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After clearing out the Death-Scyther the group takes time to rest and recover, and Frankie lets out all of his pent up sexual energy", "writing": "[u][center]Chapter 57: You Gotta Break Out a Few Eggs[/center][/u]\n\n“… and when I reached Kalos I saw the big blast of Aura to the southwest and took off. Then your battle led me here.” Lloyd’s story had taken until after sundown to finish.\n\nDespite being tired, everyone had stayed up to hear Lloyd’s story. Cassandra turned to face the Dewott-man, “So the River Mothers didn’t become conquerors or invaders?”\n\nLloyd sounded surprised, “No, we just took back all the homes we lost to the other invading tribes. The river is our life and we have it back thanks to you. Why are you crying?”\n\nTears streamed from the hybrid Braixen-woman’s eyes and she tried to rub them clear, “Thank Arceus, I… I… I’m so sorry, Lloyd, it was all our fault!”\n\nLloyd was taken aback as his master flung herself on him and sobbed as much in relief as sorrow. All Lloyd could do was pat her back as she sobbed out words.\n\n“We… the Auras were invaders! We took… from other tribes… and drove them away… some to the Kogun who came to take us… the rest into your home… we did it… I was so ashamed… when I saw your aura-dreads… that I had almost destroyed your home… and now… you way of life… I… I… WAAAAAAAAAH!” Cassandra broke down completely, sobbing and collapsing into Lloyd’s arms.\n\nLloyd just stroked Cassandra’s head, “It’s alright, you saved us. We always had trouble with other tribes and if it wasn’t for you the Aqua Merchants would have enslaved us all. Even then, you didn’t do any of that. But if you need to hear it, we forgive you.”\n\nFrankie pulled a still sobbing Cassandra into his arms and they lay down together as she sobbed into his chest. “I’m here. We’re all here Cassy. Just sleep,” the Gardevoir-man whispered into her ear. Eventually, as everyone else lay down, Cassandra’s crying gave way to muffled whimpering as she hugged Frankie and fell asleep.\n\nThey all rose early the next morning, as the stench of the Death-Scyther and Death-Scizor corpses reached them. They quickly packed up their gear and hurried out of the quarry back to Sloan.\n\nThe Conkeldurr-man foreman, Chomps Lewis, was at his post as they arrived. “Well, did you pull it off?”\n\nDee winced back slightly so Alex answered, “Yes, the mated pair and their swarm are dead. Some might have fled but the quarry itself was Death-Scyther free by the time we left.” He pointed a thumb back over his shoulder, “you can go see their corpses if you need to confirm it.”\n\nChomps shook his head as he stood up, “No, I see it in your eyes, you really did it. You have my thanks,” he reached into his overalls pocket then handed $500 to Alex, “Here, you earned it.”\n\n“Not just that!” Crafty’s grinned as she held two of the Death-Scyther eggs over her head, “We brought breakfast!”\n\n“Hot damn, are those real Death-Scyther eggs?” Chomps counted the number being held by the rest of the group then turned back into the camp and shouted, “Rise and shine boys!” His voice carried through and as a few of the workers emerged he continued, “quarry’s clear so we’re back to work. First thing is to clear out all the bodies but before that, breakfast! Tell Jas to fire up her stove because there’s Death-Scyther omelets on the menu!”\n\nA cheer went up from the worker as their new heroes passed into the camp and headed for the meal hall. Dee yawned then turned to Chomps before he left, “Chomps, can we borrow some of your bunks for the day? We didn’t get much sleep last night.”\n\nChomps nodded and gestured to the buildings, “Go ahead, there’s a few that haven’t been used in months. Just make sure you’re out of here by evening or you’ll get a rough wake-up call.”\n\n“Thank you.” Dee watched all the Machop, Machoke, Timburr and Girdurr-people enter the meal hall and gulped but a loving arm from Helios eased her nerves and they entered together.\n\nThe friends were cheered as they entered and handed the Death-Scyther eggs over to Jas, a Sneasel-woman, who whistled in surprise, “Haven’t seen that many in so long. Hope you’re all hungry because these gotta be cooked today!” her announcement sent up another cheer as she called for her assistants to help prepare breakfast.\n\nAs they took a seat on the benches for the food tables, a bunch of the workers couldn’t help but stare at Lloyd’s exposed breasts as he sat down, though none wanted to say anything rude to one who’d given them their jobs back. Lloyd couldn’t help but smirk at the reactions of more urbanise Poke-people to the minimal dress his tribe used.\n\n“Sorry, I’m taken,” the Dewott-man prodded one of his nipple rings which made the rest of the hall avert their gazes in a mix of embarrassment, arousal and some in confusion at hearing the very masculine voice coming from Lloyd, who just rolled his eyes, “I’m going to get that reaction a lot around here.”\n\n“We’ll get used to it,” Crafty couldn’t help but smile at the reactions. Alex rolled his eyes but said nothing.\n\nThe omelets the cooks brought out were massive! As expected from the Death-Scyther eggs used to make them. Everyone was eager to reap the benefits of their job well done, as each was too big for any one of them to eat entirely on their own, even Dee had to split hers with Lloyd as did Holly and Crafty with one more shared between the rest of their friends and the workers sharing the rest of them. Chomps Lewis was eager to get the work started and so hurried them through the meal and out the door.\n\nIt took a while for them to finish the rest of their meals before they headed for the bunks for a late morning sleep. Alex stayed behind and gathered up their dishes and take them to the kitchen.\n\n“You didn’t have to do that,” Jas said as Alex approached, somewhat unsteady with the pile of dishes from his table.\n\n“I’m not tired enough to sleep yet, and- Whoa!” Alex slipped on a dropped piece of food and fell sideways.\n\nA blur of blue stopped the Ninetales-man from hitting the ground as Lloyd caught the four plates that had fallen from the pile and held Alex stable at the same time. “Gotcha!” he helped Alex to stand and held the four plates in his hands.