For any aspiring new Pokémon trainer, there was one question on that lips that was as important as it was hard to answer: exactly how far should one go in the pursuit of being the best trainer, geographically? For many, trawling across the great world and its dazzling skylines and biomes is probably the best part, but some would prefer to remain at home, enjoying the comforts of nostalgia.

For Faust, the latter applied to him more than the former. Even at the tender age of 10, when most trainers were starting their careers and exploring the world, Faust never ventured all that far from the reaches of his home town. That is, until today, for he plucked up the courage to finally step out to explore the great wide world-- and his first destination was a barren wilderness known as the Ashen Plains.

Many knew of the Ashem Plains purely by reputation alone: it was a patch of dry, arid desert in the middle of otherwise bright and vibrant greenery, that stretched the entire distance from the city of Metropia all the way to the Golden Coast, a good 40 miles away. What was more unusual about it was the shape-- it was an exact rectangle, down to the most minute detail; even the edges of the plains leading into the lush greenery on either side were clear cut, almost artificial. There was much speculation about how the Ashen Plains came to be: some argued it was down to a mythical battle between legendary Pokémon, whilst others insisted it was an experiment gone wrong. However, no-one knew the real answer, for the Ashen Plains had existed far longer than anyone could remember. 

Regardless of its origins, it was both a dangerous yet exciting place for new trainers who were looking to both hone their survival skills as well as train their Pokémon. Many rock and ground types scoured the plains to survive and atop the craggy rock-like ground were many large rock formations that could be used as cover-- and, of course, there was the odd Pokémon Centre dotted around, and regular patrols to make sure people were safe. The Metropian Government, who watched over the region, spared no effort in making sure the budding, growing young trainers had everything they needed, but also gave them the freedom to explore on their own. For Faust, it was the perfect time to perfect his skills.

The young goat boy had packed light, for the most part. Clad in a loose shirt and a pair of shorts, the pristine white-furred boy only really had a wide-brimmed had and a large hiking backpack filled predominantly with water and food but also had a first aid kit and a sleeping back strapped on top. 6 Pokéballs were slung around his hip, which was a surprising sight for most other trainers his age and even some adults, though the surprising part was the creature walking beside him: A Charizard of remarkable stature.

"Almost to the next stop, but it's getting kinda dark..." Faust muttered, looking up to see the sun overhead slowly beginning the set, the sky ever so slightly darkening over a long period of time. Once the sun fell, it was going to get inexplicably cold-- getting to the Pokémon Centre was ideal, for it had hotel rooms they could sleep in, but they might not make it in time. Faust already knew it was a good few hours away, but his legs were admittedly tired and it might be better just to find a place to rest.

"What do you think?" Faust glance to his Charizard, who towered over Faust by a whole 2 feet or so. In the short distance ahead lay two large rock formations, both of which were probably used to rest-- Faust could clearly see various outcrops, some decoration but notably, a hole or two, which could protect them from the shade and provide some coverage at night. The Charizard glanced to the two of them before looking at his trainer out the corner of his eye, his small hands curling and flexing.

"We could take the right one," Faust began. "It, uh, looks cosy and..."

Faust trailed off and watched as his Charizard plodded forwards on his heavy-set legs, heading to the left instead of the right. Faust parted his lips to protest, but thought better of it and sighed, keeping his mouth shut. Bowing his head, he followed after his Pokémon.

This was Faust's problem. He was good at just about everything, which made him a target of envy from his peers. Even in a wilderness like this, which he'd never explored before, he had a natural knack for all sorts of survival skills, from cooking his own makeshift food to lighting campfires. In fact, he was a generally astounding trainer: all his Pokémon were a remarkably high level and well-trained, at the peak of their evolutionary lines. His prowess and skill were astonishing to trainer and civilian alike when they took his age into account, but there was just one major problem: his Pokémon, who were loyal and loving to him, very rarely listened to his orders. It wasn't that they were bad Pokémon-- at least, Faust didn't think so-- but it was more that they...had his best interests at heart, and made their own decisions on the basis that they would help and protect him. Faust knew they meant well, but...well, it didn't look good when a trainer's Pokémon wouldn't listen to them.

It didn't take them long to reach the rocks. As Faust had predicted, the large rock formation, which stretched over their heads like a small mountain, bore various large holes in its surface, each entryway smooth and each dip almost identical to another. They were artificially made, that much was obvious-- and Faust could understand why given how long the wilderness was. They were roughly a quarter of the way through it now, but there were another 4-5 days of travel before they'd make it to the next city. Faust was beginning to miss his bed, but this was still fun. He was enjoying the experience of adventure and spending time with his Pokémon of course.

