Story Notes:
This story series is about an unusual form of Pokemon breeding. It focuses mostly on humanoid Pokemon (such as Lucario), so keep that in mind if your tastes are different. In any case, most of the series is about NC sex between Pokemon (but not rape - you'll understand if you read it), so now you know what to expect.
Chapter 5 - To become a champion
Sara and her cloaked companions left the next day. Roland was a little sad to hear they'd gone without sorting the argument he'd had with her, but mostly he was glad that she wouldn't be around to poke into his affairs. He intended to train in secret and then beat her outright the next time they met. He knew that maybe that approach was a little melodramatic, but he couldn't help feeling a bit excited about beginning his first real quest with Demi. Demi too showed signs of anticipation, getting up with the dawn and training while Roland slept in a while. Though Demi's training had been battle-oriented and not breeding-oriented, it still showed that he was looking forward to his new occupation.
Rugged up against the crisp autumn breeze, Roland adjusted his scarf, letting its maroon tassels play in the wind as he strode with Demi through the auburn forest. They were looking for a secluded spot to work out a plan of action, and Roland had a particular one in mind. About 15 minutes walk into the forest was a waterfall. In spring and summer, young Mudkip and Poliwag could often be seen playing in the pools at the foot of the falls, but in winter it was usually untouched aside from the occasional Goldeen making its way up the falls and along the stream that stretched back into the mountains. Heavy brush surrounded the stream for a fair distance, so the place was very quiet and peaceful. Demi and he often used the area to train for battles, but now it had an altogether different use for the two.
"Remember this place, Demi?" Roland asked his companion as they cleared the last of the undergrowth and entered the sun-filled clearing. Demi responded affirmatively in Roland's mind, preferring mental communication to speaking in his native Lucario tongue. It was a trick he and Roland had discovered some time ago, while meditating at these same falls. As it was unusual for Lucario to be able to speak into the minds of their trainers, whenever they were around others or in a public area Demi would act like a normal - albeit quiet - Lucario in order to hide their "secret". Truth was, Roland was sure he could teach other Lucario to do it as well, but he liked having a sort of secret weapon for battles. Out here in the forest, the likelihood of psychic Pokemon detecting their mingled thought waves was very low, so they relaxed.
"Ok Demi, we can't just charge in and assume we'll win anymore. We came close, but from now on we're going to win everything with careful planning and hard work. Let's rely on our luck as a last resort only." Demi nodded, skipping lightly across the surface of the water with well-practiced moves. Roland grinned. "Ready to begin huh? I understand your anticipation. I haven't felt this alive in a long time!" Excitement buzzed between the two through the psychic link as Roland hopped across some half-submerged stones to join Demi the other side of the stream. They looked up at the falls in unison.
The falls themselves were only about 35 feet high and just 10 feet wide, running in a series of rivulets down a sharp rock face. In the past, hikers would climb the trail and have their Pokemon climb the small cliff for them to continue their trail up the mountain. Just beyond the top of the falls lay an old picnic and camping site, but in recent times the inflow of hikers had more or less stopped, and the site lay abandoned and unused. The water was fresh, originating from an underground spring somewhere higher up in the mountains and usually flowed all year-round, though it would occasionally freeze up in winter if the conditions got cold enough. As it was autumn, the falls roared merrily, sending cascades of spray to coat everything within a short distance of the cliff.
Lucario stood with his face to the falls and closed his eyes, bathing in the fine spray that coated his fur. Many a time over the past few summers, he and Roland had played in the water and tried to brave the crashing pressure of the waterfall, seeing how long they could last under the water's heavy downpour. Autumn meant cold temperatures, however, and Roland had no intention of bathing in hypothermia-inducing streams. Fortunately, behind the falls was their "secret base", a small alcove where they would often camp and Roland would read adventure books out loud while Demi practiced their secret battle techniques. It was similar to what they had come to do today, Demi thought, slipping beneath the overhanging rock and into the area beyond.
