Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Faust was free of the Ashen Plains and could experience the rest of his journey.

Those plains stretched on for miles, but at the northern end was the fabulous Golden Coast, a famous tourist destination should one stomach the Ashen Plains-- or venture from even further north, if they so wished. For Faust, a budding 10-year-old trainer with a plethora of well-trained Pokémon, his goal wasn't the Golden Coast, much as he would have enjoyed a little bit of relaxation time. Instead, his destination was 1 mile east of the coast: Cindermite, an industrial city home to many steel type Pokémon. There would be the next gym badge he had to obtain, and he hoped it would help to influence his Pokémon somewhat and show his prowess as a trainer.

Before that, however, was a strip of semi-dense forest that many trainers knew as a 'route', but actually had no name to speak of. It was a path that many had to take if they wanted to get to the coast and so a well-beaten path had been made over time that ran along the length of the river which, like the path, did eventually lead into the coast of its own accord, naturally carved out between the less-than-dense trees dotted around. Despite the spacious gaps and beautiful scenery, the forest was remarkably dark and home to many bug type Pokémon, thanks to the thick branches and leaves that helped to block out the sun from above and only served the make the place darker at night.

For most of the morning, Faust had taken advantage of his Arcanine's impressive stature and boundless stamina to make it through the Ashen Plains, but he had no intention of exhausting his Pokémon all day. Once they were out of the humid atmosphere and into the lush scenery beyond, he dismounted from the Pokémon and intended to recall him. However, when he went to do so, his Arcanine ran out-- not without reason, of course. Beyond the plains were a series of cliffs and a wide set of stairs that led down onto the Golden Coast; his Pokémon, excitable and dog-like as he was, bounded to the cliffs so that he could see the sandy beach beneath, far out of reach. With a sigh, Faust quickly chased after him, jogging along until he reached the edge of the cliff with him.

He had to admit, it was a beautiful sight; in front of them beneath the cliffs were white sandy beaches and sprawling ocean blue water, with only a few clouds in the sky and the sun beating down upon them. The beach was packed with both Pokémon trainers as well as average civilians and citizens alike, some of them enjoying the water whilst others laid and basked in the sun. A pang of longing rushed through Faust as he yearned to go down there, and his Arcanine nudged his side, as if encouraging him. With a grimace the boy shook his head, reaching out to stroke the Arcanine's cream fur atop his head, his fingers sinking into it with ease.

"We can't," Faust insisted. "We need to hurry and get to the next gym..."

Turning from his Pokémon, Faust put his back to the cliff and looked back on where they had come from-- the Ashen Plains and beyond, with their arid, humid climate. He hoped to never return there, though it honestly wasn't all that bad...the moments he spent with his Pokémon were enjoying, though they made him feel embarrassed and uncomfortable to think about them.

As Faust began to leave, however, he felt something tug at the back of his shirt, pressing the collar tightly against his neck and briefly catching him by surprise. He understood rather quickly who or what was grabbing him and he squirmed, putting up something of a protest as his Arcanine lifted him off his feet, causing the boy's hooves to dangle in the air, trying to find purchase. With a triumphant twinkle in his eye, the Arcanine turned and hopped down the short height towards the stairs leading down to the beach and trotted along as a playful gait, carrying Faust with him as he made his way down to the coast. Faust let out grunts of protest and tried to call his Arcanine off, but both of them knew that it was next to impossible to get his Pokémon to do anything he wanted.

"C'mon, put me down..." Faust complained, and his face warmed with embarrassment as the Arcanine reached the base of the stairs and stepped out onto the sand, trotting through the crowd. The young, 10-year-old goat could feel the eyes of various people on him, some laughing in amusement at the admittedly adorable sight and others surprised to see such a large, uncommon Pokémon at the Golden Coast. Faust expected his Arcanine to drop him somewhere on the beach, but instead, the canine-styled Pokémon made his way all across the coast, occasionally lingering near to the shore as if he wanted to play in the water, before trotting onwards once more. Eventually, the Pokémon carried Faust all the way across the beach towards the far end, where one could just barely see the edges of Cindermite in the distance. He dropped Faust into the sand and before the goat could recover himself, the Arcanine flopped down beside him, kicking sand up everywhere.

The goat didn't know what to say, so all he could think to do was scowl and grumble like the pouting child he was. His Pokémon paid attention to his complaints and for the most part ignored them, but when Faust fully intended to continue perpetuating them, he began to turn his head to nuzzle, nudging against the goat's snide and butting his snout with Faust's clothed chest. The young cub grimaced but knew he couldn't stay too mad at the Arcanine-- especially when he was being so cute.

"Fine, I get it," Faust grunted, running his hand through the Arcanine's head fur before gesturing towards the water. "Go and play. I know you want to."

At his relenting, the Pokémon bounced to his feet and sped off towards the shore, and Fausted watched him go with a tired sigh. The realisation hit him that the Arcanine had at least waited until he gave him the all-clear before going and playing in the water, so maybe his commands were having something of an effect on his Pokémon-- or at least some more than others. Could he say he was improving? Maybe. It was hard to tell, given his Arcanine's typically playful nature...he certainly didn't listen to him earlier, after all.

