[center][B]Hive Mind
Chapter 3 – Rock Bottom Excavator[/B][/center]

Garchomp huffed and wiped the sweat from his brow. He’d dust the collection of dirt off of his shoulders and beige button down explorer’s top after having dug out the wall in search of ancient relics and fossils of the past. With a quick drink from his canteen, he’d take a look at his Rotom Phone for the time, “9PM!? I’ve lost track of time again! Oh, clumsy clumsy me, when will you learn to watch the time? Let’s get these fossils back home and see if I can revive anything out of them.” The large ground dragon scooped up a container with various fossils inside it from his extravagant work today, carrying them out of the mine with him and beginning the walk home.

Garchomp didn’t live too far away. As a freelance explorer and scientist, he worked alone and thus made a lab out of his home. Because of his solo work, he’d made sure to find land and build his home near a nice, sizable cave where he’d began his digging and made mine shafts out of the deep cave in the mountain that he would frequent in his searches. It was a quiet spot where he lived all by himself—well, technically not quite by himself. With his specialty in fossil excavation and studies, there were a few fossil Pokemon roaming around the large, open area that Garchomp lived in. As a civilized Pokemon, he was the only one around for miles. But in terms of Pokemon altogether, the fruits of his labor roamed freely and happily around the open savanna with only a single road stretching to and fro along a long straight path all the way into the horizon.

Truly, he found paradise in the middle of nowhere.

Garchomp was a bit of a loner, he liked to be alone so this was as ideal as could be for him. Not to mention that letting wild, ancient Pokemon from lives and histories long passed roam around a civilized town would cause some serious havoc and issues for both the town’s people and himself. Such a situation was, of course, very unoptimal for the dragon and thus he opted out of living in populated areas in order to focus on his work without distractions.

Setting the container down, Garchomp undressed himself from out of his top and shorts, tossing them aside into the clothes hamper for washing later. He didn’t bother putting on any other clothes out of excitement to assess his findings and have these fossils revived and out on the field with the others. Garchomp always got like this when his excavations were a success, even for a single fossil. No matter how big or small his findings, the land shark was always happy to bring ancient history back to life. A big giddy smile on his face, the excitable dragon was downstairs in the main lab of his home and carefully placed the fossils onto the table. He grabbed a peculiar portable device and flipped the switch on, watching its LEDs glow and light up red with an audible whirring noise before turning blue, signaling its readiness.

“Beginning analysis.” He spoke to himself, slowly hovering the device over the first of his collection. A series of electronic noises began on the machine before it gave a reading of its results. “Claw Fossil, a claw shaped remnant of the ancient Pokemon, Anorith.” He would move the machine over to the next fossil, repeating the process one by one.

“Skull Fossil, the rock solid skull protector of the Cranidos family.”

“Plume Fossil, fossilized feathery remains of the ancient Archen Pokemon.”

“Jaw Fossil, the powerful and unrivaled bite of the small but dangerous Tyrunt.”

“Finally, the pair of Fossilized Drake and Fossilized Bird. These peculiar fossils are most easily and frequently found exclusively Galar so finding these out here in Unova is an extremely rare oddity! What an incredible find, this is! These strange fossils, on their own, are essentially useless DNA that cannot be revived. But combining two pieces to the puzzle such as these… with part of Drake and part of Bird, this combination can form the glorious and beautiful amalgamate fossil Dracozolt!” Needless to say, the rather nerdy Garchomp was as excited and giggly as could be, his tail wagging with joy from today’s hunt. He would have each of the fossils placed into separate reviving chambers that he had built himself, with the exception of the Fossilized Drake and Bird which the two would be placed in a chamber together instead.

“The process takes several hours to complete. By sunrise tomorrow morning, these beautiful fossils will be walking, breathing life once more. Ooohhhh, how exciting! A few firsts in this batch including my first Galar fossil! Oh Garchomp, what good work you’ve done today, you deserve to treat yourself to an extra special dinner~” Garchomp turned on each of the machines and let them perform their duties in silence, leaving his lab basement to serve himself a well earned meal and shower before bed.

During the night, as Garchomp turned in, the machines continued to work quietly, the process moving swimmingly without any problems. In fact, they were processing rather quickly, faster than they normally would. Without Garchomp’s knowing, this batch of fossil Pokemon would be ready much sooner than he thought…

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The morning light began to shine through the blinds of Garchomp’s bedroom, still quite early and rather dark out as sunrise had only just begun. It was around 6AM when Garchomp would begin to rouse from his sleep with a yawn and a stretch. He was an early riser, early to work, late to end. With how much he loved his profession, not a single day went by that actually felt like he was working a job, instead simply doing what he loved most. He got to explore like one of those Mystery Dungeon teams, he got to uncover and study old and ancient history, and best of all, he got to bring that history back to life and watch as these once fossilized Pokemon were brought back and trained to live peacefully in an unfamiliar, modern world.