Their "campsite" was mostly untouched. In the days of Roland's youth, he'd often come there with his friends and they would play Pirates or some other game and tell ghost stories and fantasize about finding treasure buried at the back of the tiny cave. Time had once again left the place abandoned, and the scent of wet soil was about the only thing that still lingered in the cave, old and musty. Roland stepped through, shaking the drops of moisture off of his parka. "Wow. We haven't been here in a while, hey pal?" he grinned, sitting down on a nearby rock. Roland had to half shout to be heard over the rush of the falls, but that was good since it meant nobody else could eavesdrop on their conversations easily. Plus, they could see out of the falls, but it was hard to see in, so any intruders would be noticed long before they noticed Roland and Demi.
"All right, down to business," Roland said over the rush of the falls. "By the sound of things, stamina is very important in these battles, as well as careful manipulation of your opponent. I think today we can work on the stamina part, at least until I can find you an opponent to practice on." Demi stretched and limbered up, waiting for orders with expectant eyes. Roland looked a little nervous. "Now um, since this is about sex, I'm going to have to pretty much teach you things like how to masturbate, and I'm going to have to watch everything you do. There can't be any privacy between us, because we're up against people who will use your body against you if you don't know how to control it. Are you ok with this?" He averted his gaze a little, embarrassed. Roland didn't find his Pokemon sexually attractive in any way, but it still felt weird to ask another male if you could watch them masturbate. Demi grimaced, but nodded. Pokemon didn't mind humans seeing them naked, or even engaging in sexual acts, but this was almost like Roland was going to participate... Still, Demi reminded himself, this was different to breeding. This was working together to reach a common goal, and if he couldn't handle something like this then they wouldn't get anywhere.
Roland nodded, and let out a slow breath. "Ok. Keep your mind linked with mine the whole time, if you can. It will be easier to give you directions in thoughts rather than in words. Now uh, face the waterfall, and close your eyes. You might want to sit down if you need." Demi nodded but remained standing, the ground reminding him of his humiliation at the hands of Allora too much. "Focus, Demi, we'll deal with her later." Roland broke in, reminding Demi that his thoughts were quite visible to his trainer. Butterflies fluttered briefly in his stomach as he tried to keep his thoughts on the task at hand. "Uh actually," Roland said, "Scratch that, focus ON her." Demi's inquisitive thought met Roland's mind like a ponderous bubble. "Well, I can't think of anything else for you to fantasize about, so you might as well..." Roland said, closing his eyes to try and prepare for the feeling he was all too used to in his old body. But none came.
For Demi, the thought of Allora was humiliating and not in the least bit a turn-on. Things were obviously not going to be that easy for the poor Lucario. Roland wracked his brains. "What now?" he asked himself, forgetting his link with Demi, "I don't have any female Pokemon fantasies in MY brain! All I have are humans..." As he thought that, the image of Sara topless rose unbidden to his thoughts. He recalled the way her breath had felt on his skin, the feel of her body with his hands on it, her soft moan... Demi's exclamation of surprise reminded Roland with a sharp jolt that they were still linked. Roland realized he'd managed to turn HIMSELF on unintentionally, and had also shared a little piece of info with Demi that he had intended to keep private. "I-it's not what you think Demi," he began, half standing. "I... we didn't do anything more than that. I couldn't go through with-" he paused, falling back onto his seat in surprise.
Demi was not staring at Roland, nor was he really paying attention to his comments. What had Demi surprised was the fact that somehow Roland's arousal had passed through the link to him. Demi was staring at his partially erect penis in disbelief. The thought of a naked human girl had turned him on? He had no interest in humans! "Uh, Demi.." Roland began nervously, "I think that you're sharing my arousal. T-try imagining doing with Allora what I was doing with Sara." he offered, trying to keep the feeling going. Demi closed his eyes and concentrated, and Roland did also, returning his thoughts to Sara's body. Again his hand moved over her chest, only now it was Demi's paw groping her breast gently, and as he watched in amazement, Sara's body was gradually replaced with the body of Allora, yet his arousal did not diminish. Faintly, he realized that this was his Lucario's fantasy now, and that the arousal he was experiencing belonged to his own Pokemon, and not him.
The thought of having sex with a Pokemon - even in a shared fantasy - appalled Roland, but to pull out now would be selfish, and so he resigned himself to what was to come. He took a deep breath, and in his mind began to move Demi's hand over Allora's breast, as he'd done with Sara. Demi's own mind took over now, squeezing her breast gently as he began to lose himself in the fantasy. She moaned softly - a very Lucario-ish noise - but to Demi it was a sound as beautiful as the ones Roland had heard his few sexual partners give. Roland saw that Demi was now fully erect, his member fully free of its sheath. Careful not to dispel the fantasy, Roland nudged a thought into Demi's mind as Demi continued to focus on the scenario that was forming mentally.
