[center]______________________________________________________________
This story is implemented with a Skip feature. Use CTRL + f and search for %%%% to immediately skip to the beginning of any sexual content within the story.
_______________________________________________________________[/center]


After cleaning up the mess Grovyle and Tirtouga had made, Jake and his team was back on the road out of town. While the comforts of their hotel had been a pleasant stay for the past couple days, Jake was even more eager to get back on the route to the next town. Heading north in town, Jake and Grovyle navigated the winding streets until they came up to a checkpoint, which they passed through without issue.


Just like in Jubilife, exiting the checkpoint was like a breath of fresh air compared to the city’s atmosphere. The wilderness beyond the city was wild and untamed, the rigid hills and mountain sides forming into a valley that the dirt road followed straight into. A couple pokemon flew overhead, squabbling loudly in their own language.


“Grov” Grovyle commented, shielding his eyes from the sun to watch the birds fly into the thin trees that crested one of the tall hills. Pichu was out of her ball, sitting atop Grovyle’s backpack with her hands on top of his head. Cyndaquil was also awake, walking beside Grovyle and Jake merrily.


Even in their small band marching down the route, two people hadn’t even noticed them as they passed through the city’s checkpoint. Jerome and Emily had been sitting camped out near the checkpoint exit since the night beforehand. The boy had eluded them yesterday, and if he had caught wind of who they worked for, they weren’t gonna let him sneak out of town in the dead of night.


Given their extra vigilance and caution, the two grunts were about as watchful as their pokemon were right now, who were sound asleep on the rooftop they had made camp at.


“J-Jerome…” Emily muttered, her hair covering her entire face as it rested on the cold cement rim of the building. Jerome hardly fared any better, his head kept up only by his two arms, occasionally slipping far enough that it nearly bashed against the buildings lip.


“Just a little longer… we’ll catch him… for… sure…” He replied, barely finishing his sentence as sleep took hold. Emily didn’t hear what he had to say, softly snoring alongside her partner. Had they stayed awake for a few moments longer, they might have caught a glimpse of Jake and his party walking through the red and white checkpoint, and out between their fingers once again.


Jake, none the wiser, simply enjoyed his party’s company as they passed into the rocky valley ahead. A couple trainers greeted him as they passed, some mentioning that they had heard about him from their friends that made him a tad embarrassed. Seems word was getting around.


Actually, Jake remembered he had yet to contact his mother in a while. He’d have to remember to do that once he was in another town, hoping he hadn’t kept her worried. Amidst his own thoughts, Jake walked into a trainer who was standing still, nearly knocking them over as his focus returned.


“Sorry about that!” He quickly apologized, offering a hand to help the trainer up. The trainer looked like she had dressed for winter, Her black hair hung low over her shoulders with a white beanie with pokeball insignia stretched across in a light pink. Hugging tight against her, a long-sleeved coat that ended in a skirt with large pink buttons covered her from the neck to halfway down her thighs, with a scarf loosely draped around neck. Her pink boots set the whole outfit as one, her knee-length socks dusty with dirt from her fall. Finally, strapped over her shoulder was a clean white bag had somehow avoided getting dirty in the fall.


“It’s fine, really.” She said in a slightly annoyed tone, dusting off the back of her skirt and bag. A flash of red sprung free from her sleeve, the same red when a pokemon was being released. From the light, the form of a penguin-like pokemon took shape.


“Piplup!” It shouted as soon as the red glow around it faded away, its two wide blue eyes flashing angrily at Jake, one of its flippers pointed at him menacingly. Had it not been under three feet tall and rather adorable looking, ake might have taken the supposed threat a bit better. Instead, he had to muster enough strength to not smile at the pokemon, its eyes squinting as the ends of his lips struggled to not angle upwards.


“Hey Piplup, it’s ok.” The trainer said, patting the short pokemon on the head. Any hint of anger evaporated as the trainer’s hand touched Piplup’s head, what Jake assumed to be a smile crossing its beak as it hugged the trainer’s arm. “He gets pretty worked up at just about anything, but he didn’t mean any harm.” She answered before Jake could ask. “My name’s Dawn, what’s yours?” Dawn asked, extending her open hand to shake his.