The young goat took a moment to cast his gaze along the Golden Coast and realised that his Arcanine had taken him to quite the remote place-- he could see people in the distance, but they were like little specks compared to where he was sitting, and a huge rock wall almost separated the two coasts, acting as a sort of barrier. It was peculiar to have so much privacy in such an open space, but Faust couldn't complain-- it felt nice to have some peace and quiet, even if he got a lot of that in the Ashen Plains. He found himself removing his heavy backpack and leaning back in the sand, just enjoying the sound of the ocean, intermingled with the occasional splash from his Pokémon's antics.

It felt like only a few moments had passed, but by the time Faust snapped back to reality, a good half an hour had passed-- had he really needed the rest, or was he just lazy. The goat swallowed down the grogginess that had fallen over him and straightened himself up, looking out over the sand to see his Arcanine bounded around in the corner. Various water-type Pokémon, namely those that looked like fish, bounded and jumped around him, and for a moment Faust grew concerned that his Pokémon was bullying others, but he soon realised that they were all playing together and relaxed, a smile crossing his face. The Arcanine raised his head up and noticed Faust from a distance, and once their eyes locked he bounded his way over, his fur sopping wet. With a quick shake and an exertion of his own power, however, the Arcanine's fur soon dried off, returning to its usually fluffy state.

"Did you have fun?" Faust asked awkwardly as the Arcanine approached, and he let out a cry of surprise when the Pokémon crashed into him, knocking him down against the sand. Momentarily winded by the Arcanine's 'attack', Faust could do nothing but endure the sudden assault of licking against his furred face, matting his fur with spit. A tingle spread across his chest and down to his loins from the licking, his parted lips catching that tongue every so often as he tried to gulp gasps of air into his winded lungs. By the time the Arcanine was done with his antics, Faust felt flushed and hot, and not just because of the sun overhead.

"You...!" Faust wanted to scold him, but as the Arcanine backed off after having his 'fill' of showing affection, something else became more readily apparent-- when Faust sat up and his strength returned to him, his gaze naturally drifted down the Pokémon's fluffy, cream-furred chest towards his underbelly, and his eyes caught sight of the Arcanine's plump, animal sheath, along with the very obvious pink tip that was beginning to poke out of the end.

At first, Faust didn't know what to say. Of course, he was interested-- since those few incidents in the Ashen Plains only a few days ago, he hadn't stopped thinking about it...and in the time between then and now, he'd done nothing else with his Pokémon, mainly because he felt too embarrassed and out in the open to do so-- and, by extension, they didn't want to force themselves upon him. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to explore; he was a budding boy, after all, slowly coming into his pubescence, and he was naturally curious. No one would see them there, either. The mere thought had his loins tingling with desire and he could feel the blood swelling to his young cock, making it harder to resist the potential temptation. What's the worst that could happen?

"C...C'mere." Tentatively, Faust gestured the Arcanine closer. At first, the Pokémon didn't respond, but he did eventually approach, crossing the very minute distance between them and planting his front paws either side of Faunt's body. He dipped his head, trailing his snout across the goat's cheek and down to his neck, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of his owner before dragging it back up to lick across his spit-slickened cheek, applying an extra layer just to make Faust pout even more. The 10-year-old, however, was much more focused in something else; at first, he sunk his hand into the depth of the Arcanine's chest fur, a good third of his forearm disappearing beneath such fluff, but he slowly trailed his hand lower, twisting his arm and wrist to adjust the angle as he went until his fingers travelled palm-first to the Pokémon's sheath. It took some reaching, but Faust eventually felt his fingertips meet with the twitching warmth of the tapering cock.

At first, the Arcanine hesitated, but then he stepped just a little closer and growled under his breath. Faust felt flicks of sand meet his hooves and could only assume the Pokémon was wagging his tail, and a flushed expression crossed the goat's features as he affirmed his touch, sinking it a little lower so that he could touch the sizeable fuzzy sheath, feeling the vividly throbbing cock pulsing within, steadily growing from Faust's consent. The more the Arcanine enjoyed it, the harder it became to reach for the sheath, but that was primarily because the Arcanine pushed himself forwards more and more, suffocating Faust in his fur. The goat allowed it initially, but he became irritated by it after a while and eventually pulled back, gasping for air and patting his hand against the Arcanine's chest in submission.

As if the Pokémon read his mind, the large creature rolled and flopped onto his back, spreading his hind legs wide and tucking his front paws up near his chest as he lolled his head to the side, fixating his bright eyes on the goat's embarrassed features. Of course, Faust's gaze drifted immediately to the impressive sheath between the Pokémon's legs and he stared down, blushing, at the sight of the Arcanine's cock, stuck halfway out of his sheath and not quite yet at full mast. Fully aware that someone may stumble upon them at any moment, Faust swallowed his anxiety and approached, cosying up to the Arcanine's side and nestling down on his knees as he reached out.

