[center]Chapter 6: Team Skull Part 2: Getting Off On Days Off[/center] The day passed quickly as the couple went about their daily work routine after the… extended stop at the newly opened Spinda’s Cafe. The jobs were a cinch and they’d even found recruitments in a Starly and Machop, both of which had taken great interest in the ideals of a world influenced by sexual freedom. Though, the electric pair hadn’t any intentions of making the two into ace members of their team, their very first newcomers would be trusted to undergo their own work separate of the main force to spread word of their conquest under the Estrius team name. The following day, Loudred had assigned the couple to sentry duty again due to Diglett having to attend to other work. Their work ethic today went better than their first time—despite it still being deathly boring, there was a lot less being heard by Loudred and disturbing the poor Pokemon’s ears with the sounds of aggressive and very bored sex for the sake of passing time. They also did a lot better with their actual footprint identifying and were rewarded accordingly by Chatot. Needless to say, the passing couple of days after the opening of Spinda’s Cafe were lackluster in anything eventful nor worthwhile of mentioning. The follow day, however… “Ahem, before we send you off to work, I have an announcement to share with you ~!” Chatot informed the guild with his usual singsong tone that Chatot are known for. “I would like to introduce you all to our new allies~” “Allies?” Loudred repeated, head tilted in questioning, “New apprentices again?” “Golly, I wonder who they could be?” Bidoof piped up, his stubby tail wagging idly. “Attention! Attention, please!” Chatot called over the group, regaining their eyes and ears. “Now, if you may, down here, please~!” He turned toward the makeshift ladder with the rest of the guild following suit. In a puff of purple smoke, a rancid stench clouded the air and caught their noses off guard. “Buh!? What is that SMELL!?” Loudred quickly clamped his mouth shut and threw his paws over his nostril region. “Ewww! It reeks like rotten cheese! Blegh!” Sunflora spat out, scrunching up from the unwelcome stink. Bidoof blushed and huffed, looking around. “Y-Yup yup! That’s some kinda awful stink~” “Eugh… Jack, I swear to Arceus it better not be...” Pecan growled, covering her nose and keeping her eyes fixated on the ladder. Of course, to her absolute dismay and displeasure, it was exactly who she last wanted to see. Three poison-type Pokemon stepped, floated, and glided down and walked over to stand front and center before the guild members. “These are our new allies~” Chatot notified, seemingly unaffected by the awful smell, though it was slowly beginning to dissipate. “Whoa-ho-ho~ I’m Koffing.” “Heh-heh-heh! Name’s Zubat. ‘sa pleasure~” “Skuntank. Ya best to call me Chief, Team Skull’s leader. Remember it.” Skuntank looked over the lot before he caught sight of an all too familiar duo. “’specially you two.” Chatot looked between the group of poison-types and the electric pair. “Oh? Already acquainted? How lovely~!” “Yeah, his face and my fist are in a [i]very[/i] intimate relationship.” Pecan growled under her breath, her cheeks cackling with an infuriated surge of electricity as she tried her damnedest not to cause a scene. Jack pat her back gently to try and calm the irritated female, though he hadn’t any idea exactly what he could do. While he too had experience with being raped and taken against his consent, at least his encounter was with a wild Pokemon, an uncivilized creature who knew not of human-like laws and only acted on instinct and survival. Pecan’s case was much different morally and mentally; she was taken by fully civil Pokemon that made the complete conscious decision to act upon unruly sexual desires. And God forbid the Pikachu knew what they said to her when they pulled her aside but whatever it was that got her that much more pissed with them, it must not have been good! “Now, these three will not be joining us as new apprentices. Instead, they will be joining our expedition as allied powers and lend their assistance~!” Chatot clapped his wings together with a smile. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Pecan huffed and turned her head with disapproval. “Eh? Why the glum look, Pecan?” Chatot tilted his head at the Emolga’s disgusted response. Skuntank scoffed and turned his attention to the bird. “It ain’t no issue, sir. That gal there’s always got lips flappin’ for something. Yakkin’ on a bit much, that one.” Skuntank scoffed and snickered much to the Emolga’s displeasure. “Hmm. Alright then.” Chatot cleared his voice and returned attention to the crowd. “The Guildmaster has made his decision—there is safety in numbers and this trio will reinforce our strength during the expedition. However, it would be unfavorable were we to attempt coordination for the expedition right now so these three will be staying with us for the next few days. I ask everyone to offer your utmost positive hospitality for the duration of their stay~” The guild stared down the team of poison-types with looks of disapproval and disdain. “Is there not anything wrong here to Chatot?” “How could the Guildmaster ever approve of this?” “Golly, I hope the expedition will be said and done quickly...” “Okay then, with all being said and done, let’s get to work~” Chatot smiled and threw his wing up in a little cheer. Everyone remained quiet for a moment, looking on in disapproval. “...Hooray.” “Hmm? What’s the matter? Where is your team spirit?” Chatot tilted his head, his obliviousness something to be admired. Loudred huffed aloud and pouted. “Team spirit? This STINKS! Don’t you see the problem here? How can we show any team spirit when—wh-when...uwaaWHAT!?” The ground around them began to vibrate violently as if an earthquake had suddenly struck the guild, frantic eyes scanning the room. “YOOOOM…” Wigglytuff had curled up with a very sour expression on his face, his body vibrating with an unsettling aura radiating from his form. Chatot squawked, flapping his wings toward the guild members. “[i]SQUAWK!![/i] The Guildmaster—his rage is building! Please, everyone show your cheers even if you don’t like it, I beg you, [i]where is your team spirit!?[/i]” “HOORAY!” The bunch cheered their false joys which, to the fortune of everyone, was enough to calm the brewing storm that is a big pink blob. The crowd dispersed, off to their regular daily duties while Team Skull stayed behind, their attention turned back to the electric pair. Skuntank smirked and flicked his head as if moving the hair from in front of his eyes. “Chaw-haw-haw~ ‘sa pleasure to meetcha.” He chortled and left with his lackeys close behind. Pecan stomped her foot, her cheek pouches cackling with electricity. “Jack, those three birth defects are up to some sneaky shit and I don’t like it one bit. I wanna keep an eye on ‘em but I don’t wanna spend any more time looking at them than I have to.” Without thinking, Jack grabbed Pecan by the hips and pulled her into a gentle embrace, hugging her close to him. “Hey, it’s fine. As long as I’m here, I’ll be right beside you to kick every ass, hole, and toxic fume they can produce if they ever try anything towards ya.” “Thanks, Jack...” She held him tight and gave the chu a light nuzzle, cheek pouches brushing together softly, the female emitting sparks to him though the Pikachu wasn’t able to return the gesture. “Heh heh, sorry. I still dunno how to turn on these damn powers or whatevs. Guess I still don’t have full understanding of my body yet.” “It’s okay, you’ve been managing an impressive amount despite the lack of access to the best of your arsenal.” She smiled and broke away from her partner’s hug, though not without stealing a kiss on his cheek. “Hey Jack… is it okay if we leave the work today to our B team? I kinda wanna spend the day more laxed around town.” Jack pat her back gently and gave the