Pokémon: Cast Away [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Name: Bryce Berkley
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance:

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Background: Born to a career trainer who bit off a little more than she could chew during her adventures through Sinnoh, Bryce spent much of his young life under the care of his grandparents in Solaceon Town. Owners of the local Pokémon daycare, the elderly couple was far better prepared for raising a rambunctious young boy than their wayward daughter, and the promise of an extra pair of hands to help with the family business was a tempting prospect. Since he was old enough to toddle at his grandfather's side, Bryce helped care for the beloved companions of trainers from every corner of the region. It was a satisfying task and one he enjoyed as he got old enough to recognize the impact it had on the world around him. He proved himself to be a promising successor for the establishment as he grew from boy to man and became all the more skilled at rearing generation after generation of Pokémon.

He also proved himself to be his mother's son many times over as he made that transition. Out in the rural countryside of Sinnoh, there wasn't much for a young man to do after his daily chores but hit up the local farmer's daughters, or the occasional city girl passing through the route. His carnal hunger led him into the beds of many of the town's women, single or otherwise, and his passion for "breeding" made him the adversary of more than one of his fellow farm boys. After a particularly sticky incident involving the town elder's granddaughter, it became clear that Bryce's welcome in Solaceon had swiftly worn out.

His grandparents reluctantly aided him in securing passage out of Sinnoh. His mother had managed to make a name for herself in nearby Unova, and a vacation to see her was just the thing to get him away from his old stomping grounds, just long enough for the heat to die down. But a night of drunken debauchery the ship between regions saw him tumbling overboard, and the land he washed up in was one far different from any he had known before.

Perks:
Athletic: A lifetime of working in rural Sinnoh and a not insignificant amount of personal vanity has ensured Bryce keeps himself in good shape. He is more than capable of tackling the most strenuous physical activity without complaint and can exert himself for long periods without significant fatigue thanks to his conditioning.
Pokémon Breeder: Crass jokes aside, Bryce is a licensed Pokémon breeder and is therefore an expert in taking care of a dizzying variety of Pokémon. He knows what they enjoy eating, how they enjoy playing, what kinds of other Pokémon they get along with, how to groom and otherwise pamper them, and generally can be expected to optimize the performance of any Pokémon that finds itself under his diligent care.
Sexually Gifted: Bryce is more than just a man-whore. He's a good man-whore. A very good man-whore. Though he takes great pride in being "hung like a Rapidash" and having the stamina to match one, he's a particularly diligent and thoughtful lover once the time to sate his hunger has arrived. Whether by cock, hand, tongue, or otherwise, he enjoys bringing his lovers to ecstasy time and time again and has gotten quite good at it over the years.
Smooth-Talker: Bryce was born with a silver tongue and he isn't afraid to use it. He has a knack for figuring out what it is people want or need through conversation, and providing them with just the thing they want to hear in a given moment. It's helped him stay out of trouble over the years despite his less-than-ideal inclinations.

Flaws:
I'm Only Human: Bryce is, for all his bravado, still just a human. Ordinarily, such a thing would not be much of a drawback. In a strange land, surrounded by sapient creatures capable of launching bolts of lightning from their tails and breathing fire, however, it proves to be a rather significant drawback in matters of conflict.
Impulsive: Bryce is not a man with strong impulse control. He is ruled by his desires and emotions more than logic and reasoning, and can usually be expected to side with a force of instant gratification rather than one which will ultimately contribute to his long-term success.
Lecherous Rake: Put simply, Bryce is a pervert. There is little in the world he enjoys more than a tight, wet hole to bury himself in and a nice pair to bounce in his face as he makes use of it. Even otherwise innocuous behavior that might be construed as sexual is liable to get him randy, and he's never been known to refuse an opportunity to get his rocks off, even when the consequences of that romp would be less than ideal.

Turn Ons: Big cock, cock comparison, cock worship, domination, excessive cum, femboys, femdom, fucked silly, harem, humiliation, large insertions, marathon sex, MILFs, musk, romance, sexual favors, sexual rewards, teasing
Turn Offs: Guro, death, torture, heavy BDSM, eggs, bathroom stuff

The heavy winds and grey skies did little to dampen your mood. Even as the rain picked up, billowed into a spray by a nearing storm to shower you with flecks of biting cold, you were simply too enraptured into having a good time. If anything, the weather made things better, forcing most the passengers inside, leaving only those like-minded as yourself - or drunk enough to be easily swayed - to continue this impromptu revelry. The booze would help keep you warm, and the wind rush helped surge your adrenaline. But the greatest lure in keeping the fun going was the bountiful selection of young women on this trip with you. The aid of alcohol and the freedom of what was likely their first adventure away from home had helped you a lot already. In your drunken haze you took a moment to keep track of whose panties you had already slipped yourself inside of, and whose remained to be claimed. It would take you working around the clock to tick of the entire list before you reach your destination, but you were deep in your cups enough to see no issues with doing just that.

Perhaps someone more sensible should have dragged you inside once it grew darker and stormier. Perhaps someone more sensible tried, you couldn't really remember by the time you went over the rail. The waves crashed up the side of the boat and met you on your way down, your body disappearing into the foaming peaks before they receded into the darkened depths below.

The swirling miasma around you drowned out the sounds of thunder, and cries of your name. Even the boat passing by seemed to disappear as you lost all sense of which way was up or down. You were cast about in the abyss, you think you surfaced for air once or twice before being dragged beneath the waves once more, but you were finding it hard to stay focused. You found yourself slipping. Fading.

"I've got you!" A voice breaks through the silence that envelops you. The rentless wailing of the sea has subsided to a much calmer to and throw, a much gentler tied that could almost rock you asleep.

Strong arms pull you from the water's grip and you feel the warmth of sand against your back. You still don't feel fully awake, blearily aware of someone rescuing you, checking your pulse, hands against your chest. Lips on your own.

They feel soft, wet, warm... and oddly fuzzy. But the rush of air has you coughing up seawater and your eyes open. And above you, you see your saviour.

A... Pokémon. A Lopunny, to be precise... but... dressed in clothes. Your eyes first see her as she pulls away from giving you mouth to mouth, her lips still wet from the seawater on your own... and perhaps some of your spit too, you couldn't be sure. Her eyes were closed at the moment, it was almost like watching a lover pull away from a caring kiss, though they soon flick open and she looks at you with great relief.

"Thank Arceus you're alive. When I saw you drifting in with the tide I thought for certain you were... well..." Did she just... speak? And that outfit she was wearing... while certainly revealing in a lot of places and hugging her form quite tightly, was a lot more complicated than you might expect for anything someone might be tempted to dress a Pokémon up in.

The Lopunny

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It seems you're not the only one confused by the current situation. She pulls away from you, giving you room to sit up and offers a hand... paw... whatever... for you to hold onto so she could help you to your feet. "Are you okay? Can you tell me your name? I've never seen a Pokémon like you before..." she murmurs that last part mostly to herself, though its loud enough for you to catch.

What was happening? Were you rescued by a talking Lopunny? Or was this some kind of delusion, brought about by a lack of oxygen? It certainly felt real. Your clothes were all soaked through and dragging on your body. The sky showed no signs of the storm from earlier, however. If anything, it looked quite sunny and pleasant. The waves around you were calm, reaching the age of a golden sandy beach with a gentleness unbefitting the tide that tried to swallow you up before. Palm trees cast shade over patches of the beach, giving a more tropical vibe to the environment than you would have expected, and outcroppings of rocks closed in this little stretch of sand into a small, quiet little strip. Though you imagine the coastline must stretch on in a similar fashion on either end of the rocks.

The Lopunny was still stairing at you, expecting an answer. Just what were you going to tell her?

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Was it a fitting end? Bryce certainly didn't think so with what few thoughts he could manage in his delirium. Part of him had always held onto the deluded notion that he'd live a long, fruitful life. Pass away like some of the old folks in Solaceon did, surrounded by their children and their children and theirs after them. He could only imagine how many extended kin would flood his room on the day of his passing in such a life: implying the very act of making them hadn't gotten him killed somewhere along the way.