\n\nAlex let out a sigh of relief, “Thanks.”\n\nJas swiped her forehead, “Whew, don’t wanna lose those. I won’t turn down willing help though,” she motioned for them to follow her back into the kitchen. As expected of a work camp, the kitchen was rather industrial with large sinks and stoves powered by an electric generator. Alex and Lloyd deposited the dishes by a sink that was already filled with soapy water.\n\n“Alright, I’ll get washing,” Alex started loading the dishes into the sink.\n\n“You sure?” the Sneasel-woman watched as Alex started to scrub.\n\n“I want to open my own restaurant some day, I’ll probably have to get used to this,” Alex didn’t look up from his washing.\n\n“Can I help too?” Lloyd stood by which drew the attention of the three other kitchen assistants.\n\n“You can dry them,” Jas tossed a towel to him, “alright people stop staring, they’re just breasts, half of us have them too.” She clapped her hands and the rest returned to the more complicated clean ups.\n\nLloyd grabbed each dish as Alex dunked them in the rinsing water and dried them, the heat from the kitchen starting to make the intersex Dewott-man sweat. Once that was done, Jas came by to put them away and thanked them for the help, but said she would prefer if they left the bigger jobs to her and her helpers.\n\nLloyd stretched once they were outside, “Ugg, I’ll never get used to that.”\n\n“Being indoors?” Alex glanced sideways at the Dewott-man as they made their way to the lookout post.\n\n“All of this urbanised stuff,” Lloyd eyed the chairs at the desk that served as the lookout post. Alex sat down and leaned on the table while Lloyd just looked at the chair for a minute before he eventually sat down. A chair with a back was something he was unused to, as the seats in the meal hall were backless benches.\n\nThey sat in silence for a few minutes as Lloyd tried to get comfortable. Eventually, Lloyd turned to look at Alex, who was half-trying to avoid looking at the intersex Dewott-man.\n\n“Well, are you gonna ask?” Lloyd’s question was direct but not accusing.\n\n“About what?” Alex kept his eyes on the road.\n\n“About my tribe, my lack of dress, anything?” Lloyd sounded more amused than anything.\n\nAlex sighed, but since he was invited he decided to just unload the questions on his mind, “Alright, so if you’re topless why are you bothering with the shorts when you don’t care about being exposed?”\n\n“You ever get sand or dirt up your ass or under your foreskin?”\n\n“Ugg! No!” Alex shuddered at the mere mention of the idea.\n\n“That’s why,” Lloyd rolled his eyes, “a lot of kids refuse to wear one until that happens and they, or their friends, have to get cleaned out. And we have pockets,” he stuck a hand into a pocket on the side then saw Alex still grimacing. “You alright?”\n\nAlex shuddered, “My wife’s a doctor so I’ve heard worse, still…” he shuddered again and hurriedly moved to the next question, “How are you so well-spoken? Most Tribals I met back in the NKR were stuck in Poke-speak or weren’t so articulate.”\n\nLloyd finally leaned back against the chair, “We had a lot of interaction with traders because we lived by the only fresh water source in that area, so we moved past Poke-speak long before I hatched.”\n\n“Are you worried what people will say when we go into a city or… anywhere?” Alex turned to face Lloyd.\n\n“Worried for what?” Lloyd smirked, “I’m not gonna stick around and they can’t force me out if they tried,” he patted the scalchops attached to his sides just above the waist. “You said you wanted to open a restaurant? What’s a restaurant?”\n\n“A place where people pay to eat food made by someone else,” Alex smiled, “I thought I’d lost that dream with my friends and Kitun Caravans, but Dee and the others helped me save it.”\n\n“Why don’t you ask Jas for that omelet recipe,” Lloyd pointed back at the meal hall, “It was really good.” He patted his middle, “Most filling meal I’ve had in a while,” he couldn’t help but laugh.\n\n“Not a lot of Death-Scyther to harvest eggs from, that or I’d have to find a cage big and strong enough to keep a mother Death-Scizor captive and seeing those two from a distance was enough,” Alex shuddered at the memory of the fight the previous day. “My grandma left me a recipe book I’m going to use to make my menu, stuff I ate all the time when I was growing up.” He reached into his pocket where the book was but felt something else along with it. Confused, he pulled out a letter with a flower seal keeping it shut.\n\n“What’s that?” Lloyd was curious.\n\nAlex’s glared at the picture, “A letter from the Kogun to Dee. I forgot I had it.”\n\nLloyd’s hand shot instinctually to one of his scalchops, “What do they want?” he sounded ready to fight as his aura sense flared up in case they were being watched.\n\n“To see her for some reason,” Alex’s voice was just as harsh, “I’m not sure what its about but she needs to know.” He felt the letter and found something large inside that he hadn’t noticed before, “I’ll give it to her when she gets up and let her decide.” He pocketed the letter again.\n\n“It’s gotta be a trap,” Lloyd didn’t relax, “They know the danger she poses so they probably plan to kill her.”\n\n“Or enslave her,” Alex sounded grim as he scanned the road, also suspecting they might be being watched, “She’s young, fertile and sexy, they’d want to use her for breeding. Maybe they hope her natural skill with Aura will transfer to her children.”\n\n“So, throw it out!” Lloyd eyed Alex’s pocket where he’d stashed the letter.\n\n“That’s her decision, not mine. But after everything she’s done for me I’m not going to let her walk into any trap alone.” Alex sat forwards, “Sorry for killing the mood.”\n\nLloyd tried to relax, but was only able to take his hand off the scalchops, “Better that we know now. You have a mate?”\n\n“My wife, Gertrude. She’s a Zigzagoon-woman. We have a home in Trovitopolis in the New Orange Pass and a son named Flair, also Zigzagoon-boy.” Alex relaxed a bit, “That’s where I want to open up my restaurant.”