Emolga reassuring smile. “I’m cool with that. Real cool, in fact. I do have some unfinished business with a certain panda in a certain cafe. His ass and my dick have some… very intimate business deals that need to be made~” The Pikachu chuckled and licked his lips, the thought of indulging in Ari’s squishy physique had the male’s crotch stirring. “Yeah, definitely hittin’ up the cafe~ What about you? Whatcha gonna do today, Pecan?” “Hmm… I’m probably gonna visit the beach again. Kinda hard to tell through the windows here but it looks like a nice day out for combing the shorelines.” “Sounds good by me. I’ll give the others the message and I guess we’ll meet back up here at the guild by evening?” Pecan nodded, her tail wagging idly. “A’ight then~ catch ya later, Pecan. Take it easy out there.” “Yeah, have fun, Jack. Don’t thrash him too hard, he’s still got a job to do after~” The Emolga teased with a giggle before she scurried her way up the ladder. Jack had followed behind her, stopping by with Chimecho to relay the message about today’s workload. The Pikachu was out the guild and made quick pacing to the cafe down the path. “Oohh Ariiiiii~” … “The beach sure is calm today. It’s a welcome contrast to what the past few days have been.” Pecan sighed, her gaze fixed on the ocean, gentle waves crashing upon the shore, the tide brushing over her ankles. “We’ve barely had much time for resting with all the vigorous work we do every day. Not to mention the thrills and chills of the rewards we so happily reap~” A smirk crept upon her lips, the past encounters since their conjoining as an exploration team coming to the front of her mind. The mental images of her being taken from both ends and all three holes had the bottom heavy female quivering with low groans. A paw dipped between her legs, two digits flicking across her folds, a dollop of nectar collecting on her fingers. “Fuck, just talking about it’s got me this wet already~” Her paw returned to her loins, now dragging fingers across her puffy labia, a shudder racing up her spine, back arching from the sparks of stimulation. She bit her lip, a quiet moan emitted from the horny female, thumb pushing upon her engorged clit and grinding idly at it while a finger sink into her fire, tunnel clenching upon the stubby finger while another moan escaped the female. “Yeah… fffuck, I can almost feel them slapping my face with their dicks...~” Pecan huffed, plopping herself down in the tide, legs spread toward the ocean and allowing her paw to explore her personal cave. Two fingers filled her sex, pumping into wanton depths while her thumb kept focus at her clit, now swirling with purpose. Her breath became raspy, the Emolga panting, watching her paw take advantage of her, losing control of herself to the sensation, the desire to be taken. “Mmh, snug fit, ain’t I big boy~?” She groaned to her nonexistent partner, back arching and her free paw planted in the sand behind her to keep her balance as she raised her legs and stuffed her cunt full of her entire paw. “Fuuuck, you’re a big boy~ Yeeeah, gonna get deep in your lil’ ‘molga, ain’tcha~?” Pecan shook, her toes curling and breath catching in her throat. Her cheeks began to cackle with sparks and her paw borrowed some of her charge to electrify her current situation. Stray jolts assaulted her insides while her paw pumped through her slick canal, a sharp, loud moan exclaimed by the electric-type from the additional stimulation striking all the right nerves. Her tail was a display of ecstatic glee, curling up and wagging frantically, thumping against the sand while Pecan fucked herself with her paw, hips gyrating into the thrusts to stir about the appendage invading her. Her legs remained raised as if held up by an invisible male plunging into her sex, the female thoroughly pleasuring herself in the open public for anyone to see. “Shiiit… c-can’t get enough of me, can ya..~?” She continued to taunt her nonexistent partner, seeming to be engrossed in her thoughts or a fantasy, now fucking herself ruthlessly with quick thrusts of her paw, digits tickling her walls, digging gently into them all while continuing their sparks attacking her sweet spots. “Oohh Arceus—ffuuck! Fucking cheater...aahnn y-you know electric shocks are my weakness—hooohh d-dammit make me cum~!” Her entire body began to writhe, pussy convulsing and spasming, the spill of nectar becoming more plentiful around her paw. She continued the reckless abuse to her sex, cheek pouches emitting more violent sparks with her orgasm mere moments away. She was so close! Just one push, she just needed that one last stimulant..! “What in all the hell are you [i]doin’?[/i]” Pecan jumped and lost control of her sparks, a hard shock striking her right at the g-spot. “G-GAH!? [i]H-HOOO-OOOHH-OOH MYFFUUUGGHNNGFFFF—!![/i]” Pecan’s entire body went numb, legs kicking up, eyes widened and rolling back, teeth clenched and drooling on herself. Her body went into an orgasmic seizure as her juices sprayed in a powerful gush and showered the ocean waters with her honey. Her entire body had locked up into a mind numbing orgasm, pussy milking away at the paw shoved into her. Two pairs of eyes watched on behind the Emolga as she was both figuratively and literally shocked into climax, one of mild disgust, the other flustered and cheeks flushed red. As Pecan regained control of her body’s motor functions, she tugged her drenched paw free of her cunt and collapsed on her back in the moist sand, panting heavily and in a complete daze. Her attention turned upward to two slightly blurred figures, her vision slowly coming to. Standing over her were a Quilava and a Marowak, the Quilava having a brow raised at her. “Mind explainin’ why ya fuckin’ yerself out here in the wide open blue?” The Quilava asked, their tone notably feminine with a southern accent reminiscent of what humans would call ‘cowboys’. “E-Ehhuuh..?” Pecan groaned, her words having not quite come back to her yet. Her breath remained on the quick side, chest rising and falling at a gradually slowing rate with the female coming down from her orgasmic high. “Yer words, girl. Use ‘em.” Quilava gave the other fem a deadpan stare. “Errhh...” Pecan shook her head then sat up, still feeling a little lightheaded from her release but otherwise was able to stand. “Okay… what was the question again?” “Why ya fuckin’ yerself on ya paw, squirrel??” “I kinda just was? Some past experiences came up and I got horny. That’s kinda it.” The Quilava looked on incredulously as if the Emolga were leaving something out but shrugged it off. “Eh. Good enough fer me. Ya got balls goin’ to town on yaself like that where anybody can see. I oughta not be surprised by now, the shit we been through, this ain’t nothin’ more than child’s play.” “Tell me about it. The last few days have been pretty wild! I’m not complainin’ one bit but hoooh boy, my cunt and ass been [i]through it[/i], sister.” Pecan chuckled, sharing a sort of heart-to-heart with this complete stranger. “You too, eh? I knew this was a wild world but I honestly ain’t expect a [i]wild[/i] world. I’ll tell ya, stress ain’t no problem at least. I like ya, gal. Name’s Ashe, by the way. And this here work o’ thighs ‘n ass is my partner Donovan. Call ‘im Don.” She held out her paw, Pecan taking it and exchanging a firm handshake. “Pecan. It’s nice to meet you two. Uhh… I actually haven’t seen you two around here before. Are you new here?” “We heard ‘bout a guild in a place called Treasure Town and traveled across the ocean to this continent to check things out. Heard there’s a whole slew o’ dungeons for explorin’. Folks be needing savin’ no matter where we go.” “You two are a team? I have a team, too!” Pecan tilted her head, her interests now piqued. “A rescue team, to be exact. Team Lockdown. Dungeons ain’t for everyone. Those foolish enough to throw their lives at the face of danger and fall short of victory will be brought home safe. We’re a top notch