Faust set his backpack down and began to rummage through it, setting the sleeping back to the side so that he could access the pack's innards without it getting in the way. He pulled out various pieces of jerky and offered some to the Charizard beside him as he bit down on one for himself. The Pokémon bowed his head and plucked the piece from between the goat's fingers with ease, lifting his head to swallow it up in one go. At that moment, Faust glanced up and down his Pokémon's body and briefly lingered his gaze on the Charizard's crotch. All Pokémon have genitalia, much like their trainers-- but considering the fact they are effectively wild animals, they're never truly covered up...the amount of times that Faust has gotten an eyeful of his Pokémon's loins is far too many to count on hand.

"Are you tired?" Faust asked kindly as he looked up at the Charizard, who merely grunted in response and turned his head away from Faust, staring out over the arid plains. The heat wasn't a problem for him, considering he was a fire type, but he was being strangely moody. Faust knew his Charizard all too well-- after all, he was his starter Pokémon, the first he ever received on his 9th birthday. It's hard to believe how much Faust has grown over the past year and a half.

With a sigh, the goat shifted backwards on his ass and leant back against the cave's wall, chewing thoughtfully on his jerky as he cast his gaze out over the Ashen Plains. He was excited to get to the next city, for it would be his first gym battle, though not his first trip outside of town. He'd gone places when he was younger with his parents, but they were starting to settle down more, so he didn't get to experience as much. This would be a good break for him.

His Pokémon suddenly turned and ducked in under the overhang of the cave's entrance, opposite Faust. The goat looked up at him as he ate his jerky, staring into the Charizard's cooling blue eyes. The dragon-like Pokémon huffed through his nostrils and scooted forwards, lowering his long neck down until his snout was inches from Faust's own. Faust hesitated, feeling strangely intimidated before he reached up and gently stroked under his Charizard's chin. The Pokémon closed his eyes and let out a long exhale, and Faust could tell he was enjoying the touch.

The Charizard lowered his head more, moving it forwards until his snout was inches from Faust's fluffy white fur. His nostrils flared as he sniffed, taking in his trainer's scent before his large snout parted and his tongue, fleshy and thick, grazed gently across Faust's neck. The goat's fingers curled against the Charizard's chin as he instinctively angled his head away to give the Pokémon more room to touch, and he quietly bleated, his flesh sensitive and his cheeks flushed.

This wasn't the first time his Pokémon had done things like this or his other ones for that matter. Those encounters were less than consensual in the beginning-- Faust was a little too young to understand the connotations of what they were doing completely and it ultimately made him uncomfortable in places, but he was slowly warming up to the idea, especially when they did things like this. His Charizard in particular was neither forceful nor greedy; his tender licks were gentle and explorative if laced with desire. He was almost romantic, in a way-- something that Faust appreciated, for his pre-pubescence made everything strangely sensitive and awkward in ways he couldn't explain, and having his Pokémon take his time made things feel easier.

The Charizard pressed a little deeper as a tingling spread across Faust's body, reminding him how good it felt. He gently applied his best attempt at scratches against the Charizard's smooth under-scales and the Pokémon's exploring tongue reacted in turn, sliding up to his cheek and back down towards his collar bone. Faust was, admittedly, getting a little hot and flustered at his antics, but he didn't tell him to stop.

Eventually, the Charizard eased up, but not because he was done; instead, his head dipped down, passing the goat boy's shirt and heading towards his crotch. He didn't quite press just yet, if only because he was waiting for the goat to lower his hands-- and Faust did so with a certain degree of hesitance, eventually popping the button of his shorts after casting a brief, sweeping glance over the landscape to make sure they weren't being watched. He reached for his hips and slipped the shorts over his ass along with his underwear, letting his half-chub, humanoid cock free. It pulsed, as if reacting to the Charizard's piercing stare, and Faust squirmed in his seat as he shimmied the shorts down to his hooves, kicking them off.

The dragon bowed his head, dragging his snout along the cub's stomach before meeting with his loins, his warm scales trailing and nudging along the half-hard cock. Faust's member instinctively began to grow, purely from the situation alone despite the 10-year-old's hesitance-- he still wasn't used to his Pokémon being so frisky, but he was warming up to it. He couldn't deny how good it made him feel, the sensation and sight of the Charizard's lips parting and his hot breath brushing against his stiffening length. It didn't take long for the goat to reach full-mast, his little 4-inch cock wildly twitching up against the Pokémon's nose. 