“Jake” He replied, shaking her hand. His name made her gasp aloud, her hand retreating into her sleeve where Piplup had popped free from.


“THE Jake? The one who trounced, like, seven trainers near Oreburgh Gate? That was you?” She asked, a ecstatic smile flashing across her face. Jake was taken aback at how quickly she had recalled a couple fights he had before reaching Oreburgh. Surely they hadn’t been THAT impressive, right?


“Er… yea, I guess so. Why?” He replied, glancing at Grovyle with a hint of confusion. Grovyle shrugged, noticing Piplup was eyeing everyone but Jake more intently than ever.


“Can we battle? I want to know if those rumors are true.” Dawn continued, her hand coming back with two small pokeballs nested between her fingers.


“Sure.. I guess.” Jake said, pulling out Tirtouga’s pokeball. Even inside it, the ball still felt warm to the touch. He motioned towards the rest of his team, pointing towards an open area away from the road. Once Dawn and him had walked far enough from each other, their pokemon stepped forward. Cyndaquil stepped in front of Jake, leaving Pichu and Grovyle to do the opposite.


Dawn’s Piplup also took position in front of their trainer, the fiery look in its dark blue eyes back in full force. The two trainers issued their commands, and the battle began in earnest. Cyndaquil dove forward, curling into a ball as the flames on her back went into overdrive, curling around her as she wheeled towards the Piplup.


Piplup response was to spray a jet of water straight into the air, soaking himself and the ground around him. Before Cyndaquil had even reached the soaked dirt, Jake issued another command. Cyndaquil’s roll scorched the grass behind her as she curled away from the Piplup, who had begun directing the stream of water towards the aflame pokemon to douse her attack.


Just like in the gym back in Oreburgh, Cyndaquil ramped up a nearby tree, the flames on her body dimming as she began spraying embers throughout the battlefield. Piplup dove to the ground, a hail of wild, fiery bullets scorching the wet ground black as the fire-type flew closer towards him.


Dawn and Jake had to avoid a few of the stray shots that made their way towards them, but the attack had set Cyndaquil up perfectly, who was now directly overtop the prone pokemon. Piplup twisted around, his cheeks puffed out like balloons. Opening his beak, Piplup shot a Bubble Beam right into the belly of Cyndaquil, the clear balls exploding like bombs against her as they shot the fire-type skyward.


Cyndaquil spun wildly, the sky and ground becoming a blur of blue, green, and brown as she tumbled end-over-end. She could hear Jake’s voice, but he was either too far away or the attack had hit her harder than she was ready for. Piplup bunched their legs beneath them, springing upward to chase after their disorientated opponent, its flippers aglow with white light.


Her world still spinning, Cyndaquil tried to slow herself down, only to feel an iron flipper crash into her gut, sending her hurtling back down to the ground. The spinning had stopped, but Cyndaquil was breathless as she saw Piplup above her, getting smaller and smaller until she landed back to the ground, splinters of mud and dirt flecking up like confetti.


The impact darkened her vision, she had to get up. Now. The bird hit hard, but Cyndaquil could still beat it. Cyndaquil flipped off her back and jumped free from the crater she had formed, the blue blur of Piplup’s bubble Beam nearly trimming some hair from her side.


Jake shouted for her to stop, but the ringing in her ears made it seem distant, almost a whisper at best. No, that was a lie, she just didn’t want to stop. Her chest hurt bad, an ache that burned hotter than she could handle. But that wouldn’t stop her today.


Piplup appeared from the hole in the ground, his beak wide to shoot more bubbles in the fire-types direction. The water-type’s target had begun to glow with light, her body engulfed in a white glow like his flippers had been when he had hit her. What was she planning? Her trainer was clearly trying to get her to stop, but she was refusing his commands.




It didn’t matter to Piplup, who unleashed another blast of clear bubbles towards the defiant pokemon. This attack was sure to bring her down for good. The beam speared its way through the air, screaming towards the shining fire-type.


