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Chapter 1 - With Friends Like These

"Brine, get back here you fucker!" the Graveler cried as Brine

jumped into the river. The Floatzel being chased had just finished

pulling a small prank on the rock type and was giggling as he made

his speedy escape.

"Too easy, too easy." he sang to himself, puffing up his

flotation sac and letting the river carry him. The water was

comfortable and relaxing on the sunny summer day. The clouds were

perfectly white puffs sailing across the sky and even the grass

swaying in the wind soothed Brine to the core.

These were the types of days he loved spending playing pranks on

others who got too caught up in relaxing. What was life without a

little excitement after all.

After a sufficient distance, Brine swam to the other side and pulled

himself free of the water, shaking and sending water droplets

everywhere from his hydrophobic fur. "Now who else around here is

relaxing." Brine murmured softly, adopting a sneaky grin and

walking down a small path.

It wasn't too long before the path led to a small clearing. A

babbling brook that connected with the river he had come from ran

through here and there was plenty of shade for naps. One of the

shadows was currently occupied by someone who thought so; a Samurott

lay there, sleeping peacefully, practically a bullseye to the

Floatzel.

"Why, that helmet looks nice." Brine said softly, sneaking up. He

used Thief and snatched the helmet, setting it on his own head. It

was a tiny bit loose, but fit well enough to stay on for any activity

he decided to use it for. Brine grinned and tickled the Samurott''s

nose with a blade of grass, dashing into a bush to watch the

Pokémon's reaction.

Xander opened his eyes, suddenly feeling an urge to sneeze. He shook

it off and was about to settle back into his nap when suddenly he

realized...something wasn't right. He reached a paw up to his head,

and his eyes widened when he felt nothing but his hair. Standing up,

he looked around himself, hoping it had only fallen off, but to no

avail. Where could it have gone? He was always careful to keep it on.

Therefore, it could only mean... Xander scanned the area, and

spotted two wide blue eyes staring at him from a bush up ahead. He

gritted his teeth, pawing the ground in front of him as he prepared

to charge.

Brine popped out of the bush, smothering a giggle though he was still

grinning like an idiot. "C'mon sleepy head, today's perfect to

exercise and enjoy it! Catch me if you can!"

With that Brine was off, his deceptively short legs carrying him far

with each stride as he dashed along the brook, brushing foliage out

of his way.

Xander considered his options for a second. On the one hand, it was

just a helmet, and he was still rather tired. This Pokémon was

obviously not worth his time and effort, he should probably just

ignore it and go back to sleeping. On the other hand...it was his

helmet. Xander took off towards the Floatzel, roaring in anger at

the retreating thief.

When Brine heard the roar he let out a whoop of glee. It sounded as

if this chase would be the best one yet! He put one hand up to hold

the helmet on and lowered his head, barreling through the trees.

That was his undoing.

The next patch he ran into was completely bramble. Although his head

was protected the rest of his body was quickly wrapped in the sharp

vines and he cried out in pain and surprise, thrashing for a second

before his mind told him to stay still.

It was clear at this point that he was fully captured by the plant.

All Brine could do was turn his neck a little to see what the

Samurott would do.

The Samurott saw that he was gaining on the Floatzel fast up ahead,

which was good considering the lead it had gotten on him back there.

But then he quickly realized as he approached that the Floatzel

wasn't moving for some reason, and he wondered whether there was some

sort of trap set in place. He slowed to a walk, and cautiously

stepped forward. Xander's eyebrow raised when he finally got a

good look at the Floatzel. The latter was completely wrapped in

bramble, and was looking back at him with a pleading look in his eye.

Xander, in no mood to to sympathisize, was prepared to just leave him

there, but one thing still remained. He walked around to the front of

the Floatzel, and grabbed his helmet off the water Pokémon's head,

smiling devilishly. "That would be mine." he said.

Brine rolled his eyes at the statement, flinching as one of the

brambles slapped his face very close to his eye when the helmet was

pulled away, forcing him to close it.

"Mighty fine helmet, definitely wouldn't belong to me." he

replied, his usually jolly voice a bit tight from his current

circumstances. He wiggled a tiny bit, biting back a gasp of pain as

the bramble bit into his arms, scratching at his fins.

Considering his options and knowing how badly he was caught he turned

his one free eye to the Samurott and gave a pleading look. "Help me

out? I'm willing to do anything."

