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Not long after returning to the hotel for a quick rest and eating, Jake and everyone were ready to head back out. Having taken another look at his map, Jake was determined to see just what the disappearing X’s on the map were all about. Taking his belongings and the hiking stick Grovyle had crafted for him, Jake set out for the edges of Oreburgh city.
 
The outskirts were far less crowded than near the hotel, a welcome change after Jake and Grovyle had to rub shoulders with a couple people just to get around in the busy shopping district. Most of the area were mostly apartments and factories, a few parks and gardens tidying up the drab-looking city. Everything past the buildings and roads were sparsely forested valleys cut into the mountain.
 
Jake was walking along the edges of the city for an hour without so much as a single hint as to where those X’s lead, and took a stop by a park bench to check the map again. Sure enough, the X’s continued to fade in and out of existence just past the reaches of the city. Jake rubbed his forehead annoyedly, folding the map up once more.
 
“Whatever’s over here better be worth all this” He said, standing back up to continue searching. As luck would have it, Grovyle managed to find something of interest not far from where they had sat. Although barely noticeable, he found out a small divide in the trees, and on further exploration, found what looked to be a old paved route.
 
The pavement was cracked and overgrown, but it had been the only find he or Jake had found for over an hour.
 
“Great work Grovyle, let’s hope this is it” He said, patting his pokémon on the head, who chirped at the compliment. Following the long unused road, Jake and Grovyle found themselves walking up the mountainside, an almost unnoticeable road etched into the valley taking them up further along. Jake thanked Grovyle again and again for the hiking stick, leaning on it most of the way up.
 
At the top, a small area was carved into the mountainside, rusted carts sitting beside the road filled with old tools for… mining? Pickaxes, shovels, chisels, there was a plethora of metal tools lying in each cart, some occupied by giant square slabs of rock. A little further in and the area turned into a quarry, far smaller than the one at Oreburgh.
 
It looked more like a dig site than a quarry, given the carefully uncovered stair-like stone leading down. The site was more of a semi-circle of stone, ending in a cracked stone wall partially unburied in the mountainside. Jake let Pichu out to help look around, setting Cyndaquil down to do the same.
 
“Alright guys, be careful and look around for… well anything really” he said, testing the edges of one of the steps with his foot. Sure enough, the rock cracked and gave away, cementing his words of caution in everyone’s head.
 
Jumping down two of the large steps, Jake found more of the abandoned equipment like before. This place was an archeological wonderland for historians, yet it was completely forgotten. The place was certainly unsettling. Grovyle jumped past him, reaching the bottom in just a few long jumps.
 
Cyndaquil sat looking at the worn etching on one of the steps, head tilted as she tried to make sense of the ruined symbols. Pichu had a rusty chisel in her paws, the tool taller than her entire body without counting her tall ears.
 
Grovyle was more interested in the tall stone wall before him, the writing on it far less worn away from the elements. He could feel something… almost if….
 
“Gro!” Jake heard, turning to look at the grass-type. Instead, there was nothing but the stone wall. Fright filled Jake's mind as he scrambled down the steps, Pichu and Cyndaquil close behind. Grovyle was nowhere to be seen, with not even a single trace of where he had gone.
 
“Grovyle!” Jake shouted, looking around frantically for him. An answer came as a green claw appeared from the stone wall and grabbed Jake by the collar, yanking him forward.  Jake flinched as he stumbled towards the stone, cringing as his face collide with the wall.
 
Instead of smashing into the stone, Jake stumbled through the wall like it hadn’t even existed. The clawed hand on the other side was none other than Grovyle, who kept his trainer from falling on his face by the tight grip on his shirt. Having watched their trainer disappear into the stone, Pichu and Cyndaquil were beyond confused.
 
Grovyle poked his head out while Jake tried to make sense of what just happened. Hesitantly, the two pokémon took a step towards the wall, the same fear Jake had dominating them as they stepped through to the other side.
 
From this side, Jake could see straight out to the dig sight as if there wasn’t even a wall there. With Cyndaquil past the illusionary stone, her flames lit up the passage they were in, roughly hewn stone stretching into the black behind them. Jake hugged Grovyle tightly with relief.
 