A peculiar purr escaped from the Arcanine, quite unbecoming of his species, when the goat's hand touched with his cock again, and the young cub watched as a spurt shot from the end, splattering across the Pokémon's chest and wetting his fur. The fluid was translucent and sticky, oozing from the tapering end of his cock in a fine string, and Faust knew it was likely pre-cum. His hand slid down the turgid length, watching as it grew under his touch, slowly twitching and swelling to full mast just from a few tender touches. At the base, Faust saw a vivid swelling within the Arcanine's knot and he reached down to touch the fuzzy fur, his eyes widening when just the slightest touch coaxed the sheath back to reveal a thick, pulsing knot. The Pokémon lolled his tongue and panted quietly from the sensation, instinctively pushed and thrusting up lightly against Faust's roaming hand purely out of instinct. Faust did, admittedly, feel his mouth go dry and the temptation to go further threatened to swallow him whole-- though it was a bad idea, or least his mind told him so, he succumbed.

With lidded eyes, Faust hoisted himself up onto the Arcanine's body and swung his leg over, scooting himself back until his crotch met with the Arcanine's balls and sheath, his obvious bulge pressed against intensely warm fur. The Arcanine had to be a good 12 or 13 inches at most, definitely too much for Faust to take easily, if he even wanted to do so, but he could at least play with it for a little while. He bowed his head, closing his eyes and lowering his mouth enough for his lips to press against the warmth of the cock, his body trembling as he slowly parted his lips, dragging his tongue from the underside of the member all the way to the tapered tip. He heard the Arcanine let out a playful growl and he shifted beneath the 10-year-old, humping his hips up against the cub and sliding his cock up against the boy's hands and loins, and another needy spurt of pre-cum trickled from his knotted cock, which Faust scooped and slide down his cock, slickening his strokes.

Faust slowly bowed his head, running his mouth across the underside of the member and all the way to the tip, tasting it with his tongue. He could feel the Arcanine trying to thrust against his mouth, but he was thankful that the Pokémon was mindful enough to restrain himself, at least a little-- those little humps still threatened to slide the tapering tip into the 10-year-old's muzzle but Faust did a good job of pulling his head back, instinctively reacting to it. The more he licked, the more pre-cum oozed from the tip, smearing against his tongue; it didn't really taste of anything, but the concept alone was enough to make Faust's body tingle with desire, and he wanted more.

As he stroked and pleasured with cock with one hand, the young goat moved his other arm down and hooked a thumb between his fur and the waistband of his shorts, unbuckling his utility belt that held his Pokéballs and fanny back, placing it to the side. Then, he slid his pants down and exposed his young rump-- Faust was, admittedly, kind of a chubby kid, and his ass was equally as ample and as jiggly as his belly, much to his chagrin. With a quick tug, he slipped them past his ass and down his legs, and he was forced to straighten his limbs so that he could slide them off completely, kicking them from his hooves and leaving him bottomless. He didn't stop there, however; with a shudder he slid up the Arcanine's cock, grazing his young humanoid cock against the pulsing length of his Pokémon as he moved to settle more against the Arcanine's stomach. He leant up, oddly teetering on the Arcanine's panting belly as his hooves didn't touch the floor, and he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it into the sand so that it wouldn't get messy. What he was about to do was a bad idea, and he knew someone may see them-- but Faust was a little too adventurous and comfortable, and frankly too horny, to be careful at that point.

Pushing his hips back, Faust slowly slid down until he felt the warmth of the Arcanine's cock against his behind, fully aware that the Pokémon was staring at him with an intense gaze. It was hard to reach, but the goat managed to crane a hand back, grabbing near the tip of the Arcanine's member and directing it downwards to his cheeks, where he let it slip in between his cheeks, smearing and probing around his entrance. The Arcanine began to thrust against his hand, spurred on by carnal, animal instincts alone, and Faust winced briefly as the tip prodded firmly around his ring, yet not quite on it. Spurts and strings of pre-cum splattered between Faust's cheeks and made things slippery and hard to use, but after a slight adjustment, the tapering end of the knotted cock met with his ring, pressing firmly to his clenching hole. The Arcanine seemed to sense that he'd found his mark and he reached out with a front paw, planting it against Faust's head and smearing sand into his fur as he pushed him down, forcing him onto the cock. Faust let out a whimper as he felt the member slip into him, stretching his ring further than he had anticipated and leaving him with a sensation of feeling full the deeper it went. He was unable to pull up and adjust, for the needy, eager Arcanine kept his front paw firm, pushing him lower and lower as the Pokémon's tongue lolled and he panted wildly, driven purely by pleasure and the need to fuck.

A passionate yet uncomfortable groan escaped Faust's lips as the combination of pleasure and stinging discomfort sparked through his body, cascading to every limb and forcing his muscles to tense and squeeze in all the right places for the Arcanine beneath him. He couldn't see how much he had taken, but it felt like a lot-- he could feel the tapering end of the cock prodding his belly, forcing it to bulge ever so slightly at first, but it quickly became more than just a minor protrusion the deeper he sank thanks to the Pokémon's eager paw.