\n\nIt was shortly after noon when the rest of the group woke up and headed outside, to find the two still in conversation. “Sleep well?” Alex turned in his chair and Lloyd jumped to his feet as the rest of the group approached.\n\n“Slept great, but that’s all we did.” Crafty stretched, “Way too tired after yesterday.”\n\n“So where to next?” Lloyd asked, turning to Dee.\n\n“Before you answer, here,” Alex stood and handed the Kogun’s letter to Dee, “A Thievul-man visited us while you were in Galar and told me to give you this and that it would guarantee safe passage into their lands.”\n\n“Hideyoshi,” Dee’s blood ran cold as she remembered the slaughter of Coumarine City.\n\n“No fucking way!” Helios growled as Dee broke the seal and opened the letter. “Why didn’t you tell us, Alex! I would have incinerated that monster!”\n\nAlex folded his arms and matched Helios’ glare, “So you wouldn’t run off, probably into a trap, and leave Dee wondering if she’d ever see you again or finding you dead when she returned. That and this was a letter for her, not you.” He turned to the pale-faced shiny Lucario-woman, “What does it say?”\n\nDee had pulled out the letter and with it a long chain bracelet with a steel tag bearing the Oda flower emblem attached, “Emperor Nobunaga wants to meet me and this emblem will guarantee me safe passage along with one bodyguard into his fort. We cross at Cottonwood Cove.” She held up the bracelet and it spun to reveal writing on the other side, “Writing’s old, but it says something about Nobunaga.”\n\nAlex held out a hand, “May I?” When Dee held the emblem close Alex was able to read, “It’s a collar and it says that the wearer of this is the property of Emperor Nobunaga, that means no one is to touch you. It also means when you’re finished his task he intends to claim you as his own.” He saw the looks of surprise and disgust on his companion’s faces, “I traded in Kogun lands once, before I knew what they were like. It was safe and profitable and the other merchants I met said it was the best money they’d ever made, but once I saw what it was like I decided to never go back for that again. I saw the other enslaved Poke-women all wearing collars like this.”\n\n“Then throw it out!” Helios glared at the emblem, “or better yet: let me melt it!”\n\n“No,” Dee put the collar in one of her pockets. There was a pause and Dee saw their surprised looks so she explained, “Mr. House said he needed me to go to the Kogun’s fort for something and this might be the only way I can get there safely.”\n\n“So we’re going to help Mr. House take over Kalos?” Frankie sounded nervous.\n\n“I don’t know yet, but if I need to go there, I can’t just give it up.” Dee took a deep breath to calm her nerves then checked her Rotom-Boy, “this road leads to Camp Silverman. Let’s go talk to Zade before we make any decisions.” Everyone agreed then they set up north up the road.\n\nThe walk north went uninterrupted, any Death-Scyther had run off without the mated pair to keep them around and their presence had chased off any other wildlife or raiders in the area. They stopped to rest at an old train station for the night. It was oddly peaceful for the wasteland, but welcomingly so.\n\nAfter they ate, as the sun was setting, Crafty sat next to Frankie on the train platform. “Thank you for saving me, I know it was overwhelming,” she leaned over and kissed his cheek.\n\nFrankie blushed as he felt his arousal start to grow, “Anytime, I don’t want you to get hurt, even if it hurts me.”\n\n“You don’t just mean Mega Evolution do you?” Crafty hadn’t worn her riot gear so her cleavage was stretching out her tank top, even more than normal.\n\nFrankie couldn’t avert his gaze even as he felt his pants getting tighter as he turned to face her, “No… I…” he gulped and moved his hands to cover his pants. Holly and Cassandra sat down to either side of the pair which neither of them noticed as Frankie suddenly shouted.\n\n“I can’t risk hurting you, I love you!”\n\nCrafty was a bit startled by his outburst and was about to interject when the pink-haired Gardevoir-man started talking, his words spilling out in a torrent, “You’re the first real friend I ever had, someone who treated me with respect and friendship and didn’t just see me as a failure or a commodity or a trophy! You talked to me as an equal, kept me company, made me feel my life was worth living, and when you said you wanted to sleep with me I knew I had to go at it with my all so I didn’t disappoint because I wanted the first time I consented to be special and you brought out the best of me!” his pants were tenting as he kept going. “You’re the hottest person I’ve ever met and I felt so lucky that you wanted me. When I saved you from that Brotherhood paladin, had the vision of a sniper that would have killed you and back in the canyon when I mega evolved were the proudest moments of my life. I want to jump on you right now and fuck your brains out but ever since I evolved I’m scared I’d do just that! I broke a fork just by squeezing too hard back at Camp Silverman and I can’t hold back because Louis punished me when I didn’t give my all but I can’t stand seeing you hurt by my fear either! I’m so pent up and needy but I can’t let myself hurt you just to satisfy my needs or I’ll be just like Louis!” Frankie was crying even as his pants were getting painfully tight. “I just… I’m sorry… I want to… I need… I don’t know what to do!”\n\nCrafty saw him breakdown crying and was about to reach for him, then stopped. “It’s alright, I understand and I’m not mad, but I’m not that fragile either. I know you’d never hurt me. Frankie?” but the Gardevoir-man didn’t respond.\n\nCassandra tapped Frankie’s shoulder which made him look up and around at her, “Want me to help? If you’re worried about hurting her then give me the pounding of my life. It took 15 Death-Scyther to knock me off my feet and that was after I killed 11 of them, I can handle whatever monster you’ve got in your pants.” Then she frowned slightly, “Or am I not hot enough.” There was genuine hurt in her words.\n\n“You’re hot too just… uhh…” Frankie was clearly having trouble thinking.\n\nCassandra smiled and pulled him close, “I’ll that that as a yes, now let’s go before you destroy those pants I just fixed.”