team with a name for ourselves and the power to prove it.” Ashe held up a badge that looked quite similar in design to that of her own but the badge had all the colors of the rainbow on it as opposed to her blank white badge with a pink button—a Normal rank explorer badge. “Whoa… your badge, it’s...” “Master Rank. That’s Rank 11 in rescue teams out of 12 total. It takes a lotta work ‘n effort to get to Masters.” Ashe finished, storing her badge away in their Toolbox. “We been at this for a good while though, so don’t let our high rank discourage ya. If anythin’, let it be motivation to make yer mark on this world.” “Wow… you two must have been on hella adventures then. I’m a veteran explorer myself, been traveling the world before I met my partner just a few days ago and we formed a team together. I’m helping him find his way around these parts. He’s not from this continent.” Pecan tried not to make any nods towards the fact that Jack was a human. She wasn’t sure how others might take that kind of story. “That’s nice of you...” The Marowak finally spoke up between the two girls, a soft spoken voice, a striking contrast to his rough chiseled figure, toned arms with somewhat broad shoulders, well-built chest showing a bit of pecs the lead down into a cute bit of tummy, hips curving outward into thighs similarly thick as that of the big butt Quilava female. What caught Pecan’s attention the most on the Marowak was the odd coloration of his thumb and foot claws. Instead of the usual matte white, his claws were instead a deep onyx black. He also had stunning ruby red eyes that seemed to have a piercing gaze, though that was likely just the way the eyes of the skull he wears were carved out to essentially give him a perpetual angry gaze. “Say, if ya on a team, where’s yer partner at?” Ashe looked around, reassuring to herself that the Emolga was the only one on the beach with her and her partner. “Oh, he’s at Spinda’s Cafe. If I had to guess what he were up to at this very moment, though...” … “My my, you were hungry…mmh~!” Ari shook and moaned, gripping the end of his juice bar counter. When Jack had arrived at the cafe, he was unsurprised to see the place bustling with activity—mostly patrons lounging the area of the newly opened rest stop. Familiar faces around from their first visit for the most part. But that wasn’t what mattered to the Pikachu. The moment he stepped into the underground cafe, his eyes were fixated on the Spinda at the juice bar conjuring up a blend for a Zigzagoon. It was a mesmerizing sight, the way his hips shook, his ass wobbled, tail wagged, he moved like a dancer on ice while he shook his mixer to what the chu could only assume to be some rhythm or beat playing in the dizzy panda’s head. He’d finish off his performance with a twirl and spin before opening the mixer and pouring the Zigzagoon’s drink. The look of awe on his face was adorable, and the look of wonder as he took a drink told of Ari’s talent as a bartender. But again, none of that mattered right now. The Pikachu made a straightforward beeline to the Spinda, slipping right behind the counter neither without permission nor either male saying a word. Ari knew what Jack was here for, and words need not be exchanged between the two as the Spinda bent over the counter rather enticingly to strike conversation with the striped tanuki-like Pokemon. Of course, Ari had himself in such an exposed position for what the chu had in store for him, stubby tail wagging, plump cheeks wobbling as he swayed once more. Jack was on him like a moth to the light, paws digging into the plump flesh of the pudgy panda’s furred ass, cheeks roughly fondled and spread, exposing the pink, puckered rim to the hungry male. Jack’s tongue dragged across the Spinda’s anal star repeatedly, flicking and lapping, growls rumbling in the back of his throat. Sure, he’d eaten this ass just a couple days ago, but this ass, much like Pecan’s, was one to be treated with expertise. One doesn’t simply sqaunder their opportunity with an ass this fat by just fucking it. No, a true connoisseur of breeding milks every second of intimacy out of this bubble butt, figuratively and literally. He gave a firm swat to Ari’s fat ass, the impact of paw clashing with booty letting out a loud [b]WHAP!![/b] that echoed through the cafe. While some turned their attention to the noise, others kept at their conversations as if one of the three staff weren’t getting his ass fucked by horny Pikachu tongue. [i]Perhaps these Pokemon are a lot more in tune with the idea of public and expressive sex than Pecan thought.[/i] Jack wondered while he stuffed the panda’s backside with more tongue. “O-Oh ho~! So you’re new to this—mmh!—exploring thing, huh?” Ari spoke casually to the Zigzagoon in front of him, the little ‘coon nodding while he continued to down his drink. “I’ll tell ya—f-fuck yeah...—c-coming here was the right choice! My drinks a-are...aah!...s-state of the art, bring me the right goodies and you might even see some boosts in your strength~ A-Arceus fuck, right there~!” He shook and pushed his ass back into Jack’s face, eyes shutting for a moment and riding out the intensifying sensations rattling his form, leaving the panda a trembling mess. His dick dripped with precum below the counter, the Spinda groaning out, feeling each hearty throb of his erection while his ass was assaulted by the horny chu both tending to his need and prepping his fat booty for the inevitable rut soon to come. Jack growled into the panda’s ass, the resulting vibrations along his tongue tickling the male’s prostate and earning shaky gasps from Ari along with clenches around his tongue. “Y-Yeeeeessss, f-fuck my ass already, you horny chu!” Ari cried gleefully, his grip on the other end of the counter tightening, the pulses of his anus and the throbs of his dick becoming stronger, more frequent. Precum spilled almost nonstop from his shaft, puddling the clear fluid on the ground below, his occasional throb causing a fling of the musky essence to splatter the underside of the counter. Reluctantly, the Pikachu pulled his tongue from the delightful treat that is Ari’s backside, stealing one last spank to that rump, watching the ripple of Ari’s cheek as it wobbles back into place. “Now now, patience Ari, I’m not done feasting on goodness~” He smirked, shifting himself from behind the panda to slipping under the counter and sitting with back to the wood. He didn’t mind the puddles and strings of precum along the ground and counter wall being caught in his fur; getting messy during sex was kind of a given in many cases. The male licked his lips at the sight of dripping, vein-kissed Spinda dick throbbing in his face, seeing just how on edge Ari was from the rimjob alone. “You poor thing~ You look about ready to bust a nut.” Jack smirked, pressing a digit on Ari’s cock head, pressing down on the quivering Spinda’s tip, watching it bob back in place with removing his finger from the cock. A fling of pre landed across his nose and between the eyes, the musky essence of horny Spinda intoxicating Jack with every inhale. He shuddered, vision clouded in a haze of lust, a paw cupping the hefty sac and rolling the orbs between his fingers. Without hesitation, Jack parted his lips and leaned in to take Ari’s tip, letting the heat of his open muzzle radiate onto the cock before sealing lips and taking one firm suck upon the sensitive tip. The resulting reaction was one for the records. “One Oran-Cheri slush blennnndooohh shit~!” Ari moaned out and tensed hard in the middle of taking an order. Seems Jack had forgotten his place and that Ari was still on the clock despite in the middle of having his ass violated and now dick sucked. An incredible multitasker, that’s for sure. Jack’s tongue swirled the tip of the Spinda’s erection while a paw pumped base to mid of his dick, starting out a slow bobbing motion up and down half Ari’s arousal, the pace a contrast to the quicker movements