Alternative Air

The tropical sun danced between swaying palm trees while the salty breeze caressed the shore. Calon was very excited to get a job here in Alola, the sight of Oricorios dancing between branches as he arrived was enchantingly exotic. The region he came from was currently going through winter, so while it was technically a work trip it still felt like a vacation to him. He may not have realized Poni Island was mostly uninhabited until the boat ride over, but his enthusiasm didn’t waver. Clad in an embarrassingly tourist looking ensemble of a floral shirt and a coating of sunscreen, Calon remained giddy to be out of the snow. Normally back home he worked as an aquatic surveyor. He enjoyed his work, but most of the time it involved surveying pipelines under murky lakes. That’s why he pounced on an opportunity to map unexplored waters like this. Apparently, the island had a reputation for dangerous wildlife, the only reason someone as far away as him was offered the position, but Calon was unphased. He had a lot of confidence in his diving partner.
The aforementioned individual was currently tucked away in an ultra ball along Calon’s belt. She was known as an assbyss, something local to his region. He had caught her as a little chummy on one of his first diving expeditions. In the early days the little angler served as an adamant lamp in the dark depths. With some training however, she became a lengthy eel that more often worked like a bodyguard for him in potentially perilous waters. It may not sound like someone in Calon’s vocation would need protection, but often the water was teeming with aquatic pokémon eager to harass a human diver. With an appetite as ferocious as hers though, he sometimes felt that his own pokémon was the only real threat to him while diving. Despite that, as long as he kept her fed, she appeared more than happy to watch his back. Her stomach capacity seemed to only grow exponentially the more she evolved. He even took a couple jobs removing invasive species from the lakes based on how effective her appetite was. Calon couldn’t help but laugh when he recalled how she slurped binacles like noodles from the rock walls. He was half certain her hunger was the only reason those invasive barnacles hadn’t infested the entire region. He felt no need to worry when a rampaging gyarados couldn’t even stop his ravenous associate.
Admiring the white sands surrounding him, Calon dropped his heavy crate of diving gear into the warm powder of the beach. Transfixed on the crashing waves of azure water rolling across the horizon, he figured his assbyss would enjoy the new scenery as well. Besides, on an abandoned little beach like this he wouldn’t have to worry about her trying to devour someone’s pokémon. It was a legitimate concern, as a few incidents had complicated Calon’s attempts to battle other trainers in the past. Unlocking the container, he activated the poké ball on his belt before tossing it into the crate. In a dull flash of red light, his traveling companion stretched across the sun-soaked sand. Even preoccupied getting geared up, he couldn’t help but smile watching the jet-black leviathan curiously eye the striking view like she was a chummy again. “We got an exciting job this time!” Calon called back as he toyed with a pair of flippers. He knew an assbyss may be accustomed to living underwater, but they could still wiggle their way across land when needed. Leaving winding trails across the sand, his pokémon may have been twice the length of a man, but she made decent speed exploring the beach. “You just have fun while I get ready for our dive!” the man shouted before turning bending back into his luggage.
Content his pokémon seemed happy just looking around her new surroundings, Calon continued to fiddle with his survey markers for a while. Making sure the GPS components were functional, he only looked up when he heard a bit of a scuffle on the previously calm beach. Shifting in the sand, his curious companion had uncovered a pyukumuku partially buried underneath. Seeing his assbyss lick her lips in anticipation he yelled, “Come on, we don’t even know what that thing is! It might even be poiso-“ but Calon faltered when she swallowed the unknown creature like a fat black sausage. With the outline already wriggling down her throat he just shrugged, “She’s probably eaten worse.” While her master worked on his equipment, the assbyss sighed with satisfaction as she felt the unknown creature hit her stomach. If everything out here tasted like that one, she was going to enjoy this vacation even more than him.