\n\nFrankie nodded and found himself pulled off the platform and to the ground as Cassandra pulled him along. “Don’t want to disturb any of you,” the Braixen-woman called back.\n\nFortunately, Frankie had a bedroll with his backpack and once he had enough blood back in his brain, he pulled it off and spread it on the ground. By the time he was finished, Cassandra has stripped down to nothing.\n\nThe Braixen-woman stood there, averting her gaze from Frankie and crossing her black Lucario-colored arms across her torso. “I’m not much to look at, compared to Crafty or Dee, am I?”\n\n“NO! I mean, yes! I mean,” Frankie stumbled over his words as he looked at Cassandra in the fading light. Her body was almost all toned muscle and very little fat, the result of her life of training and survival living. Her hips and ass were just barely feminine, smaller than Frankie’s by a wide margin, and her breasts were only a large A-cup, or barely a B-cup if one wanted to be generous. Frankie gulped before he continued, “Why don’t you think you’re sexy?”\n\n“Because no on ever wanted to be with me,” Cassandra sounded hurt, “People thought I was strong but I either scared them off or they just weren’t interested. The only ones who wanted to were just interested in trying to break me, of course I broke them instead. You’ll be my first.”\n\n“Your first?” Frankie smirked, “Don’t forget who you’re with right now? I've been mistaken for a woman so many times, and you’re the third woman I’ll have been with. Being muscular is and strong is just as sexy for a woman, never think otherwise.” He leaned in and gave Cassandra a kiss.\n\nThe Braixen-woman kissed back then smiled, “Thanks, so let’s see what’s got you so worried about hurting Crafty.” Cassandra spun around and let herself fall back onto the bedroll without even flinching and lay there, trying her best to look enticing.\n\nAt the sight before him Frankie felt the seams on his pants starting to split and practically tore them off to keep them intact. Cassandra’s eyes when wide when she saw Frankie’s painfully hard dick and swollen balls. Once the rest of armor was on the ground, Frankie lowered himself on to Cassandra until their faces were level, “I’ll be gentle.”\n\nCassandra grinned and put her arms up around Frankie, “Don’t be, I can take it.”\n\nFrankie dove into a kiss right as he rammed his dick into Cassandra’s waiting pussy. The Braixen-woman gasped as she felt the sting of her hymen breaking but didn’t even try to make him stop. So pent up and eager was the Gardevoir-man that he rammed into her as hard as he could. Cassandra was briefly overwhelmed by the new experience that she moaned as she came. Frankie wasn’t far behind and he let out a gasp as he unloaded inside Cassandra.\n\nBoth panted as they rush faded and Frankie looked down at the sweaty Braixen-woman beneath him, “Th-thank you, you finished?”\n\nCassandra grinned, “No way, and I feel you aren’t either.”\n\n“What?” Frankie still felt horny, in fact he hadn’t come down still at full mast inside Cassandra, “Guess I’m more pent up than I thought.”\n\n“Don’t worry,” Cassandra rolled over so she was on top of Frankie, startling him, “I want to milk every drop out of you.”\n\n“R-really? I mean…” Frankie gulped.\n\n“Too much?” Cassandra lifted up.\n\n“Just a bit nervous, but please don’t stop!” He felt his dick throb with anticipation.\n\n“Good!” Cassandra kissed him then sat up. Frankie grabbed Cassandra’s firm hips as she rode him, easily bouncing off his waist as his ass cushioned the impacts. Frankie grunted and gasped as he felt himself cum again, but Cassandra didn’t stop and neither did he. Cassandra rode him to her second orgasm and his third until she slowed down and grinned.\n\n“Still… not done… are you?” she panted.\n\nFrankie shook his head, blushing but not embarrassed, then pushed himself into a sitting position without pulling out of her. Even with her on his lap he was able to look in the face, “Can I touch your tits?”\n\nCassandra blushed and looked aside, “If you want. There’s not much there…”\n\nFrankie grasped at Cassandra’s firm breasts which made her gasp, “They’re just right,” he kissed her cheek which made the Braixen-woman blush as she wrapped her legs around him.\n\nTheir sex marathon continued throughout the night, Frankie lost count of how many times he came after the first dozen as the bliss overloaded his mind. By the end Frankie swore he was cumming with each thrust, his balls pumping Cassandra full of his previously unspent seed. Eventually, close to midnight, the Gardevoir-man started to run out of steam. He was back on top of Cassandra, finally starting to get tired as he came into her again. He started to feel softening up but forced himself to go one more time, ramming into Cassandra as hard as he could until, with one last shuddering gasp, he felt himself cum and his sore balls contracted. He was finally drained, and swore the last one was mostly air as he felt his erection finally peter out.\n\nFrankie tried to pull out but Cassandra wrapped her legs around him again, “Nope, don’t want any to spill out.”\n\nFrankie felt around to her middle, which was a bit swollen with his seed, “You sure, what if I got you pregnant?”\n\nCassandra couldn’t help but laugh, “Well I’m pretty old to be a virgin anyway. Not that I’d hate that.”\n\n“Old? How are you old?” Frankie was surprised.\n\nCassandra sighed and yawned, “When you’re in a tribe, you become an adult much earlier than urbanized people. My mom was younger than Lloyd when I hatched. If the Kogun hadn’t destroyed the auras I probably would have had kids years ago.” She yawned again and lay back. “We’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”\n\n“I already am,” Frankie lay down on top of Cassandra, “Thank you, I feel a lot better now. I need to apologize to Crafty tomorrow.”\n\n“She’ll forgive you,” Cassandra gave him a kiss and hugged him close then whispered, “I love you.”\n\nFrankie was startled but whispered back, “I love you too.” Then they fell asleep.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Chapter 57: You Gotta Break Out a Few Eggs