Demi responded to Roland's thought almost subconsciously, his fingers wrapping around his own shaft gently and beginning to slide up and down in an imitation of what Allora had done to him in the arena. As he stroked, he continued to focus on the fantasy, listening to the increase of breath and the soft moans of "Allora" as his imaginary paws groped her breasts, kissing and licking her nipples lightly with his hot tongue. Roland was mostly dormant now, carefully monitoring the fantasy and filling in any blanks that Demi drew, but Demi was quite fine on his own now, a spot of precum dripping from his cock as he continued to move his paw up and down, gathering pace as he fantasized about Allora.
Fantasy Demi leaned up to do something he wouldn't have dared to do in the arena - kiss Allora - as he continued to fondle her breasts. Her breath was getting quicker now and his own closeness to orgasm caused him to catch his breath as his paw slid down the soft fur of her stomach and between her legs, brushing against the warm folds of her sex.
And that was it. Demi's pleasure skyrocketed, and all of a sudden he jerked forward, falling to his knees as wave after wave of ecstasy hit him and his seed spilled out onto the cave floor, panting and moaning as his paw continued to pump and squeeze the last bit of pleasure from his body, mind blank of everything else. Faintly, he registered Roland hitting the ground a small ways behind him, staring with shock at the cave floor as he tried to stay upright on his hands and knees.
"D-demi.." Roland managed, his mind reeling as he felt his Pokemon's orgasm almost as strongly as Demi had felt it. Once upon a time, Roland's own orgasms had felt that good, but over time he'd lost the ability to reach that ground-shaking feeling he'd first had. Demi had reminded him just what that felt like and now he could barely think as well, wondering how Demi had even managed to stay in control so long in his match with Allora. Demi's pleasure finally subsided, his paw dropping loosely from his shaft to the floor, panting and staring at the mess he had made. "D...emi.." Roland tried again, briefly checking his pants to make sure he hadn't literally cum, relieved that they were still dry and clean. Demi looked up at Roland, a tinge of embarrassment now burning on his cheeks. "Demi," Roland said for the third time, "If that's how good it feels for you, it's no wonder you had a hard time with Allora. My god, it's been years since it's felt that good for me, and just... wow."
"I think we'll definitely need to get past that bit before you and I can become real competitors in this Black League, buddy." Roland panted, pushing himself back into his seating position. Demi glanced at his paw and at the mess on the ground, nodding slowly. "In any case" Roland continued, "You might as well get cleaned up. I think we've done more than enough for today. If you can keep doing that on your own over the next few weeks until you feel it's not as good anymore, then we can move onto the rest. There's no rush though - take your time. Believe me, it's only that good for a short while, so you may as well enjoy while it is." Demi sent a thought of acknowledgment, and then reached into the falls, taking a few handfuls of water and dumped them on the mess he'd made, washing it away into the waterfall. "I hope nobody takes a drink just now!" Roland joked as Demi leapt into the water himself, washing the cum and sweat off of his body.
Demi shot him an exasperated look, and Roland laughed and continued. "I know it's not as dignified as sex, but masturbation has its own benefits!" Roland called after his bathing pal. "For one thing, things go EXACTLY how you want them to. For another, it clears your head!" Demi noticed this was true - his mind felt much less weighed down by sexual desires and impulse now. With a clearer head, Demi thought, I bet I'll be able to handle these battles much better!" He waded back into the cavern, dripping water on his way in. "Whoa hey don't bring all that water over here!" complained Roland, edging away from his sopping wet companion. Demi grinned an evil grin, and before Roland could react, he leapt across the room and gave Roland a big, wet Lucario hug. "Aaah! Nooo!" cried Roland as his clothes were drenched in cold water. "Hmph." Muttered Roland as Lucario sat, grinning, on his chest, "At least the water's pretty warm. Maybe I'll take a bath myself while my CLOTHES DRY," he added, glaring at Demi only half seriously.
