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While Lorelei was away dealing with her hometown issues, the Elite Four had decided to temporarily close down the League. It had been a cut-and-dry procedure: Lance went to his cousin Claire's Dragon Den to do..."training." Agatha decided to get a taste of retirement, traveling with Gengar to another region. And Bruno...
Well, it started when he'd gotten a letter from the Fighting Dojo.
"If you have the time, please come to the Dojo for a special training session."
Bruno licked his lips. He knew what "special training session" meant; he'd only trained at the fighting dojo for 10 years, after all. When he'd first started, he was this scrawny, pale, pimply teenager who didn't have a family to worry about where he'd end up. All he'd known about the Fighting Dojo was that it made you strong.
Unconsciously, he felt his thighs tighten. It did make him strong. But not just physically.
Bruno stood up in his room. He walked over to the bathroom and stared at his body, all hard lines and muscles. The runt of the litter was now the celebrity of the pack, being an Elite Four and all. He remembered being the peon when he'd first started, always doing the Dojo's laundry, sweeping the floor, sucking on everyone's cocks...
Bruno's mouth fell open and his breath came out in a large huff. Hitoshi's had always been the dirtiest and he'd had to clean it all up. By the end, he'd been doing it with gusto, licking away all the sweat and making Hitoshi cream again and again with his talented tongue. Bruno gripped the front of his pants, stroking the growing bulge. Hitoshi's o-face, the way he'd grip Bruno's hair as he shoved his cock down Bruno's throat...it'd been so long.
Hideki was good with his toys. So many times had Bruno been punished as a young 19-year-old, just starting his journey as a Trainer. Chains had strung him up so that his hole was bare to the open air. Nipple clamps had tested his pain tolerance minute by minute, until his tits were raw and soft. And the dildos. Hideki had loved the way Bruno's body flushed pink despite his tanned skin, and so he'd gotten dildos of all thicknesses and textures just to pound his meat raw. As Bruno looked at himself in the mirror, he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. The same flushed, pink skin was now all a hardened tan. Soon enough, as Bruno had grown into a full-fledged Trainer, the same punishments he'd had as a 19-year-old became rewards at 29-years-old.
And Mike? Mike was an ass man. He'd trained Bruno's hole like it was part of his regimen, starting with two fingers and ending with an entire fist punching into Bruno's intestines. Bruno could do an enema like a skilled plumber thanks to Mike, who ate his ass out like it was a pussy. In front of the mirror, Bruno snuck his other hand between his cheeks. He rubbed both front and back, letting loose a low, manly moan.
Aaron had loved Bruno's tits, even before they were tits. Bruno had been a scrawny newbie, but by the time he'd left his pecs were massive and his nipples dark and soft from constant use. Bruno used to start his mornings waking up to Aaron's suckles, the Black belt effectively squeezing and massaging his breasts as if milk would come out. Strangely enough, by the time he'd left, his titties had started to lactate. Aaron had hated that it'd taken 10 years for his "protégé" to give him milk, only for him to fuck off to the Elite Four. In his honor, Bruno let go of his throbbing dick and pinched his nipples into points.
The last one had been Koichi. After Bruno was done with the day, he was Koichi's toy. The middle-aged man would dress him in a custom maid outfit, all frills and pink. His tits were left bare, and so was his ass. In fact, the only service the costume really provided was cinching his muscular torso into a corset and taming his unruly hair into an elegant plait.
It was enough to turn anyone on, seeing Bruno get fucked in that maid outfit. Koichi had only begun "playing" with him after he'd turned 22, 3 years of being in the Dojo. And that was only after Bruno had begged and begged to be fucked. He'd seen how big Koichi was once when he'd just started, and he'd wanted that cock to choke his throat ever since.
Even now, as Bruno watched his Adam's apple bob and sweat begin on his forehead, he remembered how Koichi had been celibate. After his wife had passed, Koichi had maintained a strict code of ethics. And it'd taken 3 years for Bruno to break it down.
Once it was broken, though, it couldn't be fixed. Koichi had been on him like wildfire, spiriting him away at every avenue to fuck him in the backrooms. If there was even 10 minutes of spare time, Koichi's hand had wrapped around his waist and his mouth had bitten at his neck. Usually, Bruno had been worn out and sweating when Koichi got to him. The elder Blackbelt had used the fatigue to his advantage and slam Bruno on any flat surface before fucking him for all he was worth.
Splat.
Cum, thick and white, covered the mirror. Bruno panted, eyes glazed.
It was time to go back to the Dojo.
Bruno didn't know what he would've done if the other guys didn't find him attractive anymore. He raised his hand to the door and knocked sharply before he could change his mind.
Now, he was an Elite Four member. The strongest Fighting-type Trainer in the Kanto region. No longer was he that wannabe Black belt with the good ass, good tits, and good mouth, he was an important figure. What if they treated him differently?
Then, of course, the door opened and out came Aaron, staring at Bruno and immediately slamming his gaze on his chest.
"Bruno," he said in worship. "Welcome back!" It was like Bruno's face was his pecs. The Elite Four member could practically see Aaron salivating, dying to touch him.
It was exactly what he wanted. He flushed.
"You can touch them," he said gently. "They're not...milking anymore, but..."
Aaron didn't need further invitation. Instantly, rough, calloused hands were squeezing and pinching in recognition, right in front of the doorstep. Bruno covered his mouth, but not before releasing a strangled groan.
Even without the usual massage oil, Aaron's hands were practiced and, if he kept it up, would make him cum on the spot. Just before Aaron leaned forward, breath ghosting over Bruno's exposed nipple, a shout resounded behind him.
"BRUNO'S BACK!"
The rest of the gang whooped and ran into Bruno, rubbing his shoulders, his waist, and more subtley groping his ass. Bruno laughed as he was taken inside and kissed all over.
"We should do an orgy!"
"Wait but I wanted him first!"
"We'll make you cum until your body doesn't have a drop left!"
"Bruno! Bruno!"
All the faces were there. Even though it had only been 1 year since he'd left the Dojo, it felt like he'd been gone forever. Aaron, Mike, Hideki, and Hitoshi stared at his body like he was a god, here to save their dicks. Maybe he was?
"Enough."
Instantly, the mood became subdued. Bruno's eyebrows raised as Koichi came into view, limping slowly. He immediately bowed his head. "Master."