Xander smirked. "A lesser Pokémon would take advantage of such an

offer. I, however, am not...how lucky you are." he said, before

pulling out one of his swords. The Floatzel shook nervously as the

Samurott raised the sword, then swung it around faster than the

Floatzel's eye could follow. The vines were still falling to the

ground as Xander put away his sword, eyes closed and feeling quite

satisfied now that his helmet was back.

Brine whimpered without realizing it as the blade whizzed around him,

but when it was done he was able to extract himself from the brambles

and check himself over. It was just a quick check and he knew what

had happened before he even looked, but he saved that spot for last.

Finally, with everything in working order, he checked his left fin.

It was the side that had been closer to the brook and the arm he'd

used to hold the helmet on when he'd first barreled into the

brambles.

There was a tear down the middle of the fin that was sluggishly

leaking blood, but it was still better looking than he could have

hoped for. Left to struggle by himself out of the vines he would have

been forced to tear it the rest of the way. Fins were important to

Floatzels as they were what helped them swim with such speed and

accuracy. Any permanent harm to a fin would leave the Pokémon unable

to control their angle as they swam.

He stepped forward and hugged the Samurott tight, feeling a small

jump from the latter Pokémon he thought may be surprise in the

slightly larger Pokémon. "Thank you." he whispered into the blue

fur as he bit his lip, holding back tears. Then he let go and walked

to the stream, rinsing his fin and prodding it back into place. It

would heal, but he would have to resist swimming for a few weeks.

Xander was taken aback from the hug, feeling that such an act was

overly sentimental coming from the Floatzel, but he said nothing. As

soon as it was done, he mumbled "You're welcome.", then turned

and began walking back to his sleeping spot, the business between him

and the Floatzel done.

Brine took deep breaths, soaking the fin in the brook, making sure

that not much water made its way through the cut. This water was

colder than the river, probably from a mountain source, and it was

just the thing he needed to cut the dull ache that had formed around

his arm.

After a few minutes he stood up and wiped his eyes clear. Going back

home was out of the question for now, not that home was much more

than a shambled nest tucked under a bush. Brine's mind wandered a

little bit and settled on the Samurott's clearing as a good place to

bed down for awhile. There was water and plenty of berry trees

around.

Thinking of the Samurott sent a small pang of regret through the

Floatzel. Even though he had messed with the bigger male, he had

still helped. No one else he pranked would ever have done that. He

felt like he owed him something for that, especially as he was going

to be able to swim again.

Brine ignored the cold dread that had settled in his chest and slowly

made his way back to the clearing, picking a few Oran berries along

the way.

Xander heard footsteps behind him, and turned to see that the

Floatzel was following him. He felt a pang of annoyance go through

him, thinking that the latter was probably planning to steal his

helmet again or something along that line, but when he stopped to

face him the otter continued walking and went past him, indicating

that he was only going back to the clearing. The Samurott sighed,

disappointed that he had gotten so worked up by leaping to

conclusions, and continued his way back, he and the otter now side by

side. "I take it you live in the clearing as well?" Xander

asked, attempting conversation.

Brine turned slightly and gave a slightly forced smile. The Samurott

obviously didn't trust him. It was the same with everybody else who

knew him, but it hurt more this time. Brine thought it may have been

because the larger water type had actually helped him.

"If it isn't claimed, I'll live there for now." Brine replied,

eyes darting the the brook for a second, then back. "Do you live

there?"

He offered a berry up to the larger Pokémon as a type of peace

offering.

Xander took the berry despite not really being in the mood for one,

and bit it into it. The sweet juice ran down his tongue, and he

shuddered. This one had been rather ripe.

"Yes, I've been there for about nine days now. Probably going to

leave pretty soon." Xander said. Then he noticed the multiple cuts

and scratches on the Floatzel, and paused. "Are you alright?" he

said, running his eyes up and down the otter's body.

Brine covered his left fin and nodded, looking away. "Yeah, I'm

fine." he replied, voice softer than anything else he'd said around

the Samurott.

Xander nodded. "It was rather reckless to run into that bramble. It

stood out very clearly from the brush, I don't see how anyone paying

attention could have not avoided it." he said, sounding almost smug

in his words.

Brine quickly wiped his nose while the Samurott was too busy gloating

to notice. "Yeah, I barreled in head first." he admitted in a

neutral voice. Truthfully he'd barreled in arm first, but he was

against drawing attention to his wounds. The Samurott acted sort of

nice now but if he knew that Brine couldn't get away...things might

change.

