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He probably should have suspected that something was up from the first moment Chesnaught requested to sleep in the tent with him.

Their usual arrangement had worked for a long time - him in the tent, the Pokémon sleeping out in the open. It wasn't a forced decision - Chesnaught liked being outside and seemed to prefer it, so it seemed to work out fine. They'd been doing it that way for three years now without incident, minus the occasional time where he didn't set up the tent at all and slept out in the open himself. So there hadn't been any sign that he would want a change this time, until he came right out and asked.

Apart from contentment with their current arrangement, there was a practical limitation - the bulky spiked armor wasn't going to fit well inside, if it could even be gotten through the door flap. He pointed this out, at which point Chesnaught simply pulled the shell over his head and set it aside.

It was strange seeing him without the armor. With it on, Chesnaught was usually bent forward a bit, and without it he seemed to stand taller, though still seeming somehow less sarge without that visible mass. It was odd seeing his back for once as well, the three rows of large spikes running down it, not nearly the size of those on the shell but enough that they looked threatening in their own right. Despite having been with him for over three years as a Chesnaught, he'd never seen the Pokémon without his armor, and the gesture was a pointed display of how serious the request was. Refusal would have hurt, and what would be the harm of letting him inside for a night?

Everything seemed normal initially. He got out of his clothes and laid down, Chesnaught next to him, docile as ever. As he started trying to sleep, Chesanught got close to him, though not right up against him, not like some of the nights where they'd been outside and slept close together for a little extra warmth. Again, it didn't seem unusual, so he thought nothing of it as he tried to drift off into slumber.

He wasn't quite sure whether he'd gotten to sleep or just gotten close, but when he opened his eyes, he could definitely make out Chesnaught's form above him. That tough body, still a fair bit larger than his own even without the bulky shell, seemed to loom over him, to what purpose he had yet to ascertain. But it didn't take long; one of the creature's hands rubbed across his body, trailing down his chest and stomach, not stopping until reaching his groin, giving his package a firm grope through his underwear. It was as blatant and unmistakable gesture as one could get, and he had no illusions about what was being proposed by the Pokémon.

He wasn't entirely sure why he didn't refuse. He'd never noticed any such inclinations from the Chesnaught before...though, to be sure, he hadn't exactly been looking for them, and Chesnaught was a reserved enough individual that he could have kept his desires hidden fairly well. As sudden and unexpected as these actions were, he would have thought that he would have resisted it, at least at first, and Chesnaught's slow progress at first may have been a sign that he expected such as well...yet, something in him kept him from doing anything of the sort, kept him laying there, waiting for more.

The Pokémon seemed to take this as a sign, and moved forward, grabbing the band on the underwear and trying to move it down. It was a bit of a long reach from his current position, and he shifted a bit, trying to get his arms down to aid in their removal - until the hand came back up and pressed on his chest, gently but firmly. For whatever reason Chesnaught wanted to do this himself, and so he relaxed and allowed it.

At this point the garment was down around his knees, and he simply used a foot to carry them down the rest of the way, discarding them near the door of the tent. During this movement he was able to catch sight of the Pokémon's own endowment, nothing like what he might have expected. It's size was impressive, though also somewhat daunting; however, it was the shape that most stood out, a pointed tip very quickly filling out to a thick shaft that only thickened further down, studded with what appeared to be spikes the whole way down. There was no question where Chesnaught wanted to use that tool, only a question of whether he would be able to handle it.

He was about to find out, as Chesnaught didn't seem to be waiting around. Those muscled legs spread his, keeping them apart and opening access to his entrance; though he wasn't fighting it, he was letting Chesnaught take control, moving him as he wanted in order to get him in the right position, and this seemed to be to the Pokémon's liking. There was only a brief moment of contact, a tentative touch of tip to hole, before he pushed in, slowly but without leniency, ensuring that every inch of progress made wasn't lost.

He'd expected discomfort, even pain, but oddly only a minimum of any unpleasant sensation touched him, that broad cock seeming to stretch him at almost the perfect rate for him to adjust, despite its considerable size. Perhaps it was a Pokémon quality, as he certainly hadn't had the same experience the last time he'd tried out something in there, but he certainly wasn't unhappy about it. The spikes that he had been worried about didn't seem to be a hazard either, feeling rather pliable as the passed into him, and leaving fascinating sensations as they ran through his ass, every one seeming to tingle individually.

The insistent effort put forth by Chesnaught meant that it wasn't too long before the Pokémon was fully embedded within him. It left him with a definite feeling of fullness, but not one that felt unpleasant or unwelcome, and he was more than willing to let the Pokémon do more. Chesnaught took his time, dragging himself out almost as slowly as he'd gone in, a show of initial caution that was appreciated, even through his burgeoning desires. The next push in was slightly faster, testing the waters more, and when the trainer failed to show any signs of displeasure, he took that as his cue to truly begin. As he began to slide in and out, thin drips of pre facilitating the passage, the sensations began to truly build up in his partner, leading him to start gripping the mat underneath them as his rear was electrified by those spikes. It brought his own erection quickly to life, despite the lack of any additional attention.

He couldn't help but let out some soft moans as he was taken, enjoying the act much more than he could have expected or imagined. The signs of his pleasure seemed to be what spurred the Pokémon to pick up his own pace; it was certain that he was as invested in his trainer's pleasure as he was his own. The pace was getting noticeably faster and harder, though never too much of each, Chesnaught seeming more at ease with a steady motion, whether cognizant of his trainer's limitations or just inclined this way. But there was a definite change in feeling deep within him, as that spike-studded dick expanded slightly, and those spikes stiffened as well, becoming less flexible and increasing their stimulation within him. He could feel them catching a bit on his hole, making it a touch more noticeable when they entered him and even more so when they pulled out.

The intense feelings were pushing him rapidly to the edge, and though he didn't want to go off too quickly, it seemed that there was little chance he could hold back very long. He clutched at Chesnaught's arms recklessly, only by chance avoiding impaling himself on the spikes on the Pokémon's arms, and with a bit of a cry he came, the sticky fluid jetting up a short ways before landing around his groin and on the mat beneath them. He couldn't avoid tensing up, eliciting a grunt from Chesnaught as he felt that passage tighten around him. His thrusts became shorter, pulling out much less as he intensified a bit more. He wasn't pulling out any of those spikes anymore, only the unadorned couple inches near the base, and the stiffness of those spikes within him had him believing that the Pokémon was nearly there as well.

And so it was, as Chesnaught gripped his trainer's body and drove the last few thrusts in as hard as he dared. With that final push, burying himself as deep as he could go, he gripped his partner tight and moaned out loudly. Within its receptacle that spiky shaft swelled up again, the spikes catching on his insides and keeping Chesnaught firmly inside him as he sent surges of his seed deep into him. It all went deeper and deeper within him, that blockade not letting anything flow back, yet another peculiar sensation as he felt it within him...and it kept up for a fair bit as well, much longer than his own.

It was somewhat of a shock when Chesanught rolled onto his side, lifting him along with and pulling him close to his rugged body. That massive rod of his still lodged within him...he didn't know how long it would be before the swell subsided and the spikes softened, but it was clearly going to take some time. Still, listening to the contented moans of the Grass-type and feeling the warmth and relaxation from his body, he found himself not really minding being kept close by for a while.

Content in the strong arms of his partner, he felt himself drifting off even with the tension of that meat inside him. His last thoughts were that Chesnaught would probably want to sleep in the tent with him a lot more often, and he was probably going to welcome that.