The training part was probably his favorite. Getting to spend time with these peculiar, uncivilized creatures, teaching them to speak a more civilized tongue, admiring their quirky natures and how they would attempt to adapt to their new world. They were so adorable; he loved fossil Pokemon so much. Perhaps...he loved them a little too much.

His eyes easily adapted as they opened from sleep; with the blinds down, his bedroom remained very dark. It didn’t bother him, however. With how frequently he spends time in the mines, he’d long since improved his night vision. To him, the room was as bright now as it would be by noon. Which is why he was very confused to see several Pokemon staring at him from the ends and edges of his bed. “Huh...wh..wha..who..?” He wiped his eyes and shook his head, wondering if he was seeing things or if some of his older revivals had come to see him.

Armaldo, Rampardos, Archeops, Tyrantrum, and Dracozolt all looked down at him with tilted heads and curious eyes.

“Wha...you all..WAIT WHAT?!” Garchomp then shot up from his pillow and the five Pokemon jumped back with a few growling and putting up a defensive stance. “You five...are you all...n-no, they wouldn’t understand me anyway…they couldn’t be—but I don’t recognize the Armaldo or Archeops… Are these five my fossils from last night? But… they should only just be finishing up their revival process… a-and they shouldn’t be evolved! Did something go wrong? They must have finished exceptionally quick to have been revived and found a way to gain the necessary battle experience to evolve in such short time… Perhaps that means they’ve become acquainted with each other and began to train with some sort of motivation to become their most powerful selves..? E-ehh? H-hey, what are you doing?!” Garchomp’s self ramblings were cut short when Rampardos leaned forward, pressing its nose against the male’s bare chest and taking a series of whiffs and sniffs of the male. Garchomp’s cheeks went red as he was essentially being identified by the curious fossil Pokemon who then growled after sniffing the dragon-type, though this wasn’t a warning or menacing growl. It was more… sultry? Sensual, even?

“My first interaction with a Rampardos...p-perhaps this is their way of analyzing if an unfamiliar Pokemon is friend or foe..? Let’s do hope the former… despite my species, I am not… quite cut out for combat.” True enough, Garchomp wasn’t like many of his other kind who took joy in fighting and becoming as strong as could be. He was a docile and quite passive type who took pride in his intelligence rather than his muscles. Muscles that he did have as one who frequents exploring and excavating caves as often as he does, you’d pick up a bit of muscle from all the digging through various dirts, soils, rocks, and even occasional irons and metals. He was certainly fit and bulky, but he was also a bit of a glutton, giving him quite the big and beefy muscle gut physique. He would often pride himself not in just his intelligence but being admittedly very attractive for a nerd, a body stature that many would love to get their lustful paws and hands on.

Rampardos went in again, sniffing at Garchomp a second time. This time, its nose would trail upwards from the male’s chest to his neck, the heated puffs of air from the large rock-type’s nostrils blowing against the dragon’s rather sensitive neck, causing him to shiver lightly and blush even more red. “O-oh dear...p-perhaps I shouldn’t move and allow it to continue its interesting ritual… Make no sudden movements...one wrong move and it could go from sniffing to biting… I-I would not survive should these five large and powerful Pokemon choose to attack…” Rampardos growled again, that same sultry tone as the last before it suddenly flicked its tongue against Garchomp’s neck. The nerdy male had to steel himself from moaning, the Rampardos’ tongue feeling quite soft and warm as it licked at him time and again.

With his focus so caught up on the Sinnoh fossil, Garchomp was caught off guard when another tongue began licking at his perky pecks. “A-ahh!? O-ohh to the Hall of Origins, wh-what has gotten into these i-interesting fossils??” Garchomp moaned and shook when he looked over to see Archeops having a go at him now, tongue flicking over the dragon-type’s sensitive nipple while Rampardos continued to tend to his neck. “Th-the previous Archeops I had revived did not act this way i-in its greetings...a-although.. I was also there when it was first an Archennnnaah…C-could the first impressions of Archen and its evolved form be different..?” Garchomp shuddered, trying to take mental note of these Pokemon and their actions, but it was getting harder and harder by the second the more their tongues all over his body felt less like scientific discoveries and more just like primal pleasure.