“Don’t do that again, please.” He said, uncurling his arms around Grovyle. Jake took a look behind him at the dark tunnel, then down to Cyndaquil. “Alright, we came to explore, let's explore. Cyndaquil, can you take the lead as our light?” He asked, ushering the fire-type ahead of them. She smiled, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment to ignite her flames fully. Taking the lead, Cyndaquil ambled through the stone passage, Jake and the other's following a small distance away. Jake opened his Pokedex, scrolling through the menus until he found the flashlight app, a dim white light clicking immediately after.
 
The trek through the tunnel was short lived, emptying out into a cathedral-like cavern that, with a quick glance with his Pokedex, Jake could just make out the ceiling high above them. Cyndaquil called for their attention, her snout pointing towards a wall not far from their exit. Lighting the wall with his flashlight, Jake lit up a massive carving spanning most of the wall’s surface.
 
Pokémon, thousands and thousands of pokémon were cut into the stone, each with almost lifelike detail that Jake was afraid one of them might just jump out at them. None of them did, but each of the pokémon seemed to be look to the right, their stone eyes looking at something with their eternal attention.
 
Walking further down, the mass of pokémon cleared out, their gaze lifted higher towards another mass of pokémon, much smaller and spread out. Each one was more bizarre than the last, some with gargantuan wings or rings circling around their necks and bodies. Some of the pokémon Jake recognized. Entei, Ho-oh, and Moltres were clear as day to him. The mass of pokémon hovering above the rest were the fabled legendary pokémon.
 
Jake flipped through his Pokedex other apps until he got to the picture mode, taking several snaps of each part of the mural. After a bit of searching, Jake even found a Grovyle and Cyndaquil in the etchings, although they were just two of a sea of thousands of pokémon he didn’t even know existed. Excited to continue exploring, Cyndaquil jogged over to the other end of the room, another tunnel leading further in.
 
Walking in, the next area they came across was a crossroad in the paths. The path to the left was caved in with large boulders stacking up to the ceiling, barring any path in that direction. But the ways ahead and to the right looked perfectly intact, given the lack of cracks along the ceilings.
 
Still, the cave in was concerning for Jake. For the sake of his team’s safety, he’d have to cut their adventure short. Before he could, Cyndaquil was already marching forward, nearly leaving them behind.
 
“Slow down Cyndaquil, we probably shouldn’t stick around here too long” He whispered loud enough for her to hear. Cyndaquil replied with a short “Cyn”, but kept walking. Even with the fire-type serving as a bright torch to light their way, dust clung to the air almost like a fog.
 
Once again, the tunnel ended in a room, this one more rounded like a cave than the behemoth one from before. From the light off Cyndaquil, Jake could see a few more tools collecting dust on the ground, a pasty white tent propped up near the entrance. Cords crisscrossed along the ground, some chewed and ruined.  A floodlight sat knocked over beside an old generator in the center of the room. A Zubat gave a loud screech as it flew over Jake’s head, flying out into the darkness behind them.
 
The first thing Jake did was walk up to the floodlight and stand it back up, hoping that, if he could get the generator running, they could have some proper lighting. Thankfully one of the bulbs wasn’t broken, giving Jake enough hope to try the generator.
 
He didn’t know much of anything mechanical, but given the dusty red handle, he could guess that with a quick pull it would start up. Doing just that, Jake yanked on the cord twice, whatever mechanisms within stirring to life with an unpleasant clang. The thrum of the generator slowly coming to life was extremely loud, the banging of something inside adding another worry for Jake to store in his head.
 
It did eventually start, made clear as the floodlight flickered once, twice, then finally clicked on with a massive white light pouring from it’s one lengthy bulb. After being blinded by the newfound light for a good minute, Jake heard something flicker to life over by the tent.
 
Grovyle and Pichu were inside, having entered from a tear in the side. Decrepit cots, desks, and science equipment was littered throughout the inside of the tent, like a tornado had grabbed everything inside and unceremoniously dumped it all in a different spot.
 
