There was a kind of life to be found in the desert, but it wasn’t easy, and it certainly wasn’t kind.

Nobody knew that better than Ziggy. Being a helioptile and therefore able to generate energy from sunlight, food was less of an issue for him than most, but that was only one of the difficulties that came with trying to get by in the desert. The need for water, a place to sleep, and protection from sandstorms or hostile pokémon were all still things he had to deal with on a daily basis.

As deep in the desert as he was and without anyone to watch his back for him, he probably would’ve long since had his bones picked clean by mandibuzz were it not for one thing: Oasis, a cleverly-named community built surrounding its namesake. The only bastion of civilization for miles around, and one of the few places a pokémon could eke out a comfortable existence in the desert, so long as he had the money to do so.

Ziggy did not. As small and weak as he was, it was difficult to even scrape together the funds necessary to keep himself hydrated, and he’d spent more nights than not in the shelter of an alley.

The only saving grace was that lack of money prevented other, more opportunistic pokémon from taking an interest in him, as it was clear even from a passing glance that he didn’t have a coin to his name. It was a miserable existence, but considering the only other option was risking a trek through the desert and probably getting eaten on the journey to greener pastures, Ziggy endured it. 

It’d be different if he could evolve, but as fate would have it, Ziggy belonged to one of the few unlucky species that depended on evolutionary stones. Sun stones, specifically. One would imagine they’d be in abundance in the desert, but if they were, they certainly weren’t easy to find. There were a few in the market—everything was in the market, if you had the money for it—but they were well and above his price range. As was everything they sold, of course, but sun stones especially.

The hope that he might someday get his hands on one was the only thing that kept him going. Maybe he’d find one left in a position where he could snatch it without getting caught and walking away minus stone and hand. Maybe someone would be willing to give him one out of the kindness of their heart. Maybe a guardian angel would flutter down and spirit him away to a magical land. All were equally likely possibilities.

One of Ziggy’s preferred ways of killing time while waiting for one of those things to happen upon him was to hang around the bar. He never drank anything, as his money situation wouldn’t permit such a thing even if he cared for the taste, but the building offered a window so he could soak up the sun while simultaneously getting shelter from the sandstorms that occasionally rolled through the town. It was as good a place as any to be.

Especially considering the opportunities it offered. It was a bar, which meant that people got drunk. When people were drunk, there was money to be made. Pickpocketing was Ziggy’s preferred method of obtaining it.

Sometimes, though, whoever was working the bar that day found a tiny pokémon hanging around and not drinking to be suspicious and kept a close eye on him. Sometimes there was just nobody sloshed enough to serve as a good mark. In those times, Ziggy had to resort to other, older methods of generating capital—the oldest of them all. It was a method that left a bad taste in his mouth in every sense of the word.

Unfortunately, it seemed to be one of those days where nobody was interested in purchasing that particular set of skills from him. The amount of pokémon  who wanted to spend their time with someone as small and male as him was minimal at best. It was seeming more and more like he was going to have to adopt a third, even more desperate tactic for making the day’s wage.

That was, until he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind. Turning around, Ziggy was met by the sight of a heliolisk looming over him. He was eyeing him in a way that didn’t seem friendly or wary, but more appraising. It was a look that Ziggy was plenty familiar with, but felt surprised by nonetheless; it was rare that the customers came to him.

“You that helioptile that’s always hanging around here?”

Ziggy wasn’t aware of any other helioptile that hung around the bar. His kind didn’t tend to last very long in Oasis, which he felt reflected well on his ability to fend for himself—or at least eke out a base existence like a rattata living in a hole in the wall. He nodded.

“Good, good. I want a go. I don’t have any money, but...”

The heliolisk lowered a hand down his side towards a pouch strapped to his leg. He flipped it open and tugged it open wide enough for Ziggy to see what was sitting inside: a round chunk of orange material, roughly twice the size of a fist and set with a number of blunt spikes. A sun stone.

Once he’d seen Ziggy’s eyes widen at the sight of it, the heliolisk shut the pouch tight, clicking the latch closed.

“A good deal for you, I’d think. Worth far more than whatever you’re charging. Whaddya say?”

Ziggy couldn’t nod fast enough. The heliolisk grinned and moved towards the bathroom at the far end of the bar, motioning him to follow.

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“Alright, get to work,” the heliolisk said, leaning forward onto a sink while simultaneously curling his tail back and over his head to reveal the puckered ring of his asshole. 