Slowly, the Charizard stuck out his tongue, pressing the hot but not quite searing heat of his fleshy appendage against the goat's length. This wasn't the first time Faust had experienced it, but he still couldn't get used to it-- it was so intoxicatingly warm and sensual that he couldn't resist whimpering, his body quaking ever so slightly as the pleasure rolled up his spine and spread across his body, making even the very tips of his fingers tingle. He reached out, placing a hand atop the Charizard's snout as the Pokémon opened his mouth a little more, letting the cock slip along his wet tongue, nestled against the flesh, before his upper jaw enclosed around it. He swallowed the member up and pushed his snout down, taking the 4 inches of cock in one fell swoop-- though it wasn't much of a challenge for his long snout.

Faust gasped, instinctively lifting his legs up and squeezing his inner thighs against the sides of the Charizard's face as his fingers curled against the coarse scales on the top of his Pokémon's snout. His Charizard looked almost a little flushed with the position before he closed his eyes and a rumble escaped his neck, vibrating up and across his tongue and stimulating the goat's little cock even more. Faust reached up and covered his mouth with his free hand, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire as he suppressed a groan. For a boy like him, who was new to the experience of sex, this was both a terrifying and exhilarating feeling. He didn't want it to stop, but the sensations were overwhelming.

The Charizard didn't have to move. Faust rolled his hips and humped purely on instinct, moving barely an inch either way as the Charizard kept his tongue still, continuing to rumble, almost like he was purring, at the goat fucked his mouth. Faust's fingers curled and uncurled against his Pokémon's snout, eventually reaching up to hold onto his horn, leaning forwards ever so slightly and using the horn was leverage. He shuddered and gasped behind his hand, inevitably closing his eyes to the point of scrunching them shut, his cock wildly throbbing against the warm tongue. For a cub his age, he wasn't going to last long; all it took was a minute or more of that warm, addicting mouth to send him over the edge.

His thighs squeezed tight, though to the Charizard they probably felt weak, as Faust abruptly orgasmed. Unlike other boys his age, Faust was remarkably potent, and each twitch of his cock elicited a plentiful, rigid spurt that shot all the way to the back of the Charizard's mouth, followed by another and then another, his small balls tucking up against his body as they emptied into his Pokémon's mouth. His volume had to be at least twice that of the average adult man, though this little secret he carried was something only his Pokémon got to experience-- and even he himself didn't know that it was such a marvellous thing. Regardless, his Charizard gulped, tasting and swallowing every drop of his trainer's load without difficulty. Faust's legs tightened for as long as possible, hips pushing and pressing against the Charizard's snout before he didn't have the strength to continue. His legs loosened and he sighed, stretching his limbs out.

The Charizard eased up slowly, sliding his mouth and tongue away from his trainer's cock and opening his eyes. He stared down at the goat's half-limp member, spent and wet with a mixture of cum and spit, before the dragon shifted, bowing his head to avoid the cave's low ceiling as he rose to his feet, making his own arousal known. Faust wasn't even paying attention at first, but the Charizard's impatient shuffling eventually drew his attention to the Pokémon's large, humanoid and foreskinned cock. Compared to his own, the Charizard's cock was substantial-- a good 10 inches, perhaps even more. It hung at an almost 45-degree angle, sagging every so often but quickly reaching its original angle with each renewing twitch. Faust gulped nervously at the sight and his eyes widened when the Charizard stepped forwards, planting his large feet on either side of the cub's own legs. His member hung in front of Faust's face, mere inches from his muzzle, and if it sagged down far enough it was likely to graze his shirt.

Aware that his Pokémon might make a mess in the near future, Faust pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the side as his Pokémon greedily pushed his hips forwards, prodding the smooth head of his cock against the goat's cheek and lips. The 10-year-old awkwardly raised his hands and clasped them around the girth of the cock, and the muscles turned rigid under his touch, the member powerfully throbbing and the head swelling with blood. As Faust tugged back, the foreskin peeled over the edge of the glans and a bed of pre-cum oozed from the tip, leaking down to the frenulum and dripping off, dotting the fluid on the goat's stomach.

Try as Faust might, he couldn't quite touch his thumb and forefinger together when he curled his hands around the length, but his tug and clumsy movements seemed to be working well-- he could hear his Charizard huffing and rumbling its approval as his hands worked back and forth. To be honest, he was more mesmerised and intrigued by the sight of the foreskin rolling back and forth according to his own whimsy. If he tugged towards himself as fat as he could, the scales around the base of the Pokémon's cock bunched up and the foreskin bundled into a wrinkly mess at the tip, and when he pulled back he could fully see the cock in all its glory, and it twitched with more fervency when he did so.