of his paw jerking off the pulsating organ. All the while, a moaning mess Ari was as he crushed the Oran and Cheri Berries of his current client, a Raichu, into a chunky, juicy mush, mixed in with frosted, flavored water and two ice cubes. His blending came out as more of a tremble and rattle as his body shook in ecstasy with his cock being worked over by a horny Pikachu he’d since quickly taken a liking to, his working motions mixing in with a buck of his hips to facefuck Jack who happily welcomed the aggressive change of pace. Paw moved from the cock and gave Ari full rein to use his mouth like a sex toy to abuse with his reckless thrusts. “Aah...fuck, i-it’ll be just o-ONE more mmmmommennnnaah~! Your Cheri Sweetberry Slushie w-will be..nngh...c-cumming up~!” Ari grunted and moaned out to his clients—rather he moaned for the chu giving head and taking his hip humping abuse—slamming the mixer on the counter and pressing his hips flush against it, hilted down Jack’s throat and erupting a fresh, pent up load straight for the other male’s stomach. Jack’s eyes widened then rolled back as he felt the blast of spunk in the form of powerful throbs shifting against his tongue and in his clenched throat, every swallow of nut convulsing his throat around Ari’s meat and keeping the Spinda pumping and cumming. A paw cupped Ari’s tensed sac, feeling their own pulses as he fed one hell of a load for the chu; it must have been days, maybe weeks since he’d last bust with an orgasm like this! Nah, it’d only be a couple days or so since he’d first eaten this Spinda ass. … “So you ‘n that Jack guy ‘o yours are usin’ the exploration team as a cover up fer a personal goal.” “Yep.” Pecan nodded. “And that goal—correct me if I’m hearin’ ya wrong—is a world erotica of sex ‘n intimacy as public norm and even some town law?” Ashe recited, giving the Emolga a bit of a skeptical look. Pecan looked between the Quilava and Marowak pair and simply nodded again. “Pretty much. Don’t that sound great, though? Think about it! A world where sexual expression isn’t shunned by the public or treated as some sacred act. A world where the ideals of sex and mating return to much like their roots before all the courtships and mated pairs and marriage and whatever that we’ve derived from the humans that were said to have once lived on this planet alongside our ancestors.” Her tail twitched and began coiling around her while she hugged herself in an erotic way. “Just imagine you and Don are out on the town trying out clothes and gear and you show off to Don in a bunch of revealing skirts and blouses and bikinis~ Poor Don can’t help the raging hard-on he’s got for you hanging out in the open and there’s no way he can hide it until you get home! You wouldn’t want him to get shamed for that public indecency, would you? You could just pull him in the changing booth and give him a good blow without a care in the world, let him moan it out! Let him bust all over your face, walk out with a fresh coat of white and not one soul says a thing! In fact, the sight of a hottie like you laced in nut might just get a few pairs banging hips on the spot~! How does that not sound amazing to just fuck on a whim cus you can and nobody has a problem with it!?” “Sh-she might have a point...” Don spoke softly, looking over at his partner nervously with a hot blush thankfully hidden under the skull on his head. Ashe scoffed at the flustered male. “Ya raise a fair point, yeah you do.” She agreed even if somewhat begrudgingly, “But have you considered the cons of such a world?” “Eh?” Pecan tilted her head. “You do know your lil’ utopia ain’t gonna be all sunshines ‘n rainbows, right? What happens in a world ‘o lust when ya start applyin’ the corrupt? A town governed by greed ‘n lust that disregards the well-bein’ of its people for a lay. To use their power for selfish gain. [i]To rape.[/i]” Pecan’s body tensed at the word and her eyes dilated slightly before she shook her head. “Th-that… that’s a given.” She hesitated and looked out to the sea in along pause. “...Yeah… I know, it’s not just possible. It’s gonna happen, I get that. But… changing the world around me, even for personal gain, isn’t going to change the way that people are at heart. The corrupt and greedy will still be corrupt and greedy. Their own means of personal gain may change, but in the end, one crime over another, it’s still a crime grounds for punishment. And...” She swallowed a lump in her throat and bit her lip, “...and I won’t let the inevitability of… [i]that[/i] happening change my ideals. All positives have negatives, otherwise life is only neutral. Even now, I suppose I ain’t much better, huh? To talk about corrupt and greedy knowing what it is I want to do. Because it would be good for [b]me.[/b]” “And did you ever actually [i]ask[/i] Jack if this was what he wanted?” Ashe questioned, stepping up to the other female. “Or did he only go along with it ‘cus it sounded like a good idea?” “I...” Pecan stopped again. She mulled it over for a moment. Did she every truly ask him? He agreed to the idea, yes, but has she really thought about if he said yes for himself or just for her? Or because tagging along would help him find his way? She had to remember that he was still an amnesiac, with only a name and knowledge that he was once human. No. There was something else. Another piece of memory he retained. One that was part of his personality. “...He does want this.” She chewed her lip lightly. That one reason alone would justify Jack’s being completely down for such a world. But said reason would give away his past identity—she felt it wasn’t her right to tell others of someone else’s private and personal information, but she felt cornered, as if her morals were being tested. “He agreed with me because he… because he loves having sex with others! He and I kinda go hand-in-hand with our love of sex.” “Love of sex? Ya ain’t mention that one to us.” Ashe’s interests were piqued. “Why don’t we take a lil’ walk to the cafe to meet up with yer friend. And while we’re at it, do tell us ‘bout yer ‘love of sex’, ya caught my eye.” Pecan’s demeanor quickly shifted from one of melancholy to that of excitement. “Oh! Well… this goes back a fair bit so I hope you like stories~ But where do I begin...” ... Jack stood over the bent over male, admiring the panda’s feminine form bent over the counter with his back curved perfectly, mixer in paws shaking up another juice blend. “Damn, I’m gonna love making you squeal~” Jack smirked, grasping the base of his erect chuhood and letting it flop on Ari’s ass, teasing the panting panda with constant little whaps against his plump cheeks. Ari wiggled his hips, still catching his breath after exerting himself onto and into the Pikachu. “Take your time… haah… I’m still recovering… hoo boy… from that dang mouth of yours..~” He spoke between breaths, chest rising and falling with his panting. The Spinda’s stubby little tail continued its wagging while he waited anxiously to finally be crammed with dick and fucked in front of a full pseudo-audience. Jack could hardly wait any longer himself but alas, this ass was to be enjoyed like a fine wine; every moment of engagement with this booty will be cherished. Jack’s hips drew back and paws grasped firm at that plump behind, taking one more moment to admire the panda’s wanton need for that cock to gape that hole. He’d spread Ari’s cheeks, eyes meeting that tight rim before pushing and kissing his tip right up against it. With the chu’s saliva having long sense dried up, he’d let the copious spill of precum lubricate the Spinda’s rim while he grinds and prods, applying gradual increasing pressure upon the ring of flesh. Ari bit his lip, setting down his juice mixer to grip the counter again as he braced himself for penetration, trying to relax his muscles as much as possible to help the chu inside. With enough pressure pushing on his ass, Jack’s head sank in and both gasped with pleasure, the experienced Spinda being quite the surprising snug fit hugged tight on the mushroom head of Jack’s dick. The Pikachu groaned aloud while he rest himself there, allowing the strings of male fluid to now lube Ari’s anal cavern before any further penetration. His hips rolled and gyrate to stir his tip about within the other male’s clenching ass, gritting his teeth and resisting every urge to just [b]slam[/b] his hips forward. A paw reached back to grab one of his own and Jack’s attention rose from the fat panda ass to Ari’s dizzy gaze meeting Jack’s own lustful one. Ari nodded the go ahead and pushed his ass back to swallow up more Pika meat into his fat backside, both a mess of blissful groans as Jack thrust while Ari bounce. Hips and ass clashed repeatedly with the audible [i]‘Clap! Smack! Pap!’