“R-right here?” Ziggy asked, eyes wide as he stared at the heliolisk’s tailhole with growing embarrassment that was matched only by confusion at exactly what the other pokémon wanted him to do.

“Well, yeah. What, you wanted a stall? They’re cramped as hell. No way.”

“But what if someone... walks in?”

“Arceus, don’t worry about that,” the heliolisk said, exasperation building in his voice until it released in the form of a sigh. “Do you want this sun stone or not? Get your face in there.”

Face? Oh. [i]Oh.[/i] So that’s what he had in mind.

Ziggy swallowed hard. He’d been expecting to have to give a blowjob or maybe endure the other lizard using his tailhole, but he’d never expected he’d have to use his mouth on anything like that. He did really, really want that sun stone, but did he really want it enough to go this far?

Judging by his slow steps forward before he dropped down to his knees behind the heliolisk, the answer had to be yes. If it wasn’t, then Ziggy was going to have a very poor time of things, because he had already passed the point of being able to back out.

Ziggy brought his muzzle closer until it was only a few scant inches away from the heliolisk’s tailhole, then made the unfortunate mistake of breathing in through his nose. The other pokémon’s musk hit him like a punch to the jaw.

Ziggy wasn’t unfamiliar with the kind of scent a male typically had packed between his legs—after all, when you were on the bottom of the totem pole, there was typically only one tried and true way of getting what you wanted—but the smell the heliolisk had under his tail was far and away different from what he was used to. It was similar, undeniably masculine, but the bitter, earthy notes to it left no way of pretending that it was anything other than an asshole he was about to stick his nose into.

“Hey, I’m not paying you to stare at it,” the heliolisk said. “Get your mouth on it already.”

Ziggy groaned. The smell of it was burning away in his nostrils, like some invisible force warding him away from going any further. He didn’t even like giving [i]blowjobs[/i]; putting his lips on the underside of a mon’s tail wasn’t just going over the line, it was sprinting past it while screaming bloody murder. He briefly considered just refusing outright.

But he really wanted that sun stone. Besides, Ziggy had the sneaking suspicion that no matter what he did, it was going to end up happening anyway.

Gritting his teeth and holding his breath, Ziggy leaned forward, screwing his face up in a grimace and refusing to open his eyes until he felt his mouth touch down onto the heliolisk’s backside. He couldn’t bring himself to do anything more than that, but the air had started to turn stale in his lungs, so he wound up sucking yet another breath through his nose.

The regret was instant. The heliolisk’s musk was at least three times as strong when his nose was this close to the source of it, sitting so heavily in his nostrils that it felt like a physical presence inside him. Unable to hold it back any longer, Ziggy broke into a coughing fit, face still pressed against the heliolisk’s ass.

“Oh, come on,” the heliolisk said, annoyance competing with amusement for control over his voice. “It’s not that bad. Quit being such a wimp.”

Ziggy was sure that was a very easy statement to make when you weren’t the one buried up to the nose in another person’s ass. Thankfully, even as overpowering as the heliolisk’s scent was, he could feel himself starting to adjust to it somewhat. It still made his whole head feel muggy and burned in his sinuses, but at least his body wasn’t trying to reject it quite so actively.

“Still waiting to feel that tongue,” the heliolisk said, pushing his ass back against Ziggy’s face now that he was sure the helioptile wasn’t going to pull away.

Ziggy was still adamantly opposed to getting his tongue involved in things. With the heliolisk’s tailhole rubbing all over the front of his face, though, it seemed like less of a big deal than before. Still not desirable, obviously, but doable as long as he kept his eyes scrunched tight and didn’t think too hard about what he was doing.

Pursuing that strategy, Ziggy let his mouth slip open and his tongue slide free. As soon as it made contact with the heliolisk’s ass, it became impossible for him to ignore what he was doing for a second longer. The other pokémon’s flavour shot through his tongue from the slightest contact, and it was far worse tasted than it was smelled.

It had all the sweat and nastiness he’d become familiar with from blowing other males, but now with the elements particular to an asshole on top—he didn’t have the words to describe them, apart from unpleasant, but that was sure to change as he became intimately familiar with them over the next few minutes. Worse still was that, unlike blowjobs where the other ‘mon could take control and get things over with faster, he had to actively will his tongue to lick against the heliolisk’s asshole.

“Yeah, that’s it,” the heliolisk said, draping his tail down over the back of Ziggy’s head to press the smaller ‘mon’s mouth even more forcefully against his asshole.”Get right in there, boy!”