Resuming her slow but tireless hunt around the beach, the assbyss had some time to think. Judging from how eagerly Calon was digging through his supplies she knew this must be a special trip. She really did enjoy getting out of her boring poké ball and diving with him. She definitely never had such a full stomach before she met him. Still, seeing how he hadn’t even told her about this trip upset her a little. She felt disappointed he mostly treated her like a coworker despite all the time they had spent together. Looking behind her she eyed Calon sprawled on his back trying to wedge several straps around his wetsuit. Perhaps she could show him they can do more than work together this trip? Fin to her nonexistent chin, she pondered if there would ever be a better time than a tropical getaway. Her train of thought was interrupted however, when her eyes focused on another pink bumped creature right behind her. Grinning with a few exposed fangs, she carefully treaded backwards towards her prey. Turns out there was a reason assbyss got their namesake, given their other end was just as hungry as their mouth. Now within range, she abruptly brought her rear down on her unfortunate victim. Smiling wryly, she strained for a second before moving forward again. Only this time there was no sea cucumber left in her trail. Feeling her gut expand just a bit more, she noticed a little difficulty winding forward. Underwater this would mean nothing, but on land it looks like a streamlined stomach made things easier. Undeterred however, she kept her prowl going around the water’s edge.
It hadn’t taken that long, but Calon was finally fully suited and ready to go. He wished he could have rented a boat to dive off, but the few ships around this island seemed busy serving as makeshift homes or shops. Without anyone to drop him off deeper offshore, he opted to just dive in from the beach. “It would be a waste not to check out the island like this,” Calon thought as he locked his crate behind him with a solid thud. Combing the area for his pokémon, he noticed her mildly bloated frame not too far away. Waving in her direction, she eventually noticed him and turned his way. Even from here Calon could tell she was moving with some difficulty. The difference was that now three or four pyukumuku rolled around inside of her. Dissatisfied with her reduced pace, she mimicked a light bulb with the light over her head when she felt a gurgling pressure inside of her. Without wasting a moment, she bore down and relieved herself of a processed passenger or two. The rumble only lasted a few seconds, but the burst of fetid fumes sent sand flying behind her as she unashamedly ejected her raw stench into the air. With a lightened load she was moving a bit more smoothly, and with a toothy grin the assbyss looked quite proud of herself. Calon could only shake his head in disapproval. “Guess all that food has to go somewhere,” he muttered. Twisting his air supply over his face he thought to himself, “At least I’ve got my own oxygen to breathe down there.” Turning back to the water, he cautiously waded into the new environment. No longer looking back however, he was unprepared for when his eager associate wrapped a fin around his leg and hastily pulled him under the waves.
Despite being dragged down swiftly by his pokémon’s newfound agility underwater, Calon felt a bit of that excitement rub off on him while the rushing water obscured his vision. He gently shook free of her playful grip and allowed his goggles to clear as the momentum kept him drifting forward. Marveling at the beautiful reef surrounding them, he watched his enthusiastic companion’s imposing silhouette dart ahead of him around dazzling rosy pink spires and blazing yellow formations. The whole scene was a technicolor masterpiece of unique coral. The pure waters hid nothing as Calon inspected the intricate shapes lining the seafloor. Looking up from the curious tubes and spirals he spotted the assbyss snaking her head around the picturesque environment. Was she still looking for food? Observing her a little longer, he was surprised when her face lit up before deftly dislodging a chunk of pink coral from the wall. Unsure why she would want to break the gorgeous formations, he almost yelled something before he remembered there wasn’t much use to speaking while diving. Peering closer at the launched coral he realized it was… wiggling? “Oh, that must be a corosola, everything really is alive around here!” Calon thought. Still pondering how something could hide in a place like this, he witnessed his pokémon’s maw expand impossibly wide before swallowing the stealthy creature whole. At first she was proud of her catch, but upon feeling the borderline boulder hit her stomach like, well a rock, she grimaced. The unique biology of an assbyss showed the more difficult to digest components on their stomachs, so it was no surprise when a jagged outline of coral was emblazoned along her underside. Now figuring maybe not everything would be delicious around here, she turned to her frantically waving owner. Calon during this display had made a realization, “Oh shit I think those things are endangered!” However, his pokémon mistook Calon’s gesturing for impatience to get going, so she groggily swam back to him.