The Charizard grunted, pushing his hips forwards and pressing the tip of his cock to the goat's muzzle again, making it clear what he truly wanted. Admittedly, Faust was hesitant, but he knew deep down that he had nothing to fear. After casting one final glance up at his Pokémon's face, he leant forwards and parted his lips, sticking out his tongue in the same way that the Charizard had done for him. He trailed his small tongue along the head, dragging it across the urethra and flicking his tongue slightly at the end. He heard a long and tender sigh in response, which encouraged him to go further. He dipped down and licked again, but his Charizard suddenly pushed forwards, dragging his cock across the goat's tongue and into his mouth, his movements revealing his impatience.

The Pokémon was clearly pent up, but still managed to reign in his desire. Even as he pushed into Faust's mouth, he didn't slide in deeper than an inch or two and instead pulled back, needily humping against his tongue. Faust instinctively worked his hands over the rest of the length and heard a gentle growl in response, the Charizard approving of his actions. The goat boy slowly closed his eyes, huffing through his nose as he pushed his head a little lower down, taking his Pokémon's cock even more-- he didn't know if he was even doing it correctly, but he could easily taste the pre-cum on his tongue, so hoped he was doing something right.

Faust continued to suckle and eventually started to pull his head back, reaching the glans before pushing down again. The head of the Charizard's cock grazed across the roof of his mouth and threatened to dip to the back of his throat, but as Faust tried to push down, the Pokémon instinctively pulled back, as if realising what he was doing. Faust guessed that even at that moment, his Charizard was still looking out for him-- following the dragon's wishes, Faust pulled back again and dragged his tongue around the head of the cock, continuing to work his hands up and down the member until the Charizard began to huff and grunt, growling on the spot and shifting his feet slightly as if he couldn't keep himself still.

Suddenly, his Charizard abruptly pulled back, yanking his cock from his mouth. Faust couldn't understand why at first, but the Pokémon's reasons quickly became clear when a thick, viscous spurt of cum shot across the Goat's short muzzle and splattered right between his eyes, causing him to scrunch his eyes up in response. He quickly remembered what his Charizard often did for him and tried to do the same, opening his mouth and hovering it in front of the member. A thick rope shot right into his muzzle and he recoiled briefly from the taste of salt, before gulping it down and trying to catch more as the Charizard above him huffed and growled in pleasure. He couldn't catch much more of it, for the rest didn't quite have the strength and power behind it as the first two spurts-- the rest of the Charizard's load oozed down the tip of his cock or shot forwards barely an inch or two, either staining Faust's chest and stomach or audibly splattering on the floor between the goat's legs.

The member began to sag, still oozing some globules of seed, though it was mostly spent. Faust hesitated before opening his eyes, staring down at the mess his Pokémon had made-- the cum was just about everywhere. He looked up to see his Pokémon staring down at him, looking both embarrassed yet pleased with what they had done. It was the first time that Faust had actually reciprocated what his Charizard had done to him. He admittedly felt guilty for not doing it before, and had to quietly applaud the Charizard for patiently keeping to himself the entire time. Now, however, the ice had been broken between them, and Faust had to wonder what it meant for the future.

His Pokémon bowed his head down and nuzzled against Faust's neck briefly, before reaching up and dragging his wide tongue between the goat's eyes, helping to clean him up. Faust hadn't packed a towel, so it was ideal that the dragon used his tongue to clean up what he could-- though he didn't expect him to lick the floor, that was for sure. However, the Charizard only went as far as to clean up his face before retreating, and Faust was admittedly confused, hoping that the dragon would have lapped the mess on his chest and stomach at least. Instead, the Pokémon rose to full height, its half-limp cock hanging mere inches from the cub's body. Faust wondered if he was going to want a second round, but something else occurred instead.

To Faust's surprise and disgust, a jet of light yellow fluid shot from the end of the Charizard's humanoid cock, splashing over Faust's front and dribbling down his body. The goat wasn't so naive as to not know what it was, and he covered his face, letting out a cry of protest as the Pokémon's piss washed off the cum on his front and replaced it with the staining fluid, turning his chest and stomach fur a very light shade of yellow. The urine trickled down and formed a pool around the cub's ass and balls and the boy was secretly glad that he'd thrown his clothes to the side so that they didn't get messy.