“… and when I reached Kalos I saw the big blast of Aura to the southwest and took off. Then your battle led me here.” Lloyd’s story had taken until after sundown to finish.

Despite being tired, everyone had stayed up to hear Lloyd’s story. Cassandra turned to face the Dewott-man, “So the River Mothers didn’t become conquerors or invaders?”

Lloyd sounded surprised, “No, we just took back all the homes we lost to the other invading tribes. The river is our life and we have it back thanks to you. Why are you crying?”

Tears streamed from the hybrid Braixen-woman’s eyes and she tried to rub them clear, “Thank Arceus, I… I… I’m so sorry, Lloyd, it was all our fault!”

Lloyd was taken aback as his master flung herself on him and sobbed as much in relief as sorrow. All Lloyd could do was pat her back as she sobbed out words.

“We… the Auras were invaders! We took… from other tribes… and drove them away… some to the Kogun who came to take us… the rest into your home… we did it… I was so ashamed… when I saw your aura-dreads… that I had almost destroyed your home… and now… you way of life… I… I… WAAAAAAAAAH!” Cassandra broke down completely, sobbing and collapsing into Lloyd’s arms.

Lloyd just stroked Cassandra’s head, “It’s alright, you saved us. We always had trouble with other tribes and if it wasn’t for you the Aqua Merchants would have enslaved us all. Even then, you didn’t do any of that. But if you need to hear it, we forgive you.”

Frankie pulled a still sobbing Cassandra into his arms and they lay down together as she sobbed into his chest. “I’m here. We’re all here Cassy. Just sleep,” the Gardevoir-man whispered into her ear. Eventually, as everyone else lay down, Cassandra’s crying gave way to muffled whimpering as she hugged Frankie and fell asleep.

They all rose early the next morning, as the stench of the Death-Scyther and Death-Scizor corpses reached them. They quickly packed up their gear and hurried out of the quarry back to Sloan.

The Conkeldurr-man foreman, Chomps Lewis, was at his post as they arrived. “Well, did you pull it off?”

Dee winced back slightly so Alex answered, “Yes, the mated pair and their swarm are dead. Some might have fled but the quarry itself was Death-Scyther free by the time we left.” He pointed a thumb back over his shoulder, “you can go see their corpses if you need to confirm it.”

Chomps shook his head as he stood up, “No, I see it in your eyes, you really did it. You have my thanks,” he reached into his overalls pocket then handed $500 to Alex, “Here, you earned it.”

“Not just that!” Crafty’s grinned as she held two of the Death-Scyther eggs over her head, “We brought breakfast!”

“Hot damn, are those real Death-Scyther eggs?” Chomps counted the number being held by the rest of the group then turned back into the camp and shouted, “Rise and shine boys!” His voice carried through and as a few of the workers emerged he continued, “quarry’s clear so we’re back to work. First thing is to clear out all the bodies but before that, breakfast! Tell Jas to fire up her stove because there’s Death-Scyther omelets on the menu!”

A cheer went up from the worker as their new heroes passed into the camp and headed for the meal hall. Dee yawned then turned to Chomps before he left, “Chomps, can we borrow some of your bunks for the day? We didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Chomps nodded and gestured to the buildings, “Go ahead, there’s a few that haven’t been used in months. Just make sure you’re out of here by evening or you’ll get a rough wake-up call.”

“Thank you.” Dee watched all the Machop, Machoke, Timburr and Girdurr-people enter the meal hall and gulped but a loving arm from Helios eased her nerves and they entered together.

The friends were cheered as they entered and handed the Death-Scyther eggs over to Jas, a Sneasel-woman, who whistled in surprise, “Haven’t seen that many in so long. Hope you’re all hungry because these gotta be cooked today!” her announcement sent up another cheer as she called for her assistants to help prepare breakfast.

As they took a seat on the benches for the food tables, a bunch of the workers couldn’t help but stare at Lloyd’s exposed breasts as he sat down, though none wanted to say anything rude to one who’d given them their jobs back. Lloyd couldn’t help but smirk at the reactions of more urbanise Poke-people to the minimal dress his tribe used.

“Sorry, I’m taken,” the Dewott-man prodded one of his nipple rings which made the rest of the hall avert their gazes in a mix of embarrassment, arousal and some in confusion at hearing the very masculine voice coming from Lloyd, who just rolled his eyes, “I’m going to get that reaction a lot around here.”

“We’ll get used to it,” Crafty couldn’t help but smile at the reactions. Alex rolled his eyes but said nothing.

The omelets the cooks brought out were massive! As expected from the Death-Scyther eggs used to make them. Everyone was eager to reap the benefits of their job well done, as each was too big for any one of them to eat entirely on their own, even Dee had to split hers with Lloyd as did Holly and Crafty with one more shared between the rest of their friends and the workers sharing the rest of them. Chomps Lewis was eager to get the work started and so hurried them through the meal and out the door.