Coming to a stop besides him, Calon figured it would be best to explore a different section first. He definitely did not need to get an expensive fine his first day out. Looking at his handheld device’s chart he settled for the section labelled “G8” on the displayed grid. “Probably as good a place to start as any,” he thought. Hooking the device back onto his belt, he reached out to his aquatic acquaintance. In the past he had used a sea scooter to propel himself underwater, but these days he had a faster alternative. Calon steadily wrapped his arms around the back of his massive mount. He couldn’t even reach all the way around her, but her pliant skin afforded him a decent grip. Interestingly Calon hadn’t even taught her this technique, rather it was born of his assbyss’s eagerness to move her slow swimming owner faster. Settling into position, he noticed her shudder under his grip. “Maybe she enjoys this too much,” he thought. He couldn’t complain however, because after he checked his wrist compass and thrust his arm towards mysterious section G8, his steed compliantly shot in his pointed direction. Resisting the speed-created current, Calon couldn’t help but imagine how awe inspiring he must look riding his obedient beast. In reality he was flailing against the current like a wayward streamer caught on her fin, but in spite of the appearance both of them were happy to be cruising underneath the ocean’s rippling surface.
Once a while of riding had gone by, Calon patted the back of the assbyss’s neck to signal they had arrived. Alert to the message, she stopped the motion of her fins and allowed their momentum to slowly fade. As they slowed Calon kept his grip with one arm and checked his handheld map with the other. Bingo, he was now on the corner of section G8. Letting his only hold go limp, he detached from his pokémon and took in his surroundings. This section was deeper underwater, casting a deeper blue darkness that shaded rocky outcroppings jutting from the sand. A few bright growths of coral dotted the area, but for the most part this area looked far less inviting. He had seen his fair share of spooky waters, but something about the openness of the ocean made him waver. Looking back up he noticed his traveling companion turning her head back at him enthusiastically. “I’ve got nothing to worry about,” Calon reassured himself as he drifted deeper downwards, pokémon in tow.
Mapping the general layout of the seafloor was handled easily enough by his device’s scanner, it was more so his duty to place markers at any potentially interesting locations. He wasn’t too afraid with his bioluminescent companion curiously swimming nearby, and quickly found the rocky seafloor far less intimidating than he had initially assumed. It took a few hours, but he had marked a couple of mineral deposits poking from the craggy slopes and spotted what was either the remains of a small sunken ship or unusual driftwood. Calon was grateful his air tanks were so high capacity, otherwise this much progress would have already necessitated a trip just for more air. In fact, he was still judging the gauge on his tanks when an unexpected current caught his attention. Unsure if it was even anything worth noting, he reeled back upon spotting an outline barreling towards him. Looking around he couldn’t find his pokémon, so he assumed she had wandered off while he was scanning various boulders. He did however spot a crevice between two larger rocks, which he crammed himself into without hesitation as the shadow came even closer. It was the wrong shape to be his assbyss and the speed at which it was moving scared the hell out of him. Bracing himself he peeked out of the rocks to recognize a sharpedo circling his hiding spot. Calon’s mind raced, “Oh fuck, he might know I’m here. He must just be waiting for me to come out.” Desperately trying to come up with a plan, he kept his gaze fixed on the shark patrolling the area.
Unable to call for help, Calon was running out of options. He was considering making a run for it when he noticed a second figure swim into view. Squinting his eyes, he recognized the newcomer as his own pokémon intercepting the swirling hunter. Poking his head out further he watched the glowing eel deftly wrap around the previously apex predator. With the sharpedo thrashing in her hold, Calon could only watch in awe as the assbyss unhinged her jaw and opened wide. Expanding her gullet to accommodate the large fins, the shark hardly stood a chance as she brought her mouth down and around her captive. Even with the bulky contours of her prey, her body simply stretched like a snake as the spasming mass worked its way downward. Overjoyed, Calon kicked out of his hiding spot and swam up to his heroine. The assbyss on the other hand was just lost in the afterglow of finding such a large catch, completely oblivious to why Calon seemed so happy or where he just came from. Craning her head to face him, she flashed a satisfied smile before her cheeks abruptly bulged. Images of the sharpedo flying right back out caused Calon to wince, but instead an enormous belch rocketed out of her mouth. The fountain of bubbles was even strong enough to send Calon flying backwards, with the volume outrageous enough to be heard churning the water around them. Still recovering from the shockwave, Calon watched the column of bubbles climb towards the surface. Once the glistening orbs breached the surface, he made out the faint splash of a fainted wingull unfortunate enough to get caught in the cloud of fermented funk. “Thank Arceus I have this air tank,” Calon thought as his companion sighed contentedly, admiring the shape of fins now apparent on her bloated belly.