"Bruno."
He didn't understand the cold atmosphere. Although Koichi had been the most serious of the group, his affection for Bruno was probably the highest. They'd slept in the same bed after Bruno had broken him down, and shared touches that Bruno had never felt with the other four. Koichi had been his first love, the reason it had been so hard to leave the Dojo after getting the letter of acceptance into the Elite Four.
"We called you here not only because we missed you, but because we have an issue only you can solve."
Looking around, Bruno watched all his friends turn their heads away. Guilt, shame. Emotions that can tear any Black belt apart.
"What is it?" he asked hesitantly.
"Come to my chambers."
Koichi's chambers held many memories. Here was the cushion Bruno rested his knees on while blowing Koichi to oblivion. Here was the table where Koichi had skewered him time and time again. Here was the mirror where Koichi had pulled his ass cheeks apart, allowing his cum to drip down Bruno's thighs.
The window where Bruno swore someone saw his entire naked body getting fucked. The hole in the tatami from where Koichi had temporarily installed a pole, twisting Bruno in amazing positions to sear into their memories. The bed, of course, where they'd slept for 6 solid years after fucking, with Koichi's dick comfortably seated in his ass until the morning dawn.
Now, however, the atmosphere was different.
Koichi motioned for Bruno to sit opposite of him on the table. The others waited in the main Dojo training hall. Bruno coughed awkwardly, remembering all the raunchy stuff despite the serious air.
"I don't know if you've heard of Swarms," Koichi said gravely. Bruno nodded. They were relatively common in the Johto region, and since he was an Elite Four member of both Kanto and Johto, he was familiar with them. "Kanto has been having Swarms of...a different nature."
"Different...how?"
Koichi stood suddenly and brought over a folder. He opened it and spread the contents.
"It's actually been happening all over the world," he said softly. "Kanto. Sinnoh. Alola. Specialized Swarms that don't disappear and end up disrupting the ecosystem. It's not just from Trainers releasing their Pokemon from different regions. These Swarms, they're Super Swarms. The Pokemon are tough, too tough for normal Trainers to handle."
Bruno felt uneasy. He could feel Koichi's eyes boring into his. He was used to Koichi's eyes focusing on other parts of his body.
"We have a Machamp Swarm," Koichi said finally. "And they're far too powerful for any of us to beat."
When Bruno entered his quarters, his mind was buzzing.
Apparently, these Machamp were far stronger than anything in Kanto. Sabrina, the Psychic-type Gym Leader, couldn't light a candle against them. The only one who possibly could, Red, was nowhere to be found.
"So what can I do about it?"
Bruno hadn't bothered to ask. He knew the answer.
On cue, there was a light knock on his door. Hideki didn't bother waiting for an answer; he entered the room, knowing he wasn't getting one. Bruno stared, stonefaced, at the wall away from the door.
"I'm sorry, Bruno."
According to the reports, the Machamp were tearing up the place down in the Fuschia City Safari Zone. If they were approached, the individuals approaching them...
...were raped to death.
That was the story behind it all. Bruno clenched his fists as he felt Hideki at his back, kissing his shoulder softly. Safari Zone regulars, old and young, had entered the Zone before the invasion and had never come back out. Bruno gulped as he thought of the kids. Their families would never see them again.
Koichi had asked him to come because the Fighting Dojo had special clearance to take on the issue, being specialized in Fighting-type Pokemon. And, specifically, Bruno had a very high sex drive.
Hideki set down his large chest of sex toys. Bruno allowed Hideki to lay him down and strip him naked. Not a word was said, but Hideki kept offering affection to Bruno's cold expression. A kiss to his nipple, his hip, his thigh. Hideki massaged oil all over Bruno's body, indicating that Bruno was in for a rough night.
Slowly, they remembered each other's bodies. Bruno felt the prickles of arousal turn into a roiling fire. He suddenly kissed Hideki, shoving his hand into the box of toys and finding the biggest, longest dildo he could barely wrap his hands around. He pressed it to Hideki's chest and licked into his mouth.
"Wreck me," he begged. His hips gyrated into Hideki's lap. "I don't wanna feel anything."
Hideki let out a shuddering sigh, but did as he was told. Spreading Bruno's cheeks wide, he stuck three fingers in and massaged.
An hour later, Bruno was blindfolded and gagged with the largest Onix dildo in his life pistoning into him like a Tauros. His nipples were tied painfully with Tangela clamps, which writhed and pulled the soft flesh this way and that. A Victreebel fleshlight squeezed his entire cock, making it leak cum all over the floor. A specialized Poliwag capsule encased his balls, warming them and vibrating to stimulate them after each orgasm. If that wasn't enough, Ekans ropes restrained him all around his body, preventing escape.
Bruno's voice was raw from screaming. The most astonishing thing was that this was all nostalgic. He remembered the smell of sex, the salty, humid air that had his dick ready at attention. Hideki even used the same Razz berry scented lube he'd bought from Celadon ages ago, automatically triggering Bruno's body to expect sex.
1 year. He'd spent 1 entire year without this, and now his body was gobbling it up like an addict.
Hideki had taken pictures and left, and after exactly 1 hour of Bruno's intermittent machine fucking he'd come back. He turned off the Onix machine and undid the Ekans rope, allowing Bruno a moment to breathe. "I uploaded the pics to my new website," he said coolly, undoing Bruno's blindfold. Bruno was panting, crying, but through his tears he stared at himself on Hideki's sex toy site.
He looked ravaged. Hideki had done a good job concealing his identity, toning his skin differently and combing his hair out of its signature ponytail, but to Bruno, it was undeniable.
The testes in the Poliwag capsule, the nipples in those Tangela clamps, the cock in the Victreebel casing, they were all his. Above all, the criss crossing Ekans rope highlighted his muscles, pushed up his breasts, and pulled apart his ass.
"One last picture."
Hideki moved behind him with his camera. Bruno stared at him, exhausted. He yelped as Hideki pulled at the handle attached to the base of the dildo.
"Come...on..." Hideki gasped. "Bruno! Bear down, give me the toy!"
The way he made it sound was as if Bruno's body was holding onto the dildo, that it was keeping it for itself. The dildo was just too big. Bruno gave a choked sob as he wriggled his ass this way and that, pushing down as much as he could to give the gray Onix dildo back to its owner.
POP!