It only got worse—more like better, most would say—when a third tongue started its assault further south. He tensed up sharply as a shock of pleasure suddenly surged through his body and he finally moaned out loud to these feral beasts having their way with him. “Mmmaah! Wh-what in blazes...o-oooh my days, wh-who..?” The flustered male glanced down and his growing arousal only spiked further noticing the Dracozolt between his legs, its slender, electrified tongue swirling around the towering tent in the bed sheets that was Garchomp’s erection. But what he really took note of was just how absolutely voluptuous and bottom heavy this Galar amalgamation was. He couldn’t find the words to describe how wide the electric dragon’s hips were, or how absolutely [B]massive[/B] his ass was bent over like that, thick tail raised and those cute little paws of his planted down on Garchomp’s thighs. He couldn’t believe this was happening! Was this normal for fully evolved fossil Pokemon to greet each other like this? Or was it something about this batch in particular that just acted so… [I]forward?[/I] He certainly couldn’t complain, he loved fossil Pokemon to great lengths and this wasn’t his first rodeo with them either. But never had he had a sexual encounter with them on a first meeting, let alone just waking up.

“I-I get the feeling this is less a-about greetings and discoveries...a-and more about millions and millions of years unliving...a-and untouched in those primal ways…” Garchomp continued to try and make sense of the situation, being the logical guy he was. Though it felt good being essentially molested by these guys, it didn’t sit right with him how he couldn’t make head or tails of [I]why[/I] this was happening. And it was slowly becoming harder and harder for him to care as Dracozolt’s little maw took in the covered tip of his cock and began to suckle on him while Rampardos went for a full on neck attack, biting down gingerly and sucking on the moaning male while Archeops latched onto a nipple and began to suck and nibble at it.

Not wanting to be left out, Tyrantrum came up and pushed its muzzle on Garchomp’s without warning, the fossil Pokemon seeming to have somewhat understanding of kissing. Garchomp was taken aback by the sudden assertiveness but was quick to submit to the fourth Pokemon, engaging them in a heated and rather sloppy kiss. Tongues wrestle one another with plenty of mixed saliva and drool between the two as Tyrantrum growled deeply while Garchomp continued to moan out rather girlishly from being used and teased so blissfully by these horny fossils. He could only imagine what Armaldo would do being the fifth and final of the group that would surely have at him in time.

And sure enough, with some changes in position from the five fossils, Garchomp found himself at the mercy of these beasts and loving all of it. It took a bit of shifting around and some feral bickering amongst the feisty bunch but they’d soon settle their little dispute and take their positions on the nerdy stud of a dragon. Quickly, Garchomp would learn that all five of them were male with rigid erections standing tall between all of their legs and those cocks would be put to use on the soon-to-be slut.

Garchomp gagged and moaned around the pulsing, vein-kissed Archeops cock in his mouth, listening to the wild bird’s horny chitters and singing-like moans while he flapped his wings and facefucked the male’s open maw hanging over the edge of the bed. His legs were held up and spread by Rampardos who hilted what had to be at least 20 incredible inches of massive, studded dick into the submissive male’s rather plump and fat ass, Garchomp taking all of that dick with ease and sent to cloud nine and back by that cock alone. So when he had that gigantic mountain of bottom heavy Dracozolt booty sat on his lap and his own 18 inch fuck pole buried inside that wonderfully warm asshole, Garchomp felt like he could cum on the spot. Armaldo also took to sitting atop the male, instead with his cock rested on the dragon’s soft pecs while thrusting back into Dracozolt and effectively titfucking Garchomp while the electric dragon rode the ground-type. This left Tyrantrum who held Rampardos from behind, their muzzles locked in intimate passion with one another, tongues rolling and dancing together in a heated kiss while the large Kalos dragon slammed his fossil lover’s huge ass, causing Rampardos’ hips to buck forward and pound at Garchomp’s own fat ass.

It was only minutes since Garchomp had woken up and he found himself submissive and moaning like a whore in the center of a figurative and literal large, gay as fuck orgy. His tongue swirled the thick, ancient cock swabbing his throat, basking in Archeops’ girly moans and bird-like chirps of pleasure. His snout was repeatedly buried into the male’s musky crotch feathers, the thick, pungent smell of millions of years worth of sexual frustration and desire sending the dragon’s senses into pure, submissive overdrive, his cock flexing endlessly inside the snug, sparkled insides of that giant, electrified dragon ass. While Dracozolt could sometimes have trouble containing his electrical energy, he needn’t hold back one bit on his charges pulsing through Garchomp’s cock. His electric immunity due to his typing ensured that every potent bolt and spark that surged within those fleshy, soft walls gripping on the dragon’s dick was nothing but pure ecstatic pleasure amplifying Garchomp’s already mind blowing experience.