Shedding his clothing, Roland rummaged around at the back of the cavern for a moment before coming back with some wood and a small gas heater that they'd left there a few months ago in case something like that happened. Facing the gas heater away from the waterfall and placing it up near the back of the alcove, Roland activated it, his clothes placed in front of it on a rusty metal hanger he'd also left there before. "Alright you," he said, turning to Demi who was lazily drying off on the rock Roland had been sitting on, "TIME TO FACE THE WETINATOR!" At this, he grabbed his struggling companion and dunked his head in the waterfall, holding it there for a moment before Demi managed to slip free from Roland's grasp and stumble back. Roland whirled to catch him and was rewarded with a spray of water to the face that Demi had saved in his mouth from the falls. Coughing and laughing, Roland dragged Demi out into the pool beyond.
They swam and had water fights for a bit, though it was only viable in the early afternoon sun. As the day wore on, the water began to get colder, and finally Roland decided to get out. The air chilled his body greatly, so he made quick steps to the cave, but was stopped halfway by a sudden feminine cackle. "Wha- who?" he demanded, before realizing he was naked and covered up in embarrassment. He spun around, and was surprised to see three of the cloaked people who had been with Sara the day before. All three were female, causing Roland even greater discomfort. "Uhhh... be with you in a minute!" Roland shouted to them, turning back to head into the cave. "Uh uh, I think you'll wait right there. We have business with you." spoke one of the girls, green eyes flashing under her hood. The next thing Roland knew, there was a Scyther in front of him. It spun him around to face the girls again, placing a blade to his throat. Demi tensed for battle, but another girl intervened. "Oh no you don't, Lucario. If you make a move, your trainer here loses his head. I'm not kidding either."
Demi hesitated. The humans looked serious, and he wanted to protect Roland, not get his head cut off. "That's a good little Pokemon," cooed the second girl, "Just do what we say and you'll be fine." Roland struggled angrily for a moment before the Scyther's blade pressed harder against his throat, causing him to stop lest he cut his own throat open. "What do you want?" he hissed, glaring at the first girl who now stood mid-stream, balanced carefully on a rock despite wearing high-heeled boots. "Simple," she replied, lifting off her hood and glaring back at him with deep brown eyes, "Sara sent us here to teach you two a lesson in humiliation. You're being challenged to a breeder battle, here and now. With ante." she added, giggling. Roland raised an eyebrow at the giggles, but saw nothing but malice in her eyes.
"Fine." Roland said after a moment, his mind made up. "Name your terms."Chapter End Notes:Sorry this took so long, and sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger. On the upside, there will be plenty of adult action for the next chapter or so as we end up with yet another breeding battle on our hands
Rugged up against the crisp autumn breeze, Roland adjusted his scarf, letting its maroon tassels play in the wind as he strode with Demi through the auburn forest. They were looking for a secluded spot to work out a plan of action, and Roland had a particular one in mind. About 15 minutes walk into the forest was a waterfall. In spring and summer, young Mudkip and Poliwag could often be seen playing in the pools at the foot of the falls, but in winter it was usually untouched aside from the occasional Goldeen making its way up the falls and along the stream that stretched back into the mountains. Heavy brush surrounded the stream for a fair distance, so the place was very quiet and peaceful. Demi and he often used the area to train for battles, but now it had an altogether different use for the two.
"Remember this place, Demi?" Roland asked his companion as they cleared the last of the undergrowth and entered the sun-filled clearing. Demi responded affirmatively in Roland's mind, preferring mental communication to speaking in his native Lucario tongue. It was a trick he and Roland had discovered some time ago, while meditating at these same falls. As it was unusual for Lucario to be able to speak into the minds of their trainers, whenever they were around others or in a public area Demi would act like a normal - albeit quiet - Lucario in order to hide their "secret". Truth was, Roland was sure he could teach other Lucario to do it as well, but he liked having a sort of secret weapon for battles. Out here in the forest, the likelihood of psychic Pokemon detecting their mingled thought waves was very low, so they relaxed.
"Ok Demi, we can't just charge in and assume we'll win anymore. We came close, but from now on we're going to win everything with careful planning and hard work. Let's rely on our luck as a last resort only." Demi nodded, skipping lightly across the surface of the water with well-practiced moves. Roland grinned. "Ready to begin huh? I understand your anticipation. I haven't felt this alive in a long time!" Excitement buzzed between the two through the psychic link as Roland hopped across some half-submerged stones to join Demi the other side of the stream. They looked up at the falls in unison.