It never hit. An explosion of fire detonated where Cyndaquil was, a pillar of fire obliterating the Bubble Beam in a flash. Piplup’s eyes shot wide as it narrowly avoided the behemoth inferno that tore towards it. The water-type’s skin felt as if it had been branded with a red-hot poker, the skin a clear shade darker than before.


Another streak of flames shot towards Piplup, this one incinerating the ground as it bounded towards it like it was alive. The ball of flames followed the fiery attack, as if the flames had been yanked towards the attack. The flames were dwindling, and soon the flaming pillar that was closing the distance towards Piplup was nothing more than two streaks of fire that followed its master.


Shocked, Piplup didn’t even realise his opponent was bounding towards him until she collided with him, sending him spinning along the ground. Cyndaquil stood up, the flames along her head and rear larger than ever before. Actually, her whole body felt.. New. She had gained newfound height, and her forepaws seemed and felt longer than she remembered.


Dawn and Jake were in amazement as Quilava examined her new, and much bigger, body curiously. Piplup had recovered from the tackle, his beak panting for breath as he stood up. Their trainers recovered from the surprise long enough to issue another set of commands to their pokemon


When the battle was finally over, both pokemon were scratched, burned, and soaking wet from one another’s attacks. Shivering once, Piplup finally fell to the ground in defeat. The fight had left the ground torn and ruined, deep trenches of grass completely vaporized or burnt beyond recognition.


Breathing a sigh of relief, Quilava limped back over to Jake, who was already fishing out a couple healing potions for her to fix her up. Dawn returned Piplup for the time being, nodding at the destruction around her. Flicking one of the pokeballs she still held in her hand, Dawn brought forth another pokemon to clean up the mess they had made with the duel.


From the red light that sprung free from the pokeball, Dawn’s longtime friend made her appearance. Planting her four trunk-thick legs onto the ruined grass, Grotle blinked a couple times. What in the world had Piplup been doing out here?


Whenever Dawn challenged a trainer, it was always Piplup who was the culprit for ruining the beauty of the area’s he fought in. And it was always Grotle who undid the messes he made. Planting her feet into the soil, Grotle closed her eyes for a brief moment, feeling the ruined soil around her. She had her work cut out for her today.


Just as Jake was finished spraying the last contents of the second potion on Quilava’s wounds, the ground around them seemed to sink an inch, the dirt quivering slightly as it sagged down. Glancing up, Jake got a good glimpse of literal waves of dirt crawling overtop the battlefield, filling in the craters and replenishing the disintegrated grass until it looked as good as when their battle had started.


His PokeDex was alight with activity, registering both Piplup and Grotle even when it rested in his jacket pocket. Once the tidal wave of soil had settled back into the ground, Grotle turned to squint at Dawn, who batted her eyes sheepishly as an apology. The grass-type rolled her eyes as Dawn returned her to her pokeball.


“The rumors are a tad bit exaggerated, but your still really good, Jake.” Dawn said as she walked over to Jake. Quilava was crawling overtop him, trying to get back in his hood as best she could. Jake tried to keep her from falling out as she finally managed to get her much-larger rear into her favorite seat, but the weight of her made an audible straining sound on his hoodie.


He couldn’t understand what exactly what Quilava was shouting over and over again, but given Grovyle’s reaction, which was a clawed hand rubbing his snout in annoyance, Jake pieced together that she was probably trying to convince him she could still fit. Defeated, Quilava crossed her paws as she sat on the ground, with Pichu walking over to try to comfort her.


“Thank you Dawn. Your pretty skilled yourself.” He replied, shaking her hand once more. Honestly, he hadn’t had a fight last so long, and he had gotten to his wits end on how to defeat her Piplup. Had Quilava not evolved, he would have definitely lost.


“That said, I’d like to travel with you Jake. It’s always better to travel with a friend, right?” Dawn said perkily. He had felt somewhat lonesome without someone to ACTUALLY have a conversation with.


“Sure I guess. I don’t mind.” He answered. Who knows, maybe he could learn a thing or two from Dawn.