Rampardos shuddered in ecstasy; between pounding that plump, soft dragon ass and taking thick, hard dragon cock, he was in heaven. He wrestled tongues with Tyrantrum, the two rowdy, horny males refusing to give in to one another, both trying to dominate and lead the kiss. Their dominant natures would clash in the best way for each other, Rampardos happy to give his ass to the big, muscular dragon fossil Pokemon just as Tyrantrum would bend over for his chubby, studly Sinnoh partner any day. Of course, the two were sure to battle and wrestle one another for dominance rather than simply giving in to each other with this session being an exception as Rampardos already had good tail he was pounding leaving Tyrantrum with only one option. Regardless, the two were lost in that kiss like a pair of lovers, only hours into knowing each other and they were so into one another as if their love crossed millions of generations worth of lifetimes. Who knows, perhaps the two [B]were[/B] lovers millions of years ago.

Dracozolt enjoyed the sounds of gay lust and love behind him, occasionally looking back to enjoy the view of those his two friends french kissing and fucking each other while he fucked himself on Garchomp. The way the subby male’s cock flexed inside his ass felt wonderful, the [I]very[/I] bottom heavy bitch reaching those little paws of his back to dig deep into those mountains of ass meat and spread his giant cheeks apart a little, slamming and riding that huge cock with glee. He giggled and mewled those feral noises of his, sparks crackling in his mouth while he fondled his own ass and milked the horny dragon-type spilling precum in his snug canal. The slutty Galarian fossil plopped down firm on the male’s lap and shuddered, letting him pulse and throb inside his fat booty while his own cock pulsed strongly inside Armaldo’s fat ass, glancing forward at the moaning male thrusting between Garchomp’s pecs and throwing that ass back into his hips, getting milked in that snug Hoenn hole~

Armaldo quivered with each buck of his hips, going between grinding on Garchomp’s surprisingly soft and smooth masculine breasts to riding Dracozolt’s 16 inch rod fucking up his insides in all the right ways. He groaned out deeply, eyes on Archeops flapping away and going wild, recklessly rutting Garchomp’s mouth without a care in the world. The blushing bird looked so cute to Armaldo, he couldn’t help but grab that whiny, moaning male by his wide hips and pull that bottom heavy femboy in for a kiss of their own, muzzles pressed with Archeops all too happy to return the affection. Much like Tyrantrum and Rampardos, the two indulged in each other immediately as if they were star crossed lovers long awaiting this moment, their tongues swirling and dancing with plenty of saliva to be traded between the two, all the while continuing to moan between fucking Garchomp, kissing each other, and Armaldo riding Dracozolt who whined and cooed in ecstasy. Though Dracozolt didn’t have anyone to share a kiss with as his other friends did, he was all too happy enjoying watching that fat bubble butt bounce on his cock as he did his own on Garchomp.

Garchomp panted through his nose, breathing as much as he could every time Archeops hilted into his maw to drink in all of the musk he could out of those thick crotch feathers. His mind was going blank, the slutty nerd lost in a sea of bliss and a fog of lust, unable to think of anything more than being a slut and slave to these horny fossils and what he could do with all the other fossil Pokemon he’d revived thus far. Maybe one of these days, he could gather them all up and put himself into a public use stock or something so they can all line up and spitroast him again and again for hours at a time. He could do whatever he want, it wasn’t like anyone was gonna stop him or complain, there wasn’t another civilized ounce of Pokemon life for miles! It was just him and his fossils for as long as he pleased doing whatever they pleased, almost like they lived in a world all on their own. He could get used to taking more time out of his day tending to these horny beasts. If this is what these fossils preserved with them through all these years then he’d have many, [B]MANY[/B] sessions with each and every one of these wild animals before any of them were ever truly satisfied of their intensified libidos.