The wet sound was so relieving. Bruno fell to the ground in a heap, but instantly Hideki lifted him up and pulled his ass apart.
Click.
Bruno grunted as he was released, finally able to rest. His mind instantly became hazy. After a moment, Hideki shifted around Bruno. Bruno heard the wet sound of lube and hot gasps from Hideki.
"Hngh...ahhh..."
Warm, wet cum splattered all over Bruno's face. Automatically, by habit, his tongue licked a drop from his lips.
Salty. Disgusting. Arousing. Hideki's cum was thick, likely because he was around Bruno after so long.
"L-Look at this," Hideki stuttered, still recovering from his orgasm. Bruno could barely open his eyes, but he was glad he did.
It was his ass, no filters applied. His anus was gaping. He could see his insides like there was a flashlight directed right inside him. Lube was trickling out in a small waterfall at the bottom, soaking the wet hairs all around the hole.
"You're so fucking hot," Hideki moaned. "Fuck. I'm so glad you're back."
Bruno felt his legs twitch, stimulation overriding his brain. He didn't even bother trying to get to bed before blacking out.
Bruno dreamed he was battling a Trainer. The Trainer had a Machamp, and it was using Karate Chop on his own Machamp.
Routine. He told his Machamp to use Cross Chop.
But the Karate Chop wasn't for his Machamp, it was for him. Bruno shouted and dodged, but the hand that was about to slice him in half instead grabbed his ankle.
"What?" he yelped, but suddenly he was on the ground and the Machamp was above him, dick throbbing inside its little underwear. His eyes shot to his own Machamp, but it was also aroused and approaching him. Drool leaked down the side of its face. Both Machamps glowered at him as the first one ripped off his pants.
His voice was gone. Bruno strained his neck, trying to look past the Machamp, at the Trainer. But...
The Trainer was another Machamp?!
Bruno gasped, but the second Machamp shoved him down and pulled his arms apart. Leaning down its massive head, it gusted a hot breath over his left breast.
Moaning, Bruno turned his head away. He felt his hips thrust upwards involuntarily. The second Machamp's tongue slid out and flicked at his brown nipple. Losing its inhibition, it grunted and began suckling, slobbering all over the nipple and giving powerful sucks to drag it into its mouth.
Following suit, the first Machamp pinched at his right nipple. Bruno keened as both Machamp abused his breasts, squeezing them harshly while suckling his dry teats for milk. The third one looked on, dick peeking up from behind its underwear...
Bruno gasped awake eyes meeting the ceiling. He was in his futon, sweating buckets, and...
He glanced down. Aaron was giving him their shared wake-up routine. The man's pink lips were sealed around Bruno's nipple while his large hands groped him, as if his muscular breasts were chock-full of milk.
Pulling away, Aaron sighed. The warm breath heated his saliva and caused tingles all over Bruno's chest.
"Such a fucking shame," Aaron said in a low, husky voice. Bruno whimpered, staring down at him. A string of saliva connected his upright nipple to Aaron's pink lip. The man looked up at him with a sly expression. "A year ago, I would've started training you like a Miltank."
"A-Aahh!"
Aaron had moved onto the next nipple, licking it gently before pinching it with his deft fingers. "I would've made your milk into a full gallon by the end of the year. You would've never become an Elite Four...hell, you would've been in Paniola like that Whitney girl, making milk for everyone's coffee."
Bruno moaned. Aaron kissed his cleavage. Automatically, by muscle memory, Bruno lifted his hand to cup the back of Aaron's head.
"Mm, that's right, Mama," Aaron groaned, his throaty voice going straight to Bruno's dick. "Feed your baby."
Bruno's entire body shuddered as Aaron suckled both tits, alternating and never letting one have too little love. His eyes returned to the ceiling and his breathing came out in gusts.
Aaron continued suckling until well into the afternoon, leaving Bruno's nipples soaked and his breasts soft.
Bruno could hear them outside, training. Their shouts as Koichi guided them turned him on; he could feel their sweat on his tongue, smell their musk...
Hideki had left a Lucky Egg inside him to keep warm. "If you keep it in, Master will give you a nice reward," he'd said, kissing Bruno's temple. It took a considerable amount of force to put it in. Bruno had been too busy with Elite Four duties to keep flexing his anus, and thus he'd lost his stretch.
It was like the Lucky Egg was giving him extra EXP on...stretching. He could feel it slide every time he shifted, a heavy, warm weight in his torso.
Soon enough, practice ended. Bruno could hear everyone chattering as they went into their quarters. All except one.
It was after practice, which meant...
Hitoshi opened his door silently, then closed it behind him. Bruno was already on his knees, panting, hungry for cock. Hitoshi grinned, a bead of sweat traveling down the bridge of his nose.
"'M glad you're so excited," he growled, pulling down his uniform. He'd gone commando, and his cock flopped up instantly.
The smell had Bruno reeling. Although Hitoshi had washed yesterday after training, he'd missed spots and his cock stank of musk and sweat. And, after a year of Bruno not bathing it with his tongue...
Bruno couldn't resist. He pushed forward, wrapping his muscular arms around Hitoshi's waist and kissing the tip of his cock. The salty, musky taste was so familiar his tongue couldn't get enough.
"Aah! Ahhhh..."
Bruno began pinching his lips around the tip, sucking out all the taste. Hitoshi steadied his hands on Bruno's shoulders, giving slow thrusts as Bruno swirled his tongue around the tip.
The foreskin stretched nicely as he dug his tongue in between it and the crown. Hitoshi shuddered, already leaking precum as Bruno sucked him dry. With his fingers, Bruno peeled back the foreskin and kissed around the crown. His brown eyes stared dazedly into Hitoshi's aroused face as he flicked his tongue against the hole of the penis, digging it in to hear Hitoshi's gasps.
Hitoshi couldn't take his teasing for long. Reaching back to grab Bruno's hair, he suddenly thrust straight into the Elite Four's throat.
"Aghh!"
Bruno's hands braced himself against Hitoshi's body, but the man was already thrusting a punishing rhythm. Bruno's eyes teared up, but his throat relaxed and accepted the intruder.
He didn't know how much he'd missed having his throat fucked like this, by Hitoshi. The man's desperate gasps filled the room as he gave short, quick thrusts into Bruno's mouth.