[/i] of rough, paced sex, every impact adding the wild jiggle of Ari’s fat ass, eye candy for the horny Pikachu causing said jiggles. “Fffuuucking hell… you’re [b]tight![/b]” Jack grunted, paws holding firmly at Ari’s hips, helping guide him to keep up with Jack’s own pace as he was quickly losing his patience and all need to fuck this Pokemon like the pokephile maniac he was took over. The steady pace and periodic clap of hips to ass became a constant clapping like an audience’s applaud, the rapid pace leaving Ari a moaning mess, goofy smile on his face, one paw trying to cover his bright blush, the other keeping a firm grip on the counter as he was ruthlessly bred by another male. “Hhhhoooly shiiiit, you’re so biiiiig~” Ari moaned and squeaked, his entire world rocking and spinning, the Spinda becoming lightheaded from the overwhelming sensations of pleasure. his still lingering afterglow mixed into the intensity of a good ass fucking, drooling on the desk and barely able to make intelligible speech outside of sloppy, moaning swears. He giggled between sharp gasps and audible cries of bliss, the dizzy panda clearly having the time of his life taking chu dick up his ass and hitting some deep spots not many Pokemon in his day could quite reach. “Ya like that, huh~? Big dick fuckin’ your ass like a rag doll?” Jack teased, whispering sensual dirty talk into Ari’s ear while he rammed his bubble butt. Ari could do nothing more than nod his head and give out giggly, ecstatic whines, trying to keep up with the Pikachu’s aggressive pace, his hips rocking, bouncing into those slams. “Fffuuuck, I love your ass, dude..~” Jack groaned out, pressing his weight upon Ari and burying himself hard. Ari shook as he was crammed full of 8 inches of thick and hung chu meat, feeling each throb, every vein-pulsing twitch, the splatters of precum hitting so deep within him. His own cock was a pulsing mess dripping with his cum. Ari was in such a euphoric state, he hadn’t even noticed he’d started cumming again. All the pleasures of rough sex were blending together into one big ecstatic experience that made it hard to differentiate certain sensations. It was all just really good sex to him. “Betcha want me to pump this ass full, eh?” Jack growled and bite the Spinda’s ear, nibbling at it and going into overdrive, a reckless pace that lacked rhythm, letting his body tell him how hard he could fuck, how deep he could breed, how fast he could thrash. All the while, Ari did nothing but moan, cry out, and cum himself for a third time, squirt another sloppy, weak load across the underside of the counter while he shook violently, the Pikachu holding him tight to keep the panda from completely collapsing into stupefied pile of fucked silly mush. “F-fuckin’… cream my ass, y-you ANIMAL!” Ari cried out and threw his ass back hard against Jack one last time and grind roughly upon every pulsing inch of chu dick, body quaking and swirled eyes spinning, mouth agape and tongue out in a truly fucked senseless state. His fourth orgasm was nothing like the third and much like the first, fresh, creamy spurts of Spinda spunk painting the floor, flinging with his hearty throbs, a few ropes even finding themselves upon the top of the counter and shot across his mixer. The Raichu on the counter’s other side was much too engrossed in his drink to notice the thick string of white flung straight toward him from Ari’s floppy, spraying dick. He yelped as he took a lengthy rope of cum across his face and chest with some getting into his drink, cheeks flushing red as he looked up to see a Spinda forcing his fat ass upon a groaning, moaning Pikachu grinding roughly back on him. He could see his fellow chu trembling rather hard and groaning quite loud and, still climaxing Spinda dick aside, could tell that Ari had just threw a curve ball the Pikachu’s way with his ass pushed so snugly against him and was taking what definitely had to be one hell of a load. If there were anything the Pikachu line were well known for in bed, it would be their admirable rodent stamina, and their incredible reproductive potency. Ari giggled and mewled like a giddy slut while he was hugged hard by the Pikachu he pressed himself on, Jack grinding roughly against the fat, squished ass milking his dick dry. His balls had pressed up into his body and tense, every throb inside the Spinda’s bubble butt sending another string of white painting Ari’s insides. Neither spoke a word, only moans and grunts of orgasmic release and relief from both parties until their climaxes would give in. It had took nearly an entire minute for Jack to stop pumping Ari with his jizz. By then, the Spinda was spilling with seed as his ass was overflown, belly swelled slightly with the excessive load. The chu brought Ari back to the counter before he reluctantly pulled out of that delightful, fleshy furnace. He admired the view of a gaped, thoroughly abused asshole that gushed his cum in a thick and constant ooze, Ari immediately collapsing against the counter, letting the fruits of their labor spill out of him into a big, creamy mess on the floor below. Jack, being the cheeky chu he was, picked up a container and held it below Ari’s ass to collect as much of his spunk as he could that leaked from the creampied Spinda. He’d manage to fill the one liter container about halfway with his cum before the gaped geyser settled to a dribbling leak, closing up the container and setting it on the counter. “I hope your patrons will enjoy the new mixing ingredient I gave ya~” Jack teased and gave Ari a pat on the ass. “Might wanna get yourself an Oran Berry or two to get your legs working again, even if just a little, buddy. I’d love to stay and chat more but I promised a friend I’d meet up with her by evening and I’ve no idea what time it is. But mark my words, I wanna see how you top next time~” … “You’re a real work of art, girl.” “What can I say? A gal gets around~” Pecan giggled, tail wagging idly. She and her new pair of friends were taking a well paced walk down Treasure Town toward the intersection. The sun had began setting over the horizon, evening shining down its brilliant oranges upon the land. “Ya sure get around lots, but what made ya give that up? Bein’ a free explorer sounds quite fine if ya ask me.” Ashe looked to the Emolga in bewilderment. “You got so much experience in traveling the world and all the partners you could ever ask for in doin’ so butcha decided to stick ‘round here and pace yerself.” “I suppose… when I met Jack, I just felt something click between us, y’know? A couple of electric-types, active libidos, good sex. Not to mention he knows nothing about this place so I felt this sort of obligation to take care of him, show him the ropes and all. I couldn’t just leave him on his own, especially after he took it upon himself to save me from being used against my will. He had no reason to do it and yet...” “He was there for ya.” Ashe finished, turning eye towards Don. “Yeah, yer story sounds like another one I know all too well.” She smiled at her partner and he blushed under his skill, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “You seem to hold