Faust stared down at himself as the trickle slowly died out, accompanied by a low, audibly horny rumble from the Charizard above him. With a grimace, Faust glared up at the Pokémon before getting to his feet, stepping towards his pack and getting a bottle of water. He stepped out onto the arid plains, completely nude, and attempted to wash his fur with the bottle of water. He could only do so much, but it was enough to more or less clean him up. The floor was the cave was it's own problem, however. Thankfully, the Charizard had taken care of it-- when Faust wasn't looking, the Pokémon had blown a light array of flames onto the puddle and dried it off completely. When Faust returned, the Charizard blew hot air to dry him out as the cub pouted, not happy with how the Pokémon had acted.

The sun was setting, so it was a good time to rest and begin travelling in the morning, despite Faust's irritation. The hot weather was beginning to cool and it would eventually get cold, but Faust knew he'd be fine, considering he had his Pokémon with him. The Charizard curled up at the back of the shallow cave and, despite how he felt, Faust crawled up towards him, curling in against his stomach. His Pokémon instinctively wrapped a wing around them to shield him, and the warmth of his Charizard next to him made it easy for Faust's eyes to droop. The combination of a lot of walking and their lewd interaction had made him tired, and it was for that reason that sleep came easy to him. 

He nodded off within a matter of minutes, his dreams sporadic, full of peculiar scenarios and wild sex.



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When Faust awoke in the morning, his Charizard was still asleep. Faust's fur still looked a little yellow-ish but it didn't really smell of anything, so as he dressed he hoped he could just hide it until they got to the Pokémon Centre and he could shower. Rather than wake him and get moving, Faust opted to get his Pokéballs from his belt, and returned the Charizard to his ball. Faust had no idea what it was like in the Pokéballs, but they said that they had their own miniature worlds constructed to suit a Pokémon's natural habitat-- Faust hoped his Charizard was happy in there. However, he couldn't travel without protection, so he brought out his second strongest Pokémon: his Zangoose.

Unlike Charizard, Zangoose is a much shorter Pokémon and almost matches Faust in height-- the goat is roughly 4 foot tall, but his Zangoose is a couple of inches taller, not counting his ears. The personality of the two Pokémon, however, are more similar than they are different. Faust's Charizard is often aloof and grumpy, but affectionate in private company-- his Zangoose, however, is grumpy almost all the time. He treats every battle like an inconvenience and would prefer to slack off all day; to that end, he very rarely listens to Faust's commands. Regardless, he is still remarkably strong for a Pokémon with no evolution line, almost on par with Faust's Charizard in raw combat power. 

Getting Zangoose to escort him as they walked was proving to be something of an uphill battle-- the Pokémon had a habit of wandering off or stopping to sit and rest, and Faust often had to coax him to keep moving with a little bit of food. They didn't travel as much as Faust had wanted to, but they still made it to the Pokémon Center at around noon. Considering his Zangoose's temperament, Faust opted to stop for the day at the centre and start travelling against the day after. He was already considering bringing his Arcanine for the next day, for he was big enough to ride and, despite his dog-like excitable personality, could cover considerable distance with a good push in the right direction.

Faust booked a room at the Pokémon Centre, and it was offered for free when he presented his trainer card. It was one of the many benefits of being an aspiring trainer-- not only did he get free access to healing his Pokémon as well as discounts at markets, but he also occasionally could receive free hotel rooms if he could prove that he was 'training'; it was simply more incentive for people to take the path of a trainer. Of course, no proof was needed at that moment; why else would be a young boy with a backpack be in the Ashen Plains?

Their room was on the second floor, and room service was complimentary, so Faust unpacked whilst waiting for his lunch to arrive, completely forgetting to shower. He'd picked out something simple for himself, but the majority of his ordered food was for his entire Pokémon party, and there was quite a lot of it. When the food did eventually arrive, Faust and his Pokémon sat on the bed, and the young goat eventually brought out his other Pokéballs. The room was big enough for all of his party, so he let them out to get some fresh air, of a sort: from the Pokéballs came his Charizard along with an Alolan Ninetales, his Arcanine, a Luxray and finally his two egg twins, his Krookodile and Feraligatr. In terms of size, his Arcanine and Feraligatr were the largest, whilst his Ninetales was the smallest. Krookodile and Charizard were similar in height and his Luxray and Zangoose were roughly his size. Though the room looked a little cramped with them all out, they seemed happy to see him, which was what he was hoping for.

"Eat up, guys," Faust insisted. "We're not going anywhere else for the rest of the day."