It took a while for them to finish the rest of their meals before they headed for the bunks for a late morning sleep. Alex stayed behind and gathered up their dishes and take them to the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Jas said as Alex approached, somewhat unsteady with the pile of dishes from his table.

“I’m not tired enough to sleep yet, and- Whoa!” Alex slipped on a dropped piece of food and fell sideways.

A blur of blue stopped the Ninetales-man from hitting the ground as Lloyd caught the four plates that had fallen from the pile and held Alex stable at the same time. “Gotcha!” he helped Alex to stand and held the four plates in his hands.

Alex let out a sigh of relief, “Thanks.”

Jas swiped her forehead, “Whew, don’t wanna lose those. I won’t turn down willing help though,” she motioned for them to follow her back into the kitchen. As expected of a work camp, the kitchen was rather industrial with large sinks and stoves powered by an electric generator. Alex and Lloyd deposited the dishes by a sink that was already filled with soapy water.

“Alright, I’ll get washing,” Alex started loading the dishes into the sink.

“You sure?” the Sneasel-woman watched as Alex started to scrub.

“I want to open my own restaurant some day, I’ll probably have to get used to this,” Alex didn’t look up from his washing.

“Can I help too?” Lloyd stood by which drew the attention of the three other kitchen assistants.

“You can dry them,” Jas tossed a towel to him, “alright people stop staring, they’re just breasts, half of us have them too.” She clapped her hands and the rest returned to the more complicated clean ups.

Lloyd grabbed each dish as Alex dunked them in the rinsing water and dried them, the heat from the kitchen starting to make the intersex Dewott-man sweat. Once that was done, Jas came by to put them away and thanked them for the help, but said she would prefer if they left the bigger jobs to her and her helpers.

Lloyd stretched once they were outside, “Ugg, I’ll never get used to that.”

“Being indoors?” Alex glanced sideways at the Dewott-man as they made their way to the lookout post.

“All of this urbanised stuff,” Lloyd eyed the chairs at the desk that served as the lookout post. Alex sat down and leaned on the table while Lloyd just looked at the chair for a minute before he eventually sat down. A chair with a back was something he was unused to, as the seats in the meal hall were backless benches.

They sat in silence for a few minutes as Lloyd tried to get comfortable. Eventually, Lloyd turned to look at Alex, who was half-trying to avoid looking at the intersex Dewott-man.

“Well, are you gonna ask?” Lloyd’s question was direct but not accusing.

“About what?” Alex kept his eyes on the road.

“About my tribe, my lack of dress, anything?” Lloyd sounded more amused than anything.

Alex sighed, but since he was invited he decided to just unload the questions on his mind, “Alright, so if you’re topless why are you bothering with the shorts when you don’t care about being exposed?”

“You ever get sand or dirt up your ass or under your foreskin?”

“Ugg! No!” Alex shuddered at the mere mention of the idea.

“That’s why,” Lloyd rolled his eyes, “a lot of kids refuse to wear one until that happens and they, or their friends, have to get cleaned out. And we have pockets,” he stuck a hand into a pocket on the side then saw Alex still grimacing. “You alright?”

Alex shuddered, “My wife’s a doctor so I’ve heard worse, still…” he shuddered again and hurriedly moved to the next question, “How are you so well-spoken? Most Tribals I met back in the NKR were stuck in Poke-speak or weren’t so articulate.”

Lloyd finally leaned back against the chair, “We had a lot of interaction with traders because we lived by the only fresh water source in that area, so we moved past Poke-speak long before I hatched.”

“Are you worried what people will say when we go into a city or… anywhere?” Alex turned to face Lloyd.

“Worried for what?” Lloyd smirked, “I’m not gonna stick around and they can’t force me out if they tried,” he patted the scalchops attached to his sides just above the waist. “You said you wanted to open a restaurant? What’s a restaurant?”

“A place where people pay to eat food made by someone else,” Alex smiled, “I thought I’d lost that dream with my friends and Kitun Caravans, but Dee and the others helped me save it.”

“Why don’t you ask Jas for that omelet recipe,” Lloyd pointed back at the meal hall, “It was really good.” He patted his middle, “Most filling meal I’ve had in a while,” he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Not a lot of Death-Scyther to harvest eggs from, that or I’d have to find a cage big and strong enough to keep a mother Death-Scizor captive and seeing those two from a distance was enough,” Alex shuddered at the memory of the fight the previous day. “My grandma left me a recipe book I’m going to use to make my menu, stuff I ate all the time when I was growing up.” He reached into his pocket where the book was but felt something else along with it. Confused, he pulled out a letter with a flower seal keeping it shut.

“What’s that?” Lloyd was curious.

Alex’s glared at the picture, “A letter from the Kogun to Dee. I forgot I had it.”

Lloyd’s hand shot instinctually to one of his scalchops, “What do they want?” he sounded ready to fight as his aura sense flared up in case they were being watched.

“To see her for some reason,” Alex’s voice was just as harsh, “I’m not sure what its about but she needs to know.” He felt the letter and found something large inside that he hadn’t noticed before, “I’ll give it to her when she gets up and let her decide.” He pocketed the letter again.

“It’s gotta be a trap,” Lloyd didn’t relax, “They know the danger she poses so they probably plan to kill her.”

“Or enslave her,” Alex sounded grim as he scanned the road, also suspecting they might be being watched, “She’s young, fertile and sexy, they’d want to use her for breeding. Maybe they hope her natural skill with Aura will transfer to her children.”

“So, throw it out!” Lloyd eyed Alex’s pocket where he’d stashed the letter.

“That’s her decision, not mine. But after everything she’s done for me I’m not going to let her walk into any trap alone.” Alex sat forwards, “Sorry for killing the mood.”