Dying in the arms of a lover felt a lot more fitting than sinking to the bottom of a cold, unforgiving sea far from home. But he drifted and drifted all the same... until he found himself in a pair of strong, caring arms all the same. It was difficult to parse exactly what was happening, drunken and half-drowned as he was. Perhaps he had really died, and the sweet, warm lips against his own were those of an angel, welcoming him to the paradise beyond. That sounded a lot better than the ocean floor. He hoped all angels had such soft lips.

But the sudden retching that followed him and the briny taste of seawater all but assured Bryce he had not yet passed on. He lurched forward as the air hit his lungs, sucking breath down as greedily as he ever had. His clothes were soaked, he was soaked, and everything was entirely too bright. As his mind struggled to piece together exactly what had happened to land him in such a scenario, and his eyes fought with the tropical sun above to make out just who had been so kind as to drag him back from the depths... he found himself only growing all the more confused.

Before him wasn't an angel! It was a frickin' Lopunny! Part of him immediately felt guilty that he had enjoyed the live-saving kiss as much as he had, although as he looked her over he couldn't help but feel a little... conflicted. He knew Lopunny. He had cared for many Lopunny. They were an excitable, chipper sort. A little overly energetic when not properly socialized, but sweet all the same. Of all the Lopunny he had known, however, none of them wore clothes.

None of them had such... human-like figures.

And none of them had ever talked!

The breeder took time to rub at his eyes, although his saltwater-soaked hands did little to soothe their ache. Had he actually died? Maybe he was still in the process, and he was just hallucinating the ridiculously stacked Pokégirl in front of him. It was a labor for him to keep his gaze off her figure, nearly spilling out of her little outfit as she was. Definitely something he would've imagined up all himself.

Worse yet, it seemed she had asked him something. Which meant she expected him to respond. Hallucination or not, there were worse dying thoughts than talking to a cute, busty girl. Even if she was a little... unconventional.

"I, uh, shit," His throat felt raspy as he forced the words out, trying to make himself look at least a little presentable as he did, his fingers combing through soaked hair, "Bryce. I'm- I'm Bryce. Sorry, drowning is uh... it's a little new for me."

Not his smoothest introduction, but it sufficed well enough for a dead man walking. The extended... hand... paw... thing was appreciated, though he couldn't help but feel all the more guilty for troubling the sexy bunny. Bryce accepted her grasp all the same, though he did his level best not to rely on her strength too much in his effort to get up onto his feet.

"Where uh... Where am I? Is this Unova? Can't be. I'm pretty sure I'd know if Unovan Lopunny looked so... appealing. Do you have a trainer? Someone had to put you in that, yeah?"

He felt like a madman, talking to a Pokémon like it could answer him. Maybe if he just pretended it was like a day at the daycare. The critters there certainly seemed to like it when he talked with them!

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Not a water type then, I take it, Bryce?" she asks with a soft giggle as you get situated on your feet. "Oh, sorry... too soon? I'll save the jokes for when you're feeling tip top."

She sets her hands on her hips as she looks you over, a strong stance that has the added bonus of pushing her bust out towards you. Her outfit was likely designed with physical activity in mind, it looked somewhere between a swimmers suit and a running outfit based on the design and materials. But with a little less detail it would look right at home on a stripper as well. A nice heart shaped window offered a look at her cleavage, where even her fluff couldn't hide the shapeliness of her breasts. The belt secured around her bust must be designed very well if it was holding in all she had to offer without any concern on her part that it might pop open.

As you talk though, you notice confusion start to creep in, slowly replacing the reassuring smile she had on her face. Near every third word you uttered seem to leave her more and more at a loss.

"Unova? Sorry, never heard of there. That's not in the Archipelago, is it? Feel like I would've heard of it if it was." she says, pouting a little. She raises an eyebrow at your next comment, but you move on before she has a chance to respond, leaving her even more confused. "Trainer? You mean like... at the Dojo? Are you looking to join a Rescue Team?" She looks down at her outfit and tugs at the sturdy fabric a little. "Why? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

She sets aside her questions for a moment and places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. She has to reach up to do so, but the gesture showcases how much taller she is compared to the typical Lopunny. "You've clearly been through a lot. Why don't we get you someplace to rest. My name's Cotton. I'm a Rescuemon. One of the few still operating on this island. I'm sure someone back at the village can help sort out where this Unova is and-"

She's cut off by the sound of yelling coming down from beyond the rock outcropping at the edge of the beach. She reacts immediately, her eyes widening for a split second before she turns. Her rabbit feet kick sand up behind her as she starts darting off. "I'm sorry, Bryce." she calls back to you as she darts off. "Wait right here, I'll be back as soon as I've dealt with whatever this is."

With that she's off, remarkably fast. She asked you to wait here, but a part of you wants to chase after her and see what's going on as well. It'll be difficult to keep up with her at the speed she's going at, but you could probably follow behind. Do you really want to exert yourself that much after just being saved from drowning though?

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It didn't surprise Bryce all that much that the Lopunny, or Cotton as she called herself, didn't have much in the way of information to offer him. If anything, it would have been all the weirder if she did. Whether the events unfolding before him were some kind of particularly vivid hallucination, or he had managed to wash up on the shores of some foreign region with big-breasted Lopunny, it didn't make a lot of difference. In the moment he was wet and tired and cold and it seemed his savior was offering him some kind of respite from it all. With the options before him being 'lay on the beach and die for real' or 'follow the bunny girl you are increasingly aroused by', the choice was obvious enough that even a waterlogged degenerate like himself could make it.

Or would have made it, had someone not rudely interrupted. The promise of civilization and the possibility of making sense of things was ripped away from him by the shouting from further along the beach. Ever the enterprising hero, Cotton seemed more interested in the crisis to come than putting his crisis to rest. Proving herself to truly be a member of her species, the Lopunny girl went scurrying off down the beach at a pace he wasn't liable to match.

In her wake, he was left with another, less pleasant decision. He could listen to her, hope everything worked out, and await the bodacious bunny to return to him and show him back to civilization. There was always the risk that she might not come back, and he'd have to go scavenging for berries like some kind of castaway until the Wingulls flew off with his bones. Or... he could undertake the fool's errand of jogging after a Pokémon known for its speed. Had he not just washed up on the shore like a piece of driftwood, maybe he would've kept a good pace with her. In his current condition? He'd be lucky if he didn't just croak in the endeavor.

But Bryce had always been a man of action. How could he just wait?! Maybe other folks had washed up on the shore! Folks who knew where in the world they were! If all else failed, he'd at least get to see more of Cotton. Guilty though he felt about it, that bunny looked damned breedable, and he had been through more than enough trauma to deserve an appreciative glance at his savior's ample curves!

After a short moment of bracing himself for the labor to come, he set off after the Lopunny with all the energy he could muster, eager to see what was to follow.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Those ample, breedable curves grew smaller and smaller in the distance, though even from afar the way they swayed helped you urge more and more strength into your legs to keep up. Much to your surprise, you managed to keep her in sight across the stretch of beach and only really lost her for a moment when it came time to scaling the rocky outcropping that separated this stretch of sand from the one the cries were coming from. You're able to reach the rocks before she gets over it, though with how quickly she bounded up, you're only able to enjoy a brief look at her athletic thighs, wide hips and plump ass hovering above your head before she disappears over to the other side.

The rock, understandably given its sea facing location, was wet to the touch and slippery to climb. But nature had eroded many hand and footholds into its surface, allowing you to scale at your own pace. Once you managed to get your feet purchased upon a more wider portion of rock surface, you can begin moving over to the other side. At this point you can hear what's being said more clearly.

"Please, put me down!" a girl's voice. Young... late teens or early twenties you would guess. Clearly panicked. Her cries and pleas are met with laughter from three distinct voices. All female from the sound of things. Older and harsher sounding than the girl that spoke. Two were probably not much older than yourself, however the third may be a bit older still than the other two. This is the voice that speaks up next.

"What's the matter Hazel? Not able to handle yourself as well as you said you could?" It has a more gravelly undertone than you would expect, perhaps a smoker - though you can't deny a certain sultry warmth to it that eases its harshness. "Maybe next time you'll pay for our protection. Not safe for a girl to go out picking berries all by herself, you know. Who knows what dangerous sorts you might run into..."