Quilava stood back up, along with Pichu and Grovyle. Pichu took up her spot atop Grovyle’s pack, and with the inclusion of Dawn, they set out back onto the route further into the wilderness


As the sun dipped into the horizon, Jake’s growing party camped out beside one of the many steep cliffs that loomed above. Jake and Dawn had earned a few pokedollars after a couple battles against a few trainers that offered to battle. Watching her battle gave Jake a few tips on how to better his fighting strategy, giving him something to occupy his mind while Grovyle and Quilava tried setting up their tent.
Of Dawn’s pokemon, her Piplup seemed to be the strongest of the bunch, her third pokemon, a Clefairy, held just as well during the later battles when Piplup was too exhausted to fight. Grotle was leading Pichu somewhere in the forest to collect water, which his PokeDex said was one of her talents.


Once all the tents were up, Jake started a fire to cook up a bag of foraged berries and vegetables Grotle and Pichu returned with. Tirtouga was sitting close to the campfire, chomping on one of the berries Grotle offered to him. He hadn’t gotten a chance to prove his skill to Jake yet, but he was bound to eventually.


Once dinner had been concluded, Grotle, Clefairy, Tirtouga, and Pichu returned to their pokeballs for the night. Piplup and Dawn retreated to their own tent, and Jake alongside Quilava and Grovyle did the same.


Jake rolled out his sleeping bag and took off his jacket. Quilava was cleaning one of her paws, licking at the cream fur until it was shiny. It felt like forever since Jake had camped out in his tent, the chilly air tugging the plastic roof ever so slightly. With the fire-type out of her pokeball, the air inside felt soothingly warmth.


He wondered if Dawn’s was cold, given she didn’t have a fire pokemon to keep warm with. Jake peeked out of his tent, looking towards hers. His ear picked up some noises coming from her tent, squishes and gasps that… Oh. Ducking his head back in, any thoughts he had stopped where they were going. At least she wouldn’t have trouble keeping warm...


Even when he was exhausted and tired, Piplup always found enough energy to keep his trainer “company” in the night. Being as short as he was, waddling behind her whenever they travelled was always the hardest and best part of his day. Her skirt hung pretty low, but for him, each step gave him a snapshot of her round butt, her pearly white panties tantalizingly close.


And she knew this.


%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%


Despite having new company not even three feet away, Dawn couldn’t help but bend over for her pokemon, feeling his lengthy pokemon dick stretching her so wonderfully. She clung to the tent floor, her hands balled into fists as Piplup pounded into her without care.


Her cunt buzzed with need, ever touch of his smooth cock sending static up and down her body in wild successions. She bit her lower lip as Piplup grabbed her butt with his flippers, a task far tougher than she knew, and hammered into her with all his strength.


Her depths coiled around his rod, milking him with each thrust. Even for his size, Dawn’s pussy felt tight as ever, washing him in her warm tunnel. Pumping his hips, Piplup ground the base of his groin against Dawn’s lips, hilting himself within her again and again.


By Archeus she was fantastic. Piplup couldn’t hold out against Dawn, even after months of sex. Bottoming himself out inside her, Piplup gave a long, drawn out “Pip” as his penis began shooting his cum deep into her snatch. His hips still thrusted weakly with each drop of seed that coated her innards. With his climax throwing its sticky white ordinance into Dawn, the pokemon’s energy seemed to go with it, given how he limply leaned on her round rear.


“Aw, all tuckered out, huh?” Dawn stammered, the pokemon slowly slipping off her onto his back, bringing his cock free with a spray of cum. She hoped Jake hadn’t heard their little quickie, realising she might have been pretty loud.


Pulling Piplup against her beast, Dawn draped her blanket over herself, cuddling the smaller pokemon like a teddy bear. Hopefully she could get enough privacy tomorrow to clean up the mess in her tent, and on herself.


In the other tent, Jake was having a rather hard time getting to sleep. The moans coming from Dawn were unmistakable, even when he tried to block them out of his mind. Grovyle and Quilava were in the same boat as him, the former’s slit gently pulling apart with the very tip of his erection poking free.


“Yea, we’re not getting any sleep like this.” Jake spoke up, undoing his shorts and pulling them down. Quilava and Grovyle nodded knowingly, their arousal blatantly clear. Quilava’s muff was alight with a fire deep within her. Licking her lips, the fire-type walsted over to Jake and hopped onto his lap. She nosed her way past his boxers, giving his growing member a lick that made it jump.