Not having much of a choice, Ziggy did as he was told. He kept dragging his tongue across the heliolisk’s asshole at a steady pace that he felt was more than sufficient, but clearly, consensus hadn’t been reached on that issue. Despite Ziggy’s efforts, the heliolisk was only pushing with even more force on the back of his head until his face hurt from just how hard the bigger lizard’s ass was grinding against it.

It was clear that the heliolisk was wanting something more than he was getting. As much as it galled Ziggy, it seemed he was going to have no choice but to provide it. Before the pressure increased enough that breathing would become an issue, Ziggy braced himself and pushed his tongue forward, letting it slip past the slick ring of the heliolisk’s tailhole and into his ass proper.

The heliolisk let out a sigh of pleasure, easing the pressure of his tail off the back of Ziggy’s head slightly, then entirely when it became clear he wasn’t going to stop. It wasn’t a poor performance, either; the heliolisk’s cocks had slipped free from his slit, and were drooling precum onto the floor in a pair of thick drizzles.

“Y’know, this isn’t the worst rimjob I’ve ever gotten,” the heliolisk said, reaching down between his thighs and wrapping a hand around his dicks. “Wouldja be interested in doing this again in the future, just for fun?”

It was difficult to understand Ziggy’s words with his tongue buried up to the root in the heliolisk’s asshole, but the general tone of them combined with the shake of his head spelled his point out clearly enough.

“What a shame,” the heliolisk said, squeezing his cocks together. A shudder ran up his spine, and the streams of pre drooling out of him thickened enough to form two fat droplets that smacked audibly against the tile.

The feeling of the helioptile’s tongue squirming around inside him felt good, reluctant as his motions might’ve been, but even the best rimjob in the world wouldn’t be enough to push him over the edge. The heliolisk needed stimulation that was a bit more direct if he wanted to achieve a release and not just spend an hour with Ziggy’s tongue wriggling around under his tail—as tempting as that idea might’ve been.

He spun around, yanking Ziggy’s tongue free from his tailhole in the process. While the smallfry was still wide-eyed with surprise and wheeling to maintain his balance after the sudden movement, the heliolisk leaned down and grabbed him from under the arms, hoisting him up into the air.

The heliolisk’s eyes moved lower, tracing the curves of Ziggy’s body from his neck down to where his tail emerged from between his legs. Only one paying very attention would be able to notice the slight crease in the scales there, a horizontal slit lying just between his thighs. There was no activity down there, as expected, considering Ziggy hadn’t been enjoying what was going on nearly as much as the heliolisk had.

Which was exactly how the heliolisk wanted it. He was going to need ample room to fit inside, after all, and he didn’t want the little guy’s own equipment taking up any more space than was absolutely necessary.

The heliolisk shifted his grip on Ziggy to one hand and reached down between his legs with the other, grabbing a hold of one of his dicks. Then, he started lowering Ziggy down, aligning its tip with the smaller pokémon’s slit. With the shock having worn off, it didn’t take Ziggy long to catch on to what was going on, and he didn’t like it one bit.

“W-wait,” Ziggy said, planting his hands on the heliolisk’s chest. “I didn’t—”

“If you have any intention of getting your hands on that sun stone, you’ll shut up and take it.”

Before Ziggy could offer another word in protest, the heliolisk finally reached his goal. The head of his cock pressed against the indent of Ziggy’s slit, and slathered with pre as it was, it hardly took any pressure at all for it to push inside.

The slight taper of it meant it slid in easily—but that didn’t mean it was easy for Ziggy to endure. His sexual experience was limited solely to masturbation and the handful of times he’d been forced to suck off bigger pokémon for favours. Having his slit used in such a way hadn’t even been on his mental list of possibilities. Now that it was happening, it was overwhelming in intensity, clusters of nerves that had never been stimulated before suddenly firing off in full force.

While the sharp gasp that tore through his throat and his increasingly frenzied squirming made Ziggy’s discomfort quite clear, the heliolisk didn’t slow down for a second. The feelings of the helioptile were the least of his concerns, a footnote at best. The rimjob had gotten his blood boiling, and now his sole goal was getting off.

Thankfully, Ziggy had a natural stretchiness that made him ideal for the task, regardless of his feelings about performing it. The heliolisk shifted his hands to Ziggy’s shoulders, a grip all the better to continue forcing him down onto the one of his cocks while the other slid up and rubbed along his stomach.