your partner with high regards. Do you… like him?” The usually silent Marowak piped up again into their conversation again. Pecan stopped in her tracks and looked over at Don, head tilted and a brow raised. “Do I like him? Well yeah, of course. Jack’s a really cool dude, he’s learning well about exploring and seems genuinely interested in the adventure as much as he is with the sex we get out of it.” “Of course you like him. But I mean do you [i]like[/i] him? You have a lot of praise for him and have not once said anything bad yet you two have only known each other for about a week now, from what you’ve told us?” Pecan’s cheeks flushed a light pink hue and she looked away for a moment. “I-I… I mean i-it’s a bit early to make decisions like that. It has only been but so many days and I do like him a lot, b-but those feelings come naturally when you’ve been through the things we’ve been through in such short time! He’s proven himself worthy of my affection and trust multiple times, but… I don’t think I could quite say my feelings go [i]there[/i] with him...yet?” “Aww, how cute~” The three had their attention drawn toward an approaching Pikachu smirking at the trio. “J-Jack!” Pecan huffed, face flushing red and turning away from the male. Jack chuckled and came up to his partner, hugging her from behind and combing his fingers through her chest fur. “Hey now, why so flustered, Pecan~?” Jack teased, giving one of her ears a playful nibble. “It’s not like you to act so shy, are you catching feeeeelings~?” “Sh-shut up, dork!” She swatted at him with her tail and he chuckled, keeping her close. “How was your day, by the way? I was just on the way to cafe to see if you were still occupying your time there.” “Nope, finished up and left my mark. Had left cus I lost track of time and didn’t wanna make you wait or worry.” The Pikachu nuzzled up against his friend before turning his attention to the feminine Marowak and bottom heavy Quilava. “Hey Pecan… who’re the hotties? You pick up some new friends?” “Oh, right! Jack, these are Ashe and Don. I met them on the beach. They’re a rescue team!” She introduced, the Quilava retorting with a little scoff and chuckle. “Top class, in fact. Masters in our talent.” Ashe smirked towards the Pikachu. Their gazes met and he licked his lips. “So you got experience, eh? I like a gal that knows her way ‘round the block~” His gaze went south on the Quilava from her amber-gold eyes to her wide, baby bearing hips and that deliciously fat ass of hers. “Oh yeah, all the rescue work y’all must do, no surprise ya got thigh game like that~” “Pecan ain’t lie one bit ‘bout you, chu boy.” Ashe shook her head and gave the Pikachu a teaser, swaying her hips and giving her booty a bounce. “Ya got a way with words and no filter when ya got eyes on somethin’ ya wanna stick it to. Or in this case, stick it [i]in.[/i]” “What can I say? Why mask my words and intentions with filters? If you can’t take it head on then you either don’t want it or don’t deserve it~ And what I’m sayin’ right now is that you’ve got it goin’ on and I’ve still got supply, hm hm.” Jack growled playfully at the Quilava, tail twitching and paws idly feeling on Pecan’s chest. The Emolga huffed and bumped her own fat backside against the chu’s crotch, making him jump and yelp out a heated grunt. “You could try to show a little decency and get to know her before you try and go to town on her body, y’know. She’s got rank and experience over us, she’s not some random dungeon dwelling wild Pokemon!” “I could. Or we could exchange pleasantries while exchanging pleasant sensations~” Jack chuckled and gave Pecan a bite and nibble at her neck. She shook and bit her lip, blushing and wrapping her tail around his waist. “I gotta say, I like yer moxie, chu boy. Ain’t a lotta guys out there who’ll work words without playin’ the silver tongue and a buncha shitty pickup lines e’rrybody knows never works. Mayhaps a lil’… detour is in order; ya piqued my interest and now I wanna see if yer nothin’ but words or that mouth ‘o yers got other [i]uses~[/i]” Ashe smirked, a seductive growl rumbling in the back of her throat. Don looked at her then towards the chu, blushing under his skull and huffing. “Lucky...” He mumbled under his breath, the male clearly jealous of the frisky electric-type. Jack puffed out his chest with pride, tail wagging and paws on his hips. “Are you imposing a challenge? I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, hot stuff~” The Pikachu licked his lips, letting his arousal stiffen up freely for the three to marvel at. Ashe’s gaze fixated on the hardened malehood between Jack’s legs—the sheer audacity of this ballsy male to let it all hang out in front of total strangers! She bit her lip and growled hungrily for the chu. “Where do you suppose this detour of ours oughta go then, eh? Cus I’m ‘bout ready to go down on ya right here where anyone can see us~” “Slow your roll, horndog, y’all will have plenty chance to indulge in all this body ‘o mine~ Pecan, darlin’, show us back to the beach, if you don’t mind. I’m sure it’ll be quite empty for our… [i]engagement.[/i]” “Right this way, my dudes~” Pecan hugged herself with her tail, lustful purrs rumbling in the back of her throat as she led the group back to where she first met the pair. It was a fairly short walk, being but a singular dirt pathway down the hilly route from town and the guild. The pathing beneath their feet soon shifted from the beaten dirt to the soft, gravely sand of the beach, looking out to the wide open ocean tinted orange by the evening sun. “Here it is, Treasure Town Beach. Nice little enclosed space, tranquil and peaceful for your public-private lovemaking pleasure~” “Err...Pecan..?” Don poked her shoulder gently to get her attention. “Yeah? What’s up, Don?” “I-I don’t think they’re listening...” “Eh? What makes you say that?” The Marowak turned her attention to the other pair who were currently down in the sand, Ashe straddling the chu’s hips, their lips locked in a heated wrestle of tongues. Growls sounded among the occasional swat and spank of Jack’s paws upon Ashe’s hefty ass, each slap to the ass making her plump cheeks ripple and jiggle for the chu to grope at. Hips were pressed, moist, heated folds hotdogging hung, throbbing malehood, rough grinding from both Pikachu and Quilava fueling their lust for one another. “Oh. I see.” Was all Pecan could say in response to the immediate, aggressive make out session. She looked back at the Marowak and could practically feel the jealousy radiating from him, his gaze glued upon the two horny Pokemon readying to go to town on each other. “You like her, don’t you?” “H-Huh??” Don was brought out of his trance and caught off guard by the rather personal question. “Wh-what are you talking about?” “Don’t play dumb, cutie. You like Ashe, don’t you~?” She giggled and nudged the male playfully. Don’s eyes shifted back and forth between the Emolga and his partner grinding her plump ass hard against Jack who now stood behind her, hotdogging her hefty bubble butt and continuing to give her the occasional spank. “Weeeell?” Pecan squeezed at Don’s rump, causing the Marowak to jump with a yelp. “P-Paws off! Bad touch!” He squirmed, though didn’t attempt to stop the Emolga from playfully squeezing his ass. “Honk honk~ Answer my question then, you liiiike Ashe, huuuh~?” “A-Alright fine, I do! I-I like her… a lot… I-I think she knows that though; I’ve never actually told her directly how I feel but… we’ve done a lot together, v-very private and intimate together too...” He looked down, recalling the many times he’s spent with his trusty partner in their adventures in and outside of the bedroom. “So you’ve gotten laid with her a lot then?” Pecan gave the male’s rear another light grope. Don huffed, glad he wore a skull to cover up his wild blush. “Well...not a lot, actually. I mean, we’ve done it before...b-but like, we never [i]made love[/i] so to speak...” “Whatcha mean