It had been several weeks since his last job, and despite it's general simplicity, the work had left him ragged and worn out. The Charmander felt he had no other options for the time spent, other than soaking himself in a pool of hot syrupy magma-like substance in his home. No yellow backpack, no black-collar with his silver bell. Only his bare form gracing the substance and sinking in. Hot sizzles made the Charmander let out a soft sigh of delight, as he shut his eyes and leaned against the edge like it were a normal pool. He took in a deep breath and completely dipped himself under. For a few moments he stayed and then he returned to shake off the molten rock from his body. He leaned back up against the edge and let his body float. 

Anton Heavenspeak, the Charmander, knew some bills were coming up and that paying them would require work. However with Amare not being around he felt he could get some actual hard work done, rather than letting his small framed form being used as an impromptu flesh-light. Such a thought made his right leg twitch, and he winced in pain. However that very painful thought soon melted away in a fire that helped to realign his physical structure. 

After his hot bath, he climbed out of the pool and made sure to put all the hot substances back into the magma. He patted down his form and felt everything was in the proper place. He pushed his chest out, arching his back inward, and felt his bones pop and crack. "Aaahhh~" Then to the left, to the right, he twisted his upper body to stretch his skin. He bent over and touched the tips of his toes with his hands, then his left hand over his right toes and right hand over his left toes. "Everything still works!" 

The Charmander walked over to a mirror and picked up a toothbrush that he had to hold with both hands. He spurted some paste over it's bristles and began to brush-brush his four total teeth. They were more akin to fangs than actual chompers, but he was adamant to keep them nice and clean. A sheen of white that would make the very winter of Articuno's snow jealous. Next he began to brush up and down his large pink tongue. Anton took it nice and slow, to ensure he didn't rub the flesh too raw. Only when he was satisfied did he gargle it all and spit into the molten pool that was five feet away. Finally he got big cap of his mouthwash undone and put it's rim to his maw. The mander then let it's minty freshness flood his mouth and he swishy-swished the fluids to feel a unique burn that only the cleansing of the wash could provide. He gave it a good gargle and spat it into the same magma as before. Only this would cause a little more of a pop from the flammable alcohol within the wash. 

Cap on the wash, cap on the paste, and brush rinsed off. He was fresh, clean, ready for whatever the day could throw at him. 

Anton headed over towards the door to his little home and put his black collar around his neck and clipping on his silver bell. Jingle Jingle...Jingle Jingle Still worked. Next was his yellow backpack, it contained all the necessary things a rescue team would need in the field. A badge for teleporting clients out of Mystery Dungeons, or team members if they were injured, preserved food for energy and various medicines for ailments. He slung the pack over his back and slid his arms through the folds that kept it from falling off.  The mander was ready for the new day's trials, and headed out the door with a spring in his step and hope in his heart. 

The gentle glaze of a sunny day's warming touch had graced his form, bathing him in rejuvenating light. The world, the very heart of all creation, it seemed to welcome him back after having such misadventures with his ghostly chu friend. He took a few steps down the dirt path of his home and onto the stoney walkway. Then he took a left turn and headed towards Poke-Square.

Each step brought a tune to his mind, and he began to hum it softly to himself....

"...Mmmm Hm Mmmm Nicole and Bart~" 

...one after another he stepped into the plaza and over towards the Pelipper Post Office. He sought a simple job, but one that would help him grow as a Charmander. Anton looked over board, from top to bottom, as the job listings ranged from calming down hostile Pokemon to fetching lost items in various Mystery Dungeons. 

"Oh! This one looks nice!" He reached towards a B-Tier quest and pulled it off the board. His eyes began to scan the words from the top of the sheet. "...Need escort through dangerous area for alchemical ingredients, come find me at my new store in the Poke-Mart...Okay!" Anton smiled wide and carried the paper with him back to the plaza. He searched around for any new buildings and found a particularly small shack with the words "Levin's Brew" scrawled on a plank of wood, hanging just above the door.  "...this must be the place!" 

The Charmander walked up to the large wooden door and put both of his hands over the flat of the front, pushing with his strength to open the unlatched entrance. "Nnnggg...ggggnnnn!" The door creaked, and swung open slowly, revealing the inside of the store. 

Inside of the new store were shelves of empty vials, bottles, retorts, mortars, and other brewing equipment. It was a cobweb infested area, yet not a single spider Pokemon in sight. "Hello?" 