"S-Slow down--" Faust asked, but just as he spoke the Arcanine shifted, suddenly pushing his hips up against Faust's behind, the Pokémon using his own upper body as leverage to ease his hips up, effectively curling his body inwards ever so slightly. Faust arched his back and hissed through his teeth as the member somehow sunk deeper, but it eventually met a combination of resistance and its own limitation; the knot, swollen and needy, pressed firmly to the goat's behind and kissed with his cheeks, swelling hungrily against his behind with each turgid throb of the cock itself. With the Arcanine fully embedded in him, Faust was half-relieved, half-shocked-- he never knew he could take so much, but he was thankful that's all it was, for he wasn't sure if he could have managed another inch.

As much as Faust wanted to go at his own pace, his Arcanine had other ideas. When the goat shifted and tried to adjust, the Pokémon pulled back, pushed his legs downward and loosening his paw from Faust's head as he tucked his hips down in an effort to slide out of the goat's hole, before he thrust up against, his back paws curling with delight as he sunk in once more, using the combined force of his front paw again to push the 10-year-old down. Faust felt a mixture of intense pleasure intermingled with numbing discomfort spike up his body, and he shuddered, reaching out to desperately clutch to the Arcanine's chest as the Pokémon pulled back again. With that, the Arcanine back in on a series of sloppy yet rhythmic thrusts as he squirmed and struggled his hips to pump his thick, throbbing cock in and out of the boy's behind, each loose yet eager thrust forcing his knot against the boy's ring. The Arcanine was so pent-up, so eager to breed that his member was already beginning to spurt and paint Faust's innards with precum, and after only a few thrusts did their sex become vividly audible, each thrust accentuated by a messy, wet slap. The pre-cum oozed from around the Arcanine's cock and splattered against the Pokémon's knot, covering it in a thin film of pre-seed as the Arcanine continued. Faust, meanwhile, could only endure, pressed against the Pokémon's underbelly with his head held down by one imposing paw-- the thrusts alone took all the energy out of him, causing him to only whimper and gasp with every other hump, his muscles tensing and innards clamping down over and over.

Faust wasn't sure how much more he could take, for each powerful thrust stretched both his tight ring as well as his stomach, and each throb of the cock coaxed and grazed his prostate, forcing his member to harden between the two of them, pleasured and stimulated by the heat and softness of the Arcanine's fur. Every other thrust had him huffing and moaning quietly under his breath, and the sheer combination of sensations made his mind foggy, to the point where he couldn't even focus on his surroundings to check if someone was watching them. Sharp stabs of pleasure shot up his body and he was unable to stop himself from moaning under his breath, and each little gasp and quiver seemed to encourage the Arcanine to keep thrusting, the Pokémon's bouncing hips slowly picking up speed over time.

It soon became clear from the Arcanine's snorting and huffing with each rapid thrust that he was getting close, and though Faust had a feeling he couldn't take the knot, it seemed like the Arcanine was intent on tying with him. As the Pokémon's thrusts slowed, they grew more ferocious, pressing firmly to the 10-year-old's ass and kneading against his spasming ring, each press and push attempting to loosen Faust's muscles and grant him entry. The goat clenched as much as possible, purely out of instinct more than anything else, but his muscles inevitably began to loosen under such a powerful assault, and slowly Faust's ring began to stretch, accommodating the massive, swelling knot.

Faust gasped and trembled against his Pokémon as he felt the thick knot stretching his numb ring far beyond its natural limits, causing the cub to grimace and grit his teeth as it slipped deeper and deeper. He eventually passed the thickest part of the knot and the rest slipped in within an instant, pushing past the boy's inner sphincter and tying with him completely. It only took a few eager thrusts after that-- though they were more like tugs, the Arcanine pulling back to stimulate his knot-- along with Faust's tight inner walls to bring the Arcanine to orgasm, and with one final growl as Arcanine pushed Faust down with his paw, his feral toes curling.

A sudden heat spread through Faust's stomach as he felt the cock pulsing against his bulging stomach, spurting thick and heavy ropes of cum deep into the boy's behind. The knot swelled and stretched his inner walls as the Pokémon climaxed, and each vivid throb stimulated his prostate and made the boy feel full and heavy. His belly swelled ever so slightly with each spurt as the Arcanine's knot made sure to keep every last drop of cum inside, and as his innards became more and more full with cum, the stranger Faust felt. He began to tremble against the Arcanine even more as the pressure within him grew and he suddenly shuddered, feeling his little cock twitch and tense wildly with his sudden, abrupt orgasm; he painted both the Arcanine's fur and his own with sticky little strings of seed, leaving the squashed gasp between their bodies gooey and wet.

Faust laid there panting as the Arcanine above him happily panted himself, eyes closed and tongue lolled from his mouth-- the Pokémon was even drooling a little. As Faust tried to ease himself up, he found that he had little to no strength to do so. His arms trembled with the exertion alone and he collapsed back onto the Arcanine's chest, realising that even if he managed to sit up, he'd still be stuck. His eyelids dropped as his body ached for rest; though he was aware he could be caught at any time, a nap sounded pretty good.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Faust drifted into a light yet meaningful sleep.