is, you’ve fucked her, but you’ve never [i]mated[/i] with her.” Pecan summarized, ear twitching lightly when Ashe let out a very audible moan. Her attention turned to the other pair momentarily to see they’d changed position once again. Ashe sat firm upon Jack’s face, her plump rear grinding down on the horny chu while his tongue explored deep into her canal. The way she shook and trembled told the Emolga her partner must be working her in all the right ways. “I guess that’s a good way to put it...” Pecan turned back to Don. “We’ve had sex a fine bit, n-not like...a super ton? Sex has happened a lot more [i]to[/i] us than it has been [i]between[/i] us… It’s probably been a lot similar to what you two have been encountering so far. B-But I want to be able to do more than just fuck her..! I want to [i]love[/i] her, yet...” He stopped and looked out to the sea again. “Yeeeeeet?” Pecan repeated, invested in the male’s ramblings about his emotions. “Yet… I just don’t know how she feels about me. We’ve had our moments, yeah, but that’s a given when you’re a team.” Don sighed and looked down again at the sand. “Maybe you oughta talk to her then, y’know? Admit your feelings for her. She clearly has a lot of respect for you at the very least.” “I suppose, b-but… she never struck me as the romantic type… I-I really like her but I don’t wanna lose what we have now, y’know?” The Marowak whined and squeezed the Emolga. She pat his back gently and gave the male’s ass another grope. Don bit his lip, his tail twitching a bit while Pecan rubbed at his backside. “D-Do you mind..?” “I do~” She retorted, smirking and giving the male’s rump a little spank. He yelped from the sudden impact and whined, turning toward her to move his butt away. Pecan giggled at the male’s attempts to keep her from his lovely rear end. Instead, she pressed up against the male with a low purr, grasping at his ass with both paws now. “P-Pecan...” Don squirmed as the Emolga massaged his ass, biting his lip to suppress a moan. “I-It’s my turn to ask the questions now...you like my butt, don’t you..?” “It’s a nice rounded shape, finely toned with a bit of cushion~ A good ass on a cute boy, hm hm~” Pecan fondled lush Marowak cheeks while she nuzzled up to his chest. “Why don’t you let me take your mind off of certain [i]things[/i] going on and help you unwind some of that bottled up anxiety, eh?” “A-Anxiety!? What anxiety, I-I’m fine!..” Don huffed but didn’t stop the Emolga’s persistent fondling at his ass. “Yah, sure you are.” Pecan shoved the male on his rear then pinned him on his back, growling lowly. “Relax, buddy boy… I ain’t gonna hurt ya, much the opposite in fact. I’mma make ya squeal~” “Wha—what are you gonna do to me..?” Don gulped, his gaze meeting the Emolga’s wanton stare. She licked her lips, paws now on his chest brushing and kneading gently at his scales. “Tell me… ever been fucked before, skullboy?” “W-Well yeah… i-it’s unavoidable, honestly...” He looked away, huffing again. He turned his attention towards his partner, watching her tremble and moan out, her paws milking Jack’s dick, pumping his arousal firmly while he continued to fuck her ruthlessly with his hungry tongue. [i]That lucky punk feasting on my Ashe…[/i] “Hey skullboy! I’m over here~!” Don shook his head and looked down at the Emolga now between his legs. He blushed brightly under his skull seeing himself with his legs held up and his rump practically on display for the female. Her face was mere inches from his ass, glancing up at the male giving her a frantic and nervous expression. “Hello~” “Wh-What in blazes a-are you doing down there a-at my butt?!” “I’mma eat it.” “WHAT?!” Pecan pat his rear gently and leaned in to plant a wet kiss upon his pucker, tongue dragging across the male’s rim, winning a sharp gasp and a visible quiver out of him. “Not like that, silly. I mean I’m gonna eat you out~” She reassured, flicking her tongue across his pucker again to further emphasize herself. Don bit his lip hard, quivering and curling his toes from the stimulation her licks gave him. “Relax, you’re so tense. You really gotta calm down, your anxiety’s out of control!” “I-I can’t help it..! I’m a social reject, I dunno how to deal with these kinds of situations with strangers..!” He whined, squirming while Pecan gave his tailhole another lick. “P-Pecan!” “Shhhhh… relaaaax, buddy. I’m gonna lighten you up to the aspects of fucking with strangers. Literally~” She giggled, her paws gliding along the male’s thighs, kneading gently into them while she began frequent licks at his tight star. Don groaned low, throwing paws over his mouth to try and muffle his pleasured noises from the Emolga. Pecan’s tongue flicked and dragged across his entrance, repeatedly teasing the male with her tongue before she’d finally press on his rim and slither her tongue inside. “Hhhh..--!” Don gasped and his body tensed up, feeling the invading organ begin its delve inside his booty. He’d taken males before aplenty, but he couldn’t recall the last time he’d been eaten out let alone if he ever was. He didn’t expect much in comparison to taking a plowing but this sensation was nothing like being filled by a male’s cock! The Emolga’s organ wriggling about within his ass was so strange yet so pleasant a feeling, the stimulation easily rousing his malehood out. “P-Pecaaaann...” He whined cutely, tail thumping against the sandy floor and paws digging into the sand, trying to find a grip. “Hmm hmm..~” She chuckled, muffled by the male’s tailhole clenching on her tongue. Her lips met with his rim and she stuffed her tongue as far as she could push into his ass—an impressive distance for just a tongue. A long, audible little moan escaped Don’s maw being filled with tongue and having his thighs kneaded into by the horny electric-type, the occasional instinctive clench of his rim on the invading organ only adding to his pleasure. [i]She’s good at this…[/i], the Marowak thought while Pecan began a slow thrusting motion with her tongue, slithering and grinding along his walls to further stimulate the ground-type. While he had an ass full of tongue, Don decided he’d take a gander over at the other pair again. Jack groaned and held Ashe at the hips, the frisky Quilava having pinned the male on his back and was now aggressively slamming her ass upon his lap. Her big butt wobbled with each drop and smack onto the chu’s crotch, his dick plunging through her snug, hot tailhole. She gripped him hard in her rump, milking the Pikachu and listening to his hot gasps and sharp moans like music to the fem’s ears. A devious smirk adorned her face as she dominated the male, crushing his poor pelvis with her every slam onto his lap, the audible whap and smack of fat butt to crotch sounding out loud with the male’s moans. “Ffuuuuck..~” Jack groaned out, eyes shut, paws squeezing the Quilava’s wide hips. “That ass feelin’ reeeal good, ain’t it, chu boy~?” She teased, hilting him inside her again and grinding her rear hard on the male. He bit his lip, throbs digging into Ashe’s walls with thick spurts of precum coating her anal cavern and further lubing her to take him with even more force. “G-God, your ass is so FAT and tight...” Jack’s eyes rolled back, indescribable sensations coursing through his form. Ashe’s booty hugged his dick so tightly, such a snug fit gripping his cock like a fleshy vice grip. Only one other has an ass as good as this, an ass he could fuck for hours on end and multiple loads. The owner to that title was busy tongue deep in Marowak ass and a paw jerking him off while the two of them watched the chu and Quilava go to town on each other. “Atta boy, praise this ass~ Lemme hear how bad ya wanna bust in this booty~” Ashe growled, gripping his chest and clenching powerfully upon Jack’s girth. He moaned out loud and his toes curled, squeezing Ashe’s hips and holding her down against his lap. “Nnhff...h-holy shit..! I need it...I-I need to fill this ass up..! Milk it out...e-every last fuckin’ drop!” He smacked her ass hard and moaned out loud, grinding up against the horny fire-type. Ashe grunted and growled down at her partner, kneading into his chest while she resumed riding him hard. “Good boy! Now fuckin’ nut in me, chu boy!” Ashe moaned out and arched her back, riding the chu with vigor while her pussy clenched on air, her eyes shut and nectar squirting on Jack’s crotch and belly. “Yeess! God, [i]YES!![/i]” [i]She uses that word too?