"Oh f-fuck! You're so pretty, you're amazing..." Hitoshi gasped, eyes clouding over. Bruno grunted and gagged, but he couldn't tear his eyes off of Hitoshi's face. Hitoshi began going deeper, digging his dick as far down Bruno's esophagus as it would go. Bruno's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his nose was surrounded by black, sweaty pubic hairs.
"So much better than my wife...ah, ah!"
Bruno's chin smacked against Hitoshi's balls as bullets of semen swam down his throat. His hands squeezed Hitoshi's hips tight, trying to stave off the need for air as long as he could. It'd been so long since he'd heard Hitoshi scream, since he'd felt the warm, thick ooze slide down to his belly.
When he was done, Hitoshi finally pulled out. Bruno coughed, doubling down.
"Sorry...Bruno..." Hitoshi gasped. "No one compares to you. None of us have cum so hard...no matter who we're married to."
All of the Black belts in the Dojo were married, save Koichi who was a widow. Their acts with Bruno were a secret to their wives, and Bruno was not about to incite the rage of four women. He gathered his breath and stared up at the limp cock.
"It's still dirty," he choked. At his words, Hitoshi's dick twitched in interest.
They went another couple rounds after that.
It was dinner time, but Bruno wasn't eating. He had to be on a strict liquid diet in order to take anything in his ass, and after all, Mike was an ass man.
As if reading his mind, Mike skipped out on dinner, too. "Waiting for me?" he asked kindly.
Bruno had his legs spread wide on the bed. "Catch it for me?" he asked softly. Obediently, Mike cupped his hands underneath Bruno's red hole. Bruno grunted and bore down, pushing the Lucky Egg from deep within him.
Mike's eyes were zeroed onto his hole, throbbing and stretched. Bruno licked his lips and bore harder. The bigger and sloppier his hole was, the more Mike loved it. Already he could see the man try to swallow his drool, aching to jam his face into Bruno's ass.
"It's coming," Bruno warned. Mike adjusted himself, trying to sit properly despite his growing hard-on.
"Kay," he grunted. Bruno bore down fully, feeling the Lucky Egg begin its descent to the outside.
Suddenly, Bruno's mind shifted. His eyes lost focus, tears blurring them.
"Catch it," he said breathlessly, even though Mike was already prepared. "Oh, please, catch it..."
Mike began grinning. He came closer and kissed Bruno's thigh, ignoring the throbbing cock in front of him. "Can't catch what ain't coming, baby," he cooed.
Bruno whined and bore harder. He could feel it move down, the Lucky Egg. It was so painful to push it, but it felt so good. The girth widening each ring of muscle as it slowly, slowly traveled down, the squishing sounds as his flesh pulled apart to let it through...
He paused and gasped, feeling the Egg travel back up the rings of his ass. "Nooo..."
"C'mon baby, you can do this," Mike pleaded. He leaned in and swirled his tongue around Bruno's testes, popping one ball in his warm, warm mouth. Bruno groaned as Mike massaged his ass open. He was always slow and steady, which is how he'd eventually gotten his entire forearm into Bruno's guts.
Bruno tilted his head back and gasped, his need for cumming coupled with his need to get rid of the bulge deep inside him. Mike had left his ball spit-soaked and had moved onto pressing the heel of his hand right over Bruno's gut.
"Get it out."
Mike's gentle voice had turned deep and dark. Bruno shuddered, remembering those deep, dark nights where Mike had eaten him out as punishment, making him go into the bathroom for a midnight enema no matter how tired he was. Holding his growing body up against the mirror as he worked his wrist into Bruno's ass-pussy. Bruno watched expectantly as Mike pulled his dick out of his pants.
He looked forward to his "punishment."
Mike wasted no time in pushing in. Bruno, having been lubed up when Hideki put the toy in, threw his head back in pleasure as the cock easily slid inside him.
And stopped. The Lucky Egg was in the way.
"Ah, so that's where it is," Mike said softly. He began thrusting. "You tightened up. That's no good; you can't get the Egg out this way."
Bruno grunted as Mike pounded into him, harder and harder. He could feel the Egg begin to dissolve in his ass, all the "EXP" making him softer, pliant under Mike's cock...
And, suddenly, his vision faded. He yelped in shock, but Mike's cock didn't stop...
And Hitoshi's was in his mouth, pounding down his throat. He didn't breathe, the veiny cock thrusting shallowly in his mouth with Hitoshi's balls at his lips...
And Aaron was somehow licking both of his tiddies at once, circling th areolae and scratching his teeth along Bruno's nipples, sucking them beyond imagine...
And Hideki's toys were everywhere: criss-crossing Bruno's entire body, restraining him. A vibrator was buzzing against his shaft and his cock had a long, thin sound inside it. He could hear Hideki's gasps among the others' as he watched from a distance...
And then, Koichi.
His Master was touching him, as he always began. He tightened the restraints and traced them around Bruno's body. He pulled Bruno's cheeks apart as Mike speared him. He shoved Bruno's head against Hitoshi's pelvis, giving Bruno's nose a face full of pubic hair. He groped Bruno's breasts and made them lactate, giving Aaron a satisfying meal from either tit.
And then it wasn't any of the others, only Koichi. Spitroasting Bruno from both sides, sucking his tits, watching him from a distance while the vibrators climbed higher and higher.
It was Koichi, his first love.
"Well done."
That voice, however, wasn't Koichi. Bruno's eyes fluttered open. All sensations of fucking were gone, and he was before a large, regal creature.
"I am Arceus."
Bruno didn't know what to do but to bow. The creature (was it a Pokemon?) gave off the aura of the mightiest being in the world.
"My power stems from my Plates, which hold the essence of every Type. Due to unforseen circumstances, I must recollect every Plate. You, Bruno, will help me recollect the essence of the Fighting Type."
In the face of such power, Bruno could only nod. The mighty, lamb-like god lifted its front foot. Bruno lifted with it, his front half bare to Arceus.
"Here is my sigil. With this, you will birth many a Fighting Type. As a reward, you will also be able to birth any offspring you wish after your trial is completed."
Any offspring? Bruno thought back to the widowed Koichi. How nice would it be to be his wife? Bear ten children with him?
He heard Arceus chuckle.
"I see you already have a plan," it said solemnly. "Very well. Go forth." It tapped its foot again and Bruno felt a searing heat in his...womb?
And at once, Bruno was in Koichi's room with five worried Blackbelts staring down at him.