"Oh! OH!" A voice came from the back, behind a bar-table, as a rather strange Raichu popped up and scampered on top of the thing and climbed down to meet the Charmander. 

The Raichu was light brown, like a milk chocolate, with minty green cheeks and tail-bolt slashing behind him. His eyes were a pure watery blue, like an innocent vast sea. Wrapped around the Rai's neck was a matching scarf to his eyes, tattered at the ends and meeting his hips as he stood tall. Slung over his shoulder was a leathery satchel filled with bottles and potions. "Name is Levin Mint Raichu, pleased to meetcha!" Levin pushed his right paw outward towards the Charmander, and eagerly awaited a response. 

Anton blinked and slowly reached forward and took the Raichu's paw with his left, only to have the chu slam his other paw to grasp the Mander's, and shook happily. "I've heard so much about you! A Charmander with a yellow backpack and silver bell collar! You're Anton Heavenspeak! Your Fluffeh Pals team is famous for fighting off a really powerful Grumpig!" 

The Charmander smiled and nodded to the renown he received from Levin. "Yup! We're excellent fi-" 

"You're also infamous for being a group that engages in sexual congress with lots of different pokemon, from bug-types to ghosts! Even a Goodra!" 

All of the blood in Anton's face drained into his feet, becoming light headed and angry with his current stature. He had to correct the Raichu. "I do good work! I help others!"  

There was a sudden crash, behind the counter and on the other-side of a worn wooden door, as both Anton and Levin felt a shock from the quick crumbling noise. There was then a muffled voice returning from the other side. "Hi Spicey Lizard!" It was the Ghostly Pikachu, Amare. "I'm helping get rid of the ghost types that have kinda been vagrants in this place." 

Anton understood just how this new Raichu got to figuring out the more private parts of his career. "Does privacy and secrecy mean nothing to you Amare?!" 

The Ghostly Pikachu jumped up from behind a door and floated down onto the bar, laying on his belly. "Not since I became a spiritual being, oh so close to the reaper's scythe. Dancing on the edge of this realm...and the next." 

Levin and Anton blinked and felt some kind of cold chill run down their spine, as if the true supernatural of the world had just plucked their souls out for a moment. That sudden shiver was reduced to dust as they heard a firm SLAP as a taller Hisyuian Typhlosion had slapped the pikachu on the rear-end. "Stop creeping them out" It was Kura, a similarly ghostly white like the pikachu, with glowing teal and purple flames around their neck in a collar. "Hey Anton, You keeping up with your training?" He asked, leaning over the counter next to Amare. 

The Charmander nodded "Of course! I won't let anything bad happen ever again!" He said with pride. Indeed, night after night he had been working his physical strength and his control over the intensity of his flames. Anton didn't want to be left as useless as he was in the face of that Grumpig. 

Kura nodded, with pride, and returned to the back room to continue working on ridding the ghosts from the Alchemist's new shop. 

Meanwhile Levin approached the Charmander and blinked a couple times. "Hey" He said to Anton. "I need some berries from the forests here. Think you could come along and provide escourt services, and by "escourt" I mean actual protection from whatever might be out there." Levin admitted to them all that he wasn't really proficient with his lightning. In fact, the Ghostly Amare could more than likely overpower him, despite being an evolutionary tier below him. 

Anton pondered the request and then nodded to the Raichu. He wanted to prove his worth is more than just some bigger Pokemon's flesh-light. 

"Wonderful!" Levin proclaimed, jumping up and doing a little shake in excitement. "Lets be on our way!" The Raichu quickly scrambled and made off with Anton. Both of them heading to the wilds. 

Amare watched with shocked eyes and blinked a couple times to make sure that reality hadn't just slipped away. The chu had known Anton as someone who didn't work alone. He always had back-up, whether it was himself or some other rescue team. Then again, it wasn't like they were going to take on some big boss Pokemon, just gathering some ingredients. Amare convinced himself that the two would be fine, and would return safely. 

"Hey, Amare, do you know what half of these potions do? I mean I'm seeing a lot of faded labels, and no clear way to identify them." Kura stepped into the main service area and looked around for the Raichu and Anton. "Where did they go?" 

The Pikachu rolled onto his back and stretched outward. "Ah they are going ingredient hunting, for the shop." 

The typhlosion blinked and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright then." He then shrugged his shoulders and popped open the cork on one of the potions, using his thumb, and took a sip. 