Reassured he had brought along the toughest fish for miles, Calon was able to look closer at the crevice he had hidden in earlier. Beckoning his assbyss along, she lethargically drifted towards the shadowy corner. In the light of her natural glow, he made out a tunnel where he thought was only a crack. “This is fantastic,” he thought, “there’s a big bonus for undersea cave data.” Although after the recent incident, he considered his pokémon should follow more closely now. Heading into the unknown, he halted when he noticed his light source had stopped following. Turning around the problem became obvious when he noticed his bloated assbyss pressed against the narrow opening. “I’m sure she’s flexible enough to fit,” Calon figured as he approached the jammed eel. She was really wedged in there now, front half inside the wider tunnel with him, and her gut pressed against the rock walls. Still pushing with her fins against the entrance, she paused to give Calon a “What the hell do we do now?” look. Without any better ideas, Calon dug his hands deep into the ebony blubber before him and yanked with all his might. In response she let out a silent gasp from the unexpected contact, followed by a crude subwoofer fueled by an excess of shark laden gas. While it wasn’t the way he planned, the added force of his grip propelled her rear mounted cannon through the cramped entrance. The power of her entrance however sent the two into a nautical tumble, with Calon caught underneath her expanded stomach. Prepared to avoid death a second time, he pressed up into her gut with what strength he could muster. Against his expectations however, his hands sunk into the malleable flesh of her stomach. He could even feel the coarse outline of a corosola through the thick skin. Not quite realizing what he was doing, he halted when he heard a rumbling moan ring out above him. Twisting to the side, he noticed the eyes of his assbyss were rolled up in pleasure as he unintentionally massaged her gut. Recoiling from the unexpected situation, he slipped out from under her and hesitantly inched deeper into the cave while his partner came to her senses. Realizing the pleasure had been an accident and Calon was already leaving, the pokémon let out a little huff before following him deeper into the unknown.
The entrance to the tunnel was uninteresting, rough grey limestone encompassing a rounded tunnel. Luckily the interior was wide enough to accommodate the two, so Calon could comfortably bring his scanner out while walking with his considerably wider companion. There was even enough room for his bulky twin air tanks. One of the tanks may have been entirely depleted, but the other would afford him more than enough time to get in and out of this cave. Clicking the right buttons, the radar screen of his scanner flashed to life. The range he could scan ahead underground like this wasn’t far, but he didn’t have to worry about getting lost as the device tracked their path. Detecting a turn ahead of them, he grew more excited as the fringes of a larger chamber came up on the display. Turning the corner, he watched in amazement as his pokémon illuminated a room full of stalagmites piercing unusually crystalline walls. Bringing his scanner closer to the bejeweled surface, he silently cheered when the diagnosis came up, “Z CRYSTAL.” Honestly Calon didn’t know anything about this Alolan resource, but he figured something as lustrous as this must be valuable. Feeling the thrill he figured all great explorers must discover, Calon eagerly gestured a thumbs up towards his diving partner. Only his enthusiasm waned when he saw his assbyss seemed entirely uninterested in the crystals around them. Looking closer he realized her eyes were trailing something in the distance.
Calon looked up, anticipating another attack his heart raced. However instead of taking action, he only sighed when he realized there was just a luvdisc in the corner. “Don’t scare me like that!” Calon chided without realizing none of it could be understood outside his mask. “That’s strange,” he pondered as his assbyss swiftly caught the luvdisc, “what would a luvdisc be doing down here?” Dwelling on this fact, he caught the glint of a new tunnel in the wake of his friend’s light. “There must be other ways in here then…” he concluded. Checking his device confirmed it, there was another opening nearby here. Gliding up to the new avenue of exploration, he stifled a laugh watching his pokémon curiously searching the cavern for more of the pink fish. Waving his hand in the direction of the tunnel, the eel quickly followed. She thought that little heart-shaped morsel tasted divine, regardless of how much she already ate, she was interested in finding more of these things. Now leading the way, she reduced her speed so Calon could do his job behind her. She had a vague understanding of what Calon did despite mostly helping him work, but she knew he was really interested in looking around wherever they went. The hunter could relate to that, although she was more partial to finding her next meal. Peering into the darkness, the assbyss led the search deeper into the mysterious cavern.