Lloyd tried to relax, but was only able to take his hand off the scalchops, “Better that we know now. You have a mate?”

“My wife, Gertrude. She’s a Zigzagoon-woman. We have a home in Trovitopolis in the New Orange Pass and a son named Flair, also Zigzagoon-boy.” Alex relaxed a bit, “That’s where I want to open up my restaurant.”

It was shortly after noon when the rest of the group woke up and headed outside, to find the two still in conversation. “Sleep well?” Alex turned in his chair and Lloyd jumped to his feet as the rest of the group approached.

“Slept great, but that’s all we did.” Crafty stretched, “Way too tired after yesterday.”

“So where to next?” Lloyd asked, turning to Dee.

“Before you answer, here,” Alex stood and handed the Kogun’s letter to Dee, “A Thievul-man visited us while you were in Galar and told me to give you this and that it would guarantee safe passage into their lands.”

“Hideyoshi,” Dee’s blood ran cold as she remembered the slaughter of Coumarine City.

“No fucking way!” Helios growled as Dee broke the seal and opened the letter. “Why didn’t you tell us, Alex! I would have incinerated that monster!”

Alex folded his arms and matched Helios’ glare, “So you wouldn’t run off, probably into a trap, and leave Dee wondering if she’d ever see you again or finding you dead when she returned. That and this was a letter for her, not you.” He turned to the pale-faced shiny Lucario-woman, “What does it say?”

Dee had pulled out the letter and with it a long chain bracelet with a steel tag bearing the Oda flower emblem attached, “Emperor Nobunaga wants to meet me and this emblem will guarantee me safe passage along with one bodyguard into his fort. We cross at Cottonwood Cove.” She held up the bracelet and it spun to reveal writing on the other side, “Writing’s old, but it says something about Nobunaga.”

Alex held out a hand, “May I?” When Dee held the emblem close Alex was able to read, “It’s a collar and it says that the wearer of this is the property of Emperor Nobunaga, that means no one is to touch you. It also means when you’re finished his task he intends to claim you as his own.” He saw the looks of surprise and disgust on his companion’s faces, “I traded in Kogun lands once, before I knew what they were like. It was safe and profitable and the other merchants I met said it was the best money they’d ever made, but once I saw what it was like I decided to never go back for that again. I saw the other enslaved Poke-women all wearing collars like this.”

“Then throw it out!” Helios glared at the emblem, “or better yet: let me melt it!”

“No,” Dee put the collar in one of her pockets. There was a pause and Dee saw their surprised looks so she explained, “Mr. House said he needed me to go to the Kogun’s fort for something and this might be the only way I can get there safely.”

“So we’re going to help Mr. House take over Kalos?” Frankie sounded nervous.

“I don’t know yet, but if I need to go there, I can’t just give it up.” Dee took a deep breath to calm her nerves then checked her Rotom-Boy, “this road leads to Camp Silverman. Let’s go talk to Zade before we make any decisions.” Everyone agreed then they set up north up the road.

The walk north went uninterrupted, any Death-Scyther had run off without the mated pair to keep them around and their presence had chased off any other wildlife or raiders in the area. They stopped to rest at an old train station for the night. It was oddly peaceful for the wasteland, but welcomingly so.

After they ate, as the sun was setting, Crafty sat next to Frankie on the train platform. “Thank you for saving me, I know it was overwhelming,” she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Frankie blushed as he felt his arousal start to grow, “Anytime, I don’t want you to get hurt, even if it hurts me.”

“You don’t just mean Mega Evolution do you?” Crafty hadn’t worn her riot gear so her cleavage was stretching out her tank top, even more than normal.

Frankie couldn’t avert his gaze even as he felt his pants getting tighter as he turned to face her, “No… I…” he gulped and moved his hands to cover his pants. Holly and Cassandra sat down to either side of the pair which neither of them noticed as Frankie suddenly shouted.

“I can’t risk hurting you, I love you!”

Crafty was a bit startled by his outburst and was about to interject when the pink-haired Gardevoir-man started talking, his words spilling out in a torrent, “You’re the first real friend I ever had, someone who treated me with respect and friendship and didn’t just see me as a failure or a commodity or a trophy! You talked to me as an equal, kept me company, made me feel my life was worth living, and when you said you wanted to sleep with me I knew I had to go at it with my all so I didn’t disappoint because I wanted the first time I consented to be special and you brought out the best of me!” his pants were tenting as he kept going. “You’re the hottest person I’ve ever met and I felt so lucky that you wanted me. When I saved you from that Brotherhood paladin, had the vision of a sniper that would have killed you and back in the canyon when I mega evolved were the proudest moments of my life. I want to jump on you right now and fuck your brains out but ever since I evolved I’m scared I’d do just that! I broke a fork just by squeezing too hard back at Camp Silverman and I can’t hold back because Louis punished me when I didn’t give my all but I can’t stand seeing you hurt by my fear either! I’m so pent up and needy but I can’t let myself hurt you just to satisfy my needs or I’ll be just like Louis!” Frankie was crying even as his pants were getting painfully tight. “I just… I’m sorry… I want to… I need… I don’t know what to do!”

Crafty saw him breakdown crying and was about to reach for him, then stopped. “It’s alright, I understand and I’m not mad, but I’m not that fragile either. I know you’d never hurt me. Frankie?” but the Gardevoir-man didn’t respond.

Cassandra tapped Frankie’s shoulder which made him look up and around at her, “Want me to help? If you’re worried about hurting her then give me the pounding of my life. It took 15 Death-Scyther to knock me off my feet and that was after I killed 11 of them, I can handle whatever monster you’ve got in your pants.” Then she frowned slightly, “Or am I not hot enough.” There was genuine hurt in her words.