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When Faust awoke later on, he found himself in an entirely different location. Rather than feeling the sand beneath him or the warmth of his Arcanine, he instead felt the coolness of shaded grass. There was no sun to warm his body nor blind his eyes and as he blearily opened them to scan his surroundings, he realised that most of the shade was thanks to his Pokémon. Faust found himself nestled between the trunk of a tree and the Arcanine himself, his clothes and backpack in a small pile, dotted with slobber. The back of his neck ached ever so slightly and he quickly deduced that his Pokémon had scooped him up and carried him out of plain sight and into the outskirts of the forest between the Golden Coast and Cindermite-- sure enough, as he craned his head to see above the Pokémon's tall form, he saw the beach in the distance, a small jog away.

With a groan, Faust tried to stand and winced, his ass sore from such a vigorous pounding and knotting however long ago. He reached out for his shorts and dragged them towards him, rifling through the pocket until he found his cell phone, checking the time-- it had been around 1pm when they'd reached the Golden Coast, and it was now nearing 4pm. They could rush to Cindermite with ease, but due to how aching he felt, he decided it'd be better to just camp outside-- plus, his Pokémon needed space to stretch their legs, and they weren't going to get that in a cramped hotel room.

For a moment he laid there, catching his breath and examining himself. The cum on his stomach had more or less dried up, but his ass was still leaking here and there. He didn't want to be caught bottomless, but the thought of staining his underwear or shorts because of his carelessness sounded worse. At the very least, Faust pulled on his T-Shirt, and it was thankfully long enough to cover his front if he needed to. With that, he strapped his utility belt around his waist and stuffed his shorts into his backpack, slinging it in as he attempted to stand. His Arcanine had been snoozing, but when he sensed Faust's movement he awoke and turned his head towards the cub, sniffing along his front and dipping down to his loins for just a moment or two before getting to his feet. Faust attempted to ease himself off the tree and walk on his own, but he wobbled and staggered, forced to hold onto the Arcanine. With a pat, Faust urged his Pokémon to lower and the Arcanine surprisingly obeyed him, dipping enough and pressing his belly to the floor so that Faust could mount him.

They only travelled a short distance, and there was a good reason for that: Faust was specifically keeping an eye out for a good camping spot. he needed somewhere spacious enough for all his Pokémon as well a place nearby for fresh water. Thankfully, such a place made itself known as they wandered-- not far from the main path leading to Cindermite, paved with stone, was a small river that came from the Golden Coast and led deeper into the forest. Faust didn't have to tell his Arcanine to follow it, and the Pokémon dutifully made his way along until they found themselves as a small clearing directly next to the river-- perfect.

The Arcanine set him down and, despite the aching between his legs, Faust set to work. There wasn't much that needed to be done, and he thankfully didn't have to do it on his own. The 10-year-old wasted no time in letting his Pokémon loose from their Pokéballs: his Charizard, Zangoose, Feraligatr, Krookodile and Alolan Ninerails respectively, not counting his Arcanine. His Luxray would have joined them, but he actually had someone new in his party: a Goodra, whom he'd swapped out during the Ashen Plains when he knew he'd be nearing forest-like areas. His Luxray was resting peacefully in his storage system.

With the aid of the twins, the Feraligatr and Krookodile respectively, Faust had a tent put up not too far from the river, but not too close to its bank as to end up sleeping on wet ground. It could have been up within a handful of minutes, but as usual, the twins spent more time making up elaborate pranks and jokes for the other Pokémon, and Faust, rather than doing what he asked. However, Faust couldn't really scold either of them, because he couldn't even get to his feet to do it himself and effectively relied on them. On some level, it felt like they took advantage of that-- but, in the end, the tent was eventually put up and Faust's Goodra was kind enough to collect some sticks for a fire. Hi Charizard, being his usual surly self, merely wandered around nearby and kept curious wild Pokémon away.

The sun was slowly beginning to set, but not just yet. Over time, Faust gathered more and more feeling in his legs, but he didn't get as much time to rest as he would have liked-- the mere sight of him being bottomless was enough to stir the amusement and intrigue of his Pokémon, who on multiple occasions tried to initiate something with him, only to relent when he didn't start to reciprocate or allow them to do so. Were he not a little sore, he would have liked to join in, but the ache didn't help to stimulate him. Eventually, he and his Pokémon sat around the campfire as the light began to dwindle, chewing meat, berries and the like. The hierarchy between his Pokémon was clear by the way they sat: his Charizard closest to him, and the rest circled around at a distance, not wanting to upset what is Faust's very first Pokémon. The goat couldn't blame them-- the Charizard was strangely territorial when it came to him, a habit that Faust had been unable to shake from him.