For the next hour Calon would nudge his partner in different directions as they hit several branching tunnels. He may not have been worried about getting lost, but he was starting to become intimidated by the sheer size of this cave system. He still had a couple hours left of air, but if he wasn’t careful, he might spend more than he required to swim back out. He hadn’t found another exit besides the original entrance, so he was unsure how much to bet on discovering a new one anytime soon. Examining the digital map, Calon was startled by a sickening groan reverberating through the water. Looking for the source, he noticed his assbyss had halted ahead of him in the narrow tunnel past a couple stalactites. She was so preoccupied looking for anymore luvdisc they might pass, she had entirely ignored the swelling pressure in her gut. They were in tight quarters, but the pokémon considered, “Calon never seems to care about a little gas while diving.” Without hesitation, she released the unintentionally caged behemoth in front of him. Calon’s eyes went wide as he watched the gargantuan anus in front of him expand to furiously release gallons of wretched contaminants into the small space between them. With nowhere else to go, the torrent of bubbles rapidly collected on the ceiling of the tunnel, forming an expanding air pocket above them. Torn between disgust and morbid curiosity, Calon observed the yellow-brown haze fill the dome between the stalactites over the course of the ten second long explosion. Panting from the effort of the release, the bloated eel checked behind her to make sure she hadn’t blown Calon away.
Behind her she caught Calon swimming underneath one of the stalactites jutting from the ceiling, thankful he wouldn’t have to touch that horrendous bubble. However, before she could turn back ahead, she noticed the edge of his tank catch on a glittering corner of the cave formation. Before either could react, the aquamarine z-crystal punctured Calon’s remaining air tank. Both recoiled as the tank flew straight off of the unfortunate diver’s back, the heavily pressurized air serving as his downfall while it ricocheted around a corner into darkness. This disaster was too sudden for Calon to process. After a stunned second of silence, a mouthful of only water sent him into a panic. Now flailing like a mad man, he instinctually removed his mask as if it would allow him to breathe. His companion quickly turned around as the panic caught to her. She knew there was a reason he needed all that gear to go underwater. Nervously fidgeting trying to come up with a plan, she considered chasing after the tank. “That’s no good,” she thought, pretty sure no air would be left inside it. Desperately searching the area for anything useful, the assbyss noticed her swirling creation above them. “Well it kind of looks like air,” she thought. Lacking a better idea nor time to consider another one, she gracelessly bopped Calon into the ceiling.
Calon felt himself pushed upwards, but was too preoccupied thinking of ways not to die to consider the implications. Still holding his breath, he felt himself move above the water’s surface into a warm, incredibly humid space. “Huh?” Unsure what miracle had just occurred, without thinking he gulped whatever air he could. Only as he did so, he immediately regretted it. It may have been better than water, but the sickeningly thick concoction of spoiled sushi and searing sulfur entering his lungs sent him into a coughing fit. “Is there a deep-sea vent here?” he considered while weezing on the acrid vapors surrounding his head. He opened his eyes, but they began to water slightly from the horrid atmosphere while he analyzed his surroundings. Holding back a gag it finally dawned on him, “Oh shit…” he muttered under his breath, he realized he was captive in a bubble of digestive remnants. On the other hand his companion was grinning widely. “I totally just saved his life,” she thought as Calon stopped flailing. Well, he was still writhing a bit breathing in the polluted air provided, but she simply thought, “H-he’s just a little panicked still…”
While Calon was revaluating the choices he had made up until this point, the assbyss made a startling discovery. As the seconds ticked by, the air bubble was gradually shrinking. This newfound time limit removed leaving to get help from the option list. Worriedly pacing by swimming in small circles beneath Calon, the pokémon reassessed the situation. “I could maybe bring him out myself,” she considered, perhaps even swallowing him to carry him out faster. However, a glance down at the remains tattooed on her gut reminded her that would probably be just as lethal. Feeling another gas cramp interrupt her thoughts, she stopped for a moment to hold her stomach. She certainly had an air supply brewing, but how could she move him and keep him alive? Hesitating for a moment, an idea struck her quite suddenly. Perhaps not giving the plan adequate time to consider, she swam up to Calon quickly.