The voices start cackling again as one of the younger ones chips in. "Dunk her in the water again, Hydris. I think she needs another quick dip." This voice was filled with more evident delight at this 'Hazel's' misery than the others. "Don't know what's taking her so long. Shouldn't be hard for the Elder's daughter to spare some loose change to pay our fee."

There's another splash and some flailing, before a few moments later you can hear a sudden gasp for air and the gravelly voice spoke again. "You know, Hazel, if paying up is too hard, we'd also accept you joining as a member. That way you get our protection all the time, no muss, no fuss. Sound like a good deal, Hazel?"

"I don't even know why we're bothering." the third bully speaks up, sounding a little more bored than the others. There's a slight sucking sound, perhaps on a lollipop or- well, your dirty mind does like to wander even in the strangest of circumstances - before she speaks again. "She's so weak, she'd probably just... oh, Hydris, heads up. The buzzkill is coming over."

As you pass over the last summit of rock, you can make out the figures on the stretch of beach beyond. At least two were standing in the water, while two more watched from she shore, seemingly cheering on whatever was happening. Perhaps you shouldn't have been so surprised, but all four women looked to be Pokémon.

Standing in the waves was what looked to be one from the Totodile line, perhaps even a fully evolved Feraligatr going by her muscles and mean look. Though 'mean' isn't the first word that springs to mind with a bust that HUGE. Her tits easily put Cotton's already sizeable cleavage to shame, and looking ready to burst out of a very sheer looking swimsuit. Thrashing about in the Feraligatr's grip, held aloft in one hand by one of her legs was a plump looking Eevee, clearly the source of the destressed voice, dressed in clothes that looked already dunked in water a few times over. You could feel some sympathy with having to deal with the discomfort of a more casual attire being soaked through.

On the shore are two more Pokémon. A Zoroark who was now shifting from foot to foot, seemingly the hyper sort and unable to stay still for very long, and a Midnight variant Lycanroc who idly sucked on a lollipop through the whole ordeal. Though they both wore more than the Feraligatr did, they all still dressed rather skimpily... which, you supposed, was still more than Pokémon normally dressed.

The Feraligatr, you think you heard her referred to as Hydris, drops the Eevee abruptly into the sea as all three women turn to face you. Wait... not you. Cotton, who was marching down the beach just ahead of you.

"What's going on here?" Cotton yelled, anger evident in her voice, her fists clenched at her sides.

Hydris looks her up and down with a smug grin as she wades through the shallow waves towards her. As you get closer, the size difference between the two is obvious, with Hydris easily a head height or two over Cotton, and her swaying tail making her seem even larger. "Just Rescue Team, business. I'm sure you understand, being a- oh wait, that's right... you need team members to officially qualify as a Rescue Team, don't you? And no one wants to join yours. Such a shame. Maybe you should stick to what Lopunnies do best and start popping out a few babies."

The other two women on the shore start cackling at this comment. Though Cotton's arms tense up. Things might be about to get violent, although there's a sudden change in Hydris' mood.

"What... what the fuck is that thing?" she asks, reaching out past Cotton and pointing right at you. Her two goons turn to look your way as well and seem equally disturbed by the sight of you.

Well... that's a kind of entrance to make.

The Eevee (Hazel)

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The Feraligatr

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The Zoroark

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The Lycanroc (Midnight)

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[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Bryce had been made to reconcile with some strange things that day. The brush with death was certainly one of them, as was being fished out of the briny deep by a Lopunny girl that contested Mrs. Baker for the title of the hottest body he'd hoped to know. Being made to run down a beach with the sting of saltwater still in his lungs seemed tame by comparison, but very little could have prepared him for what came next. It sounded like he had stumbled his way into a bizarre cross of racketeering and secondary school bullying, as he struggled his way up the rocks and to the top of the swell. How in the world a busty Lopunny meant to fit into the events was beyond him.

Beyond him until he finally reached the top and caught sight of what lay beyond.

He had died, he was convinced. He had died at the bottom of the ocean far, far from home. In place of the mortal coil he had known, it was clear to Bryce that he had moved onto some sort of afterlife. One populated by figures who looked to be combinations of the two things he loved most in life: the Pokémon he diligently raised and cared for as a matter of profession, and the beautiful women he had spent the better part of a decade rutting into the hay.

There was no other explanation! Lopunny had always been a little human-like in their build, so one could have been forgiven for assuming a regional variant might cross the boundary a little further than comfort allowed. But as he stood atop a column of rock, oogling the mouthwatering bust of a Feraligatr, all thoughts of the world he knew seemed to vanish. It was for the better, he decided. There was no way he could return to the daycare after popping a stiffy at the sight of Feraligatr tits.

The exchange between the girls seemed to fall to the wayside as he reconciled with the sights before him. He listened enough to get the jist: it seemed the Feraligatr, Hydris, and her fellows were trying to shake down the pleasantly plump-looking Eevee girl. Not an unusual thing to see. Certain 'mon had to be separated from others back home, or bullying would inevitably become the topic of the day. The Totodile line was a real mean bunch when they started getting bigger, and though he had less experience with them, he knew that Zoroark and Lycanroc were liable to take joy in picking on their lessers.

He also knew that a Lopunny wasn't the best contender for taking on any one of the three, much less all three at once. True, they weren't exactly one-to-one the Pokémon he knew, goddesses of fertility that they were, but his instincts told him to step in. A fortunate thing the sight of him coming down the rocks seemed to draw their attention away from Cotton and toward him.

"That thing? Is that how a Rescue Team greets a new arrival?"

He hadn't the foggiest clue what in the world a rescue team was. The only one of them who had done any rescuing was Cotton, and it seemed she wasn't good enough to be part of their club. Maybe it was just a glorified club at the end of the day. But they seemed proud enough of it, so it was as good a talking point to push as any.

"This your stretch of the beach? 'Cause I almost drowned down that way while you were picking on that cutie right there. What kinda Rescue Team spends more time dunking an Eevee into the sea than actually rescuing? You ought to be the ones paying me for all the pain and suffering your negligence caused."

Mouthing off to a bunch of overly aggressive women, Pokémon-shaped or otherwise, wasn't his smartest plan, but as long as they were more focused on dressing him down than they were smacking around Cotton or Hazel, the better. Redirecting the aggressive 'mons always seemed to be the best play back on the ranch.

[Lazy Kitsune]

The Eevee, Hazel, sits up in the water below, making a splash that briefly draws your attention. She spits out a spew of sea water, her ears drooping by her sides. Her clothes are soaked and clinging to her hefty bust, wet enough for you to see the details of her bra underneath. She looks around to figure out why the attention has suddenly shifted off of her, first seeing Cotton's arrival with evident appreciation in her eyes, and then she spots you and seems just as confused as the others.

Hydris and her 'team' are caught off guard enough by your arrival that they remain silent while you have a go at them. They share a few glances with each other, but none take their eyes off of you for very long. Hydris herself seems to study you quite carefully with a sidelong glance, taking a few steps to the side to be facing you more directly rather than Cotton. Cotton looks over her shoulder at you with worry in her eyes, though your arrival seems to get her to think twice about acing aggressively. Her arms relax, though she leans close to you to whisper.

"Bryce! What are you doing? You shouldn't be here in your state, its not safe."

"Wow... its some kind of shaved Chimchar or something..." the Zoroark chimes in once you finish, snickering derisively at her own comment. "Hmm... He's kind of cute with how quirky and weird he looks. I think he'd make a good pet."

"He's not a Chimchar, Vix." Hydris responds, keeping her gaze fixed on you. She starts to step towards you, each wade of her thick, powerful thighs through the water sending waves rippling out. Her foot falls created small splashes and even her tale send salty spray into the air whenever it dipped down to skin the sea's surface. "I don't know what he is. Which makes him interesting. Maybe a bit more interesting than daddy's girl over here."