In the corner of the room, which wasn’t entirely ruined, a small healing station-like machine was beeping away, a green light flickering on and off on the front. Walking up to it, Jake saw an array of rocks laid out over a onyx black platform embedded in the machine’s center.
 
Grovyle peered at the many rocks sat on the machine, scooping one of the smaller stones to ogle. Jake grabbed one of the larger ones, careful to not break it in his hand. The stone was round, with a few large recessions embedded into the shell-like rock. And it….
 
“Ow!” Jake yelled, carefully setting it back down on the machine. For whatever reason, the stone had begun to feel red-hot after he had picked it up. Jake could already feel his hands begin to blister from the heat, and motioned for Grovyle to turn around so he could grab the med kit in his pack.
 
After applying some burn cream to his hands, Jake made sure to poke every rock a few times before picking them up. None of the other rocks turned into burning stone of evil, which Jake was beginning to refer to the one as. Most of the rocks were mostly pebbles, aside from the evil stone and a large slab of stone.
 
From what he could gleam, they were more than likely fossils, given the rather shell-like shape of Mr. evil stone and the somewhat feather-like shape protruding from the slab of rock.
 
The slab of rock, which Jake picked up with his hands covered by the sleeves of his jacket, felt cold to the touch, making Jake quickly set it down on a nearby table before the rock froze him solid. Leaving only the hot shell on the machine, Jake bumped his elbow on the green button he had been trying to avoid, the machine activating with an array of lights that clicked on together.
 
Another source of light came from the fossil on the table as it began to glow white, similar to a pokémon evolving. The machine beeped loudly as something inside began to hum, the white light growing as bright as the sun until, with a small ding, the entire machine seemed to shut off.
 
Shortly after, a tube popped out from the side of the machine, the bouncing of something plastic causing it to rattle and shake until a worn pokéball plopped out, landing in a metal slot that Jake hadn’t noticed until now.
 
“Uh” Jake said aloud, waiting for the machine to start up again. After a minute of dead silence Jake mustered the courage to grab the pokéball on the machine, pulling his hand back in case the machine decided to have another fit. Cyndaquil barged into the tent, flames alight as she surveyed the tent for the danger, and thankfully finding none.
 
Grovyle waved her towards Jake, who was examining the pokéball. It was just an ordinary pokéball, but anything that came from the machine that made the stone of evil disappear was under intense scrutiny from the trainer.
 
Screw it. Jake pressed his thumb over the button on the pokéball, tossing it up into the air as the red light shot down towards the ground…




Suddenly, a bright red light encompassed the world. Where had it come from? More importantly, who was he? The pokémon had so many questions as the red light faded into an array of colors that slowly sharpened. He felt... off, like Arceus itself had scrambled every fiber of his being into knots for a Absol to paw at.
 
As the world came into view, memories filled his head. He was Tirtouga, and a pokémon. The latter term didn’t make sense to him, but it felt right. More importantly, he wasn’t alone. Towering over him, four creatures were peering at him. An instinct overcame him, and Tirtouga tucked his head and fins into his shell as best he could, feeling an intense warmth nestled in the center of his being...
 
Jake looked down at the pokémon who had hid into its shell with intense curiosity.  The shell that had scalded his hands had returned, but it was not a dusty brown like before, but rather a similar black to the pedestal on the machine it had come from. Its four fins sat besides its head inside its shell, the skin a smoky grey and orange. His Pokedex made a chime, the flashlight turning off as the pokémon’s name, image, and description came on screen.
 
“Tirtouga, the Prototurtle Pokémon. Tirtouga can dive underwater to half-mile depths, and can also attack onshore.” It said, displaying a turtle like the one in front of them. But clearly it was mistaken, as the pokémon on screen had more of a dark blue shell and blue skin. And given the fact that the recessions in the shell seemed to glow with cracks of orange and yellow, the description of being a half water type was even more wrong.
 
“Um... Hi there... Tirtouga, nice to meet you?” Jake said cautiously, stooping down to look at the two wide eyes hidden within the shell. Instead, Tirtouga hissed at him, its beak opening to reveal neon red and orange flesh.
 
