Team Burst Mystery Dungeon Crawl

In the deep forest, days away from any towns, an adventuring party of three Pokemon trotted between the trees. Leading the group was a Charmeleon with a black scarf on his neck and satchel around his shoulder. Mitch pulled the map out of his bag to check their location, humming a tune under his breath. They had to be getting close now. There was the mountain range in the distance, and rising higher than the rest of the peaks was Rusty Mountain.

Mitch accepted a request for their Exploration Team to save some lost Pokemon. No one was sure what happened to the other Exploration Team. They’d been missing for a week now, and finally the guild decided it was time to rescue the rescuers. Save the lost Pokemon, take any extra loot as their own, escape and defeat anyone that got in their way. A simple task for Team Burst! They’d been through dozens of harder missions during their time together as a team, and almost half the time the missions were completed successfully!

The hardest part was getting there. The mission was simple, but getting to the mountain range took a long time and with no easy path to follow. But at least it was a beautiful summer day. Warm air, a light breeze, Butterfree floating above and Taillow flying between branches. You couldn’t have asked for a better time to be outside.

Directly behind, Tyson munched into an apple to fill his belly. The Croconaw wore a green scarf around his neck. They didn’t take time to stop for lunch today so all three Pokemon were feeling hungry, but Tyson in particular. He especially needed food to make sure he was ready for a battle on a moment’s notice. Mitch and Tyson were opposite types, fire and water, so they backed each other up as partners. Mitch was the more energetic and upbeat one, Tyson more serious and adult. They made a good pair that played off each other.

Elm the Electrike bounced up and down taking up the rear, walking in each footprint from the water and fire type in front. His little red scarf flapped with each step. He was more carefree, brave for sure but not the most observant. Downright oblivious. Easily distracted by his family, tons of brothers and sisters to help take care of and give treasure to. That was fine though. He just needed some support from the rest of his team. He could come through with help and some extra coin to provide in a pinch. Someone needed to keep the electric type grounded though.

“How much further is it until we get there Mitch?” Tyson asked after finishing off the remainder of his apple.

“We can get there by the end of the night if we don’t stop for breaks,” Mitch said, rolling the map up to put away. “Do you need some more water or snacks?”

“No, I’m full now.”

The bag still had a few apples left but most of their storage was empty. If they didn’t get to the mountain by this evening, Mitch worried they would struggle to ration their food. Rusty Mountain was within view but he couldn’t be sure exactly if they were in a safe range to get there tonight.

“Hey Elm, would you mind going out for a quick scout? How close are we to the mountains?” Mitch asked.

The Electrike rushed past them in a blur of green and yellow fur. “ON IT!” he yelled as he ran past. Mitch leaned against a tree and waited for the wolf to return. It wouldn’t take long; Elm was way too eager to please and had too much energy to burn.

Tyson approached from the right and let Mitch rest his head against his shoulder. “You’ve been working hard lately. You want a break while I lead?”

“Nooo, that’s alright. We’re almost at the mission anyway. Let me push through. I’ll be okay. I’m hardy,” Mitch responded, nuzzling against Tyson’s neck. The Croconaw sighed and put an arm around Mitch’s shoulder. He trusted the Charmeleon to know his limits and stop. That didn’t mean he would stop worrying though. Being leader all the time was probably stressful. They took a moment to just quietly cuddle, listening to the wind rustle through the trees.

They heard someone trip over a tree root far ahead, and scramble back onto four paws. That would be Elm returning, so Mitch and Tyson stood back to attention and prepared to walk.

Elm skidded to a stop with leaves fluttering around the mark his path left in the dirt. His pelt had a few sticks and dirt messing it up from the fall just seconds ago. “Okay! It’s about an hour and a half away from here if we keep moving quickly. But I’m gonna need some… water… maybe a snack…” Elm panted.

They didn’t question how he knew it was that long, or question why he’d made that trip there and back in less than a half hour. Instead, they patted the little wolf’s side and told him that he’d done a good job. Mitch pulled a Max Elixer out to give Elm his ration and let the Electrike walk behind them slowly. He’d earned that much.

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The dungeon was at the base of Rusty Mountain, inside a cave that light couldn’t penetrate. Team Burst wasn’t scared of the dark, not at all. But they did need to stop at the mouth of the cave to discuss their plans before going inside. The trio ignored the ‘Danger! Slime Traps!’ and other similar, broken-down, old signs that surrounded the mouth of the cave. It was all written in a language they couldn’t read, and most of the letters were faded regardless.