The falls themselves were only about 35 feet high and just 10 feet wide, running in a series of rivulets down a sharp rock face. In the past, hikers would climb the trail and have their Pokemon climb the small cliff for them to continue their trail up the mountain. Just beyond the top of the falls lay an old picnic and camping site, but in recent times the inflow of hikers had more or less stopped, and the site lay abandoned and unused. The water was fresh, originating from an underground spring somewhere higher up in the mountains and usually flowed all year-round, though it would occasionally freeze up in winter if the conditions got cold enough. As it was autumn, the falls roared merrily, sending cascades of spray to coat everything within a short distance of the cliff.
Lucario stood with his face to the falls and closed his eyes, bathing in the fine spray that coated his fur. Many a time over the past few summers, he and Roland had played in the water and tried to brave the crashing pressure of the waterfall, seeing how long they could last under the water's heavy downpour. Autumn meant cold temperatures, however, and Roland had no intention of bathing in hypothermia-inducing streams. Fortunately, behind the falls was their "secret base", a small alcove where they would often camp and Roland would read adventure books out loud while Demi practiced their secret battle techniques. It was similar to what they had come to do today, Demi thought, slipping beneath the overhanging rock and into the area beyond.
Their "campsite" was mostly untouched. In the days of Roland's youth, he'd often come there with his friends and they would play Pirates or some other game and tell ghost stories and fantasize about finding treasure buried at the back of the tiny cave. Time had once again left the place abandoned, and the scent of wet soil was about the only thing that still lingered in the cave, old and musty. Roland stepped through, shaking the drops of moisture off of his parka. "Wow. We haven't been here in a while, hey pal?" he grinned, sitting down on a nearby rock. Roland had to half shout to be heard over the rush of the falls, but that was good since it meant nobody else could eavesdrop on their conversations easily. Plus, they could see out of the falls, but it was hard to see in, so any intruders would be noticed long before they noticed Roland and Demi.
"All right, down to business," Roland said over the rush of the falls. "By the sound of things, stamina is very important in these battles, as well as careful manipulation of your opponent. I think today we can work on the stamina part, at least until I can find you an opponent to practice on." Demi stretched and limbered up, waiting for orders with expectant eyes. Roland looked a little nervous. "Now um, since this is about sex, I'm going to have to pretty much teach you things like how to masturbate, and I'm going to have to watch everything you do. There can't be any privacy between us, because we're up against people who will use your body against you if you don't know how to control it. Are you ok with this?" He averted his gaze a little, embarrassed. Roland didn't find his Pokemon sexually attractive in any way, but it still felt weird to ask another male if you could watch them masturbate. Demi grimaced, but nodded. Pokemon didn't mind humans seeing them naked, or even engaging in sexual acts, but this was almost like Roland was going to participate... Still, Demi reminded himself, this was different to breeding. This was working together to reach a common goal, and if he couldn't handle something like this then they wouldn't get anywhere.
Roland nodded, and let out a slow breath. "Ok. Keep your mind linked with mine the whole time, if you can. It will be easier to give you directions in thoughts rather than in words. Now uh, face the waterfall, and close your eyes. You might want to sit down if you need." Demi nodded but remained standing, the ground reminding him of his humiliation at the hands of Allora too much. "Focus, Demi, we'll deal with her later." Roland broke in, reminding Demi that his thoughts were quite visible to his trainer. Butterflies fluttered briefly in his stomach as he tried to keep his thoughts on the task at hand. "Uh actually," Roland said, "Scratch that, focus ON her." Demi's inquisitive thought met Roland's mind like a ponderous bubble. "Well, I can't think of anything else for you to fantasize about, so you might as well..." Roland said, closing his eyes to try and prepare for the feeling he was all too used to in his old body. But none came.