When food was eaten, it became clear what some of his Pokémon wanted. They had all been witness to the lewd antics he had partaken in during the Ashen Plains, a semi-public spectacle that, frankly, he had never indulged before. Faust was sad to think that his relationship with his Pokémon had been changed forever, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing...after all, they did make him feel good, when they didn't stuff 13 or so inches of Arcanine dick in his behind. What was most surprising, however, was his Charizard-- he was normally quite socially awkward and not all that affection, but Faust found himself the object of the Charizard's interest at that moment, the Pokémon leaning his head down to graze and nuzzle his draconic snout against the top of the cub's head. Faust let him do as he liked-- who was he to turn down some nice cuddles?

After a while, however, it became clear he wanted a little more, for his little nuzzles turned into slow and tender licks, and he squirmed in his seat, huffing through his nostrils as he doted on Faust. The other Pokémon of the group were either watching or idly resting-- his Alolan Ninetales, especially, was quite the disinterested sort. Faust shifted in his seat and turned his head slightly to see the length of the Charizard's humanoid cock already at half-mast, twitching and steadily growing with his arousal. When the Charizard caught sight of Faust looking, he shifted and turned, moving to face him a little more, as if he wanted Faust to reach out and touch him. A tingle of desire crept of Faust's spine and though he felt inclined to reach out and touch the Charizard's body, he didn't want a repeat of last time-- his stomach twisted with the thought of him taking the reigns, for once. Perhaps that may allow him control over his Pokémon! It may not be the smartest idea, but for a 'genius' 10-year-old on the cusp of his puberty, it was the best he could come up with.

"No," Faust insisted, pressing a hand to the Charizard's front and trying to push him. "Lay down."

To Faust's surprise, the Charizard obliged-- maybe it was because he expected Faust to subserviently pleasure him, but the goat had a different idea in mind. As the dragon Pokémon shifted and flopped himself onto his back, wings spread out across the grass, Faust wrestled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, once again in the nude. The cub rose to his feet and stumbled ever so slightly, still trying to gather strength in his legs. He managed to make his way over towards the Charizard, narrowly avoiding his flaming tail as he stood in between the Pokemon's legs. The Charizard stared at him with a piercing gaze, his eyes flicking from Faust to his own loins, the turgid humanoid cock pulsing at full mast, eager to be touch. Faust didn't want to admit it, but he was getting a little aroused too, spurred on by the thought of dominating his Pokémon. His little humanoid cock, 4 inches of length, slowly pulsed to half-hardness at the sight of the Charizard's spread legs, and though Faust was aware that eyes were upon him, he still took the lead.

Lifting his hand, the young goat spat into his palm and lowered it down towards his loins, slickening up his stiffening member with his own spit as the Charizard stared, looking decidedly nervous, yet interested. Faust didn't peg the Pokémon for the type to bottom, yet the strange look in his eyes told Faust all he needed to know. The goat scooted forwards, getting down onto his knees so that he could probably get in between the Pokémon's legs, angling his member down and watching with a burning intensity as he smeared the head of his humanoid cock down into the crease beneath the Charizard's balls and the base of his tail, where there laid a sensitive, taut ring. Of course, Faust wasn't exactly that large and he was sure that it'd be an easy fit for him rather than a snug one, but regardless he pushed, groaning quietly as the head of his cock slipped down into the intoxicating warmth of the Charizard's behind.

A shudder rolled through the cub's young form as he plunged, sliding the few inches he needed to actually penetrate his Charizard completely, his pelvis settled down against the scaled Pokémon's crotch. Between the Charizard's belly and Faust's own body, the Pokémon's turgid, humanoid cock fervently twitched between them, betraying the Charizard's arousal. Faust nestled himself against the Pokémon for a moment, relishing the sensation of his squeezing inner walls, before he pulled back and gasped, the gripping of the Pokémon's ring pulling against his flesh, coaxing his foreskin to cover the head of his cock as he slid back. He groaned quietly again under his breath before plunging back down, his legs wobbling with the exertion of his sex, coupled with the sheer pleasure as well as the numbness of his used behind from earlier in the day.

It took some adjustment and some effort, but Faust slowly began to into a natural rhythm, his breathing slow and gentle as he slid his hips in and out. The Charizard beneath him merely growled and grunted with every other thrust, each plunge eliciting a wild throb from his member that encouraged Faust to keep going, spurred on by his Pokémon's enjoyment. The 10-year-old tried not to look too much in the direction of his other Pokémon, but in the moments that he did he knew most of them were watching, some with eager and aroused interest and others with slight bemusement, both of which caused Faust to feel a little self-conscious. The more that he continued, the more interested the rest of his Pokémon got, until a few of them were beginning to circle and watch-- and Faust was sure he spotted a few wandering eyes within the trees above, too.

Reaching out to steady himself via the Charizard's short, stubby knees, Faust slowly picked up the pace as his pleasure grew. The goat wasn't necessarily pent-up, especially considering that his Arcanine had all but spent him not that long ago, but this was the first time he'd actually took the reigns with one of his Pokémon and the situation which he was in-- that was, the fact he was in a fairly open forest, being watched by many-- only served to stimulate him further, at least from a mental perspective. With each thrust, pleasure spiked up his spine and little whimpers escaped his lips, occasionally dipping into long and sensual groans. His fingers curled against the Charizard's orange scales and the sounds of their sex became lewd and wet as whatever pre-cum Faust could conjure from his aroused cock smeared along his length with every thrust, making each thrust easier and noisier than the last.

