunited and their first thoughts were ‘You’re mine and I need you now’.

As their climaxes calmed, their bodies would slowly come down from their states of nirvana, the afterglow kicking and all senses returning all in one moment. Lightheadedness took over the three and they all collapsed into a pile against each other, neither male disconnecting their shafts from the asses they’d claimed as they ended up passing out on the spot.

…

“Ugh… my ass...” Pecan groaned, her consciousness coming to as she rose from the ground to a sitting position. She wiped her eyes to try and clear her vision, a mesh of grays and yellows surrounding her. As she came to, the colors began to make shape as she would see a Magnezone and a pair of Magnemite floating before her with Drowzee, in not much of a better state—not to mention the trails of semen left behind and inside him—in the center of the three. “Huh..? What’s going on?”

“ZZZT! Ah, you have awaken! ZZZT!” The metallic, robot voice of Magnezone began. “There is no need to worry, Miss Pecan. ZZZT! I am Magnezone, the primary officer in this region! ZZZT!” Magnezone’s speech seemed to come out as if they were speaking perpetually in a walkie talkie.

“Err… you know my name?”

“ZZZT! Indeed. Your partner informed me after he had risen from his similar predicament. ZZZT!” One of the large magnet Pokemon’s magnets pointed toward said Pikachu who was awake and standing, though he had a faint blush across his cheeks as he was a mess of cum and matted fur between his legs. Managing to stand herself up, Pecan found herself in just as much a mess if not more. Between her legs were drenched in her own juices and on top of that, she could feel the spill of Drowzee’s cum from her ass leaking down between her legs and dripping onto the ground.

“ZZZT! It appears you two have gotten yourselves into a bit of an intimate compromise capturing this outlaw. Peculiar methods have been used, but none illegal by you two! Drowzee has admitted to full consent of Jack’s sexual advance. ZZZT! As for you, Miss Pecan, would you like to press charges for Drowzee’s non-consensual intimacy upon you?”

“Huh? O-Oh… uhh...” She looked over at the male, seeing him in quite a saddened state that he was being put away. But he didn’t resist in the slightest. He’d accepted his fate, knowing that this was a possibility the moment he began committing his wrongdoings. “N-No, he didn’t cause me much pain. Plus, I think he may be going away for enough crimes. He was surprisingly nice to us...”

“ZZZT! Confirmed. Mister Drowzee, if you may, we will be taking you with us to our office for questioning and further action. ZZZT!” Magnezone concluded with a small rise of their magnets and a flash of red and blue lights as well as a short ring of beeps played from them.

“Yes, sirs. Aww jeez...” Drowzee sighed but turned toward the couple of electric-types and gave them a smile and nod of thanks to the two.

“Ah! Officer Magnezone, before you go!” Pecan interrupted as the group had began their leave. They stopped and the head magnet of the bunch turned back to face her. “How did you find us? I mean, all of us were passed out, we couldn’t have informed you ourselves.”

“ZZZT! That happened to be the handiwork of a very brave couple of young brothers. An Azurill and Marill had reported that you two came to confront a sinister Drowzee and we were quick to the scene! ZZZT! By the time we arrived, you lot were in a very exposed and indecent situation. It is a good thing those kids stayed out of this area. That was not a sight for them to see.”

“R-Right… where are they now? Are they still here?” Pecan looked around the area, noticing the distinct lack of the two brothers.

“They were escorted home by a pair of our Magnemite. When we found you all, we deemed this area unsuitable for the young and had them taken home. They are safe and both were full of gratitude and thanks for your deeds and rescue. ZZZT! Ah, we have also left your reward at Wigglytuff’s Guild where you are apprenticed. ZZZT!” With that, the group were off again back down the mountain, leaving Jack and Pecan alone. Jack walked over to his partner and helped her stabilize herself on her feet.

“You alright, Pecan? We really went at it back there.” He held her gently in his arms, a paw stroking her back.

“Yeah, I think I’m balanced, thanks. But I...” She stopped, looking in the direction the officers had took Drowzee. “I know it probably sounds fucked up but… I feel kinda bad. I mean, I really shouldn’t because he was a criminal after all and who knows what he’d done before we met up with him. But… despite that all, even if it was a ruse, he had such a generous aura to him at first. And even confronting him on bad terms, he acted so… gentle about his actions. Like he seemed to have no intentions of actually harming me. He just wanted to fuck. Pent up and stressed out, probably because nobody would give him a chance or just give him a lay. He must have turned to forcing himself upon others for pleasure.”

“I kinda feel the same too.” Jack pat her back in agreement. “I mean, I even had those weird dreams about him and I was ready to rip that guy a new one when he got up on you like that. I dunno why I felt so… so furious seeing you pinned under another male against your will when I sorta ended up doing the same to him in a sense. I’m really no better than he is. I guess we just sympathize with his strife for sex. Your curse of insatiable desire. My pokephiliac cravings. He just needed someone who would say yes.”