"Bruno!" Hideki shouted worriedly.
"Are you okay?"
"Do you need water? Mike, get him some water!"
"I'm fine," Bruno breathed, a hand coming up to his burning abdomen. "I just...I..."
"He has the Mark of Arceus," Koichi said in awe. Bruno glanced down. There was a dull red insignia on him, heart-shaped with a fist in the center. A womb tattoo. "So you did indeed meet the Alpha Pokemon?"
So it was a Pokemon. "Yes, Master," Bruno said shyly. He was naked in his Master's room, and just seconds before he was imagining bearing his children.
"Very well, so you know what you must do," Koichi said gravely. Bruno frowned.
That was right. Before he could entertain the thought of starting a Dojo family with his beloved, he had to birth...the essence of the Fighting-type.
And that was with the bloodthirsty Machamp that were terrorizing Fuschia City.
"Do I...have to wear only this?"
Bruno was in a thick, dark cloak with nothing underneath.
"In my years of training Machamp, I've seen them during mating season in the wild," Koichi answered. "They hardly wear any clothes." He slipped a hand under the cloak and on Bruno's ass and stroked it, finding Bruno's hole and slipping his finger inside.
Bruno shuddered. They were in the Safari Zone building and he was about to go through the entryway. But the others had wanted to say goodbye first. Koichi had made them promise that they'd keep it vanilla, but...well, even the Dojo Master had to have known it was impossible.
The Safari Wardens weren't looking at them. Aaron groped Bruno's breasts hungrily. Bruno could tell that his mouth was watering, but that he was forbidden from taking a taste. There was also no way for Mike to covertly fuck his ass, even though the Black belt was pinching and squishing it appreciatively. Longingly. And Hitoshi handed Bruno his cock for one last handjob, trying (and failing) to hold in his groans as Bruno thumbed his tip.
Only Hideki was standing far away, but Bruno had his memento deep inside his newly-formed vagina. A Lagging Tail, one that crooked right into his G-spot. Bruno winced with every shuffle. It was effective; if Bruno wasn't careful he'd be dripping all over the place.
Finally, Koichi came up to him.
"Bruno," he said, his voice gravelly with lust. Bruno said nothing, but Koichi suddenly pulled him around a corner against the protest of the other Black Belts.
Bruno yelped as a cock was suddenly shoved down his throat. The others dared not disturb them, and Bruno was grateful. Koichi's eyes were on him, only on him, as he fucked his throat without abandon.
"So...damn...sexy," Koichi huffed. "I wished I could breed you from the moment I met you..." Bruno squealed as Koichi pulled out, but the middle-aged man shoved himself back in. They panted like animals. Bruno's hands clutched Koichi's hips, encouraging the man to spend his seed inside his throat. And perhaps, even inside his womb.
But before things got any further, Koichi pulled out and squirted all over Bruno's face. Bruno shut his eyes against the warm semen, then opened them to look up at his first love.
Koichi looked like he was seconds away from stealing Bruno from the Safari Zone, from Kanto in general. For a moment, it was just the two of them. All Koichi had to do was impregnate Bruno, and the vow with Arceus would be broken. Bruno could bear his children for the rest of their lives...
A sharp shake of the head, and Koichi snapped back to reality. He tenderly wiped his cum off of Bruno's face with a wet wipe, then wordlessly kissed him. Their tongues rolled and Bruno lost his mind, but before he could pull Koichi close to hump him, Koichi pushed away.
"You have a duty," he said softly, stroking Bruno's cheek. "Go fulfill it."
Bruno wanted to protest, but he knew better. He straightened and willed his erection to go down. Koichi wouldn't relieve him, but it was for his own good. If they started again, both of them knew they wouldn't stop.
So, without looking back, Bruno entered the Safari Zone.
It didn't take long to find the Machamp.
As soon as Bruno reached Zone 3, a strong hand clamped over his face and a blow landed right on his stomach. Bruno gasped for air, but couldn't breathe.
Pain flooded his senses. His eyes darted side to side, seeing a whole horde of Machoke and Machamp surround him from all sides. There were too many to count. One of them was holding a fainted Parasect.
The Machoke holding his face suddenly released him. On instinct, Bruno took a deep breath in...
And the other Machamp shoved the Parasect under his nose, causing him to breathe in all the powder coming from its giant mushroom.
Bruno gasped and choked, but felt drowsiness hit him immediately.
"You...ingrates..." he groaned, blacking out immediately.
Sleep Powder wasn't the only Pokemon move they'd used to their advantage.
As soon as Bruno awoke, he was hit with a Stun Spore. Paralyzed, he stared at the Machoke and Machamp as they wondered what to do with him. They'd strung him up on a picnic table with vines, keeping him in place even though he couldn't move. The Lagging Tail inside him had been pulled out, leaving Bruno feeling painfully empty.
He hadn't known there were Machoke in the Swarm. They had to have joined the Swarm from around Kanto. Unfortunately for Bruno, it made the Swarm that much bigger...
The entire Swarm parted. Bruno wanted to lift his head to see why their shadows had moved back, but he didn't have to wait for long. His heart sank as the largest shadow of them all shrouded him.
"Maaaachamp."
A bright, lime green Machamp was leering down at him. Bruno gasped. He could sense danger.
This Machamp didn't have a scrap of clothing on. Its gigantic cock was erect between its thighs, a same ghastly green as the rest of its body. A shiny Machamp.
Bruno couldn't believe his eyes. Everyone at the Dojo talked about shiny Pokemon while they were fucking, sucking, or milking him. And here he was, legs spread open in front of one, practically inviting it to fuck him...
And fuck him it did.
Bruno screamed as the largest cock he'd ever taken pounded into him brutally. Despite being lubed up from the Dojo Blackbelts' preparations, the cock inside him stretched him painfully. Tears sprung up. The cock wasn't even halfway in.
The green Machamp tried to buck in further, but Bruno's body couldn't accommodate it. So it began thrusting with the room that it had, bulging in Bruno's stomach and causing his entire body to move with each thrust.
"Machamp! Machoke!" the Pokemon around them cheered, punching their fists in the air. Encouraged, the green Machamp gripped Bruno's hips brutally and set up a punishing rhythm, forcing more and more of its cock inside Bruno.
If the human had been ordinary, his organs would've been crushed. He would've died, just like all the others that came before him.