Amare was horrified

"Tastes like lemon and tea...with a slight tangy aftertaste. It goes with the others that taste good." He was about to head into the back room to put the potion away, when Amare shouted after him.

The chu, now completely petrified in fear, leaned upward "WHAT DO YOU MEAN OTHERS THAT TASTE GOOD? HOW MANY HAVE YOU SIPPED?!" 

Kura stopped and turned back to his spirit brother. He nervously smiled, and shrugged. "Maybe five or ten? Oh and one of those ghosts that live in teacups, I drank one of those."  

"WHAT THE DUCK KURA?!" Suddenly a rumble could be heard, as if a thousand soldiers were cascading down the path towards them. 

Kura and Amare darted to the window to see a horde of seemingly aroused Pichus all running towards them. 

The two held each other in their arms, and braced for the worst.

 

Along an unbeaten path, forwarded by two souls, they search for ingredients to serve in the alchemist's shop. One, who runs the store, is able to identify plenty of plants and substances that could be used to make curatives for injured Pokemon. While the other, a simple aid, watches over the Raichu to ensure nothing attacks. 

Anton looked and scanned every identifiable spot, where someone or something might conceal themselves, and found that they were totally alone inside the Sinister Woods. 

Yet, despite it's namesake, there were hardly any threats or dangerous entities that concerned the Charmander. Even at his higher than normal level there would usually be a Mankey swinging along the branches or an Ekans studying the two intruders. 

Instead Levin, the Raichu, was able to stuff their shoulder slung satchel with plenty of plants, mosses, mushrooms, and even the boney remains of some strange creature. Which Anton asked to not disturb, but Levin wanted the marrow for some strange concoction "Hey Anton, I have a few questions...I mean if you don't mind me asking." 

"If it's about the Scolipede or the Goodra, I don't know and don't care to know." Anton replied, a strong itch in his head has driven him into a fowl mood. 

"No no, not that, I mean, what are your goals in life?" Levin asked, pulling out a glass vial full of water. The Raichu uncorked it and put the ring to his lips, drinking the water thirstily.

Anton's expression became one of curiosity and, for the moment, excitement to talk about something that wasn't sex related. "Oh...Well...My ultimate goal is World Domination!...but not like evil world domination, moreso good world domination." 

"Is there a difference?" Levin asked.

The Charmander found a nice tree to lean against and nodded his head. "Well, yeah. Bad World Domination is when you take everything without cause or without care. Pokemon see you as evil, they wish you dead. However Good World Domination is when you sit at the top, helping others in anyway possible." 

The Raichu found the answer quite refreshing. It was a very childish and unrealistic goal, however he felt that this dream would be best kept alive. "Well, last question. In this world of ours, a bad world full of bad pokemon, is Revenge good or evil?" 

"Well it depends...It depends on the actions taken to achieve that revenge. If your target is only the one that wronged you, and you do nothing to harm others, I suppose revenge could be justified. However going about it by destroying everything and everyone to get at your target? That is wrong." Anton looked up and found a leaf flutter towards the ground, it's leafy form brushed against his cheek and slide onto the dirt. 

"Looks like that is all, shall we return to my store? I have to get Amare's order all cleaned up and ready." Levin said, flicking his bolt-end tail like a whip.

Anton blinked a couple times and then nodded to the Raichu. "Yeah...I feel that we weren't here long though. You sure we got everything we need?" 

"Uh-huh. Believe it or not  but each of my potions only needs a sliver of material in order to brew something special. One of my popular Max Ethers has a taste of freshly seared mushrooms. I have a customer who buys them like that, for a premium!" 

The Charmander put his right hand under his chin and held his left hand over his hips. He pondered and came to the conclusion that the Raichu was certainly something special for Pokemon Square to have. He nodded his head in firm believe that the Raichu would do nothing but help the square benefit from his goods. 

Anton went to open his mouth, to speak, as a droplet of water fall onto his smooth head. He looked up and saw a cloudy sky. The heavens looked to cry, a deadly situation for Anton to be in. "We should hurry!" 

The Raichu nodded and turned back towards town. "Let us make haste!" 

Levin began to bolt along the ground like any of his kind, while Anton ran as fast as he could on his two stubby legs. 

The Charmander lagged a little behind the Raichu. He picked up the pace and charged up towards the Raichu's left side. 

"That's it Anton! Keep it up and we'll make it back!" Raichu cheered, as they entered Pokemon Square at record speeds. 