“I’m sure he’s done more crime than forced sex and rapes, though. I mean, he essentially kidnapped Azurill. For what is beyond me, but… you don’t think he’d get [i]that[/i] desperate, do you?”

“With a child!? No no, no way, there was definitely something we didn’t see here. But, I guess that doesn’t matter and we shouldn’t make assumptions and judge him for it. What’s done is done and maybe he’ll change his ways in the future and we can meet him again on much better terms. We can be the ones that’ll accept his offers.” Jack smiled reassuringly at his partner. “C’mon, we oughta head home and get cleaned up and such. It’s been a very long day.”

…

“You two are truly something to behold~!” Chatot praised the couple of electric-types as they stood front and center before the song bird in front of the outlaws bulletin board. “I received word from Officer Magnezone that you two successfully captured an outlaw~ Not only that, you rescued a young child from a certain danger! Strangely enough, he left your methods of capture out of his report, but I suppose they have their reasons. Regardless, I am truly impressed with you two to have performed such a feat so early in your career~!”

“Aww shucks, we’re just trying our best, Chatot.” Pecan scratched the back of her head with a flustered smile. “Though… I suppose the usual rule still applies, right? The guild fee from our work?”

“Ahh yes, unfortunately. I must apologize, I know this isn’t the most fun part of the job. Especially taking out an outlaw, a much more dangerous job than rescues and the like. But a hefty sum was sent our way so I do hope this makes good coverage of your efforts~” The bird hopped forward and placed the couple’s 10% share in Pecan’s paw.

“Huh, 500 for us? That’s not bad. Not too shabby at all, actually.” She smiled and pocketed the money into their Treasure Bag’s coin pocket.

“Ah, but that’s not all~ If you would hold out your paws for me, Jack.” The chu did as instructed and Chatot placed a vitamin bottle and a strange belt in his paws. “These are a Ginseng and a Munch Belt. Both are very rare items gifted to you from Azurill and Marill. Their note stated the belt belonged to their mother but she figured you could do better with it.”

“Wow… we really got our effort’s worth out of this, Pecan.” Jack looked over the belt. It had a peculiar design, the upper half of the belt length a dull teal-green while the bottom half was a creamy-yellow hue. Along the belt were two white triangles that appeared to resemble fangs. Without saying a word, Jack removed the Ribbon from his chest and placed it in the Treasure Bag, replacing the equipment with the belt strapped over his left shoulder and down over his right hip. Immediately, he felt a sudden burst of power enter his body, as if his strength had increased out of nowhere. However, just as power filled him, an intense hunger left his tummy grumbling rather loudly. “Say, we aren’t too late for dinner, are we? We were out for quite a while.”

“Ah, you two are just in time, actually. Dinner will be starting very soon, go unwind a moment, get yourselves comfy~” Chatot smiled and waved the pair off as he made his way down to the guild’s lower levels.

“I’d say a job very well done despite some minor setbacks and uhh… the entire job.” Jack inquired with a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah. [b]Minor[/b] setbacks.” Pecan placed her paws on her hips, looking at the chu a bit annoyed. “But, we rescued Azurill all the same, got a good couple lays out of it, definitely a successful day. I’m absolutely beat. Ah! By the way, how does your crotch feel? Y’know, we kinda dropped all concern of what happened back at Drenched Bluff.”

“Oh, it’s actually not bad even after all the sex we’ve had. Though, I suppose to be safe, I should try not to get myself caught up tomorrow. Give myself a short break from the wild life and try to focus more on our missions. I’m gonna enjoy getting a good night’s sleep tonight.”

“Hey, don’t forget you also wanted a rundown of some rules and laws in this world. I still got a lot to tell you after dinner.” Pecan nudged the male while the two made their way towards their room at the end of the dorm halls. She placed their Treasure Bag down in the corner of the room before the couple returned to the main hall where they met up with Bidoof who joined up with the pair for dinner, sharing seats next to each other and giving the beaver a rather detailed rundown of what happened after they went sprinting out the guild. Suffice to say, there was a lot of blushing and not a lot of eating for the poor lad.

The electric pair lay together in their respective beds with full bellies and tense bodies happy to get some much needed rest. Neither were quite asleep yet, Pecan’s eyes closed while Jack stared blankly at the dark ceiling. “So Pecan… those laws and such. How does this world work? The mystery dungeons, the towns and civilization. It seems when we go to dungeons, there’s a lot of Pokemon that are a lot more feral going about. What’s up with that?”

“Well, it’s a lot to talk about so buckle down, buddy. I’ll go through them in parts for you, starting with Dungeons and Pokemon.” Pecan began and took a deep breath.