Brine shifted the berries he held to make it reasonable for his fin

to be out of view and took one to eat himself. The sweet juices

satisfied his hunger pangs and helped to ease the coldness that had

settled in his chest.

Xander noticed the sudden change in the Floatzel's attitude, and saw

him move his arm out of his view. He raised a brow, and then quickly

walked to the other side of the Floatzel, surprised at the sight of

the significant injury on the otter's fin.

"Are you sure you're alright? You can still swim can't you?"

Xander asked.

Brine cursed himself mentally. His actions had only drawn attention

to the wound. He calmed down that anxiety and turned to the Samurott,

eyes a bit sharper than before, ready for any hostile move.

"No..." he replied hesitantly. "At least not for now. It'll

take a few weeks to heal, so I can't swim till then." Even though

his voice was hesitant and he wanted to turn away, he kept his eyes

on the Samurott.

Xander studied the wound. "This shouldn't take that long to

heal...but until then, you're free to stay with me for shelter if you

prefer." Xander didn't know why he offered the Floatzel such an

option, since he usually wasn't this open about sharing his space

with others, but the latter seemed harmless enough. Even his

suspicious glare came off as cute to the Samurott.

Brine was genuinely surprised and confused by the offer, though it

definitely left him feeling warmer than he had before. He looked the

Samurott in the eyes and didn't see any ill will so he nodded. "That

sounds...quite nice, actually. I'm Brine." He held his good arm out

for a handshake.

Xander was on all fours, but when the handshake was offered, he stood

up on his hind legs, standing a foot taller than the Floatzel. He

shook the otter's hand, giving him a quick nod and saying "I am

Xander."

Brine's eyes darted across Xander's body really quick, leaving him

with a slight blush on his face. "Pleasure to meet you." he got

out, almost tripping on his words.

Xander noticed the Floatzel's expression, and he couldn't help but

smile at his reaction to his form. It made him feel like all his

training and hard work had paid off, along with feeling rather

dominant. "You as well." he said.

Brine nodded, his eyes slowly sliding to Xander's chest and then his

abdominal muscles. All the tight muscle there was amazing looking and

he was tempted to reach out and rub a paw over it.

Xander caught a glance of desire in the Floatzel's eyes, and his

smile became a full blown grin. He noticed a slight twitch of Brine's

hand, like the latter had wanted to reach up. "Go ahead."

Xander said. "I don't mind."

Brine started and blushed harder at being caught. With a nod, he set

the berries down and stepped forward, lifting both of his paws to rub

against the muscles. "I've never seen a Pokémon with muscles like

this except on fighting types." he said, leaning forward and

nuzzling into the Samurott's belly and chest fur, breathing a happy

sigh into the male. His blush was only getting worse as he continued

his actions, almost worshipping the male before him.

Xander shuddered at the unexpected dig into his stomach, thought it

wasn't because it felt bad. It was because it felt so good, as the

Floatzel warmed his underside. He brought his paws down and pushed

the Floatzel into himself further, loving the feel of the other

otter's muzzle digging into his fur. "I've trained with a few

fighters before." Xander said.

"Iff owes." Brine said into the muscles he was nuzzling, trying

to say 'it shows'. His arms rubbed in circles on the larger male's

body and he tentatively stuck his tongue out, licking at the hard

muscles. Xander now filled all of his senses and Brine didn't want to

pull back, snuggling in tight.

The feeling of a warm tongue crossing over his pecs made Xander

flinch from the unexpected pleasure that brought him. He couldn't

help but wonder if it would feel better on someplace much

more...sensitive. Xander lowered his head down to put his mouth

right next to Brine's ear, and he paused. He had been about to ask

the other Pokemon something, but now he realized that he could

probably return the favor in a way. Instead, he nibbled on the

Floatzel's ear, digging his tongue inside every now and again.

Brine's eyelids fluttered and he couldn't help a soft moan escaping

his lips. He shivered and basically drooled against Xander's muscles,

his licks becoming long and trailing, tracing between the pecs and

abs. He slowly lowered his arms until his paws rubbed tenderly at the

top of the Samurott's waist.

Xander's hips thrust forward instinctually, and he held in a giggle

as the otter's small claws dug into his front. "Don't touch me

there, it tickles." he said, clenching his stomach inward.