It didn't take long for Faust to feel the familiar tightening in his loins that tended to signal his climax, and he sped up purely on instinct alone, lidding his gaze as he bucked his hips back and forth, watching the Charizard's balls jiggle and his cock twitch as the cub's pelvis met with the Pokémon's ass over and over. Faust's whimpers of delight turned into huffing pants as his heartbeat quickened and his body ached for rest-- yet the endorphins that rushed through his system due to the pleasure he felt dulled the ache and encouraged him further, making him pick up more and more speedy. His knees wobbled as they attempted to keep him in his kneeling position and Faust slowly leant over, closing his eyes as he felt the tight, intense feeling rise.

With a sharp gasp and a shudder, Faust's body trembled as he felt himself tip over the metaphorical edge of his climax, and the pleasure reached an intense peak. He pushed forwards, humping harder than before as his Charizard crooned and grunted before him, his innards clamped down and squeezing as if he knew his trainer was close. After only a few humps, Faust sighed and plunged deep, leaning forwards to rest against the Pokémon and his throbbing cock as Faust's member vividly twitched inside the creature, spurting tiny little strings. They shot from the end of his member with a certain degree of force but didn't travel far inside of the Charizard's behind, and the Pokémon's clamping inner walls milked the cub's cock for all it was worth, coaxing every last spurt and drop of seed from his cock. Faust could do nothing but moan and pant against the Pokémon's member, his muscles relaxed and his body tired.

He laid there for a little while-- barely longer than a few breaths if that-- before he felt hands on his back, stroking up and down his furred form before abruptly lifting him up without any care for his spent cock still firmly inside the Charizard's behind. The awkward angle in which the goat withdraw from the Pokémon had the cub hissing briefly, his member tucked all the way downwards before it bobbed right back up to its near-horizontal angle as he was dragged up the Charizard's body and laid against his rotund belly. Faust was confused at first and immediately assumed that the Charizard had pulled him up, but he was surprised when he instead felt five distinct fingers against his fingers, exploring his plump, chubby cheeks. When Faust raised his head to the dragon-type Pokémon, his vision of the Charizard's face was quickly and abruptly obscured by a white, bulging belly-- one that belonged to his Kroodokile, who had unceremoniously stepped over the Charizard's neck and knelt against the Pokémon's chest. Faust could hear his Charizard growling his annoyance, but the Krookogile ignored him: the Pokémon's gaze was fixed intently on Faust.

The young cub shifted and briefly craned his head back, catching a glimpse of the Krookodile's hatchling twin, Faust's Feraligatr, playing with his ass, stood in between the Charizard's spread legs, before the Krookodile placed a hand on his head and turned him back around, wanting his full attention. Faust peered up at him and found himself staring down the length of the Pokémon's snout and deep into his golden eyes. A sudden warmth nudged Faust's lips and he looked down to see the Krookile's decidedly reptilian cock, complete with a flat knot at the base and a coned tip, probing against his muzzle, wanting some attention. The 10-year-old was initially hesitant but eventually parted his lips, letting the slender end of the member slip into his mouth and glide down his tongue.

Behind him, Faust felt the Feraligatr's hands stretching his cheeks as if to inspect his ass, and after a few moments, the cub felt the heat of a mass pressing between his cheeks, kneading against his slightly sore behind. He couldn't turn his head to see thanks to the Krookodile's imposing clawed hand, but he guessed by the way it seemed to twitch against his ring that it was the Feraligatr's cock, as slender as the Krookodile's own. As the Pokémon in front of him slid forwards, so did the one behind, as if they intended to meet in the middle. As they thrust, Faust trembled atop the Charizard, whose cock nudged against his inner thigh, unable to really reach anything yet eager for attention. Faust, sadly, could not pleasure him.

Faust had expected his discomfort to be at an all-time high, but to his surprise, he found it easier to take than the Arcanine, his ring stretching to accommodate the further and further his Feraligatr plunged until the Pokémon's knot met with his entrance. On the other end, the Krookodile chittered and growled as he sunk deep into Faust's mouth, but he didn't stuff himself deep into the boy's throat, aware that he needed to breathe-- though he clearly wanted more, he seemed careful and mindful and instead needed the few inches he could get into Faust's muzzle, the tapering end threatening to plunge into the cub's throat but not going too far.