She strides up to you. Her form is large and powerful, making her an inherently daunting presence even with her tits bouncing with each stride before your eyes, sending droplets of water flying off of her cleavage and into the waves below with each step. You wonder if she could crush you with her tits alone... and whether or not that would be a bad thing. After sizing you up for a few moments, her expression softens and she puts on a smile. A crocodile smile in every sense possible. "Seems like we've got off on the wrong foot. Usually talking like that to us is a bad move, but seeing as you're clearly not from around here I suppose we can forgive you. Can't we girls?"

"Uh, right boss! When I called you weird and quirky... that's just how we call someone sexy around here." Vix chips in.

The as yet unnamed Lycanroc seems to be losing interest in your uniqueness and regaining interest in her lollipop, but she gives you a nod all the same. "Sure, easy mistake to make for a newcomer I guess."

Even Hydris isn't all too sold on their attempt to back her up, scoffing a little under her breath before turning her attention back to you. "Don't mind them. There's a reason I do the thinking on the team. We're Team Fang, by the way. The only Rescue Team operating out of Hardnut town. Which makes us pretty important, in case you're still not following. And we just so happen to be recruiting new members. You interested in trying out?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Bryce did what little he could do to reassure Cotton's worries, waving his hand as if to dismiss her concerns. She was damn right to have them, of course, given that she had only just revived him moments beforehand and he was sizing up several powerful-looking Pokémon, but showing weakness when faced with the more predatory types was the absolute wrong move to make. Better to keep them guessing as to exactly what he was capable of.

Though the implication that he was some kind of Chimchar of all things got his blood boiling. He had been compared to more flattering Pokémon before, certainly. A Tauros. A Rapidash. Something big and tough and virile. A Chimchar?! He was at least a Primeape! Were he at all confident he wasn't liable to keel over at the first sign of a particularly well-aimed Night Daze, he might've even said as much! Luckily, it seemed their leader had taken enough of an interest in him that hostilities were momentarily soothed.

But he wasn't deluded enough to think that wouldn't change. The hulking Water-type's toothy smile did little to calm his nerves, but he offered her his best reassurances in return. His grin wasn't liable to win out over such a toothy maw, though.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Bryce. Just uh, just Bryce."

For all her inclination to bully, the exchange with Hydris proved to be at least somewhat enlightening, if somewhat amusing. Hardnut town? With girls like them around, yeah, that sounded about right. Useful though the knowledge was, that Hydris and her girls apparently ran the rackets of Hardnut town, he wasn't quite dumb enough to let his guard down. If he did, his gaze would inevitably drop a good foot or so, and he'd be right back to oogling the Amazonian in front of him instead of settling things.

"Try out? Well, I'd love to, but seeing as though I just washed up, I'm not exactly in top form right now. Wouldn't be fair to give you anything but my best," He deepened his sideways grin in the hopes of diffusing some of the tension, "Cotton here was just about to show me back to town so I could rest up and get my bearings. Maybe you could escort us back? I'd really appreciate the hospitality."

Given they seemed to be hazing the Eevee when Cotton rolled up on them, he could only imagine what a tryout entailed. Better to kick it down the road than end up back in the water for a second time that day.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Cotton watched the conversation between you and the hulking Feraligatr closely for a few moments until she could be sure she wasn't about to bite your head off unless things took a very sudden and drastic turn. While Hydris' attention was on you, Cotton moved over to Hazel, helping her to her feet and checking her over quickly. Hydris didn't seem to care to intervene as Cotton moved behind her to guide Hazel out of the water and onto the shore, shooting you a grateful look as she passed by your line of sight.

Hydris looked down at you as you spoke, tilting her chin up to the air. She had a hint of an amused smile on her face. She was posturing, but there was enough give in that expression to let you know that at the very least she was impressed with how you handled yourself before her. There is a slight snort as you mention it not being fair to give her anything but your best, you get the sense that she can tell you're at least partially bullshitting her just to stave off any trouble this try out might involve, however you seem to have worded yourself well enough that even though she knows you're just telling her what she wants to hear she can accept the way you're doing it.

It was an interesting situation to find yourself in. On the fly you were making use of your years of Pokémon Breeder knowledge, identifying habits of Pokémon you had learned and observed over time and trying to apply them to the woman in front of you to read her properly, all the while you also made use of your quick wit and silver tongue to turn a tense conversation to your advantage. These aren't skills you ever expected to combine in such away, talents normally reserved for getting into the pants of the local hotties now talking an apex predator down from harassing you and the others around you and into escorting you to town. But perhaps even more surprising than the situation making you use your skills in such a way was the fact that it actually seemed to be working.

"Hmmph. Alright then. Bryce." she draws out your name as she says it. Savouring it. "We can escort you back to town. I'm sure the Elder would like to hear how Rescue Team Fang recovered both his daughter and a mysterious newcomer from the shores and brought them back safely before any serious harm could come to them in the wilderness. I'm sure you'll find us much better protection that one lone Lopunny."

Cotton shoots a glare at the back of Hydris' head. Though Hydris keeps facing you, from your angle you can see her glance back at Cotton from the corner of her eye, her grin widening to a wicked sneer. "She wouldn't be able to protect you if trouble came so much as spread her legs as a distraction while you got away."

She turns, her tail lightly splashing some water up towards you as she fully stepped onto the shore once more, leaving deep footprints in the sand. "Come on, girls. Lets get these poor 'mon back to Hardnut. Oh..." she pauses for a moment, looking back over her shoulder at you. "And Bryce... don't keep us waiting too long for your try out. We're looking for someone to fill that slot soon, so if you don't hurry you might miss out on your chance altogether."

They begin to lead the way off the beach and you soon find Cotton and Hazel walking up beside you. "Thank you for that." Cotton whispers to you. "Sorry you had to deal with something like that so soon after almost drowning. Hopefully someone back at Hardnut knows a bit about where you're from so you can get back. I promise most people are much nicer than Hydris."

Hazel peeks past Cotton, looking at you with a look of wonder in her eyes. Her fur is still damp from the sea and her ears are still drooping a little cutely by the sides of her head. She seems to realise she's staring at casts her eyes away. You get the feeling that she's blushing underneath all that fur. She looks back and decides to explain herself. "Sorry for staring." she says. "It's just... I've never seen a Pokémon like you before. Do... do you mind me asking what kind of Pokémon you are?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

There was a real stark difference between sweet-talking your way into the good graces of a freckled cutie and sweet-talking an apex predator out of crunching down on you like a poffin. The worst part of it for Bryce? The latter seemed to thrill him a little bit more than the former. It certainly helped that the apex predators of Hardnut Town were a couple of shapely girls with bad attitudes, led by an absolute behemoth of a beauty who seemed not the least bit impressed by his pluck. Were he not still coming to grips with his situation and waterlogged down to the bone, he might've even found their exchange a little arousing.

Who was he kidding? He absolutely still found their exchange arousing. The mention of Cotton spreading her legs certainly didn't drag his mind out of the gutter, and when Hydris peeked over her shoulder to make her little parting shot, he couldn't help but respond on instinct.

"Oh, don't even worry about it. I wouldn't dream of missing my shot with you."

It was probably for the best the Fangs set out when they did and Cotton came wandering over with Hazel in tow. He didn't want to push his luck too far, and there was no way he wouldn't if he was made to stare at Hydris' shapely backside bouncing across the beach by his lonesome. Not that the duo of Normal types were any less titillating, as Hazle's drenched clothes helped to highlight. Seemed like every female he was liable to meet would look right at home in one of his sleazy magazines. Not that he was one to complain.

"Don't worry about it. I've known plenty of women like Hydris: they like their men, or, well, males, to have a backbone. Just gotta make sure not to overstep while you're giving them a little shit in return."

How much experience with women applied, and how much experience with Pokémon applied to the girls around him was difficult to say. As long as he hedged his bets and drew from both pools of experience, it was probably fine.

Of course, no amount of experience with girls or Pokémon gave him an easy answer to Hazel's question.

"You don't gotta apologize for staring. I figured you just really like what you see. I sure know I do."

Playful banter aside, he needed an answer. If neither of the five of them could identify him by sight, it was probably safe to assume humans weren't a common sight around Hardnut. Trying to describe the distinction between humans and Pokémon to a girl that looked every bit a combination of both seemed silly enough as well. Better to just throw out the obvious.