Rampardos moaned out loud into his lover’s mouth before their kiss broke, multiple thick strands and strings of saliva connecting their muzzles and tongues with plenty of excess saliva drooling from their mouths from such an intense and messy kiss. His walls clamped down tight around Tyrantrum’s girth with his body receiving too much pleasure for him to contain it any longer. His thrusts grew sloppy and his body began to get hot, loins tightening up and his large tail wrapping around Tyrantrum’s own as he threw his head up with a loud roar. His hips slammed forward, pressed flush against Garchomp’s fat butt and feeding rope after heavy rope of thick, slimy seed [B]deep[/B] inside the submissive male’s fat ass. Tyrantrum growled aloud from his dick being choked by his lover’s powerful grasp around that fat cock continuing to hammer away into the Sinnoh fossil’s thick ass until he was overstimulated by the intense pleasure and was second to fire off his rounds. His hips slammed against big Rampardos booty while the two kissed again, sucking on each other’s tongues to drink as much of one another’s flavor as they could while they erupted together, Garchomp taking that messy, pent up explosion of Rampardos nut while the rock-type took his dragon lover’s own heavy spill of white as if both were trying to impregnate their respective partners. This intense eruption of hot cum inside his big butt on top of all the other pleasures and stimulants to Garchomp’s body sent him off mere seconds after, his hips bucking desperately, fucking Dracozolt’s massive ass and firing stringy, earthy ribbons of ground-type seed into that fat dragon ass. Garchomp’s cum was especially virile due to his dragon typing but also extra thick with a few little chunks of seed in that sea of runny white spunk from his ground typing, the male quaking beneath all of his fossil lovers and sending vibrations through his tongue with each of his moans and howls, further pleasuring Archeops.

The shuddering ancient bird moaned and cried out into his kiss with Armaldo, eyes shutting tight and grabbing onto Garchomp’s shoulders, his humping getting wild and sporadic, rutting his throat for the pleasure and nothing more. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, his mind breaking under the sensation of that snug throat constantly swallowing around his sensitive dick, resulting in a rush of hot spunk pouring all over Garchomp’s tongue and deep into his hungry gullet. The slutty nerd drank down every last drop too, audibly gulping and swallowing around that intense and messy cumshot pouring all over in is throat with nowhere else to go but deeper, Archeops’ hips refusing to cease their frantic thrusting and fucking all through his climax, the poor, pent up Unovan fossil abusing himself with excessive amounts of overstimulation to his throbbing, angry cock that was far too desperate to feel more and more of this climactic, explosive sensation. Needless to see, Archeops would see himself becoming [I]very[/I] addicted to sex, even more so than the rest of them would be.

With all the cumshots and orgasms firing away and thrusts getting so sloppy and frantic, Dracozolt couldn’t hold his release back any longer, getting fucked full of seed and Armaldo’s constant clamping and bouncing getting his cum pouring inside that big ass of his. He’d grab onto those soft and squishy cheeks of his and tug Armaldo backwards to hilt his bubble butt, nutting hard into that sweet, milking cavern with his slightly sparkled and electrified seed crackling and stimulating every nerve inside the Hoenn male’s ass, including his prostate. The internal electrostimulation to his butt was all Armaldo needed to go off with a howl, kiss breaking with Archeops and his stringy, clingy cum spraying all over Archeops’ crotch and belly as well as showering Garchomp’s breasts and face in his mess of bug-type cum. The silkiness of his seed felt strange but enjoyable to Garchomp as it drooled and ran down his scales quickly, leaving plenty of leftover trails in its wake almost like a web of cum was forming from the especially clingy nature of bug-type semen.

All six males were howling and moaning for each other as their hips bucked and their cum fling into or onto someone, five holes taking a deep filling while Armaldo’s release was spurred on by those soft breasts his dick rubbed against with his thrusting and grinding on them and on Dracozolt. Garchomp’s bedroom [B]reeked[/B] of the thick stink of sex and masculinity from their excessive fucking each other, thrusts starting to pick up again even as they were all still emptying their massive balls into each other, their initial orgasms only heightening their libido and increasing their sex drive to fuck more and more. As they all began to disperse from Garchomp's body, he would see that they weren’t letting him go, no they were far from finished with him. This was merely a change in positions.