Pulling his boxers down, Jake let Quilava lavish his cock with her tongue, soft moans giving her unintended advice on just where to focus her attention. Feeling somewhat left out, Grovyle reached down to stroke his malehood to full mast, pumping his scaly hands over its length with delight.


Quilava’s mouth blew waves of hot breath over Jake’s groin, leaving no part of him untouched by her warmth. To emphasize her heat, Quilava slid her tongue over Jake’s tip, giving him a moment's time to relish the feeling before slipping it past her lips and into her mouth. That motion brought a new sound from Jake’s mouth: a soft, barely audible coo.


That one sound drove Quilava to engulf him entirely, Her tongue stroking against his balls. Grovyle, still watching the scene, brought a claw to his chin, the other still stroking his length without stopping. An idea began forming in his head, although he’d have to wait a bit before the important part of it could try and answer. Until then, Grovyle continued stroking himself and watching the show before him.


Jake groaned and moaned with each push and pull of his dick in Quilava’s mouth. Her tongue caressed his shaft as she pulled most of his dick from her slick depths, lapping at the precum that dripped past her lips. His taste was all she needed to release him from the confines of her cavity, for now.


Grovyle spoke up at that moment, Quilava’s ear perking up at whatever it was he said. The sign of their plan was clear to Jake when she stood back up from her sitting position and crawled forward until his dick bobbed against her rear. Grovyle had also gotten up, his dick bobbing with each step as he loomed over Quilava.


Cyndaquil dropped her weight onto Jake’s pole without warning, her folds parting for his head as it slipped into the slick depths of her cunt. Whether it was her new body or her heat, Quilava’s walls quivered wherever Jake touched her, legs trembling from just one motion into her. Grovyle crouched down low enough that his dick leveled with the fire-type’s awaiting rear, his eyes gazing longingly at the puckered star just above her already packed pussy.


Gently as he could, Grovyle prodded his cock between her rear, the tip slowly parting her ring to make way for the rest of his shaft. Quilava squealed aloud as her back door was taken by the grass-type, a wonderful feeling of fullness radiating through her rear and sopping vag.


Then the thrusts began. First from Jake, who grabbed Quilava’s sides to keep her still before thrusting his shaft deep into her canal. The feel of her warm, strong walls squeezing against him was blissful, his balls already eager to deliver her prize at a moment’s notice.


Grovyle was enjoying himself all the more, keeping a close eye on the pokemon’s reaction as he joined in Jake’s thrusting. He could feel his trainer’s rod inside her, although it was overtaken by her anal walls gripping his cock tightly, drawing him further within her.


The two began slow, gently pulling and pushing against the fire-type in unison, whose fire had slowed enough to not burn Grovyle. The air in the tent had risen several degrees, but none of its occupants paid it any mind as they shared their moans of lust and pleasure to one another. Picking up the pace a bit, Grovyle and Jake humped into Quilava’s quaking insides with little restrained strength, the slapping of flesh unfiltered or muffled for them to hear.


The fire-type gave a cry, her walls convulsing with a spray of her fluids onto the plastic floor. Each thrust brought a new wave of ecstasy through all of their bodies, fueling the lustful air as the two males neared their own ends.


When they came, Quilava squealed with delight as their cocks hilted into her depths, their creamy loads filling out wherever the pillars of meat couldn’t quite reach. Grovyle and Jake thrummed with their own orgasms, cocks expending every last drop they had into the lusty fire-type. As their orgasms finally winded down, Grovyle slowly pulled his cock free from Quilava’s ass, his cock still dribbling a thin line of cum. Jake did the same, a shiver running up his body when his dick receded from the pokemon’s cleft.


Grovyle lied down beside Jake, his arm draping over his trainer’s chest as he fell into a slumber, feeling rather tired all of the sudden. Quilava was well ahead of him, already completely in the droves of sleep even as she leaked the two males fluids from her holes. Jake gave a quiet thanks to whatever god or gods gave him such fantastic pokemon, curling his arm around the grass-type as he joined the two in a soft snore.


END OF CHAPTER 6