"What am I? Well, you can just call me a Human. We're not the toughest bunch around, but we've got our advantages. Like fast-talking pretty gals with silky fur, for instance."

[Lazy Kitsune]

If she wasn't blushing before, she definitely was after your initial comments. Hazel's ears shot up and she cast her eyes to the side, though the corners of her muzzle tugged into the shape of a smile. An awkward, clearly nervous smile, but a smile all the same and one she likely had little control over judging by how she seemed to slightly shrink behind Cotton's shoulder. Following through with even more flirtations furthered her flustered state. She grabbed her left arm with her right hand, a motion which brought her right arm under her plush bust, pushing it up even more as she let out a flattered giggle at your comments.

Cotton, for her part, was anything but oblivious. A raised eyebrow and a surprised smirk spread on her face as she glanced between yourself and Hazel. "Hazel this is Bryce, Bryce, Hazel. Hazel Hardnut to give her full name." she said, providing the two of you a very pointed official introduction. She then leaned towards you to whisper "Careful new guy, you might want to try make a good impression on her dad before you try anything." Despite her words of warning, she steps back, no long walking between you and Hazel and then slips around to your other side, leaving you free to chat with the cute Eevee without the Lopunny's ears, shoulders and other assets in the way.

"Hu-human." Hazel says, closing the gap between the two of you a little. "I've never heard of your kind before. Thankyou for standing up to Hydris like that. You must be very brave."

"Keep up you lot." you hear Hydris herself call back to the three of you. She's not too far ahead, but her team were very much more out in front rather than sticking close to the people they claimed to be escorting to safety. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing, given it gave you a great view of her ass swaying with her steps. It was almost criminal how her black bikini bottoms hugged her body so tightly. Despite how large her tail was, it rarely obstructed your view of her rear. It swished around, either keeping high or swaying from side to side, if anything drawing your attention closer to her ass with its natural movements. Your thoughts are grounded once more when you catch the amber glint of her eye glancing back in your direction and a slight smirk on her lips. Did she catch you checking her out, or was she just amused by how slow the three of you were moving compared to her?

You move from the sandy shores onto well travelled grassy terrain. A path cut through the tropical forests around this area, dirt beneath your feet flanked by mounds of tall grass. The perfect environment to normally catch wild Pokémon in, although this time it seems like the Pokémon have caught you. You don't know how long it'll take to get to Hardnut, but you got the impression you weren't too far. Still, you had a good opportunity to ask Cotton or Hazel anything you wanted to know ahead of time, or even try to strike up a conversation with any of Team Fang. Not to mention the fact you were surrounded by hot ladies to try to get to know better in much more fun ways too.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

There was nothing quite like getting a bashful girl to giggle. It was the kind of thing that warmed the heart and the sheets if played correctly. It seemed as though Cotton was quite aware of the way he intended to play his cards, however, and he couldn't help but flash her a sheepish grin at the implication of just who Hazel was. Perhaps it was best to go slow with the docile cutie. If not for her own sake, then for his, given that the entire reason he ended up washing ashore was an unfortunate run-in with an elder and his descendants. It still baffled him why they were so upset. She had a great time with him!

"Don't worry about it, I like to keep an eye out for the little guy. You might not know about Humans, but I've known my fair share of Eevee over the years. Can't say any of them were quite as, ah, appealing as you are."

The poor thing seemed eager to find a friend after her ordeal, and Bryce didn't mind filling the role. Especially if it meant having a shot at filling a different sort of thing later. If the rest of the folks of Hardnut Town were half as attractive as the five he had met on the trek there, he was certainly going to need an outlet. No way he was gonna blow his load into a tissue with so many bombshells wandering around.

Something he was starkly reminded of by Hydris' interruption. It was hard to say for sure just what led her to cast such a smoky look over her shoulder, whether she was well aware of his lingering eyes or simply enjoyed boasting her physical prowess over them all. There was little enough he could do about the latter in his current state, but as for the former? He did not attempt to hide his interest in her body. If anything, he wanted her to know it.

Part of him might have found it shameful, to be attracted to a Pokémon of all things. But with how they looked, how they dressed, and how some of them talked? There was no denying that he'd take every one of them given the opportunity. Maybe he'd have the chance during the 'try out'.

"I gotta admit, it's not just Hazel here. You all are nothing like the Pokémon I know back home. Did I just luck out today? Or is Hardnut a real haven for... appealing gals?"

He left his question to linger in the general sense, figuring someone would want to answer it. It was as good a question as any he could think up, and maybe it'd shine some light on what he could expect going forward.

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Appealing?" Hazel repeats your compliment, her arms squeezing together more in reflexive bashfulness. "I'm not that appealing..." You have to disagree, especially with how her arms press her lovely breasts together as they are now. Courtesy of her soaked through shirt you can see her two full tits press together as her shoulders close in, almost popping up out of her bra entirely. The slight jiggle that comes with each step she takes shows how the valley of her breasts parts open with the right bounce, inviting all sorts of imaginings of what it might be like to burry your cock deep within her tits. The fact that these tits came with a shapely, plump and all around fluffy body made things even better... and that this body belonged to someone so adorably cute. If she was getting this flustered from just a few offhand compliments, you wondered just what she'd be like when pressed beneath you and rutted into some bedsheets.

Are you just imagining things, or does Hydris slow down a little so you can get a better look at her ass? Not that its anything worth complaining about. If Hazel's body was a haven for soft, adorable and plump sensations, then Hydris had an undeniably intoxicating power and ferocity to her. And there was something about her that was just really fucking hot. Despite her bitchy attitude... or possibly even because of it, it was almost impossible to stop thinking about how good fucking her must feel whenever you look at her. Someone like Hydris probably enjoys the attention. You wouldn't be surprised if she expects every guy in town to want to fuck her. You also wouldn't be surprised if she was right.

Your next, more open compliment, gets a bit of a reaction out of everyone. The trio ahead all glance back at you with varying degrees of surprise and intrigue. Cotton, for her part, places her palm on her face and shakes her head. "What a guy I rescued, huh?" she murmurs, shooting you a wry smile with a roll of her eyes.

Vix snickers into her hands as she looks back at you. "The new guy's quite forward, isn't he?"

The Lycanroc offers little more than a quiet "Hmmph." as she looks you over before continuing to walk ahead.

Hydris lets out a more hearty chuckle, waving a hand in the air dismissively. "Sounds to me like he's had to put up with ugly sluts back home all this time." She slowls her pace and then turns around, closing the gap between the you and her Amazonian body. "Now he's finally hanging around real women and he doesn't know what to do with himself. Isn't that right, Bryce?"

She savours your name once again as she says it... this time there's a very different tone to it that sends an excited shiver up your spine. She leans in close to you and you feel one of her clawed fingers tap at your chin, gently tilting it to the side. "You can ogle all you like, and keep the compliments coming, but try not to cream your pants before we reach town. It'd make a bad first impression. I know that might be hard for you, but do you think you can manage that for me, big boy?" She licks her snout before turning and walking ahead once more, quickly returning to the previous distance between the two of you, though her seductive sway was still very present in her step and she would occasionally glance back to see how you were fairing with the show.

You almost didn't notice Hazel move closer to you when Hydris first approached, but the feel of her bust softly pressing against your arm as she leaned in against you wasn't something you could ever ignore. She seemed tense, but relaxed a little once Hydris returned to walking ahead. "D-don't let her get to you, Bryce..." she murmurs out "She's just trying to mess with you."

Clearly Hazel had interpreted Hydris' words as a bad thing and one of her attempts at throwing her weight around. While the latter part of that might be true, it was entirely up to you as to whether or not you felt it was 'bad' as well. After all, Hydris basically just gave you carte blanche to check her out and flirt with her as much as you wanted to. It may have been a power play, but also possibly one you suspect you'll enjoy playing along with.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

How in the world did the males in Hardnut Town get anything done? Perhaps were there no males; though Cotton had dashed that dream with the mention of the elder being Hazel's father. Were he only so lucky to meet an older, more experienced version of the plump Eevee to his side. Maybe there were males but they weren't as overcome with lust as humans? He had never known Pokémon to rut incessantly outside their particular seasons. Of course, the fact the five he had known so far dressed like fertility idols certainly dispelled the idea that they didn't have libido all their own.