But, just as the cock reached its deepest and squirted its seed deep inside his womb...Bruno's tattoo began glowing.
"Ah!"
Warmth filled him, stretching to every nerve. Bruno's eyes glossed over, his mouth opened in a dirty, wanton pant.
All the pain left him, and all he could feel was the seed sloshing inside his uterus. Millions of sperm searched for his precious, precious egg, ready to make life...
And his partner wasn't faring any better. The green Machamp roared to the sky as it penetrated balls deep inside Bruno's warm, warm cunt. its eyes rolled to the back of its head as its balls squeezed shot after shot of its virile semen.
More. They both thought it at the same time, and the Machamp's sharp gaze met Bruno's tear-filled ones.
They were animals, the both of them at that moment. All Bruno wanted, more than anything in the world, was for this Machamp to plant its babies straight inside him, to make him full of Machop and then even fuller. And that's just what Machamp wanted, too.
The other Pokemon quieted as the green Machamp pulled out. A gush of semen followed, waterfalling down the picnic bench despite Bruno's protests.
It was quiet for a second, save Bruno's whimpering. Then, the green Machamp glared at the others.
"Maaachamp!" it roared. As if on command, the other Machamp cheered and undid Bruno's ties, holding him up in the air in celebration. Bruno looked at all of them, bewildered. The cum leaked down their thighs and over their heads.
"Machamp! Machoke!" they all cheered.
If Bruno had to guess, he'd believe he was now the green Machamp's mate.
In his mind, he called it Greeny. Every night, Greeny massaged his thighs and licked his cunt until Bruno was begging for its seed. It didn't take much for them to be fucking at all hours. If Bruno ran out of stamina, he just laid limp as Greeny mounted him and filled him to the brim. If Greeny ran out of stamina, Bruno was bouncing on its lap with its humongous cock stretching the womb tattoo from underneath his skin.
Thoughts of Koichi, of the other Dojo members, and even of his Pokemon slipped out of Bruno's mind. His home was in Greeny's makeshift hut, fucking the life out of the large green cock with the purple tip.
But his sex drive, Bruno realized, was much higher than Greeny's. Although the Machamp had incredible strength, Bruno had a god-given power embodied in his womb tattoo.
He was horny all the time. Even when he didn't have the energy to fuck himself on the nearest cock, his pheromones were on overdrive and caused any and all Machamp and Machoke to rail him.
Once, Bruno went to get water for Greeny. On his way there, three Machoke and one Machamp bent him over a boulder and fucked him without abandon. On his way back, he'd had to set the bucket down five times. He could barely walk by the end of it, especially since the last two Machoke had held him up between them and fucked him with both their cocks in tandem.
But Greeny was still Bruno's favorite. Every night, Greeny sheathed itself inside him. Every morning, Bruno's stomach was bulging with how much seed Greeny had jizzed in its sleep, making him look pregnant.
Even now, after their early morning fuck, Bruno stroked the bulge of his stomach. Greeny watched and twitched while it was still inside him, but it didn't have the energy to continue.
"Mmm," Bruno moaned. He wanted more. Gently, he pushed aside Greeny and let the green-purple dick slip out of him. The Machamp immediately fell into a deep sleep while Bruno wandered outside, enjoying the feel of cum dripping down his thighs. It was familiar now, the sensation. As much as Bruno wanted to keep it clean, he knew another cock would fill him up in a matter of minutes.
On cue, a Machoke lumbered its way straight toward him. Bruno flinched as he remembered; this was the one who'd covered his face right at the start.
His fear made the Machoke excited. It growled a low "Maaaachoke" as it approached, predatory. Bruno shivered. It may have looked like fear to the Machoke, but it was actually excitement...
Right up until the Machoke shot out its hand and clenched Bruno's neck.
"A...aargh..."
Bruno struggled as it, true to form, began choking him. As he flailed and thrashed, the Machoke tore off his shirt and pinned him flat on the ground.
Just as Bruno started to see spots, the Machoke released him and he took a staggering breath. However, it didn't let him breathe for long. The blue fist clamped itself around him again while it spread his legs, shoving its fist inside him.
Bruno choked on a silent scream. His nails were biting into the Machoke's flesh, but to no avail. Machoke did an Arm Thrust repeatedly into Bruno's stretched out vagina. Its fist was about the size of Greeny's cock, but the force behind each punch threatened to shatter his entire body.
Focusing on Bruno's cunt, the Machoke unconsciously loosened its grip on his neck. Bruno let out a high whine as it fingered his cervix, poking it as if it would open up and let him in.
But if the womb tattoo amplified Bruno's desire, it wasn't for fingers. Bruno wanted seed.
He slid out of Machoke's hands. Choker, he decided, would be its name from him.
Standing shakily, he stared down his opponent. Choker glared at him, prepared to make him at its mercy. It didn't know its own strength, Bruno realized, and so it could very likely kill him accidentally.
Bruno watched it as it stalked closer, then noticed the drool in the corner of its mouth. He smirked, a plan hatching in his mind.
Straightening, Bruno cupped his breasts. The Machoke stopped and looked down at the swollen pecs, complete with rich brown nipples. No one in the Machamp line actually had nipples, so it was natural to be curious about them. Bruno slowly gave his left breast a squeeze, massaging it and making his way to the nipple. When he reached it, he gave a nice hearty pinch.
Machoke watched the cloudy liquid spray out, then trickle to the underside of Bruno's breast. Bruno breathed deeply. As much as he'd practiced this with Aaron, his breasts could only give drops at a time.
But it was enough. As soon as Bruno brought his hand up and licked the drops of milk from his palm, Choker got the hint. It strode to him immediately and started kneading his breasts roughly, just like Aaron had. Bruno moaned as it brought its hot, wet mouth to his nipple and began sucking like an overgrown baby.
It felt better than anything. Unlike Aaron, Choker wasn't delicate. It humped his thigh, gripped his waist, and squeezed his soft breast like it was a water bottle.
As amazing as its tongue felt, and as much as Bruno wanted to give it more milk, Machoke drank from both of his tits and still looked unsatisfied. Bruno frowned sadly, stroking its cheek.
But Machoke had other plans. Pushing Bruno down to the ground, it spread his legs apart and began rubbing its cock against his pussy. Bruno watched from the ground as the bluish purple cock slicked itself up against his folds, rubbing his cocklet like a clit. His body shivered. It felt good.