Brine nodded, though his mind was on something else. Xander's thrust

had pushed a sheath and balls against his stomach and now he wanted

nothing more than to get another feel of that package. Continuing

with his licking, he added in a small nibble against the skin as he

pushed his hands down, gently feeling the large otter's package.

A gasp escaped Xander as the Floatzel ran his paws over his blue

scrotum. He had never been touched by a male like that before. Heck,

no female he had met before had done this to him, but it felt like

heaven. He gritted his teeth, holding in a moan at the soft paws, and

he thrust forward again.

Brine groaned in pleasure as the package was thrust against him

again. Hand moved slowly, tenderly feeling every inch of the balls,

fingers tracing its shape slowly until they reached the sheath. His

actions were almost reverent as he slid his hands up, then into the

sheath ever so slowly.

"Oh yes." he whispered into Xander's body, leaning completely on

the male. All of his senses were focused exclusively on the male,

even the sun on his back far away and unimportant.

Xander wiggled his hips a bit, trying to not thrust again as he

breathed heavily. Then he felt Brine's paws brush over his sheath,

and let out a small "Saaam." in pleasure. The feeling of

something entering his sheath made him stop however, and he looked

down, nervous, but also slightly curious at the feeling. The sight of

his sheath being fondled lovingly by Brine made Xander smile, and he

closed his eyes in appreciation.

The Floatzel breathed in deeply the musk of the male in front of him.

He just couldn't help himself as he slowly slid his right hand down

the sheath, rubbing gently and then slowly feeling at Xander's cock

hidden inside.

"Oh my." he whispered, his left paw sliding carefully over the

blue furred balls again.

Xander grunted, gritting his teeth and scrunching his eyes tight as

Brine rubbed the tip of his penis. He couldn't hold it back anymore,

and he let the warmth of pleasure wash over him, and he started to

become erect. The Floatzel's paws were forced out as his penis pushed

its way out of his sheath. Xander took his helmet off, tossed it

aside, and looked down at his exposed pride, waiting to see the other

otter's reaction.

Brine stared, drool coming from the corner of his muth and running

down the side of his neck. He sunk to his knees, hand running gently

up and down Xander's shaft and the other on his balls.

"Oh Arceus above." he slurred as he pressed his nose into the

base of the large cock and taking a deep breath of musk. He kissed

gently there, nibbling at the sheath as gently as he could. With a

small amount of hesitation Brine stuck his tongue out and licked

Xander's cock like he had with his muscles. "Zeeelllll..." he

moaned out, body almost collapsing from the taste. His own cock was

now out and fully hard, drooling and twitching without even a touch

from Brine's hands, which were too busy working on the Samurott cock.

Xander bowed his legs and hunched forward over the Floatzel, loving

the attention he was getting. It wasn't everyday that he had a ready

and willing Pokémon ready to service him; heck, he hadn't even known

he had wanted one. A shudder ran through him as Brine licked his

cock, and he thrust it forward onto the latter's lips, wanting that

again. The feel of his balls rubbing against the orange fur also

added to the pleasure.

Brine pressed himself forward fully, wrapping his hand around the

balls and massaging them as he licked more of the Samurott's shaft.

He felt light headed from breathing in the musk and lapped the shaft

eagerly after the thrust. His lips treated the skin when he had to

withdraw his tongue and soon he had Xander slick with his saliva.

Xander let out a breath he hadn't even known he had been holding. His

cock was quivering, wanting more of the mouth that treated it so

well, and his balls were churning as they were massaged by Brine's

expert hands. The Samurott leaned down and kissed the Floatzel's

head, blushing at this show of affection, as he normally wasn't so

loving.

"Have you done this before?" he asked.

Brine blushed and looked up. He smiled and shook his head no, his

chin rubbing the tip of Xander's cock. "Just my own, never

another's." he replied, licking the tip while still looking up,

eyes cute.

Xander was surprised to hear this, and felt a small bit of jealousy

go through him. "You can't be that flexible." he huffed, but he

couldn't stay even a little upset at the sight of those soft blue

eyes staring up at him.

Brine smiled, "I could show you." he replied, lapping at the tip

of Xander's cock with his cute eyes focused on the other male's face.

Xander grinned. After a moments hesitation, he pulled back and sat

his rump on the ground, his dick flopping in the air.

"Do it, and you can live me for as long as you want." Xander

said, looking serious.

Brine couldn't help but grin at that, nodding his head eagerly.