And the fact Hydris seemed more to be very receptive to his little showings of boldness. Bryce could do little more than roll his tongue along his teeth as the big, bold Amazon came stomping over his way, her toothy maw full of bratty words. He wanted to say something in response. A lot of somethings.

"Oh, I know exactly what I want to do about it."

It was a real mercy that he managed to cut himself off before going further. He hadn't even reached Hardnut Town yet, and he was in the common of its leader's daughter. So he clamped down on the thoughts of just what he wanted to do with Hydris as much as he could. As best he could. Nobody could be blamed for not being able to entirely banish the thought of throwing the big, mouthy bitch on her back and putting her in her place.

When she parted from him, he breathed a sigh of relief. A short-lived sigh, of course, as no sooner than she stomped back to the front of their column did she hit him with another comment. It took all his effort not just drop trough right there and mount her big, bouncy ass in front of everyone, and show her just where he intended to leave his cream. Were he less liable to end up on the receiving end of some kind of Pokémon move, maybe he just might have.

"Hard for me? Oh, no. You've been giving me all the motivation I need to make a very good first impression on you. Keep it coming, though; I might start looking forward to the tryout if you do."

It seemed he would be receiving a show regardless of how motivated she wanted him to get. If not for the soft, plush pair of breasts pressing into his arm, he might have continued to watch the hypnotic sway of her hips that she seemed so proud of. But sweet little Hazel deserved some attention too, and he flashed her a reassuring smile before lowering his voice.

"Mess with me? Sounds to me that she likes me. Didn't I tell you I was good at fast-talking?" The breeder let his arm brush against her bust for emphasis, "I've already got you clinging to my side, after all. How much longer before big ol' Hydris is doing the same?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

As you call attention to how she clings to your arm, Hazel looks down wide eyed and still like a deer caught in headlights. The gears in her mind begin to turn once again and she pulls away, clasping her hands together by her hips as she turns to face away from you. You can still see the corner of a smile on her lips from this angle however, and a tell tale giggle at your words lets you know she's more amused than upset by your comment. After a few moments she's able to recompose herself to look at you once more, and though she's not clinging to your arm again she keeps the closed distance between the two of you as you walk together.

"I like you, Bryce." she says, giggling a little more forwardly now. "Not a lot of men in Hardnut town are as funny as you. I think most of them are bit afraid of talking to me, actually... so its really nice that you're not." Her voice gets a little quieter as she continues. "I hope... that won't change... when..."

"Look alive, rescuees! We're here." Hydris voice calls back, suddenly ending your conversation with Hazel.

Without even realising, you had traversed the path you were on through several different stages. To be fair, with the tag team of Hazel's tits and Hydris' ass distracting you, its likely you would barely have noticed if they made you skip across hot coals at some point on this trip. The dirt path you started on grew more well formed as you reached deeper into the jungle, eventually becoming more inset into the ground and flanked by stones. Though these only reached a little higher than your ankle, they acted as a barrier between the now fully formed path and the wilderness around it.

Up ahead, though, was when civilisation properly began. Outfit wise you would estimate the Pokémon here to have a similar level of development to your own based off of the fabrics and fashion they had, even if they seemed to use much less of it than people back home did. However from the outset the village seemed to have a more tribal aesthetic to it. The entrance to the village was marked with two tall torch stands. Between them was a wooden log bridge suspended over a drop into a rushing river below. You would normally be hesitant to trust something like that so casually, however the strength of the bridge is tested immediately by Hydris striding onto it without a care in the world and there doesn't seem to be the slightest amount of give as she struts across.

Following behind, you can now see the waterfall from which the river below emerges. Its almost stunningly beautiful, the verdant green of the jungle surrounding it and the shock of blue and white of the rushing water crashing against the shimmering rocks of the cliff face ahead. With the river flowing into some kind of ravine that seems to ark its way around the area the locals use as their town, it may be possible that Hardnut village is built in or around some form of ancient caldera or similar formation.

Across the bridge you reach a wooden palisade in which a closed gate sits. Beside the gate, just behind the palisade, is a tower, though it looks empty at the moment. Wait... you see a pair of ears briefly rise over the side of the tower. And then they vanished again...

The tower has a roof to it, however the walls are open on all sides to offer anyone who stands within a vantage to look out from. However a wooden barrier offers protection reaching up to what you would imagine to be around chest height. And that seems to be enough to be obscuring the faint form you can occasionally see the top of. And if you listen carefully you can pick up on the sound of snoring. It seems like whoever was up there had fallen asleep.

Hydris notices this as well and grumbles something to herself. "Hob!" she calls out. "Open the door! Hob!" she lets out a low growl before whacking her tail against the wooden palisade with enough force that it seems to rattle both the tower and the gate. "HOB!"

That seems to do the trick, as a Sentret's face pokes up from behind the barrier on the tower. "Hmm! Oh, cripey!" he says as he snaps awake and grips the barrier's edge. "Hydris! You lot back then?"

"That we are Hob. Bringing the Elder's daughter back. And we've got a newcomer too." she gestures with her thumb over her shoulder towards you.

Hob the Sentret peers through squinted eyes over at you. "Newcomer? Oh... well aren't you a strange one. Sorry, that's a bit rude to say, not sure why I said that. The name's Hob. Welcome to Hardnut town. Where are you from then? Can't say I've ever seen a-"

"Hob! Open the bloody gate and go tell the Elder we're back!" Hydris barks once more.

Hob snaps too and gives her a salute before pulling on a rope to his side. The gate swings open as Hob disappears from his post in the tower. Before you you can see the village proper. For all the rustic stylizing in line with the wooden bridge and gate, it had a certain colourfulness to it that denoted it wasn't primitive. Perhaps naturalistic would be more appropriate. Though you suppose a society of only Pokémon might develop along a different path than humans with access to Pokémon. Natural elements of the environment tended to be incorporated into all the buildings to varying degrees. And where this wasn't possible with what was present during construction, buildings evidently had large natural features brought to them to be integrated into the design later or were designed in ways reminiscent of nature.

The terrain sloped downhill gently from the gate, and wide open paths curved their ways around the buildings and stretches of green before you, with a few going even further down to work their way around to reaching the river nearby. As you were led through the town, you seemed to attract a lot of attention, plenty of Pokémon staring at the newcomer of a species likely none of them could identity. But for the most part they went about their daily business, tending to a small but lively market. They dressed in a similar fashion to the women you've met so far. There were plenty of men, who mainly kept topless. The same couldn't be said for the women, but their outfits were just as revealing as the others making the sight before you a bounty of all shapes and sizes that could wet any appetite. You spotted a few buildings that stood out to you. It looked like by the edge of one of the cliff faces near the waterfall seemed to be an almost traditional style dojo, although it was partially obscured by trees around it making it hard to see clearly. Not far from that, and a little more visible due to its large form, was a building domed with a shell like roof reminiscent of a Squirtle shell, only far larger. A fair few treehouses were dotted about, some in trees large enough that it seems they had been hollowed out to extend the house. Occasionally you would see more wood and rope bridges connecting these, almost adding a second layer to the town entirely.

Cotton gets your attention by tugging lightly on your arm and points over towards a building with the sign of an egg hanging over it. "You should probably stop by there later to get yourself checked out. I know you seem fine, but you've had a pretty rough day all things considered so it'd be the smart thing to do."

You are led deeper into Hardnut, where you expect you'll be introduced to this Elder everyone keeps talking about. This is probably the only chance you'll have to ask any more questions before meeting Hazel's dad and deciding on what impression exactly you want to give the leader of this town and the father of one of the softest pairs of tits you've ever laid eyes on.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

A stupid grin crept its way across Bryce's face. He couldn't help it! He had only spoken to the ridiculously curvaceous Eevee girl for a few minutes and already she was giggling to herself and bashfully murmuring at him. It was clear as day she was into him even before she boldly declared that she had taken a shine to him, and the fact the village males seemed too meek to approach her only made Hazel's plight all the more endearing. If she was so very lonely, then he'd be more than willing to see her comforted through the long, dark nights. All he had to do was contend with the village's elder.