Although Choker wasn't as big as Greeny, it didn't know how to control its strength. Once again, Bruno found himself being fucked into submission, no regards to his well-being at all. His tits started leaking again from all the stimulation, and Choker pulled him back up to suck on them while it fucked him.
Bruno circled his legs around Choker's waist and flopped his head over Choker's head, overwhelmed with the sensations of both his chest and cunt.
When Choker finally cummed inside, he collapsed in relief.
Bruno salivated. The entire Swarm was back from hunting, and they were preparing dinner. Bruno was hungry for something else, though.
He was saddled on Greeny's cock, but all the Machoke and Machamp were taking turns double-fucking him.
His turgid belly bounced up and down as the current Machamp reamed into him, cum trickling down his legs. Greeny seemed to really enjoy the way its enormous cock was sharing Bruno's tight channel with another Machamp's enormous cock, stretching Bruno to his limits. The cum from all the other Machoke and Machamps splashed to the ground with the rhythm of Bruno's moans, driving both of his partners insane.
"Ma...champ...Mahhh..." the Machamp groaned, gripping Bruno's hips with Greeny's meaty fists. Bruno panted as it slammed home, joining Greeny at Bruno's cervix and filling his overblown womb with even more cum.
His eyes rolled to the night sky as his cunt burst its own shivery orgasm. It was feeble compared to the first mindblowing one he'd had, but he still had a lot more Machamp and Machoke to fuck before they'd all be satisfied.
When they'd first started this ritual, Bruno had resisted. But Greeny was still infinitely stronger than him. He quickly learned that if he resisted the Machamps' impossible grips, Greeny would pummel him to the ground and do a pile driver, holding Bruno's legs spread apart with its upper arms while its lower arms gripped his waist so its cock could go deep into his womb.
It was Choker's turn. Bruno flinched as the Machoke approached, scared it would choke him again, but instead of going for his sopping cunt it circled around the side.
With another crushing grip, Choker squeezed Bruno's udder and caused the bitch human to scream as milk sprayed out.
If Bruno had any brains left, they were gone. Choker selfishly suckled on his titty, lips and tongue stretching his nipple like it was a milkshake through a straw. Bruno looked down and saw how far his breast was stretching from his chest, like his body was made out of elastic.
As much as it hurt, it turned him on. Choker's tongue swirled around his entire areola while its mouth clamped down on an entire half of his breast. Bruno huffed, but he knew he was only letting down trickles of milk.
Blearily, he looked up as another Machamp took position. Bruno smiled deliriously. Choker didn't have to worry.
Bruno's pregnancy would give it all the milk it wanted.
Greeny knew Bruno was pregnant before Bruno did.
The human woke up to Greeny between his legs, mouth around his cocklet. Bruno gasped as the Machamp pressed down on his bladder and cried as he shot a stream of urine straight into its mouth.
After it had a taste, Greeny stood up and brought Bruno up with it. It then crouched at Bruno's womb, kissing it.
It was the first time Bruno had seen any Machamp or Machoke kiss anything. All of a sudden, he knew.
Bruno smiled and touched Greeny's head, which was still pressing kisses on his stomach. In a few month's time, he'd be swollen in both his womb and his chest. And then, he'd give birth to Machop.
As the pregnancy progressed, the Machokes and Machamps behaviors changed.
Bruno was never without supervision. Where before he'd wander around and get fucked, now he had an escort at all times. No longer frenzied with the need to mate, the escorts made sure he was healthy and fed all the time.
They'd draped him with a large gown to accommodate his growing belly. As the weather got colder, Bruno was more susceptible to chills. The hot-blooded Fighting types soothed him, pressing him against their bulky weights. But still, they didn't fuck him.
Although he felt a small loss with the lack of intimacy, Bruno gained something else. Periodically, the Machoke and Machamp would push him against a tree and lift up his gown, hiding underneath it. Then, with their lips meeting his engorged teats, they would suckle.
Once Choker realized about his lactation, the others were quick to catch on. And more hungry mouths meant more milk dripping from Bruno's tits.
It came to the point where Choker joined him and Greeny in their hut. Bruno would fall asleep with both their cocks inside him and Greeny slowly pumping milk from his udder into Choker's mouth. This changed as Bruno's belly grew too large. Greeny began holding his enlarged womb in its firm hands while Choker rested between Bruno's legs, licking into his pussy and eating him out until he fell asleep.
Bruno awoke to searing pain.
He cried out and thrashed, but Greeny was holding him down while Choker was spreading his legs.
All the Machamp and Machoke were already there. They'd anticipated the birth before Bruno had even felt the first contraction.
He stared down at his engorged womb. The tattoo was burning a bright red, and with his water broken the mass of baby was moving down. Bruno felt equally excited and horrified.
Somehow, the Machoke and Machamp knew what to do. As if choreographed, the Pokemon gave the mother water and muttered to each other in a language Bruno didn't understand. He blearily stared at all the busy figures until Greeny began massaging his back.
Bruno groaned and leaned into Greeny's fingers. He felt the contractions occur, and each time he swallowed and rode them through. They became more frequent, and the Pokemon began rushing around faster, but Greeny's fingers stayed consistent.
With a gasp, Bruno bore down at the next contraction. Greeny's massage stopped and it spread his thighs and barked orders.
Bruno pushed. It was like he was training at the Dojo, but with a lot more gore. He felt his blood leave him, but his mind was clouded with thoughts of the child emerging from his vagina. The weight he carried for months, finally leaving him so that they could meet face-to-face...
Bruno screamed as it all suddenly rushed out.
His eyes fluttered shut as he stared at the roof of the hut. At the first cries of the baby, he collapsed against Greeny and fell asleep.
Throughout the entire time of his mission, Bruno had never felt frustrated.
He'd felt disappointed when he had to leave Koichi, scared when he was faced with the Swarm, happy while he was being fucked by everyone, and nurturing when he fed them from his own tits.
But now, Bruno was frustrated. Beyond belief.
Macho was born without a hitch. The little Machop was strong and healthy and the very image of Greeny: a shiny Machop. If Bruno was satisfied, Greeny was absolutely in love. The Machamp carried its baby like it was the most precious treasure. All the time that Macho wasn't nursing from Bruno, it was in its father's arms seeing the world around it.