Now with him laying atop of Armaldo and Tyrantrum mounting his large ass, their hard dicks aimed for that gaped, cum spilling fuck hole of his, Rampardos throbbing in front of his face, Archeops laying on top of him, hotdogging the dragon-type’s dick with his own soft, fat and feathery ass, and Dracozolt mounting Rampardos, hotdogging the Sinnoh male’s plump booty, he knew that he was likely going to be here for… who knows how long, really. It could be a matter of minutes, they could fuck for hours longer, they could be here until the sun [I]sets![/I] All he knew was that he was going to be a [I]very[/I] sore dragon when they were done with him. As they all took their plunges into round two, Garchomp’s mouth taking a filling of dick and two cocks stretching his ass wider than it ever was, Archeops’ plump, soft butt sitting upon his dick and Dracozolt hilting Rampardos, all Garchomp could do was cry out loud and suck off his next fossil Pokemon while being ridden all over again. They would fuck and rut each other for hours indeed, pistoning against one another, asses bouncing and clapping, cocks throbbing and pounding, lips locking all over from Archeops french kissing Garchomp to Rampardos and Tyrantrum making out over the sluts beneath them while Dracozolt bit and sucked on Rampardos’ neck. Armaldo would suck on Rampardos’ balls from below while plunging upward into Garchomp’s clenched, slutty breeding hole, railing the bitch like he was trying to knock him up. They’d rut and use each other’s bodies with Garchomp constantly in the middle of it all, cum spraying and spilling in another group climax with Garchomp taking three massive loads at the same time while he burst into that feathery booty milking him dry while Archeops came all over Garchomp’s front. Dracozolt would erupt in Rampardos as if trying to breed him, the Sinnoh fossil Pokemon moaning out loud and encouraging the bottom heavy Galarian to give it his all, milking that big dick in his fat ass for all the seed he can get out of that cute dragon.

They’d all pull out soon after and would stand around the panting and moaning Garchomp, jerking off with their musky dicks in his face, the slut on his knees jerking off two and sucking off one, occasionally swapping out who gets hands and who gets mouth while his tail occupied his own dick until five loud growls and groans sounded and he’d take a messy bukkake all over himself, his scales coated white in their cumshots that hosed him down head to toe. And even that wouldn’t stop him as he’d be bent over by Archeops and fucked before the frisky, overly excited male even finished his orgasm, pumping the rest in that ass while he fucked Garchomp raw, the male then spitroasted by Dracozolt thrusting in his mouth and the other three continuing to jerk off around them while he was ravaged like a common whore, all the while submitting, moaning, screaming, begging for more.

They’d use his body like a cock sleeve, drilling his mouth and ass with another fresh load of fossil seed and then he’d be repositioned again, laid on his side with Armaldo behind him, leg raised taking a rut while getting sucked off by Tyrantrum who also laid on his side in a 69 with Garchomp while Rampardos fucked the Kalos fossil’s ass. Garchomp and Tyrantrum sucked each other off while getting hammered by Armaldo and Rampardos, Archeops and Dracozolt opting into mutually jerking each other off while making out to the show before them, their dicks aimed at the pair of whores taking cock and blowing each other, deep, masculine moans and growls rumbling like a gay opera singing its chorus on repeat.

Hours seemed to pass like minutes as the six males lost themselves to their seemingly endless sex drives, fucking and fucking and fucking without rest until, surely enough, the room grew dark yet again as the sun began to set over the horizon. Garchomp’s body was as sore as could be, Armaldo and Tyrantrum roaring and frenching each other as the two fucked and came in Garchomp’s mouth while Archeops and Rampardos sucked off Dracozolt and hammered Garchomp’s fat ass, pouring their sloppy 20ths inside that well abused and well used ass. Puddles upon puddles of cum from all six males were all over the ruined bed sheets with multiple layers worth of semen oozing from all over Garchomp’s body. He was a literal walking cum pile and he was an irreparable whore broken long ago by all the excessive sex. All he could think of was fossil cock and being used by every fossil Pokemon in his home regardless of their gender. He would quickly find new purpose for his work, to revive as many fossils as he could and train them all to willingly make him their personal breeding holes whenever they grew horny for any reason at any time of any day. Perhaps it was morally corrupt to revive long lost life for the sole purpose of having sex with them. But after the rut these five have given him, he seriously couldn’t care less about morality. It was already morally ambiguous to revive these Pokemon into an unfamiliar modern world to begin with, what harm was there in taming them through primal, instinctual urges such as these? And besides, no one would likely ever know. He didn’t just live off on his own. Despite the long stretch of road outside his house, he truly lived in the middle of nowhere with no reason to ever travel that road unless you wanted to explore the nearby mountain he’s carved into his personal extraction mine. And why would anyone bother to come all the way out here when there were so many more and so many better options for exploration essentially everywhere else in Unova? His morals could be as corrupted as his mind and body for the rest of his life and there wouldn’t be a soul in the world who could change his mind. These fossil Pokemon lived to fuck and he only served to bring that purpose back to life.

Garchomp became the happiest slave alive, living his best life with the best job he could ever ask for.