During the assbyss brainstorm session, Calon was just trying to steady himself. He wasn’t in immediate danger of dying, and he knew a calm head would make things easier. Unfortunately his usual strategy of taking deep breaths was failing him, on account of only ass smog being available. Looking down at the surprisingly well-lit tunnel underneath him, he faintly registered his diving partner was drawing closer. Only something seemed off, “Why is she swimming backwards?” he thought. Now that he was really looking, he realized she was also moving pretty fast. “Is she going to ram into me?” With nowhere to go he braced himself for impact as the eel reversed closer and closer. Rather instead of being squished against the wall, he felt the spongey rear press against him rather gently. “Uh, what’s the plan here?” he managed to hoarsely whisper. Only instead of backing off, she kept pushing just a bit harder. Calon now considered pushing back, but he paused in horror as a looming abyss yawned open in front of him. Calon always considered his pokémon might attempt to eat him, but he never imagined it would actually happen, especially not in this context. Now with his back against the rock wall, his head began to slip into the awaiting ring. He attempted to pull away, but there was no space. With a sickeningly wet noise he found himself pushed deeper into a new kind of darkness. Immediately he was disturbed by the slimy walls closing around him, his surroundings only becoming warmer as he was forced in. He was already imagining his own skeleton decorating the undersea leviathan when he suddenly felt the suction stop. He tried to wiggle, but he remained clamped in place, up to his shoulders into the belly of the beast. Calon knew she could slurp him like a noodle if she wanted to, so what the hell was happening here?
Outside along with half of Calon, the assbyss deftly held her master in place. It was time to test her hypothesis. With a small grunt, a slim stream of bubbles wrapped it’s way past her unconventional passenger. He might have kicked a bit, but she could feel him breathing the passing air as it escaped. Following this discovery, she was absolutely beaming with pride. She had literally saved his life. Calon was going to be so proud of her once she got them out of this cave. Considering that thought she looked around, “Which way was out anyway?” It’s not like she knew how to use the glowing box Calon always carried around, and they had been turning through tunnels long enough she couldn’t recall the direction they came from. While she pondered her options a luvdisc flitted around the edge of another path. “Oooooh, maybe I can get a snack on the way.” Giving chase to the heart shaped morsel, Calon’s arduous journey began.
Even though Calon felt his lower half ethereally float through the water, his upper body was more akin to being jammed in a wind tunnel. Every few seconds during these dragging minutes, a short gust of phosphorous blew his hair back to renew the equal parts life-saving and life-ending aroma. The sheer heat made his face red as he contemplated how long he would be trapped in this enclosed torture. Judging from experience of her past binges, she could keep the air flowing all day, but this was hardly a comforting thought. “Well at least I’m not dead,” Calon thought, before another searing scorcher of fishy gas blew past him, “Or maybe I’m already dead and this is hell.” Being so close to the source he could even taste the smells saturating the space around him. Despite knowing it wouldn’t achieve anything, he wriggled in place before he heard an odd noise. It may not have been clear to him, but outside the clenching walls his captor was unabashedly moaning. She had never expected Calon’s movements to be so… enjoyable… inside of her. Picking up on how her worst emissions encouraged him to move, she unconsciously cranked the releases up a notch or two as she snagged the occasional luvdisc. Oh, and looked for the exit, that was important too.
If you asked Calon how long it had been, he might have estimated several eternities, but in actuality it had been only half an hour. Regardless of the relatively short time period, Calon was starting to get lightheaded from the unholy vapors he had been substituting air with. In a fart-induced stupor he hardly noticed when he began to slide backwards with a squelch. Only when he made the short fall onto stone did he begin to return to reality. He shook his head in the comparatively freezing air. “Oh thank Arceus We’re out of the cave,” he thought before gazing up towards the sun. Focusing his eyes on the bright light, his face fell upon realizing the only glow was from behind the ass he had just fallen out of. Coughing loudly to get the funk out of his lungs, he was at least happy to breathe in stale but not putrid air. Looking around he quickly grasped this was just another cave chamber, however it contained an air pocket rather than more water. Unsure how things could get worse, the eel enthusiastically spun around and gave him the equivalent of a thumbs-up with her fin. Pulling back his hair already slick with unmentionable fluids, Calon could only weakly reply, “Uh… thanks.” Spent from the experience, Calon returned a noticeably less enthusiastic thumbs-up before falling back against the stone with a gooey slap.