"Deal." He couldn't help but take another moment to admire his

soon to be living-mate and drool over all the naughty things that

might happen.

Taking a breath, he lay down on his back, then curled his legs and

hips up over himself in a flexible move that belied his stocky

looking shape. In moments his hips were over his face and his tongue

was lapping at his cock as he wrapped his lips around the head.

"Beh-eve mh ow?" he asked around his own cock.

Xander's mouth dropped open, in awe at what he was seeing. "Oh hell

yes, I believe you." Xander said, reaching a paw down to stroke his

cock. Then he grinned again; he was doing that a lot lately. "How

far down can you go?"

"Ahl te way." Brine replied, moaning as he watched Xander stroke

himself. He shifted a little and slid his hips lower, taking his cock

to the back of his throat and swirling his tongue around it. His

balls rested on his nose, causing him have to lift up every few

seconds for breath until he was fucking his own mouth and throat.

"Fuck." Xander said, impressed by the Floatzel's show of

flexibility. He normally wasn't one to swear, but then, he also

normally wasn't prone to watching a cute Pokémon pleasure themselves

in front of him. "Does it taste bad?" Xander asked curiously.

"Your semen, I mean?"

Brine locked his lips tight and pulled up, letting his cock slide out

with a wet slurp and then a pop when the tip escaped his lips. "I

prefer the sweeter berries, so it's usually sweet too." he filled

Xander in, moaning softly. His eyes were still locked on the other

male as he gripped his cock, stroking while he licked the tip again

and again. A shot of pre drooled out, coated the Floatzel's cheek.

"By Arceus, how are you taking that?" Xander said, lip quivering

in desire as he locked eyes with the other otter. He scooted forward,

which admittedly was a bit childish of him, but what he was seeing

was far from childish. He leaned his head forward, watching from as

close a view point as he dared, until his eyes were only a few inches

away from Brine's, the latter's cock even closer.

"You just have to relax your throat a bit. Then if you swallow, it

feels really good." Brine said, smiling as he reached up with his

free paw, tracing Xander's jaw line and sighing with delight as he

kissed the tip of his cock again.

Xander nearly pulled back at the unexpected touch, but quickly grew

to like the affection coming from the Floatzel. "I normally only

ask this on fighting techniques, but you have to teach me how to do

this." the Samurott said. "Not now though, later, when we find

somewhere more...private." He smiled and whispered into Brine's

ear. "I can show you a few tricks myself."

A shiver raced down Brine's spin, more pre dripping onto his face as

he gasped. The blush that had been plaguing him was now a deep red

but he didn't care. He was just immursed in everything that Xander

did. "I'll try my best." he said softly, before pushing his cock

back into his mouth so he didn't have to talk.

With Xander as close as he was and everything that had happened,

Brine's cock started twitching. The Floatzel barely noticed what was

happening as he was focused by the Samurott's dark pupils, until a

large shot of cum filled his mouth. He tried to swallow but coughed

instead, his body unfolding and his shooting cock popping free of his

mouth. He coughed hard as his cock shot, coating his front and

getting a bit on Xander as well.

Xander was equally as shocked as Brine when the latter came

unexpectedly. Some of the cum was sent his way when Brine popped off

his cock, landing on his blue fur and feeling warm compared to the

cool air of the forest. Xander looked with more than a bit of disgust

at the white stains, wondering how anyone would want to taste that at

all. He shot a look at the Floatzel, who was grinning at him in

satisfaction.

Brine licked his lips and curled up a little, eyes starting to drift

closed. "Sorry bout that, want me to clean it up for you?" he

asked, voice getting a bit lighter as he talked.

"Uh..." Xander said, looking down at the white spots on his fur

again. Asking someone to lick that up wasn't anything he would ask of

anyo-

WHUMP

Xander looked up at the sound of something falling, and he rolled his

eyes at the sight of the Floatzel sleeping heartily on the ground,

mouth open and still stained with cum. Great, now here he was,

covered in another Pokémon's spunk and with a unsatisfied dick. The

Samurott looked around, then tried to bend down to do what Brine did,

but quickly found that body just wasn't cooperating enough to do

that. Disappointed, he stood up, resigning himself to being horny.

Xander scooped up the Floatzel and placed him on his back, ignoring

the snores coming from the otter. He was about to leave, when he

suddenly remembered to grab his helmet. He looked down at it for a

second and smiled, knowing that it was because of this that the two

had met.