Jake took a step back, if the pokémon was going to fight, he could bring down the cavern they were in. “Grovyle, try talking to him” Jake commanded, hoping that his pokémon could calm it down.
 
“Gro” the grass-type replied, kneeling to meet eye to eye with the frightened pokémon.
 
Tirtouga was terrified, having watched the giant creature stoop down and make weird noises at him. Instinct told him to attack, to defend himself. But there simply was too many of the creatures to fight alone. Where was his pod, his family? If he had just hatched, surely there would have been a mother to defend him.
 
Another of the creatures, his mind told him it was another pokémon, bent down to look at him. “Leave! You will not eat me!” He bellowed, hearing his voice echo around him. The green pokémon scrunched his face in confusion, its beak clicking once as it spoke.
 
“Whoa there, I’m not going to eat you. But you need to calm down.” It said, Tirtouga still hiding within his shell. “Can you remember anything” It pestered. But… Tirtouga tried to remember something, hell anything about himself. There was no cracked egg around him, and he certainly wasn’t a hatchling given the immense size of himself.
 
“I… I can’t” Tirtouga said, huddling as far as he could into his shell. Everything felt hot, far too hot. He couldn’t stay in his shell for long, but he couldn’t leave the confines of his only safety.
 
“Alright, that’s a start. I’m Grovyle, can you tell me your name?” Grovyle asked, taking a seat on the ground. Grovyle motioned towards Jake, making a biting motion with his mouth. Jake took the hint and began rummaging through his pack.
 
“Tirtouga, I think.” He replied, eyeing Jake as he pulled out a shiny plastic bag. Grovyle took the bag from Jake, plucking one of the leftover berries from lunch earlier. Although none of them had noticed just yet, Tirtouga was huffing just to try and stave off the growing heat.
 
“Alright, that’s a start Tirtouga. Are you hungry?” Grovyle asked, showing him the berry between his claws.
 
Jake tried his best to listen in on the conversation, but to no avail. After handing their leftovers to Grovyle, he let the two of them chat while he examined the machine that Tirtouga had been spat out from.
 
The tube and slot the pokéball had come from were back inside the machine, but the green button that he had pressed was no longer flashing. A quick press confirmed that the machine was broken, the machine barely making any noise to affirm he had even tried to start it up again.
 
Jake turned back to look at Tirtouga, who had left the safety of his shell to bite at the round berries laid out in front of him. Grovyle was smiling as he continued to talk with the turtle, now much closer to the fire-type in a cross-legged position.
 
“Grovyle, can you ask him a question for me” Jake asked aloud, leaving the broken machine. The pokémon nodded, rolling the last of the berries into range of the juice-stained beak of Tirtouga. “Can you ask if he wants to come with us?”
 
Grovyle gave another nod, turning to look back at the turtle, who was taking the last bite of the berry. Tirtouga licked at his beak, relishing the sweet flavors of the berries with delight. Without being huddled into his shell, the heat he had felt seemed more manageable and pleasant.
 
“Well, my trainer wants to know… Would you be willing to join us?” Grovyle finally asked. Tirtouga squinted at the pokémon, then Jake and the other's around him. There certainly wasn’t anywhere else to go. He was alone in a world entirely different than his own.
 
“I don’t see many other choices.” Tirtouga remarked, giving a huff of smoke through his beak. Grovyle waved Jake forward, who grabbed the worn pokéball that he had left by the machine. Bending down, Jake levelled the ball in front of Tirtouga.
 
With a flipper, Tirtouga pressed the button, watching the red light shine over him. Once inside, the button on the ball began to flash, as was normal. After a few flashes, the ball gave a small click to signal Tirtouga had accepted.
 
As much as Jake wanted to celebrate his newfound teammate, the pressing concern to leave felt far more important to him. Taking the now empty plastic bag from Grovyle, Jake gently picked up the large fossil he hadn’t gotten the chance to revive and placed it into the bag, mindful of the growing cold on the tips of his fingers.
 