Still getting his bearings, Calon double checked his surroundings. The chamber wasn’t very large, allowing just enough space for the two to sit comfortably, or at least as comfortable as one could get laying on cold wet rock. The room was roughly dome shaped, made of the familiar pattern of uninteresting limestone dotted with exotic crystals. He even flicked on his mapping device to confirm his suspicions, and as expected the readout displayed only the shallow pool of water they must have arrived through as a possible escape. The idea of more sulfurous submarine travel aimlessly through tunnels didn’t excite him, but it was the only option. However, free of wretched fumes for the moment, he figured he owed his lungs as much as a short break. This was not at all how he imagined his trip going. Gazing back up he watched the rough crystals softly reflect aquamarine light from the glow his companion emanated. The erratic patterns of blue light created an almost dreamlike environment, deepening how surreal today’s events felt in retrospect. Tracing the path of light back to it’s owner, Calon noticed the normally painfully unaware pokémon’s expression watch him worriedly. He hadn’t even realized it, but Calon was shivering in his soaked wetsuit. Not even giving him enough time to resist, the imposing eel was already sliding towards him.
Wordlessly Calon was coiled by his assbyss, the pliant body softly enveloping him. The details were difficult to describe, but while most of the time undersea creatures were cool to the touch, the powerful decomposition taking place inside her generated an abundance of heat through her underside. Calon likened the idea to how the piles of fall leaves back home grew warm at the bottom just from being broken down. He wasn’t a researcher, but the explanation worked well enough for him. The generated warmth radiated through his wetsuit and his involuntary shaking calmed. In the moment, the memories of their unfortunate trip here faded away. That is, until a violent gurgling emanated from the form cocooning him. She helped him out, maybe he could help her? Not entirely sure how to do it, Calon winged it and slowly plunged his arms into the length of her belly. The assbyss shuddered appreciatively as his hands moved inhumanely deep into her stomach. Feeling the vibration of rumbling bubbles and tougher remnants rotating deep within her, he began to gently motion wide circles through the plush surface. Applying a little more pressure, he restrained a groan when an airy hiss followed. Being coiled around him, Calon felt the warm cloud seep past him, accompanied by the hauntingly familiar concoction of rotting fish and brimstone. “I guess this patch of air wasn’t going to stay clean forever,” thought Calon as he somewhat hesitantly continued his massage.
While Calon administered his amateur kneading, the assbyss was in absolute heaven. Having her master bound gently in her grasp as he willingly helped her process the seafood menagerie she had eaten was almost too good to be true. The only thing she was missing that came to mind was the cardinal pleasure she felt earlier having him inside her. But maybe she could have it all? Her content face shifted to a sly smirk before her bioluminescent lights dimmed. Calon was thrown from his trance by the unexpected thrust into near darkness. The only light remaining was a delicate glow along the eel’s belly. Straining his eyes to see, he could only make out… hearts? Rhythmically the hearts bounced back and forth as he felt his living blanket shift around him. At a loss for words Calon watched the display a few seconds before he noticed fainter outlines of coral and shark fins appear around the hearts. “That’s from the luvdisc!” he internally remarked, now with blossoming concern about the implications of being shown such a symbol. “It’s a coincidence,” he thought now starting to get nervous. “Who would even think a pokémon would do something like that intentionally.” Watching the lights dance a little longer, his thoughts were interrupted by a new light. Illuminated just barely by her headlamp were two piercing eyes and a row of razor-sharp pearly whites. “H-hi there… what are we doing ex-,” he attempted to murmur, but was stopped as the silhouetted face veered towards his own. Unable to react in time, Calon felt something massive force it’s way into his mouth. Being eaten came to mind, but not whatever was happening now. The oral intruder tasted of sea salt and clumsily felt along the contours of his mouth. Still unable to process what was happening, he felt the mouthful retreat with a pop as he watched the hefty tongue of his assbyss leave a string of saliva as it left. She knew it was a stretch, in more ways than one, but the leviathan of a girl had attempted a kiss. There may have been a moment of awkward silence, but the mutual blush apparent even under such miniscule light said more than enough.