“Mystery Dungeons are just that. They’re dungeons full of mystery. I believe we’ve went through this part before so I won’t linger but just as a recap, every time you enter the dungeon, its layout will change. Nothing drastic but the differences are enough to always keep you on your feet. Wild Pokemon will usually inhabit these dungeons, not necessarily living in them, but roaming them as a sort of set of guardians that protect the dungeons and their territory alike. Anyone they see as unwelcome will be attacked with or without reason. Not all wild Pokemon are necessarily feral, however. There are Pokemon of civil nature that have simply chosen to continue living the uncivilized lifestyle. They are usually distinguishable, feral Pokemon act solely on instinct and survival. They are incapable of proper speech that we civilized Pokemon have developed from historic studies of the days when our planet was once inhabited by both Pokemon and humans alike. Unlike wild Pokemon, uncivilized ones are capable of speech, though may not be as developed as ours nor as formal after extended periods of living in the wilds. Pokemon that are defeated in dungeons, inhabitants or explorers, are not killed. They are instead removed from the dungeon and wrapped to its entrance where they will regain health and consciousness. Keep this knowledge in mind and do not be afraid to go all out on anyone when insides dungeons.

“Next are the laws and rules of civilized Pokemon. We try to follow most of the ‘basic rules of common sense and courtesy’ that the humans made for themselves. However, we have adjusted accordingly to better for the differences in Pokemon life to that of human life. Such as adjusting the laws of nudity to be more lenient since Pokemon don’t usually wear clothing as humans do. However, we have still chosen to abide by the humans’ laws that sexual interactions with those under a set ‘age of consent’ is illegal. Since we Pokemon age similarly to that of humans, we have maintained the general consensus of most past human establishments around our world that the age of 18 is an acceptable age of consent. It can get rather awkward with how lenient our nudity rules are with kids around. But, I suppose exposed genitals around children is okay, just don’t get any ideas with them. I mean… kids take baths with their parents a lot and all from what I’ve read in human history.”

“So it’s okay for kids to be around any exposed genitals so long as there is no sexual intentions? And I guess it’s safe to assume that aroused genitals around children aren’t OK either?” Jack intervened with curiosity.

“Yep! If you’ve got a raging boner or a dripping wet pussy, keep it out of view. For the most part, a lot of Pokemon have various ways of hiding their genitals such as sheaths and slits for males or fur covering the vaginas of females or scalie females only exposing their genitals when becoming aroused. This is why our laws on nudity and genital exposure are much more loose than the humans. They didn’t have sheaths and such so their cocks and pussies were always external.”

“I see… This is kind of a lot to grasp but I think I got it so far.” Jack scratched an ear, listening carefully to his partner.

“Good! The last part I’ll cover for now, the rules, they’re… well essentially not too different from that of human laws. Don’t do bad stuff, don’t steal, don’t break into homes, don’t cause harm. Use a good moral compass to make your decisions. And I thiiiink that’s about it for the now? I think I covered everything important; mystery dungeons, nudity laws, civilization laws… yeah. Is that satisfying for you, Jacky?”

“Yeah, that oughta be enough info for me. Ah! Actually, one more thing. What about outlaws?” Jack’s ear twitched lightly as he fiddled with it. “Drowzee technically raped you and I technically planned to rape him but make him consent to it. I’m certain we’ll find ourselves between the legs of many more outlaws so how does the law work around that?”

“Now with that, because we Pokemon are a lot more one with nature and survival than that of humans, there are some peculiar leeways to confronting outlaws. The rules may vary depending on your district and continent but here under Officer Mangezone’s order, outlaws are to be taken in by many means necessary. He even states that some more unethical methods may be accepted to apprehend a criminal, including forced sexual exhaustion. By that, Magnezone condones forcing yourself upon an outlaw sexually for a means of exhausting and breaking their will. Personally, I would put that one on a matter of morals over law. Do you really want to go that far just to turn someone in? Officer Magnezone says yes, but do we?”

“We do not.” Jack responded immediately. “Our goal as an exploration team does not and will not involve performing immoral actions to reach an end. Only at the absolute last resort will we take such cruel measures against anyone, deserving or undeserving. Sex is an activity to be enjoyed by everyone, a pleasure that should be shared, not taken. I act for myself and my benefit, but I still have standards of what is and isn’t right to me.”

“Look at you being all high and mighty and justice~” Pecan teased, giggling at the chu. “But I get ya there. If they won’t submit and consent, then that’s not a session you’re meant to have. Anyway, if there’s nothing else you need to know, we oughta get some rest. Another early morning and long day of work awaits us.” The Emolga yawned and her tail wagged a bit, thumping against the floor. “Mmmhh… goodnight, Jack. See you in the morning.”

“Night, Pecan. Sweet dreams.” Jack sprawled himself out on his hay bed and closed his eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over him and sleep take him away.