It took a few seconds for Ziggy’s chest to unlock itself and allow the breath trapped inside to emerge in the form of a scream. If someone had asked him how having his slit used in such a way would feel beforehand, he certainly wouldn’t have imagined anything good, but it still somehow managed to surpass all his expectations in feeling completely and utterly terrible. The stretching alone would be painful enough, but on top of that, he had to deal with the overstimulation that came with such a sensitive area being given attention for the first time.

He’d say it felt like a live wire had been shoved between his legs, but given that he was an electric type, that probably would’ve been more tolerable than what he was experiencing. So he settled for describing it with a single word that, while less poetic, still summed up the situation quite effectively: bad.

The heliolisk shoved him down even further, and Ziggy was at once put at ease and plunged into even sharper pain by the feeling of the heliolisk’s groin touching against his. It meant that there was no more dick left to cram into him, but at the same time, he was packed so full that he could feel his own flaccid member being crammed deep into his body.

The heliolisk stayed there for only a second before pulling back and slamming himself forward again in a second thrust. A pulse rolled through the heliolisk’s pair of dicks, and Ziggy could feel a spurt of precum shooting deep inside him, splattering across the head of his own cock while an identical stream drooled across the surface of his belly.

Ziggy screamed again. None of the bar patrons came to investigate, of course. It was just a given that those sorts of things happened, and there was an unspoken agreement between everyone to turn a deaf ear to it. So long as they didn’t keep the room occupied for too long, nobody would raise a fuss.

That was fine, as the heliolisk had no intention of moving in. The rimming had already gotten him good and close, and he was about ready to pop. After a couple more sharp thrusts, each one of them sending a slap echoing off the walls both from their hips coming together and the dick slapping against Ziggy’s stomach, the heliolisk let out a sharp hiss and came.

Ziggy first noticed it from the one outside of him. Without the pressure of his insides squeezing down on it, cum squirted from it freely, thick ropes of it layering across his front. The heliolisk had him leaning back slightly, meaning that gravity made sure that every drop of it landed solely on him. There was enough of it that it drooled off the sides of his body and dripped onto the floor below.

And that was only the one of them, not even the one that’d been getting any action. The real brunt of it hit a second later.

Ziggy sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth as the first blast of cum shot deep into his slit. With so much room being taken up inside him by the heliolisk’s cock, a single spurt was enough to fill him to capacity—but that wasn’t even close to the end of it. Another came right on its heels, and penetrated as deeply as Ziggy was, there was nowhere for it to go but deeper inside him.

He whined and squirmed, but the heliolisk held him firmly in place, keeping him speared up to the hilt on his one cock while the other painted his belly white. By the third spurt, Ziggy could feel his body struggling to keep it all contained, the walls of his slit straining against the increasing pressure of the cum packed inside him. It felt like he was going to explode, and he wondered just how much more of it he could take.

‘Just enough’ turned out to be the answer. Right when it started feeling like there were going to be serious problems, the heliolisk finally pulled out, dragging Ziggy off of his cock before letting him drop to the floor. Ziggy landed on his side with a thud and a groan, too thoroughly fucked to have the reflexes necessary to catch himself. With his slit unplugged, all the cum packed inside him finally had a route to escape, and started gushing out of him and drooling down his thighs and tail in a thick tide.

“Good job, kid,” the heliolisk said, digging a hand into the pouch strapped to his thigh. It came back out gripped around the sun stone. He chucked it in an underhand toss towards Ziggy, and it bounced and rolled towards the opposite end of the room. “Let me know if you ever want a repeat session.”

Ziggy lunged across the floor for the stone, exhaustion completely forgotten as soon as he caught a glimpse of it. The heliolisk chuckled and took the opportunity to make his exit.

He stared at the stone in his hands. He’d had to go through some awful things, but it was finally sitting in his palms, the fruits of his hard labour. The key to him evolving and not getting pushed around by  everyone just because they had a few feet of height on him.

It was funny, though. Ziggy had expected the evolution to start as soon as he touched the thing, but as far as he could tell, nothing was happening. Now that he was looking at it close up, it looked a bit strange, too. He was under the impression that they were supposed to be red as the sun and shaped appropriately, but this one was kinda flat on one side and leaning more towards the yellow end of the spectrum.

He scratched at one of the stone’s spikes with a finger, and it came back coated in orange paint, revealing ordinary grey rock. By the time Ziggy sprinted out of the bathroom, cum still leaking down his thighs, the heliolisk was nowhere to be seen.