Several platters of berries, meats and more lay strewn out across 3 or 4 sets of trays. It was just barely enough for all of them, and in the event anyone else was hungry Faust had several packs of jerky and some other barries in a cooling bag inside his rucksack. As for himself, he snacked on a light sandwich and a bottle of fizzy drink-- he knew he was chubby, so he didn't really want to eat too much anyway. The majority of his Pokémon ate in silence, and it was in these times that Faust could gauge who was more affectionate with him than others: for the most part, a lot of his party kept their distance and ate in their own little parts of the hotel room, but his Charizard and his Arcanine kept close. He knew they were the type to bicker and argue over his attention, which is why he kept them separate for the most part, but it didn't matter at that moment.

Once they'd eaten, Faust could finally relax. He laid back on the bed, his upper body and head resting against the headboard as his Pokémon mingled. The smaller ones sat up on the bed with him along with his Arcanine who, despite Faust's protests, insisted on occupying a space that made the bed sag with his weight and size. His twins stood near the window and watches from outside, both checking for incoming danger as well as pelting little water balls at passers-by-- Faust wanted to tell them to stop, but he knew they wouldn't listen. His Charizard was sitting beside the bed on the floor, as if guarding him, though Faust could see his eyes were closed. His Luxray and Ninetales lay curled up together at the end of the bed-- they enjoyed one-another's company and his Luxray was just a big cat and slept often.

"You doing okay, Zangoose?" Faust glanced to the loner Pokémon and reached out to stroke his fur. The Zangoose averted his gaze from him and his lips curled into a sour expression, but he didn't move-- in fact, his cheeks warmed, betraying his enjoyment of being stroked. Faust grinned and moved his hand up to gently rub one of the Pokémon's ears, and the Zangoose subtly leant his head towards him slightly.

Faust's Arcanine saw the petting that was going on and, like the excitable Pokémon he was, wanted to join in. He shuffled across the bed towards Faust and flopped right in front of him, planting his front paws on either side of Faust's body and abruptly plopping his head down on the goat's stomach. Faust let out a grunt and awkwardly looking at the big dog, hesitating before reaching out with his other hand and ruffling across the top of the Arcanine's head, his hand disappearing beneath the fluffy cream fur. The Arcanine excitedly lifted his head and moved it closer to Faust's face, starting to lick the goat's muzzle with his wide, wet tongue.

"H-Hey, cut it out!" Faust giggled, squirming a little beneath the Arcanine as he attempted to both push the dog off and pet the Zangoose at the same time. To Faust's surprise, the Arcanine stopped licking him and instead sniffed around his face, specifically between his eyes. Faust had to squint his eyes shut when they stung from the Arcanine's hot breath, but he opened them again when the canine pulled back to stare at him, head cocked to the side. Faust frowned at him, unsure what he was confused about, but the goat grew nervous with the Arcanine's eyes lidded over slightly and his muzzle curled into a distinctly human-like smirk. 

"...What?" The young cub felt as if he was being scrutinized or teased, but the Arcanine didn't-- or rather, couldn't-- elaborate. Instead, the Arcanine rolled his head down and sniffed along Faust's shirt and down to his stomach, nostrils flaring as he took in his scent. Faust was confused at first, but the realisation quickly dawned on him that his Arcanine was sniffing in all the places that his Charizard had marked him the day before. Faust knew that there's only one place that the Arcanine would look next.

"W-Wait--" The cub began, tensing when the Arcanine's muzzle met with his clothed crotch. The canine's eyes flicked up to the goat's face before back down to the crotch, and the Pokémon made a point of nuzzling his muzzle back and forth, dragging it across the obvious young bump of the goat's package. The Arcanine pawed at the goat's front, claws grazing and attempting to hook into clothes as he nudged and nuzzled, and Faust's body naturally reacted. Of course, the 10-year-old was embarrassed and anxious-- not only because he was once again being approached in a sexual manner, but also because a good chunk of the Pokémon in the nearby vicinity had not yet done these sorts of things with him. He didn't want to give them the wrong impression of himself, nor did he want to show himself off in such a way.

The Arcanine, however, refused to relent. Even if he couldn't get into the goat's pants, his efforts to nuzzle his trainer's crotch was finally bearing fruit, metaphorically speaking. Faust's erection began particularly obvious as the Arcanine dipped and pushed his muzzle, going so far as to drag his tongue along the fabric, disregarding the taste and focusing instead on forcing that cock upright. The Arcanine's lewd antics were slowly attracting the attention of the other Pokémon, who began to congregate and watch, either from a distance or up close, and Faust became more and more embarrassed the more time went on.