Both Levin and Anton turned to the left, sliding along the path, almost like they were drifting in a race! The Charmander's hand grasped onto the ground, keeping his balance along the sharp turn, while the Raichu pushed their bolt tip into the ground and pushed them towards their shop. 

"ALMOST THERE!" Levin cheered as he bolted into his home, via an open window, and Anton charged into the door. The mander turned and slammed the door shut behind him, as he took breath after breath in exhaustion. 

"I need to work on my cardio" He muttered, eyes closed and exhausted. "My tail flame is burning bright." 

Anton opened his eyes and felt the shatter of a thousand glass windows. "WHAT IN ARCEUS'S NAME?!" 

He found that the Raichu was laying on top of the big Typhlosion's belly, splotched with what looked like a small flood of spunk on and in Kura. The Hisyuian was knocked out, snoring almost, as he was covered in cum. 

However the difference was that the mess was electrified, crackling with bolted energies that kept both him and the Ghostly Pikachu paralyzed. 

"....Wow..." Levin said, trying to find balance on the Typhlosion's belly. "I wonder what happened here." He slowly slid off the big fire/ghost type and planted his feet on the ground. It was a little slippery, little shocking too. "Don't touch any of them, I think the stuff is electrified." The Raichu reclaimed his balance and carefully walked over towards Amare. "They are out cold...huh...I think they might have gotten into some of my more...exotic potions..." 

Anton blinked twice, waiting for a continued statement after the word "Potion," however there was no further explanation. "...Uh...Y...WHAT?!" 

Levin turned back towards the Charmander and nodded. "Yeah, one of my experimentals. I have one potion that acts as a lure for several hundred Pichus. Only after it's creation did I hide it behind some of my more uninteresting potions...so others aren't tempted by it. Seems they found it." 

The Charmander's brow furrowed as he held out his hands, confused and angry. "WHAT?!" 

The Raichu wobbled over to his closet and procured a bucket of soapy water and a mop. "Well, glad to see they are still amongst the living. Now just to clean up." He mopped over and around the unconscious ghost-types, making sure to clean up every last drop. "Mmmm Hm Mmmmm Mmmmm Hmmmm Mmmm" 

One irritated blink, and close to his brain exploding, Anton leaned in and repeated himself. "WHAT?!"  The Mander nearly tripped over his own feet stepping towards Levin, his body tensing up as nothing has made sense. "A....POTION....THAT ATTRACTS....HORNY...PICHUS?! ARE YOU NUTS?!" 

The Raichu shrugged and winked at Anton "Don't ask me, I just mix the stuff together...I don't know how it works with them biologically. Usually just pour them over a plant or the dirt and see what sticks. Though seeing a mass of little rodents banging the ground I spilt the potion on is quite...eh...not disturbing but just unbelievable." 

Anton grabbed his head and started to pant, his body was heating up. "Why.......in the name of Arceus....Would something like that exist?" 

"Cause Arceus hates us...and Giratina thinks it's funny?" Kura said, finally waking up. "Hey Anton, good to see you haven't been the target of our fuck up. You two find all you need?" The Typhlosion got up and stretched his back. "Uggg, that floor is not comfortable." He leaned down and picked up his ghostly bro Pikachu and slung him over his right shoulder. "I'm taking Amare home, you two sort this out." With that he walked past the Raichu, past the Charmander, and headed out the door. 

"This is madness..." Anton whispered, trying to find peace within his frantic head. Only he couldn't stop to imagine himself being in the center of a hundred horny Typhlosion. "I need to go hooome." 

"Home? But you have only been out and about for maybe two and a half hours." Raichu said, flicking his tail back and forth. 

"I know..I KNOOOOOOOW....but this is getting me bothered, and I need to go home..." 

Levin's eyes lit up as he smiled wider than a whole river. The lightning rodent bolted to his shelves and scoured through the various poultices, potions, and salves. "Hold on! I want to test out a potion that dampens one's arousal. I think you'd like it." The Raichu took up a potion full of purple syrup. "I thiiiiiiiiiiink this miiiiiiiiight be the one." He examined it closely and made a note of what it was...before it was swiped from him by Anton.

The Charmander uncorked the bottle and downed it's contents with a single gulp. Levin's eyes opened wide and waited for the effects to take place. 

Yet...nothing happened. 