For Demi, the thought of Allora was humiliating and not in the least bit a turn-on. Things were obviously not going to be that easy for the poor Lucario. Roland wracked his brains. "What now?" he asked himself, forgetting his link with Demi, "I don't have any female Pokemon fantasies in MY brain! All I have are humans..." As he thought that, the image of Sara topless rose unbidden to his thoughts. He recalled the way her breath had felt on his skin, the feel of her body with his hands on it, her soft moan... Demi's exclamation of surprise reminded Roland with a sharp jolt that they were still linked. Roland realized he'd managed to turn HIMSELF on unintentionally, and had also shared a little piece of info with Demi that he had intended to keep private. "I-it's not what you think Demi," he began, half standing. "I... we didn't do anything more than that. I couldn't go through with-" he paused, falling back onto his seat in surprise.
Demi was not staring at Roland, nor was he really paying attention to his comments. What had Demi surprised was the fact that somehow Roland's arousal had passed through the link to him. Demi was staring at his partially erect penis in disbelief. The thought of a naked human girl had turned him on? He had no interest in humans! "Uh, Demi.." Roland began nervously, "I think that you're sharing my arousal. T-try imagining doing with Allora what I was doing with Sara." he offered, trying to keep the feeling going. Demi closed his eyes and concentrated, and Roland did also, returning his thoughts to Sara's body. Again his hand moved over her chest, only now it was Demi's paw groping her breast gently, and as he watched in amazement, Sara's body was gradually replaced with the body of Allora, yet his arousal did not diminish. Faintly, he realized that this was his Lucario's fantasy now, and that the arousal he was experiencing belonged to his own Pokemon, and not him.
The thought of having sex with a Pokemon - even in a shared fantasy - appalled Roland, but to pull out now would be selfish, and so he resigned himself to what was to come. He took a deep breath, and in his mind began to move Demi's hand over Allora's breast, as he'd done with Sara. Demi's own mind took over now, squeezing her breast gently as he began to lose himself in the fantasy. She moaned softly - a very Lucario-ish noise - but to Demi it was a sound as beautiful as the ones Roland had heard his few sexual partners give. Roland saw that Demi was now fully erect, his member fully free of its sheath. Careful not to dispel the fantasy, Roland nudged a thought into Demi's mind as Demi continued to focus on the scenario that was forming mentally.
Demi responded to Roland's thought almost subconsciously, his fingers wrapping around his own shaft gently and beginning to slide up and down in an imitation of what Allora had done to him in the arena. As he stroked, he continued to focus on the fantasy, listening to the increase of breath and the soft moans of "Allora" as his imaginary paws groped her breasts, kissing and licking her nipples lightly with his hot tongue. Roland was mostly dormant now, carefully monitoring the fantasy and filling in any blanks that Demi drew, but Demi was quite fine on his own now, a spot of precum dripping from his cock as he continued to move his paw up and down, gathering pace as he fantasized about Allora.
Fantasy Demi leaned up to do something he wouldn't have dared to do in the arena - kiss Allora - as he continued to fondle her breasts. Her breath was getting quicker now and his own closeness to orgasm caused him to catch his breath as his paw slid down the soft fur of her stomach and between her legs, brushing against the warm folds of her sex.
And that was it. Demi's pleasure skyrocketed, and all of a sudden he jerked forward, falling to his knees as wave after wave of ecstasy hit him and his seed spilled out onto the cave floor, panting and moaning as his paw continued to pump and squeeze the last bit of pleasure from his body, mind blank of everything else. Faintly, he registered Roland hitting the ground a small ways behind him, staring with shock at the cave floor as he tried to stay upright on his hands and knees.
"D-demi.." Roland managed, his mind reeling as he felt his Pokemon's orgasm almost as strongly as Demi had felt it. Once upon a time, Roland's own orgasms had felt that good, but over time he'd lost the ability to reach that ground-shaking feeling he'd first had. Demi had reminded him just what that felt like and now he could barely think as well, wondering how Demi had even managed to stay in control so long in his match with Allora. Demi's pleasure finally subsided, his paw dropping loosely from his shaft to the floor, panting and staring at the mess he had made. "D...emi.." Roland tried again, briefly checking his pants to make sure he hadn't literally cum, relieved that they were still dry and clean. Demi looked up at Roland, a tinge of embarrassment now burning on his cheeks. "Demi," Roland said for the third time, "If that's how good it feels for you, it's no wonder you had a hard time with Allora. My god, it's been years since it's felt that good for me, and just... wow."