A sudden warmth against Faust's side caught him by surprise, and he glanced to the left to see his Zangoose leaning against him, pressing against his shoulder and the side of his head. Faust had long since stopped petting him, too focused on what the Arcanine was doing, but the reason for the Zangoose's approach wasn't because he wanted attention. Instead, the Pokémon's lips met with the side of Faust's goat muzzle and kissed against his cheek. Faust felt the warmth of the Pokémon's tongue against his fur, trailing down towards his neck, much like his Charizard had done before. Faust couldn't help but tremble.

Zangoose's tongue wasn't the only one to grace Faust's neck-- to the cub's right came another tongue, this time belonging to his Charizard. Faust thought he might be jealous and overprotective, but he's instead joining in on the Arcanine's antics much like his Zangoose. The combined efforts of both Pokémon was bound to stir something within the young boy and Faust couldn't stop himself from bleating submissively, overpowered by his affectionate but clearly horny Pokémon.

The twins, who had been pranking people by the window, had come close to the bed to watch what they were doing, and even the Ninetales and Luxray were peering over from their laid-down positions to see Faust writhing and squirming against his Pokémon's antics. Despite his embarrassed protests, none of them stopped what they were doing, once again proving that his Pokémon don't listen to him and have his interests at heart-- or rather, his sexual interests. Faust was hypersensitive to just about everything, from the tickling pleasure that came from his loins with each rough nudge of the Arcanine's muzzle, to the warmth and wet heat of the tongues against his neck along with the very vivid, very obvious pulsing pass pressing against his thigh, a sign of his Zangoose's arousal.

Realising that the Arcanine was growing impatient, Faust eventually resigned to the idea of letting them do what they wanted, and he awkwardly began to unbutton his shorts, letting them slip over his rump and down his legs. His member was briefly caught in the waistband of his underwear but flicked upwards as it travelled down, flopping against his stomach. The Arcanine seemed pleased with the reveal and his tongue immediately met with the cub's loins, loosely lapping and slurping at his cock and balls as the goat squirmed and shifted embarrassingly, keeping his eyes down so that he didn't have to look at his other Pokémon staring.

Each tender lick and slurp felt good, as much as Faust didn't want to admit it. The Arcanine's wide tongue was different to the Charizard's own-- it could curl easier around his cock but wasn't as dexterous nor as fleshy, so it couldn't quite cradle his member either. The Arcanine didn't do much else other than lick, and Faust became more and more aware of his Zangoose's erection, which ground subtly against his hip, eventually joined by the Zangoose's clawed hand. The Pokémon idly stroked his cock and trailed a fine string of pre-cum against Faust's leg, and the goat boy instinctively reached down to grasp his member, peeling back the humanoid foreskin on its tip. The Zengoose's hand retreated and he purred lightly against the cub's side, continuing to lick his cheek whilst idly thrusting into his hand.

Faust began to moan slightly under his breath, occasionally gasping and huffing as the Arcanine's wild, lapping tongue against his cock was sending him closer and closer to the edge. Just as he thought the Arcanine was going to lick him to completion, however, the Zangoose's hand reached out and pushed the Arcanine's muzzle away, leaving the goat's cock to throb against his own stomach, desperate for attention. Slowly the Zangoose moved, suddenly hooking his leg over the cub's slightly chubby, young form and sitting square on his crotch, his own bigger erection lining up with the cub's own. The Luxray and Ninetales moved to replace where the Zengoose had been sitting so they could get a better angle on what was happening, and Faust stared wide-eyed as the Zangoose briefly rubbed his cock against the cub's own, before lifting himself up and standing predominantly upright, reaching with a clawed hand to force the goat's member into an upright position as well.

Even at his tender age, Faust understood that the Zangoose wanted, and this was the first time that the cub was ever going to experience it. He nervously reached up, succumbing to his Pokémon's desire as he grasped the base of his member, holding it for the Zangoose as the fluffy Pokémon lowered himself down, sinking down until the small cock slipped between its plump cheeks. Faust didn't even know if he was at the right angle, but he hissed through his teeth and let out a shaky bleat as he felt a warmth swallow up around his cock, spasming and squeezing. The Zangoose lowered with reckless abandon and the cub pulled his hand away, gasping as the Zangoose settled down completely, slipping onto his knees and settling on the boy's crotch. Faust thought the Pokémon was a little heavy, but that didn't matter-- his attention was focused entirely on that overwhelming feeling of bliss that washed over him from entering the Pokémon's ass.