"Huh...I wonder if your body's internal heat neutralized the contents." Levin took note of this and lowered himself down to write in a nearby notepad. He wanted to document the results of this potion, if only there was one. It seemed like Anton had just burned it all before it reached his system. "How do you feel?"

....

"Anton?" 

....

"Antoooooooon?" 

....

"ANTON!" 

...."Oh Arceus...It hurts." Anton whimpered, clutching his stomach and curling over forward. His body began to pulse a deep red. He felt the potion's contents flowing through his bloodstream. It flushed through, burning him up with a flame outside of what he was normally used to. It forced him to the ground as he shivered and panted. All he could think about was how he would submit to that ghostly Hisyuian Typhlosion's rampet rutting of his rear-end. His mind rolled images of his butt being clasped by a pair of big grabby hands, squeezing and digging their claws into his flesh. The rough riding press of a bit member pushing against his tail-hole, stretching him, he could feel a good length press against his prostate and force him to blast his own spunk against the ground, both in the vision and in reality. 

"Holy Arceus...Anton are you...f-f-f-f-lip...You good?" Levin said, positioning himself in front of his table and beside the Charmander. "I think that might have made it worse...judging by your convulsions and cumming actual buckets. 

"Arceus..."* Anton whispered "It feels like I'm being railed...uugg....Aaahh...aannn....." The Charmander curled up tighter, feeling his own mander-hood pump out sticky globs of his own cum. He felt that his very energy, his heat and fire, were all being siphoned (I almost spelt it "Syphon" Syphon Filter Remake when Sony?) to generate more and more protein rich alabaster paste.  "It hurts...it huuuurts" He cried, slashing his tail outward. 

Levin blinked and rolled his eyes around, playfully. He got down onto the floor, walked over to Anton's front, and laid down in the hot mess the Charmander made. The Raichu pulled the mander close, resting his head on the soft creamy belly, while placing his small digits over the knotted member that Anton possessed. In slow, gentle, thorough motions, he started to paw up and down the hot length. "It's okay Anton, I got you~" 

Anton looked down over the chu's head and watched as he was being stroked off. "T...Thank you Levin!" 

The Rai looked back to the mander, smiled and nodded, while gently jerking off the smaller lizard. "Goodness this thing is burning hot. I bet you make all the ladies and lads happy when you stuff them~" 

A silence filled the room, then broke as Anton admitted. "I'm.......kinda gay." 

Levin looked back again and let out a soft, but firm, huff. "What do you mean "Kinda Gay?" Do you want to breed a female or not?" 

The lizard shook his head and looked away. "I'm....a little bit of a bottom....okay a lot of a bottom." 

His digits wrapped around the length and rubbed left and right. "Aww" Levin leaned up to the mander's head and began to whisper sweet, sweet situations into their ears. "Just imagine being rocked by a big Dragonite~ Their claws digging into your hips as they ram that massive cock up inside you. Their gentle rumbles, the power of a dragon behind you, it feels so perfect~." Levin said, picking up speed with his mutual masturbation of the orange fire lizard. "They growl your name, gripping hard around your nice cheeks, stretching you out as their knot rams against your hole. Your prostate gets absolutely obliterated, as their fleshy nubs around their cock scratch every inch inside you. You won't be able to last longer if they keep this up." 

Anton looked up toward the ceiling, huffing happily as he bucked his hips into the Rai's grasp. "Y...Yes...YEs~!"He imagined himself rocking himself on the Dragonite's member and let out a sharp gasp as he imagined the knot slipping in, and a warm flood of dragon spunk filling his belly up. His member couldn't take the fantasy, and let out his biggest orgasm yet. He rammed his hips up. 

Levin let go of the mander's length and quickly procured a bottle and put the top of it over the tip of the mander's cock. "Good Boy~" The Raichu whispered, as he watched the bottle get filled up with hot fire cum. Even with glass, it felt burning to touch. Levin watched the container become tightly filled. "Let it aaaaaall out." 

The charmander's tail-flame grow a bit, get hotter, as the last of his climax finally pushed out into the bottle. 

"Good!" With a full bottle the Chu pulled back and immediately corked the container. "This will do wonderfully in my next potion!" Levin looked down and found that the Charmander was unconscious and happy. "Levin you've outdone yourself!" He praised, smirking as he put the bottle of Charmander spunk into his satchel. "Don't worry, I have a place where you can sleep." 

"Perhaps....you can help me fill another bottle later on~" Levin said, sinister-like, as he began to drag the fire lizard into the back of the room.