Jake set the bagged fossil into Grovyle’s pack, returning Pichu and picked Cyndaquil up into his jacket. Nothing of else in the tent seemed functional now, Jake and Grovyle swiftly backtracked their way through the ruins with his Pokedex as their only light.
 
The first sign of light outside was a too pleasant for Jake to even realize. Fresh air blew across him and Grovyle as they exited through the illusionary wall, another welcome change they wouldn’t soon forget. On the hike back, Jake asked Grovyle what Tirtouga had said, which he tried to explain as best he could with his hands for the trainer to understand.
 
Back in Oreburgh, Jake stopped by the pokécenter to have Tirtouga’s health checked with the healing station. While he was there, Jake logged into the PC by the door and searched for any information regarding a fire-type Tirtouga.
 
 Surprisingly, there was no articles or information about the unique turtle pokémon, although there was plenty of info on normal Tirtougas and their care. Jake read up on as much as he could about taking care of the pokémon when they weren’t in their pokéball, making a mental list of the items recommended to keep on hand.
 
The Nurse Joy behind the counter called him back, letting him know that his pokémon was perfectly healthy, although their system had come up with an error when it tried to pull up the pokémon’s information.
 
Jake thanked her, taking the worn pokéball from her to head back to their hotel room for one last night. Once they were settled in their room, Jake let Pichu and Tirtouga out of their pokéballs so everyone could talk with their new team member while he went out to pick up the supplies he had read about.
 
After Pichu and Cyndaquil had greeted their new teammate, Grovyle and Tirtouga sat on the opposite bed conversing about random things while the other two returned to playing with one another on their own bed.
 
Ignoring the squealing and laughter coming from the other end of the room, Tirtouga and Grovyle’s conversation shifted towards sex, although they weren’t’ entirely sure how they had gotten to the topic.
 
“Your saying you all have an… intimate relationship with this ‘Jake’?” Tirtouga asked, Grovyle’s blushing all too apparent to the stout pokémon.
 
“W-Well yes, although I think Pichu isn’t quite as… close to him as me and Cyndaquil tend to be.” Grovyle stammered, scratching the back of his neck. He hadn’t talked about it with anyone else, not that there were many people he talked to in general. “Why do you ask?”
 
“Although you say I appeared from a ‘fossil’, I feel as if I haven’t had any bit of release for centuries. And if our trainer intends for me to battle, walking with my phallus dangling between my legs would hinder my fighting capabilities.” Tirtouga replied bluntly, lifting himself up with a fin to reveal his erect member.
 
“Besides, I must admit to a certain fondness for you, although we’ve hardly spoken.” Tirtouga also adopted a faint red blush on his ashy grey skin.
 
“Well, when you put it that way, how could I refuse?” Grovyle said, inching closer to the fire-type. Cyndaquil and Pichu were still laughing together as they chased one another on the bed, the blanket inching further and further off the bed as pillows tumbled of the side. With one sudden jolt both Cyndaquil and Pichu had the blanket pulled from underneath them, pulling the two of them out of Grovyle’s sight off the bed.
 
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Hoping they wouldn’t disturb them further, Tirtouga felt Grovyle’s claws gently grab at the edges of his shell, carefully flipping him onto his back. The fire-types cock was thick and wide, the tip flaring off like a Ponyta. Much like the flesh of the turtle’s mouth, the orangish yellow penis glowed with warmth.
 
Grovyle’s ogling of the turtle’s cock was already beginning to pull the tip of his own phallus from the depths of his slit. Everywhere he touched felt warm, like a stone left in the heat of the sun for a few minutes. A stroke of Tirtouga’s cock confirmed that even it was more heated than usual, growing even warmer as Grovyle slowly pumped his hands along the fiery rod presented before him.
 
Lacking anything other than the four flippers on his sides, Tirtouga wiggled and smacked his flippers against the blanket. His beak was agape with bliss, the touch of Grovyle’s scaly hand rubbing against him far out matching anything the turtle could do by himself. The grass-type hardly let up, squeezing the glowing meat in his claws with tender care as his other hand joined in pumping up his length.
 