There was only one problem.
Bruno looked down at his abdomen. His womb tattoo was gone, as if it had never existed. Macho was happily suckling away, but it was now old enough to begin swallowing solid foods. It no longer needed Bruno for anything other than comfort, and even then, it had its father. Greeny hardly cared about Bruno anymore, so invested was he in his progeny.
And the Swarm started to disband. Machoke and Machamp were leaving for greener pastures outside of the Safari Zone, Fuchsia City, and even Kanto.
Deep in his heart, Bruno knew. He'd fulfilled Arceus' mission.
So why did he feel so empty?
It was a spring day and Macho had fallen sick. Bruno and Greeny cared for it as much as they could, but nothing they did seemed to make it better.
Bruno held his head in his hands as he sat outside the hut. Despite everything, Macho was still his baby. He wished he could make it feel better...
And suddenly, his vision faded. Just as it had over a year ago, when he'd first met Arceus...
"Well done."
Bruno looked up at the regal creature and all his pain, frustration, and anger melted away. He took a bow.
"Your child is only ill because it is carrying something too godly for it. Something of mine."
"I will take it and the little one will heal. And then, you are free to do as you wish."
This, Bruno realized, was what he'd been waiting for. He'd birthed the Machop and now he was free.
Slowly, their surroundings came into view. Arceus tore apart the hut and tossed Greeny aside with a well-timed Future Sight. Approaching the bed, it stared down at the ill Machop.
Greeny rose to rush the Normal-type Pokemon, but Bruno held up a hand and it stopped. It stared as the Pokemon bent its head over its child.
From Macho's chest, a red tablet began rising. Bruno and Greeny watched in awe as Arceus raised its head, bringing the Plate up with it, and absorbed it into itself. The atmosphere was thrumming with intensity, but before long, the entire ordeal was over.
Bruno let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. As the Plate got absorbed, so too did any of his lingering attachments. Glancing at Greeny, he knew it felt the same.
And when Macho woke up, completely healed, it looked at Bruno in confusion.
"It no longer recognizes you as its mother," Arceus said softly. Bruno nodded.
He'd expected to feel heartbroken, but all that came was relief. The little Machop jumped down from its bed and ran into its father's arms, squealing in delight. Bruno turned to Arceus.
"Take me home."
Bruno stood in front of the Dojo. He had on his robe and nothing else, the same as he was when he'd left the Dojo.
Normally, he'd be eager to knock on the door and embrace all his fellow Blackbelts. But today, he just wanted to see one person.
Whether Arceus heard his wish or it was just a coincidence, the door opened before he even knocked.
"Bruno."
Bruno fell to his knees, all the energy leaving him. He choked out a sob, then began crying loudly.
Instantly, Koichi enveloped him in a hug. He rubbed his back, stroking his spine and whispering soothing words.
"I'm so proud of you. My special boy," Koichi rasped, and Bruno knew he was crying, too.
The young man looked up at the elder, glaring fiercely. "Now that I've fulfilled Arceus' mission, there's only one thing I want," he said angrily. Clenching his fist in Koichi's karategi, he forcefully kissed his master.
"Make me your wife."
Bruno stretched out his back and relaxed in the warm water.
Koichi had rented out Ember Spa for Bruno's birthday, and Bruno was already thinking about having him do it again. Having the entire spa to himself was heavenly. He could scrub, stretch, and let himself hang loose without anyone watching.
Especially since the baby bloated him like a Wailord.
Seven months ago, he and Koichi had fallen into bed like teenagers. Koichi had been a monster. Bruising Bruno's hips, biting his neck, thrusting into him until Bruno cried in pleasure. Bruno hadn't been able to walk the next morning. Koichi might've not had the girth of Greeny, but Bruno's body was no longer tattooed and he felt the same soreness as any wild fuck would give.
He'd talked to Hitoshi, Hideki, Mike, and Aaron. All four of them had said that Koichi fell into a deep depression after giving Bruno up. No matter how much they tried to console him, Koichi had closed the Dojo.
Without Bruno, his heart had fallen in pieces.
Bruno frowned as he worked on a kink in his shoulders. Having a gravid, seven month belly was not convenient. His goal had been to have a relaxed workout every day, but the second Koichi had realized he was pregnant, he was not allowed to lift a finger. To compensate, Koichi gave him every single luxury the middle-aged man could afford.
Bruno smiled at the thought of his husband. Koichi had snuck a ring on his finger while he'd slept, then acted as if the marriage was already done. He'd tossed Bruno papers with a blush on his face, and Bruno had smiled.
"I want to get it done ASAP," Koichi had said huskily. "Before you go back to the Elite Four, and definitely before the baby." Bruno took the hint; there would be no wedding months from now, no hectic planning. He'd smiled. Bruno hadn't wanted a ceremony anyway, so this was perfect.
And the "engagement gift" he'd given Koichi, two stripes on the pregnancy test, gave him the best fucks of his life for the next week.
The other four Blackbelts were sad to see the engagement, even though they feigned happiness. Bruno had told them that Koichi had allowed for one last orgy before Bruno was all his, and no one else's. But Koichi was the only one who could cum inside his vagina.
Bruno had been so sore the next day, but it was another relief waking up to only Koichi, watching the middle-aged man's brown eyes ravishing his body. Now, everything of Bruno's was his, and everything of his was Bruno's.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the presence behind him until it dipped into the water beside him.
"Honey, don't stay too long," Koichi murmured, kissing Bruno's mouth. He rubbed Bruno's belly lovingly as the kiss turned into a deep one.
"Mmm...you had a good day, then?" Bruno crooned. He loved how they did this; had conversations that took four times as long because they were so busy tasting each other.
In answer, Koichi moved down and groped Bruno's left udder. He suckled Bruno's teat with the horny soundtrack of his wife's moans.
Koichi was a widow and he'd never had any children. Bruno was giving him a son, slowly ripening in his belly. But Koichi had made it clear that Bruno was also precious to him, and so he treated Bruno like a queen. The Master Blackbelt unlatched from the leaking tit and moved in between Bruno's thighs.
"I love you," he said throatily. Bruno shuddered. Koichi wasn't one to say it often, but when he did, it felt like Bruno was encased in the palm of his hand.
"I love you, too," Bruno whispered. "But should we really fuck in a public spa?"
Koichi grinned. "I paid the owner extra."