“You two already know the plan. Stick together, pick up items for the satchel, and switch lead Pokemon depending on who we’re fighting. Nothing out of the ordinary, just like we’ve practiced,” Mitch directed. Elm and Tyson did a tiny little salute and walked to either side of the Charmeleon. All three entered the cave together.

The cave didn’t have many dangerous Pokemon to dispatch. Some Azurill, Lillipup, Archen, and Snivy blocked their paths. Elm collected money, Tyson grabbed the rocks and apples, while Mitch peeked into the hallways to check if the coast was clear. Everything was going great, but they only made it six floors down so far. There were still many more to go before they would reach the goal.

On the seventh floor the room immediately split into two directions, left and right. Elm looked around the border of the room and yup, no other exits. They’d have to pick which way to go first.

“Okay, there are only two paths here. To find the stairs down, let’s split up. As the fearless leader I’ll go left alone. Tyson, can you keep Elm grounded while you go right?” Mitch said, pointing to the other hallway. Both backed away and turned on their heels to head to the right. Elm bounded around Tyson in circles while the Croconaw walked normally.

Mitch smiled and shook his head at Elm’s bounding before heading down his own path. They would be fine together. Mitch was certain he could handle exploring on his own for now. This floor was completely empty of other Pokemon for some reason. That sped up the effort of mapping out the floor. He walked deeper and deeper, room after room passing. Wow, this floor is wide. Mitch kept a detailed map to help with returning but even with that, he was getting a little nervous. Just one room deeper and he would head back-

Deep inside that final room, at the end of a long hallway, Mitch could see a hoard of treasure! Coins sat in a pile higher than anything he’d seen before. Enough money that they could probably rest in the village for years without effort. Jackpot! The Charmeleon rushed forward with stars in his eyes, and began stuffing as many coins into the satchel as he could manage. Both arms picked up coins by the handful.

SPLAT

Something wet and goopy fell to the ground from the stalactite covered ceiling. Mitch stopped scooping briefly as his head jerked up, listening carefully. He slowly turned around and saw… nothing. With a shrug he went back to work, unaware that a huge mass of purple slime was sliding along the wall. Following close behind was a huge, mass outbreak of Dittos crawling over the walls, floor, and ceiling. An Alpha Ditto arrived and brought with it an overwhelming number of slimes.

The Charmeleon couldn’t hear movement over the sound of coins clinking against each other, to fill the entire satchel to the brim. Mitch tried to lift the satchel only to find it was a little too heavy to lift. He could instead drag it across the ground with both hands-

He stepped backward into something sticky and yelped. It was slightly cold to the touch, and tingled across his right foot. Mitch tried to pull his foot free, struggling to move that leg. It came free with a wet squelch. That was enough to get Mitch to look around at his surroundings. The Ditto on the ground reformed slowly, the spot where Mitch’s paw made an imprint slowly turned into the smiling face of a purple Transform Pokemon.

“GWAH!” he cried, firing a Flamethrower attack reflexively at the Ditto.

Before the fire type leader had a chance to yell for help, a pair of Dittos had captured his paws to hold them down. And multiple slimes were crawling from the ground, up his legs, and onto his chest. Mitch wasn’t going to be strong enough to stay standing with that much weight holding him down. His arms pinwheeled in the air, trying to maintain balance. Unfortunately, even the pinwheeling stopped when Dittos extended long, slimy tentacles from the ceiling to wrap around the Charmeleon’s wrists. Once that was done the most he could manage was a squirming struggle to get free. The Dittos collaborated to slowly raise Mitch into the air until he was dangling from the ceiling.

“TYSON! ELM! I NEED SOME HEL-”

The Alpha Ditto took advantage of Mitch’s mouth being open to force a tentacle inside, slowly riding the main body up a tower of other Dittos until it was closer to the Charmeleon’s face. The blank smile and glowing red eyes reflected a devious intent that Mitch instantly recognized and worried him.