Calon was doing his best to acclimate to this new situation, but while he was a stuttering mess the pokémon only grew emboldened by her successful stunt. Pressing her body tighter around him, Calon got the message and gave up looking for words to resume his massage. Cooing for a moment, she mustered a lusty stare before opening her lips wide. In place of a kiss, she had opted for gingerly enveloping the entirety of Calon’s head. Steamy breath coated his face before a length of slippery muscle caressed the back of his head. Just confident enough this wouldn’t be his demise, Calon ignored the unusual embrace and pushed his fingers deeper. His efforts were rewarded by two different rumblings. One was outside, but loud enough he could hear it clearly, the roar of a luvdisc buffet’s worth of gut-wrenching gas shaking the ground as it aggressively consumed what little clean air was left in the room. The other rumble was a moan plainly reverberating around his head as his partner unashamedly reveled in the relief. Calon had already accepted a lot of things today, but once the bottom of his diving suit became taught with unexpected arousal, he was filled with embarrassment. He would have covered his face in surprise if it wasn’t already being explored by a curious tongue larger than his hands. In spite of his resistance however, the assbyss instinctually recognized the stiff intruder. Her front half preoccupied, she grinded her lower half against the protruding guest. Calon could only groan at the unseen stimulation. The torturous teasing halted a moment, before a short grunt signaled the release of a steady stream of scorching noxious wind that forcefully shook his restrained manhood. The sensation was just too much, no longer thinking straight from the events of today or the pleasure coursing through him, he fumbled to remove his wetsuit.
With any straps undone, the loving eel quickly peeled the black coating off Calon, one layer closer to her goal. Resuming her hold to keep those magic fingers moving, she flicked any undergarments he was wearing away with a fin. Soon after she released his head from her maw with a squelch before pressing him against the floor. Now fully exposed to the cold air, Calon gasped for breath but his vigor remained as his lover kept him warm underneath her churning belly. His dick pressed against her before she began to slide slightly in place. Feeling her move around, Calon could only grit his teeth when he felt a far tighter hole grasp his member. Lost in the feeling he tried to buck his hips, but the crushing weight on top of him made the effort futile. His generous partner however got the message and raised her end before bringing it crashing back down. Her opening was like a vice, Calon had never felt walls so voraciously hungry as they squeezed the life from every inch of his length. There was no way he was going to last long, and from the sound of her shuddering moans neither would she. In a flurry of movement, their mutual fever of ludicrously wet slapping only gained pace. With a final desperate thrust against her imposing frame, his head swam as he launched load after load into her desperately hungry interior. In response the assbyss contracted tightly around him, finding a mutual climax as any possible composure fell apart. Lost in euphoria, neither acknowledged the roaring of a jet engine as the assbyss purged her bowels of an unspeakably horrendous miasma. Not even the cave could handle the forceful blast as the rumbling loosed small rocks from the ceiling. Calon’s mind was entirely lost to the outside world as he emptied everything he had. Above the pokémon’s tongue lolled out from the equally blissful but entirely different release. The previously unspoiled pocket or air was damaged beyond repair by the time the chainsaw ripper mercifully slowed to a whisper.
Still lost in the afterglow, Calon tried to mutter something before he was peppered with tiny kisses from the massive dark lips above him. He stifled a laugh from the unbound affection until he flinched when he felt something far dustier land on his face. Still in a tangle on the ground, both looked above to see dry sand falling from between the cracks above them. It seems like their passions had weakened the limestone above. Sluggishly they managed to roll to the side before a considerable lump of white sand speckled the ground. Calon had to shield his eyes as blinding white light shot through the hole above them. No longer contained, a geyser of rancid odors escaped their chamber. While Calon gratefully inhaled the less destroyed air, a considerably less happy voice cried out, “Who brought a skuntank to the beach!?” Hearing this Calon finally understood what had happened, “We must have made it right below land,” he hoarsely croaked to the pokémon still pressed around him. Filled with embarrassment at the thought of how they would have to make their exit, Calon reached out quickly for his clothes. In contrast the assbyss was just dreamily watching Calon nervously hop into his outfit, “I bet he’ll never use that dumb Poké ball again after today…” she thought. Still only half-dressed Calon found himself enveloped by the ebony eel once again. Eyes half lidded she watched him blush before reaching her conclusion, “he still owes me another massage for saving him…”