"I think we'll definitely need to get past that bit before you and I can become real competitors in this Black League, buddy." Roland panted, pushing himself back into his seating position. Demi glanced at his paw and at the mess on the ground, nodding slowly. "In any case" Roland continued, "You might as well get cleaned up. I think we've done more than enough for today. If you can keep doing that on your own over the next few weeks until you feel it's not as good anymore, then we can move onto the rest. There's no rush though - take your time. Believe me, it's only that good for a short while, so you may as well enjoy while it is." Demi sent a thought of acknowledgment, and then reached into the falls, taking a few handfuls of water and dumped them on the mess he'd made, washing it away into the waterfall. "I hope nobody takes a drink just now!" Roland joked as Demi leapt into the water himself, washing the cum and sweat off of his body.
Demi shot him an exasperated look, and Roland laughed and continued. "I know it's not as dignified as sex, but masturbation has its own benefits!" Roland called after his bathing pal. "For one thing, things go EXACTLY how you want them to. For another, it clears your head!" Demi noticed this was true - his mind felt much less weighed down by sexual desires and impulse now. With a clearer head, Demi thought, I bet I'll be able to handle these battles much better!" He waded back into the cavern, dripping water on his way in. "Whoa hey don't bring all that water over here!" complained Roland, edging away from his sopping wet companion. Demi grinned an evil grin, and before Roland could react, he leapt across the room and gave Roland a big, wet Lucario hug. "Aaah! Nooo!" cried Roland as his clothes were drenched in cold water. "Hmph." Muttered Roland as Lucario sat, grinning, on his chest, "At least the water's pretty warm. Maybe I'll take a bath myself while my CLOTHES DRY," he added, glaring at Demi only half seriously.
Shedding his clothing, Roland rummaged around at the back of the cavern for a moment before coming back with some wood and a small gas heater that they'd left there a few months ago in case something like that happened. Facing the gas heater away from the waterfall and placing it up near the back of the alcove, Roland activated it, his clothes placed in front of it on a rusty metal hanger he'd also left there before. "Alright you," he said, turning to Demi who was lazily drying off on the rock Roland had been sitting on, "TIME TO FACE THE WETINATOR!" At this, he grabbed his struggling companion and dunked his head in the waterfall, holding it there for a moment before Demi managed to slip free from Roland's grasp and stumble back. Roland whirled to catch him and was rewarded with a spray of water to the face that Demi had saved in his mouth from the falls. Coughing and laughing, Roland dragged Demi out into the pool beyond.
They swam and had water fights for a bit, though it was only viable in the early afternoon sun. As the day wore on, the water began to get colder, and finally Roland decided to get out. The air chilled his body greatly, so he made quick steps to the cave, but was stopped halfway by a sudden feminine cackle. "Wha- who?" he demanded, before realizing he was naked and covered up in embarrassment. He spun around, and was surprised to see three of the cloaked people who had been with Sara the day before. All three were female, causing Roland even greater discomfort. "Uhhh... be with you in a minute!" Roland shouted to them, turning back to head into the cave. "Uh uh, I think you'll wait right there. We have business with you." spoke one of the girls, green eyes flashing under her hood. The next thing Roland knew, there was a Scyther in front of him. It spun him around to face the girls again, placing a blade to his throat. Demi tensed for battle, but another girl intervened. "Oh no you don't, Lucario. If you make a move, your trainer here loses his head. I'm not kidding either."
Demi hesitated. The humans looked serious, and he wanted to protect Roland, not get his head cut off. "That's a good little Pokemon," cooed the second girl, "Just do what we say and you'll be fine." Roland struggled angrily for a moment before the Scyther's blade pressed harder against his throat, causing him to stop lest he cut his own throat open. "What do you want?" he hissed, glaring at the first girl who now stood mid-stream, balanced carefully on a rock despite wearing high-heeled boots. "Simple," she replied, lifting off her hood and glaring back at him with deep brown eyes, "Sara sent us here to teach you two a lesson in humiliation. You're being challenged to a breeder battle, here and now. With ante." she added, giggling. Roland raised an eyebrow at the giggles, but saw nothing but malice in her eyes.
"Fine." Roland said after a moment, his mind made up. "Name your terms."Chapter End Notes:Sorry this took so long, and sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger. On the upside, there will be plenty of adult action for the next chapter or so as we end up with yet another breeding battle on our hands