“You’re hot too just… uhh…” Frankie was clearly having trouble thinking.

Cassandra smiled and pulled him close, “I’ll that that as a yes, now let’s go before you destroy those pants I just fixed.”

Frankie nodded and found himself pulled off the platform and to the ground as Cassandra pulled him along. “Don’t want to disturb any of you,” the Braixen-woman called back.

Fortunately, Frankie had a bedroll with his backpack and once he had enough blood back in his brain, he pulled it off and spread it on the ground. By the time he was finished, Cassandra has stripped down to nothing.

The Braixen-woman stood there, averting her gaze from Frankie and crossing her black Lucario-colored arms across her torso. “I’m not much to look at, compared to Crafty or Dee, am I?”

“NO! I mean, yes! I mean,” Frankie stumbled over his words as he looked at Cassandra in the fading light. Her body was almost all toned muscle and very little fat, the result of her life of training and survival living. Her hips and ass were just barely feminine, smaller than Frankie’s by a wide margin, and her breasts were only a large A-cup, or barely a B-cup if one wanted to be generous. Frankie gulped before he continued, “Why don’t you think you’re sexy?”

“Because no on ever wanted to be with me,” Cassandra sounded hurt, “People thought I was strong but I either scared them off or they just weren’t interested. The only ones who wanted to were just interested in trying to break me, of course I broke them instead. You’ll be my first.”

“Your first?” Frankie smirked, “Don’t forget who you’re with right now? I've been mistaken for a woman so many times, and you’re the third woman I’ll have been with. Being muscular is and strong is just as sexy for a woman, never think otherwise.” He leaned in and gave Cassandra a kiss.

The Braixen-woman kissed back then smiled, “Thanks, so let’s see what’s got you so worried about hurting Crafty.” Cassandra spun around and let herself fall back onto the bedroll without even flinching and lay there, trying her best to look enticing.

At the sight before him Frankie felt the seams on his pants starting to split and practically tore them off to keep them intact. Cassandra’s eyes when wide when she saw Frankie’s painfully hard dick and swollen balls. Once the rest of armor was on the ground, Frankie lowered himself on to Cassandra until their faces were level, “I’ll be gentle.”

Cassandra grinned and put her arms up around Frankie, “Don’t be, I can take it.”

Frankie dove into a kiss right as he rammed his dick into Cassandra’s waiting pussy. The Braixen-woman gasped as she felt the sting of her hymen breaking but didn’t even try to make him stop. So pent up and eager was the Gardevoir-man that he rammed into her as hard as he could. Cassandra was briefly overwhelmed by the new experience that she moaned as she came. Frankie wasn’t far behind and he let out a gasp as he unloaded inside Cassandra.

Both panted as they rush faded and Frankie looked down at the sweaty Braixen-woman beneath him, “Th-thank you, you finished?”

Cassandra grinned, “No way, and I feel you aren’t either.”

“What?” Frankie still felt horny, in fact he hadn’t come down still at full mast inside Cassandra, “Guess I’m more pent up than I thought.”

“Don’t worry,” Cassandra rolled over so she was on top of Frankie, startling him, “I want to milk every drop out of you.”

“R-really? I mean…” Frankie gulped.

“Too much?” Cassandra lifted up.

“Just a bit nervous, but please don’t stop!” He felt his dick throb with anticipation.

“Good!” Cassandra kissed him then sat up. Frankie grabbed Cassandra’s firm hips as she rode him, easily bouncing off his waist as his ass cushioned the impacts. Frankie grunted and gasped as he felt himself cum again, but Cassandra didn’t stop and neither did he. Cassandra rode him to her second orgasm and his third until she slowed down and grinned.

“Still… not done… are you?” she panted.

Frankie shook his head, blushing but not embarrassed, then pushed himself into a sitting position without pulling out of her. Even with her on his lap he was able to look in the face, “Can I touch your tits?”

Cassandra blushed and looked aside, “If you want. There’s not much there…”

Frankie grasped at Cassandra’s firm breasts which made her gasp, “They’re just right,” he kissed her cheek which made the Braixen-woman blush as she wrapped her legs around him.

Their sex marathon continued throughout the night, Frankie lost count of how many times he came after the first dozen as the bliss overloaded his mind. By the end Frankie swore he was cumming with each thrust, his balls pumping Cassandra full of his previously unspent seed. Eventually, close to midnight, the Gardevoir-man started to run out of steam. He was back on top of Cassandra, finally starting to get tired as he came into her again. He started to feel softening up but forced himself to go one more time, ramming into Cassandra as hard as he could until, with one last shuddering gasp, he felt himself cum and his sore balls contracted. He was finally drained, and swore the last one was mostly air as he felt his erection finally peter out.

Frankie tried to pull out but Cassandra wrapped her legs around him again, “Nope, don’t want any to spill out.”

Frankie felt around to her middle, which was a bit swollen with his seed, “You sure, what if I got you pregnant?”

Cassandra couldn’t help but laugh, “Well I’m pretty old to be a virgin anyway. Not that I’d hate that.”

“Old? How are you old?” Frankie was surprised.

Cassandra sighed and yawned, “When you’re in a tribe, you become an adult much earlier than urbanized people. My mom was younger than Lloyd when I hatched. If the Kogun hadn’t destroyed the auras I probably would have had kids years ago.” She yawned again and lay back. “We’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“I already am,” Frankie lay down on top of Cassandra, “Thank you, I feel a lot better now. I need to apologize to Crafty tomorrow.”

“She’ll forgive you,” Cassandra gave him a kiss and hugged him close then whispered, “I love you.”

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