Not something he had an amazing track record with, but only through experience could one learn from their mistakes!

Perhaps he would also learn to keep his eyes off the bodacious bodies around him and more on his surroundings in the future as well. The trek to the village had been mercifully short with the bounty that was Hydris and Hazel bouncing around before him, and he was somewhat taken aback by the sight of the village itself once they crossed over. It looked every bit like a tropical paradise from one of the adventure novels of his youth! The fact it was inhabited by humanoid Pokémon made it a smidge different from the ones he remembered. But as far as he was concerned, beautiful natives were beautiful natives, regardless of how much fuzz they had on their bodies.

For that reason, he did his best to give off a good impression to the village folk as their company marched through the streets of Hardnut, his shoulders squared and confidence in his gait. He didn't feel even half as good as he tried to look, but that was to be expected after a hard day of drowning in the sea. He could only hope to keep up an appearance to the contrary. Especially given who it seemed he was about to meet.

As they came to a slow nearer the center of town, Bryce gently nudged Cotton with his elbow to get her attention. She had proven to be one of the more helpful of their company, and given it was her father he hoped to prepare for, he couldn't very well depend on Hazel for accurate information.

"So, about this elder. Is he the big, mean stoic type? The sort that glares at you for even talking to his little girl? Hazel certainly isn't hurting for company because of her looks or personality."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Careful there, lover boy. I didn't go saving your life just for you to throw it away so quickly." Cotton is quick to reply when you get her attention. Though she initially rolls her eyes with a bit of a comical huff, her expression is soon replaced with a cheeky grin. Though she may be exaggerating the danger to tease you a bit, you get the sense it isn't an utterly unfounded warning. Fortunately you aren't left to guess and she does expand on the topic of Hazel's farther on her own.

"Yeah, that'd some him up pretty well. Grumpy, stoic and very, very big. You're right, Hazel would probably be swamped by the men of the town were it not for the risk that the Elder would rip the arms off of any suitors who had anything less than pure intentions. Which... would be just about all of them. And its not all bluster either. Before he was Elder, Xenarth Hardnut was a Rescuemon. In fact, he was the leader of the very best Rescue Team on the Island, possibly the whole archipelago."

She sounds genuinely in awe as she starts to go into his past accomplishments. You get the sense that Cotton really looks up to this man. Although you find yourself a bit hung up on the risk that me might 'rip your arms off'. That was probably a joke... probably.

"He didn't need to, mind you. The eldest Hardnut has almost always been the Elder since the family founded this town. But he felt it was important to stick to the roots of that tradition, that the Elder should have earned their respect by protecting the town and its people. And he was good at it too. There were many more rescue teams back then, too, so it was quite the accomplishment to be the very best... not like now, where things have been too peaceful to justify that many of them. I think people have forgotten the reason why we've been able to enjoy the peace we do now."

Now her tone sounds almost wistful and deeply contemplative. You get the sense that there's quite a lot of history there to unpack, though you're not sure how much will help with you getting into Hazel's panties without having your arms... or worse... ripped off by her father.

As if sensing your concern, Cotton returns her description of the man back to the matter at hand. "He's a good man really, despite how grumpy and lazy he can seem nowadays. Just... maybe don't hit on his daughter in front of him until you've gotten firmly on his good side." She pauses, thinking for a moment. She gives you a quick look over and then frowns as she adds "Or... Arceus forbid... his wife. I normally wouldn't think that needs to be said, but given the first thing you did after arriving on our shore was hit on every woman around you I felt it might be worth noting that hitting on his wife is a very bad idea. Understood?"

Whatever your answer, and however genuine it is, you soon find yourself led to your destination. You past through what seems to be the center of town - only instead of finding the densest collection of buildings, the area around you actually seemed to grow sparser with construction and the jungle seemed to return. Paths remained, leaving your movement unhindered, leaving you to feel like you were in some kind of exotic garden. What few structures were around reminded you of shrines in their design. Various stones and statues seemed to be placed in areas that added a serene element to the atmosphere. Even the breeze seemed to be gentler here and the both the hubbub of the town and the rush of the waterfall fell away into a gentle background hum.

Up ahead you saw a larger building than the others, set upon a small island at the center of a lake. At its entrance you recognised Hob, the Sentret from before, who seemed to be speaking to the man you must assume to be the Elder. In quite a shocking contrast to his small but lovably plush daughter, Xenarth was a large, intimidating Slaking. He idly chewed some grass reeds between his teeth as he listened to what Hob had to say while reclining in a cushioned palanquin. Various Pokémon attendants had set him down on the mainland side of the bridge that led to presumably his home and his gaze notices you and your group approaching, his eyes quickly panning across the lot of you. He gives a quick scolding glance in Hazel's direction, but his eyes are quickly taken in by you standing beside her. Worry that he is somehow already aware of your intentions passes once you notice his gaze is of scrutiny rather than anger, no doubt trying to discern what manner of Pokémon you are, much like everyone else has been so far. Although there seems to be something deeper there as well, a hint of concern in his eyes. Possibly... recognition?

Though your own gaze, being the warm blooded man that you are, can't keep itself away from the beauty you spot by his side. And after all, why should you? A gorgeous, curvaceous, eye catching woman like that deserved all the attention you could give her. Suddenly everything about Hazel made a lot more sense as you spy what must be her mother, a Vaporeon - and a shiny one at that. She dressed in a kimono, one that would look almost traditional were it not so revealing, and unlike her husband who kept near stoic at the sight of your approach, she rushes over as soon as she sees her daughter with you.

"Hazel! Thank Arceus you're safe! What have we told you about leaving the town on your own?" she says, rushing past Hydris before she had a chance to speak to the frantic mother.

"Uh- Yeah, we made sure to go fetch her as soon as we noticed she left on her own." Hydris gets out quickly, though the Vaporeon ignores her to go dote on her daughter.

The curvy mother rushes to your side to pull Hazel into a hug, franticly checking her over and running her fingers through her fur.

"Mom! Mom! I'm okay!" Hazel says. "Really! Cotton and Bryce were looking out for me."

"Bryce?" the Vaporeon pauses, before looking over to you. "Ah, Hob said something about a newcomer." She smiles warmly at you and bows - giving you a delightful peek down the opening of her kimono. "My name is Sylvia. It is an honour to welcome you to Hardnut."

Shiny Vaporeon (Sylvia)

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[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It didn't surprise Bryce that he was spot on in his assessment of Hazel's family. Were she a human girl, there'd be no end to the boys lining up to try and get her out of her tight little top, himself among them. It didn't even seem to matter much that she wasn't a human. The Pokémon of Hardnut Town appeared to mimic their human counterparts disconcertingly well. Part of him wondered whether or not it was even truly fair to consider them Pokémon. It certainly helped him reconcile with his desire to leave the majority of the ones he had met panting on his sheets and leaking his cum, at least, but the ethics were questionable at best.

Not that he had ever particularly cared for ethics, granted. At the mention of the elder's wife and a very implicit request to leave her alone, he could only flash a daring smile in return.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't try to screw someone else's wife. I'll keep my hands to myself, but I can't be blamed for appreciating a beautiful woman. Especially one who doesn't make her beauty scarce."

He made his meaning known with a glance towards Cotton's skimpy outfit. Could he be blamed for ogling when everyone and their mother were so obscenely stacked and squeezed into such revealing clothing? It was unfair to demand he keep his eyes to himself! But it seemed his trial would only grow more troublesome as they made their way deep enough into Hardnut Town to finally come face-to-face with the mythical elder that Cotton seemed to look up to so much.

The sight of the hulking elder lounging about certainly made some things click in Bryce's mind. It stood to reason that Xenarth had grown lazy in his old age if the inhabitants of town went down the evolutionary paths of their species; Slaking was among the most sedentary Pokémon in existence. The prime of his life that Cotton described was likely when he was a Vigoroth if that was the case. A small mercy to him that Xenarth had evolved long before his arrival. Vigoroth possessed a far less forgiving temperament than its final stage.