An orange ooze came free from Tirtouga’s flared tip, the tiny drip of pre quickly being lathered into Grovyle’s scales as he stroked faster. Heat radiated with each stroke, soaking into Grovyle's hands with every dribble of the golden cream.
 
Keeping a gentle rhythm with his hands, Grovyle stepped overtop Tirtouga, his legs on either side of the fire-type’s head.  With his head so close to Grovyle’s crotch, every breath of Tirtouga’s was filled with the scent of the green pokémon’s member, dangling just above his beak.
 
Grovyle craned his neck down, beak open to receive the first inch of Tirtouga’s length, who jolted in the sudden engulfment of his tip. Like a snake Grovyle’s tongue practically leaped out to slide overtop Tirtouga’s head, trailing over the slowly accumulating precum.
 
Slowly at first, Grovyle sucked down inch after inch of the fire-type’s cock into his gullet, the warm tingling that radiated into him slowly prodding its way into the back of his mouth with his tongue massaging the soft flesh of Tirtouga’s pole.
 
In his excitement Grovyle’s hips began to sway with every push and pull from his neck, his own hardened member tantalizingly waving over Tirtouga’s head, his eyes glued on the swaying meat with newfound allure. Entirely focused on the rod of pulsing meat in his beak, Grovyle nearly jumped when Tirtouga’s own beak opened wide and both halted and engulfed his tool in one fell swoop.
 
In his surprise, Grovyle’s legs unceremoniously dropped him onto Tirtouga’s belly, their dicks jamming into one another’s throats. Whether it was the squeezing of Grovyle’s throat around his head and shaft, the brief yet wonderful handjob prior, or simply how sensitive he had been since coming out of his pokéball, Tirtouga let out a muffled gasp as his cock pumped a streak of his cum out into the deep recesses of the grass-type’s esophagus.
 
Grovyle was hardly prepared for both the sudden intrusion in his throat or the hot and sticky load being dumped into his throat, a sputter escaping his crammed beak. His claws found purchase on the bed, and he wasted no time in lifting himself up enough to clear the spewing cock from his throat. Golden yellow cum dripped down Tirtouga’s spit-laden length, his hidden balls still flinging salty ropes of his load into the pokémon’s mouth like a fountain, warmth pooling into his belly as Grovyle eagerly swallowed the pent-up pokémon’s gift.
 
Tirtouga’s efforts on Grovyle’s cock hadn’t even slowed during his own climax, the protrusion in his throat plain as day, fleshy walls squeezing his length further into the depths of him greedily. He could feel Grovyle’s length pulsing within him like a heart, a constant stream of pre oozing from the pokémon’s length as it neared its own climax.
 
When his beak finally touched at the base of Grovyle’s groin did Tirtouga pull back, the squishy sucking of his throat emanating from him until he was halfway up the pokémon’s length. Grovyle’s moans and groans reverberated through the turtle pokémon’s shaft, one final shot of cum eking its way out of his length.
 
With his climax finished, Tirtouga doubled his efforts to please Grovyle, bobbing his head up and down as quickly as his neck could endure. Mewls of joy emanated from Grovyle with every motion against his dick, cum-slick tongue lolling from his mouth as shivers of pleasure washed over him. All too soon for Grovyle, his climax roared through his loins, a jet of his cum spewing into Tirtouga harder than ever.
 
Tirtouga lapped at Grovyle while his release launched sticky ropes of jizz into his mouth, the taste overwhelming him as the fire-type guzzled down Grovyle’s load.
 
Before either of them could wind down or even speak, the click of the door rang out through the room, Grovyle and Tirtouga frozen as their eyes shot to the open door. Jake, arms laden with two paper bags brimming with supplies, stood in the doorway with a smug look etched across his face.
 
“I’d ask what you've all been up to while I was gone” He said, stepping forward and closing the door behind him with his foot. With a pop Grovyle’s still dripping member slipped free from Tirtouga’s cum stained mouth, spraying a final streak of white cum onto the bed.
 
“But I can take a guess from the smell in here alone. Again, welcome to the team T.”
 
End of Chapter 5