[/i] Pecan thought while watching her fellow electric-type unload into the Quilava’s heavy butt. She watched as he shook and tensed, his heavy balls pulsing and pressing up into his body, his bucking against her while he emptied his balls into yet another body today. Her tongue pushed on Don’s prostate and grind across it while her paws pumped his dick rapidly, a powerful surge of shocks coursing along the male’s organ. Due to Don’s ground typing, the male felt no pain, only a rush of electrostimulation consume him. His back arched and a loud cry of orgasmic ecstasy sounded from the Marowak, ribbon after ribbon of fresh seed spraying high into the air from the male as he burst hard upon himself. The rain of nut shot from his cock showered over his front, strips and strings of cum coating his chest, belly, and even some on his skull helmet. All the while, Pecan kept up eating out the male and jerking him off, milking out as much release as she could from the pent up ground-type. “P-Pecaaaaannnn~!” Don whined cutely, his climax beginning to ease up to a drool and his body quivering visibly with his afterglow kicking in. The Emolga eased up on her actions, tongue slowly slipping free from his ass and paws tickling his tip, scooping up a bit of his seed. She suckled the nut from her fingers with a sultry moan, gazing down at the spent Marowak with a grin, tongue dancing around her cum coated digits. “Mmmhh, a strong taste, potent bitter flavor, goes down quite thickly too~ quality ground-type semen, scrumptious~” Pecan purred, tail wrapping around herself while she nuzzled up against Don’s softening dick. He quivered from her nuzzles and reached a shaky paw down to pat her head. “I-I-I...aahh j-jeez...I appreciate you doing that..I-I guess… b-but it’s really sensitive now, nnhf h-have mercy...” Don whined and slumped down in the sand. Pecan giggled and pulled herself from his cock with one last kiss to the tip. “Sorry about that, hehe, gets a lil’ hard to pull myself away from a good cock.” She giggled at the male, crawling over to sit beside the spent Marowak. With their little session of fun concluded, they once again went to spectating the other couple who were coming down from their own orgasmic highs, still connected by cock and rump with bits of seed leaking from the filled Quilava’s bum. “Holy shit…” Jack gasped out, gazing up at the sweat coated Quilava panting heavily atop of him. “You… yer fulla spunk, chu boy…” She huffed, rubbing at his damp chest. “Figuratively...and very, very literally..~” “What can I say… My dick does a lotta talkin’ to hotties like you~” Jack chuckled, caressing her hips gently and pulling her down to meet lips again in another sloppy french kiss. … After the group finally cleaned themselves up of their messes, they once again stood at the intersection near the cafe. “It’s been a real pleasure meeting you two and getting to know each other.” Pecan smiled, bowing respectfully towards the rescue team. “You said you two will be around here for awhile, right Ashe?” “That’s right. After hearin’ ‘bout all the missin’ and rescue cases ‘round here, we figured it’d be best this lil’ trip of ours had an extended stay for some business. So we’ll be ‘round a good while takin’ up rescue requests. Might see us hangin’ about in the guild on occasion, in fact.” “Nice, nice. Maybe we can pair up, the four of us, and do some rescue missions together sometime. It’d be some big time experience for Jack and me. Especially Jack, him bein’ new to this and all.” Pecan’s tail wagged with hope that she’d get to witness Master Rank adventurers at work first paw. Ashe chuckled at the optimistic Emolga and gave her a pat on the head. “Don’t see why not. I’m sure y’all could hold yer own with us. How ‘bout we meet up tomorrow, eh? I’ll pick us out somethin’ good.” Ashe proposed, looking over at her partner and smiling at him. “Sure! That would be awesome! Let’s meet up tomorrow morning then.” The two females shook on it, Pecan blushing a bit while the Quilava winked at her. “It’s a date then~ Y’all best get goin’ now though. Sun’s just about set, I figure the guild’s got a curfew or somethin’.” “Right, right. Jack, you ready?” She turned to her partner and he nodded. “Let’s get goin’. Be seeing you two again soon.” Jack smirked and held his paw up, licking between his digits towards Ashe. She growled deeply and made a blowjob motion with her own out and paw before she and Don were off back into town. “I tell ya, Pecan, she’s a real fuckin’ freak.” “Damn straight. You better share next time, I wanna see what [i]her[/i] mouth can do~” The Emolga purred and bit her lip. “Best not think on it much lest we get horny again. And we can’t afford another session, we gotta get to the guild. Dinner will be served soon. ... The couple arrived at the bottom floor of the guild and looked around the room. Bidoof and Sunflora were sat together having a chat and near the entrance to the mess hall were a couple of all too familiar but very much unwelcome faces. “Oh right, these assholes are staying around here for awhile.” Pecan rolled her eyes, not even wanting to look at the Koffing and Zubat. “Forget ‘em, we’ve had a fine day today, don’t let a couple bad eggs ruin it.” “Bad eggs!?” The two poison-types repeated, looking at the Pikachu in disgust. “Well fuck you too, huh? If you don’t want any beef, don’t start shit.” Jack looked back at them incredulously at the sudden outburst. “Did I…strike a nerve or something?” He asked Pecan, his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. “Ooohh yeah, might wanna watch that little phrase in particular around here. See, it may not mean much to humans, but to Pokemon, being called a ‘bad egg’ is an extremely offensive term. It’s probably one of the most disrespectful things to call a Pokemon, actually.” “Shit. I mean, I ain’t apologizing, though.” “I’m fine with that. C’mon, let’s go in the Mess Hall, dinner’s probably just about ready anyway. … “Hoo boy! What a day today has been~” Pecan dropped down on her hay bed, looking up at the ceiling with a happy sigh. “Lemme tell you, those two are really cool!” “You can say that again.” Jack sat in his bed, gazing out the window towards the twinkling night sky. “I really empty my balls today. Who would have thought it’d be this easy to find attractive Pokemon with big asses?” “Oh yeah, us little ones, we’re the cream of the crop. Bein’ a shortstack ‘mon around these parts is like a gift in itself. You’re definitely a lucky one.” Pecan giggled, hugging her tail idly. “I can’t wait for tomorrow, it’s gonna be so much fun hanging out with them again. And who knows? Tomorrow could end up being a big ol’ orgy between us four and some dungeon Pokemon~” “Imagine that. Guess we really got something to look forward to then, huh? Best get some sleep then, tomorrow won’t come any sooner staying up.” “Yeah, you’re right. Goodnight, Jack. Sweet dreams.” Pecan closed her eyes and relaxed herself, letting her exhaustion slowly overtake her. “Sweet dreams, Pecan. See ya in the morning.” Jack replied, soon laid out and taken by tiredness as well. … “Man, they call that dinner? That was whack! That barely filled my stomach.” “If that’s all they serve, I’ll be starvin’ every day.” “Everyone’s hit the hay; guild’s sleeping. Let’s go find it.” “Find it? Find what?” “The food stash, of course. We’ll find the goods and have ourselves a proper lil’ nosh.” “Smart thinkin’, Chief!” “We’re feasting right tonight~” “Heh. Dig in, boys.”