The way the elder seemed to linger on him was a little disconcerting. Most everyone had gawked at the sight of him when he had arrived, true, but there seemed to be more to it than simple confusion. But Bryce had little time to consider the cause of that. The sudden appearance of his blushing bride forced his eyes to refocus on her, not least because she hurried her way forward to embrace her daughter. Watching her ample figure jiggle in the revealing kimono she wore, he couldn't help but wonder whether ending up on the receiving end of a Hyper Beam wedding to Hazel was such a bad thing. She certainly shared her mother's charm, and if their life together would see him regularly rutting against such a gorgeous woman night after night, well, perhaps he didn't need to go to Unova after all...

Her words snapped him out of his fantasy, and he did his level best not to leer down her robes as she did so. She had to know she was doing it! She had to! There was no conceivable way all of them didn't know they were tempting him!

"A-Ah, well, thank you, ma'am. It's a pleasure to be here. I'm Bryce."

He left out that the alternative to being 'here' was being 'dead' for the sake of politeness. No need to go guilting them into showing him their hospitality. Well, no need yet. He was going to need to blow a load at some point or he'd shed the seams of his pants entirely with how many bombshells seemed to wander around Hardnut.

"Pleasure though it is, I didn't exactly mean to end up here. Would it be possible to talk with you and your husband once Hazel gets settled in? I'm sure she'd like to dry off. I know I do."

[Lazy Kitsune]

As your eyes moved down to take their fill of Cotton's perky breasts so tightly squeezed into her skimpy outfit, your gaze is eventually partially obstructed by Cotton's hand moving to cover her bust once she realises what you're doing. "H-hey!" she sounds surprised, and the look on her face matches. In fact, incredulous might be a better description, she seems utterly bewildered by your shameless and brazen ogling of her body. "Watch it, you!" After huffing and bristling for a few moments, she seems to simmer down a little, casting her gaze to the side as she pouts. "It's fine to find people hot, but you can't just be so obvious about checking someone out like that. Its... rude... okay?"

Hmm, so no actual issue with checking her out, just the way you were doing it. That's good to know.

Keeping such ogling habits in check however prove difficult once you find yourself drawn into a conversation with Hazel's mother. The exotically coloured vaporeon seems even more curvaceous than her daughter, with motherly curves and hint of maturity giving her a certain elegance to go along with her sexy body. Especially as she bows, you feel like if you angle your head just right you can catch a glance at where the hues of her skin grow darker, right where her areola are covered by her kimono. Though such delicious purple rings are soon replaced by bright blue ones as your eyes catch Sylvia's own peering back up at you as she lifts her head up in the middle of her bow. There's a smile to her lips... a welcoming friendliness or did she perhaps notice where your attention was being drawn to?

"Oh of course, its been so long since we've had a guest. Especially one from outside the island." Sylvia says, standing up straight once more. Her chest gives quite the delightful bounce from the motion as it settles back into place with a sway. She reaches out with one hand and squeezes your arm. "Do you have a place to stay? I'm sure we can sort out something if you're at a loss for accommodation." She turns from you back towards Xenarth. "Husband, dear." she calls over to him. "It seems the newcomer Bryce has helped keep Hazel safe. And he'd like an audience with you. Don't you think that's something we can manage easily enough?" she calls out.

It seems the Elder had been addressing Hydris and her team while you were briefly distracted by Sylvia, though the matronly vaporeon's words catches all of their attention as they look over towards you. Xenarth seems to squint, his nostrels flaring as he lets out a rumbling grunt. The silence before his first words is filled with uncertain tension.

"We thank you, traveller, for helping look out for our daughter. You have our sincere gratitude. If it is a reward you desire then I will gladly pay you a fee fitting your good deed. However, I am afraid you cannot be permitted to stay. I request that you leave Hardnut as soon as you have been given your coin."

It seems everyone was shocked by his words. Even Hydris and her team seemed surprised that you were commanded to leave the town outright with no clear reason as to why. "Husband, don't you think that's too harsh!" Sylvia says, stepping forward to plead your case. Xenarth slowly raises a hand up, calling silence to all the confused murmurings that questioned his decision.

"Here in Hardnut, we exist in a state of balance both with nature and ourselves. We are able to live in the peace that we do because we are all able to use our natural gifts to the benefit of the town and therefore for each other. All must carry out our duties. However each mon that does not support their own weight becomes a burden for the whole community. In better times we may be able to take in a guest without issue, however these are not such times."

"But father-" Hazel is cut off after stepping forward as well as Xenarth waves his hand dismissively.

"I do not wish to be rude, traveller. You have shown my family kindness and I would prefer to show you the same. But I must rule in the best interests of the town. And if I am not mistaken, you would be unable to pull your weight the same way anyone else here can."

The murmuring returns. Clearly the others aren't sure what he means by such a statement, but with his eyes as affixed to yours as they are it all but confirms that at the very least he knows you're not a Pokémon.

"Elder." This time its Cotton who speaks up. "I... Bryce can't leave yet. I saved him from drowning just moments ago. He hasn't had time to recover. At least let him rest in town until he is fit to travel again."

Another deep grumble comes from Xenarth's throat as he muses upon Cotton's words. "...Very well." he says with a slow nod. "Bryce, you are permitted to stay until recovered from your recent ordeal. Once you are ready, however, you are to leave Hardnut. Now go, I have urgent matters I must attend to."

More mumbling among those nearby. Hazel tugs on Sylvia's arm. "Mom!" is all that she says before Sylvia starts hushing her while nodding.

"I'll talk to him, sweetie. Why don't you go show Bryce around before taking him to the hospital." she then turns to you, squeezing your arm once more. "I'm sure my husband will be more open to you speaking with him later. Please try to be a little patient. If you need anything while you're in town you can come see me."

She pulls away from you and Hazel and returns to her husband's side, leaving you with a rather baffled Cotton and Hazel. Xenarth is lifted and carried back across the bridge, but not before you catch the final grumblings of instructions to Hob.

"Begin storm preparations immediately."

"Storm preparations?" Hob asks, glancing upwards. "But there's not a cloud in the sky..."

"A storm is on its way. I'm not sure when it will arrive, but it is most definitely coming."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It was pretty clear to Bryce that the elder of Hardnut Town didn't much like him, even before he started eye-fucking his wife and daughter. But to so immediately be exiled from the town only minutes after arriving? He wanted to protest. Almost did protest. But for better or worse, it seemed the handful of Pokémon he had met since his ill-fated arrival were as outraged by the sudden declaration as he was. Whether it was because his devilish charms had already begun to get to them, or they were simply a good-natured sort, he could not say for certain. Perhaps a little bit of both.

The reasoning mattered little. Confident as he was in himself, he was no survivalist. Washing up on a bizarre, foreign island and being denied the only civilization to be found through miles of jungle was a death sentence. It seemed almost cruel to insist that someone incapable of 'pulling their own weight' to such a fate, after going so far as to acknowledge his inability to care for himself. Especially when Cotton couldn't stop herself from singing his praises, about how he had brought them into an era of peace of prosperity. But perhaps that was the point. The elder seemed to know something those under his care did not: that Bryce was no strange-looking Pokémon, but something else entirely. Which could only have meant one thing.

He had known humans before. Which meant the island had known humans.

But never in all his years had Bryce heard of the island. True, he spent much of it in the sticks, but surely a man of his proclivities would have heard of a land where the women were gorgeous, scantily clad, and excellent to cuddle, if a little unconventional. Had the contact been short-lived? Perhaps there was bad blood between the inhabitants of the island and humanity? There were a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but the elder's sudden departure shook him from his reverie. With all the earnestness he could muster in the decidedly bleak scenario he found himself in, he offered Silvia a smile of gratitude.

"Thank you in advance, for whatever you manage."

And then... he was alone. Well, as alone as he was liable to be in Hardnut Town. Something told him that if the elder was so cut up at the notion of a human staying in his town, he wouldn't much enjoy that human having free roam of the place in the interim. Still, Cotton and Hazel made good enough company.

"So... doesn't look like I'm going to be able to try out for Hydris' team. Suppose she'll be sore about that, huh?"

Humor was good at defusing tension. A shame it didn't sound half as funny as it had in his head.