Purple, gooey tentacles slithered along Mitch’s body like long, wet tongues. It could have been ticklish, but that was hard to tell with certainty beneath the warm, numbing sensation that crawled over his fur. He tried to squirm, to escape, to do anything. But moving only pulled his limbs apart from each other. The Dittos collaborated to make sure he would get further stuck the more he resisted. One curled around his dick and ended at the end of his cock. It enveloped Mitch’s dick and began pumping; the sensation felt very similar to humping inside a warm hole.

There wasn’t a good way to get free, and the sensations stacking on top of each other led Mitch to give in to his fate. His arms, legs, and jaw went slack. A slight swirling emote appeared in his eyes as being trapped turned from panic into pleasure. Tentacles pumped into each orifice, mouth and butt and dick, until he was milked for the first time. Waves of pleasure flooded his mind as he shot a load of cum into the purple, gooey Pokemon covering his dick. All limbs tightening as he shuddered all over from the afterglow of his cum. But the Dittos were not going to be satisfied with a single climax.

Mitch gave himself into the sensations. There wasn’t a way to escape and the fog that covered his thoughts made it that much easier to give in and enjoy.

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Several hours later, Tyson realized that something was amiss. They’d waited for a long time at the stairway down. Not only was Tyson running out of things to do to keep Elm distracted, but he knew that Mitch didn’t waste time during missions. The floor couldn’t possibly be so large that the fire type would be gone this long.

“Elm, we should get going,” Tyson said, rising to his feet and brushing dirt away.

“Okay! But where are we going? To find Mitch?” the Electrike asked, scratching at his neck with a backpaw.

“Yeah,” Tyson replied, stretching his arms to the ceiling. “Stay close, something’s wrong.”

They retraced their steps, easy enough now that the whole floor was cleared. The further into the floor they traveled, the more nervous Tyson became. There was some strange noise echoing through the caves, a wet slorping like the sound of jello falling to the ground or slapping a Snorlax’s belly. He prepared for the worst, expecting that there was some strange battle happening with an enemy in the final room.

“Miiitch, where are you? Did you get lost?” the Croconaw yelled. He was about to yell a second time when they rounded a corner to look at the final room of their exploration floor. Elm and Tyson stopped in their tracks upon seeing the treasure, and immediately turned their attention to the slurping noises of Dittos teasing a Charmeleon with many, many tentacles.

Tyson watched the scene unfolding in front of him, then looked at Elm, sizing up their capabilities. Shaking his head the Croconaw decided this wasn’t going to work. A few Dittos might be okay for two explorers to handle on their own. But one of those Dittos was an Alpha, and there was a countless number of them all combined in a huge mass. The better idea would be to leave and return with help.

“Uh, hang on Mitch, we can’t handle this just on our own. We’ll be back with a bigger party of adventurers!” There would be other exploration teams and rescue teams to recruit with the guild’s help. This many Ditto needed much higher level help. Elm looked ready to jump directly into the fray though, so much that Tyson had to catch the canine’s tail in both hands to stop him rushing forward. Elm kept barking as Tyson dragged him away.

The haze that covered the Charmeleon’s consciousness dispelled briefly when he saw Tyson and Elm. His squirming kicked in briefly again to no avail. Mitch watched helplessly as his partners walked back through the cave’s entrance. His mind was once again too overwhelmed by the pleasure of Ditto tentacles surrounding his limbs to yell for help, and even if he wasn’t his mouth was still filled. The final yell turned into a soundless moan. He was unable to warn Elm and Tyson of the oncoming group of purple, goopy, transformation Pokemon that snuck up behind them.

“ACK-” Tyson cried as he was piled upon from multiple angles by Dittos.

Elm tried to rush away but his leg was grabbed by a tentacle wrapping around his back foot. He started barking at the Ditto to try getting free. He couldn’t reach the tentacles with Thunder Fang. Moments later even barking wasn’t an option when more Dittos approached slowly from the front to cover his mouth.

Team Burst’s water type and electric type Pokemon were slowly dragged back into the room, combined with the mass of Dittos tying down Mitch. The hours turned from day into night, and Mitch passed out slowly to the darkening sky and afterglow of his orgasms. Time didn’t have much meaning anymore, only the pleasure that made him unable to think, only writhing on the ground with the unrelenting attention of Dittos. Other teams were bound to come exploring or rescuing in Rusty Mountain eventually. But how long would it be? And would they have enough strength to rescue Team Burst?

At least the time spent in the mountain would be entertaining. Exhausting, but very entertaining.