Slowly the two Pokémon started to thrust and hump, keeping their own individual rhythms as Faust lay between them, slowly but steadily enduring their movements. He found himself getting used to them rather quickly-- his Arcanine was particularly eager and unpredictable, like a puppy, but the two pranksters were strangely more measured and firm, their thrusts slow and tender, yet laboured with arousal and intensity. The Krookodile before him growled and huffed, and Faust soon began to taste his pre-cum, the cub's spit helping to slicken up his movements. In turn, the lewd sounds of the Feraligatr pounding the young cub's ass began to grow more and more audible over time as the Pokémon's pre-cum coated his cock and lubed up Faust's innards. Faust grunted and whimpered against the Krookodile's mouth as the Ferliagatr's thrusts slowly ground against his prostate, stimulating his member to hardness despite his recent orgasm. Though he quickly got hard from the pleasurable thrusts, he knew he couldn't cum again.

It didn't take long for them to pick up speed, and Feraligatr was arguably quicker and harder than his twin, his hands firmly gripping and holding onto the goat's hips, his claws digging against his flesh as he bucked back and forth. He plunged all the way from tip to base each time, huffing wildly and Faust's innards clamped down, squeezing firmly around the Pokémon's pistoning, intruding cock. With every other thrust, Faust shuddered, eventually closing his eyes and simply focusing on the feeling, as well as the movement of his tongue-- after all, it seemed only fair to try and please the Pokemon before him...wasn't that the duty of a trainer.

The Feraligatr behind the boy began to huff with an audibly greater intensity, his movements becoming slower and his gripping cyan hands tugging Faust towards him ever so slightly, which in turn encouraged the Krookodile to push forwards to get his 'fair share', snarling at his twin from across the Goat's spit-roasted frame. Their argument lasted no longer than a handful of seconds, for the Feraligatr behind Faust suddenly sighed and pushed forwards, kneading his knot greedily against the cub's backside as his member throbbed fully inside of him, plunged as deep as the Arcanine had been before. The 10-year-old could feel the turgid throbs of the Pokémon's cock against his prostate, stretching his innards and painting the deepest, most intimate parts of him with thick globules of seed. Without a knot to keep it all in, it quickly began to ooze from around the sides, spurting across the Feraligatr's knot and dribbling down his yellow and blue scaled front. The Pokémon kept himself full inside as Faust groggily laid there, enjoying the peculiar warmth that spread to every corner of his body, accentuated by the annoyed rumbling of the Charizard beneath him.

With the Feraligatr firmly inside of him, spent but enjoying the feeling of warmth around his cock, Faust did his best to turn his attention to the Krookodile, reaching out with his hands to touch with the Pokémon's stomach as the reptile Pokémon continued to thrust back and forth, delighted at the feeling of it's length being nursed by the cub's mouth. The 10-year-old's tongue roamed back and forth, coiling around and trying to smear spit across the top end before curling back to the underside. The Krookodile seemed to greatly enjoy the explorative tongue and he pushed forwards, kneading the tapered end of the cock towards the back of the cub's throat, not quite pushing down-- though it was clear he wanted to. The Pokémon's pleasured growling and humping slowly grew more intense and Faust didn't need to look up at him to imagine what his expression was like. Faust slowly tried to push his head forward and back, but the Krookodile's hand kept him firmly in place so that he could thrust as he wished.

The 10-year-old didn't have to wait long for the other twin to find his release, for after what felt like a handful of minutes the Krookodile's gentle, delightful growling turned into quiet grunts, that he elicited in time with his thrusts, his chest and belly heavy back and forth as a sign of his impending orgasm. Faust scrunched his eyes up as the Pokémon shoved harder and harder, jabbing the back of his mouth with the end of his cock, and such force seemed to only pleasure the Pokémon further. After a few more rigid humps, the Krookodile suddenly pulled back until his tip reached the goat's muzzle, and with a sharp growl followed by a low and sensual hiss, Faust tasted the fruits of his labours. Thick, wet splatters of cum shot across his tongue and pooled down towards the back of his throat, where he tried his best to gulp and swallow, keeping his mouth open to avoid locking all of it inside in the event he couldn't manage to swallow it all-- as it so happened, some trickled from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, for the flow of cum came faster than his needy gulps.

Eventually, the Krookodile pulled back and when it did so the goat was abruptly lifted, much to Faust's surprise. Clawed hands held tightly to his sides as he was hoisted off of the Charizard beneath him, and his vision blurred as he was suddenly flung backwards, 'landing' on what felt like scales. He quickly realised that the Feraligatr had effectively flopped onto his back and taken the boy with him, his cock still fully embedded in the 10-year-old's behind. Faust instinctively clenched his muscles as they moved, of course, and the Feraligatr seemed to greatly appreciate the warmth and tightness, his hands snaking around to cling to Faust's stomach, keeping him close to the Pokémon's chest. Nearby, Faust's Charizard rolled to his side and sulked, annoyed that he hadn't been given the release he so craved, and the Krookodile plopped himself down beside the fire, smitten and spent. With the cub and his Feraligatr settled, all Faust could really do was look up at the night sky, warmed by the nearby fire. His body ached and his rear stung with yet another pounding, yet he didn't feel regretful-- in fact, he'd rather enjoyed it, on some level. In time, he was sure his other Pokémon would get their turn.

For now, however, he would rest. Their next stop was Cindermite, and he had a feeling he'd have a long gym battle ahead of him...