It was still embarrassing to be watched, but Faust didn't have a choice anymore. He rolled his head back and huffed under his breath as the Zangoose began to roll his hips, riding the cub's young cock as the Charizard continued to kiss and nuzzle against the boy's neck, causing the goat to angle his head to the side to give him better access. The Luxray curled up against his side and purred against his body, but Faust couldn't fathom why-- much like with most of his Pokémon, their motivations were a mystery to him. The two standing twins were visibly enjoying the show, however, openly hard and aching, and surprisingly more hung than his Charizard. The only one who seemed indifferent to the whole thing was the Ninetales, who lay curled up serenely on the bed, wanting to sleep more than anything else.

From the side the Arcanine moved into view, nudging against the Zangoose's side and expressing his irritation, before nuzzling at Faust's side, sniffing along his stomach and sticking his nose beneath his shirt to drag across his slightly yellowed stomach. Faust wasn't even paying that much attention to what he was doing, his senses overwhelming from all the Pokémon around him. His member throbbed weakly inside the Zangoose's insides as the Pokémon urged Faust to touch him, trying to guide and move the boy's hands to his chest and down to his cock. The goat eventually obliged, closing his eyes and trying to focus his attention on the Zangoose's cock, despite the pleasure he felt. His hand danced and worked over the member, eliciting growls of delight from the bouncing Pokémon as Faust's breathing grew heavier and heavier.

A shudder rolled over the boy's body and it took him a moment to register what it meant. His hand clumsily jerked the Zangoose's cock as his breathing suddenly dipped and he began to heave, groaning under his breath and bleating quiet little protests as he felt himself tip over the edge. It was embarrassing to finish so soon, yet here we were, abruptly and suddenly emptying his load into the Zangoose's ass. He groaned and squirmed beneath the riding Pokémon, who slowed when he realised that the cub was done, and leant back to enjoy the 10-year-old jerking him off. Faust did his best in that department despite the pleasure that swam through his body and urged him to rest-- his hands pumped up and down the 6-inch member, dragging the foreskin back and forth as the Zangoose started to slowly rolled his hips forwards against the boy's hands, stimulating both himself and the sensitive cock inside him, making the cub squirm some more. Faust had to wonder if he was doing it deliberately or not.

The Zangoose huffed and growled, his hips slowly picking up speed as Faust glanced over to the Arcanine, who had pulled back and was now watching attentively, looking from Faust's face to the cub's hands around the Zangoose's length. Even the Charizard had stopped licking and was now simply keeping his head close, nuzzling and occasionally rumbling his approval at the sight as Faust's hands quickened across the thrusting cock, seeing visibly strings of pre-cum shooting from the end and dribbling down onto his hands, whilst staining his shirt.

The Pokémon in front of him began to huff with a greater intensity, and Fause knew what was coming. The 10-year-old stroked faster and faster, watching his own hands piston back and forth as fast as he could until, finally, the Zangoose orgasmed, barely a few minutes after Faust had. Strings of seed shot onto the boy's shirt and stained it, making it sort of see-through as the other strings oozed down or splattered in varying arcs, messing up both his body as well as his hands. Faust huffed tiredly and gave the member a few more strokes as he coaxed the last of the Pokémon's load from his member, before the Zangoose abruptly rose from his crotch, revealing a sticky display of cum that had seeped from his ass around the cub's 4-inch cock, and had oozed down onto the boy's pelvis and the bed by extension. The entire ordeal was...messy, and Faust admittedly needed to clean up before his other Pokémon got any ideas.

Faust moved to sit up, but before he could even get off the bed, the Arcanine shoved his Zangoose out of the way and immediately replaced him, lapping across Faust's cum-covered crotch and cleaning the fluids from his member, much to Faust's surprised and frustration. His cock, sensitive from his orgasm, twitched weakly under the Arcanine's assault as the weight of the Pokémon's front paw forced him back down onto the bed.

"I need to shower." Faust complained, but the impatient shuffling of the Krookodile beside the bed made it clear that none of them intended to let him do what he wanted. Not only were the Feraligatr and Krookodile lining up as if waiting for their own, but Faust could see the Arcanine's visibly huge, knotted erection from where he was sitting, due to the way the Arcanine was laying on the bed. It wasn't just that they wanted to tease him-- they all wanted pleasing.

Faust breathed a tired sigh. Something told him he wasn't going to get to shower for a while.