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Spring had come at last, and with it a deluge grander than any wintertime rainfall. The poor weather was sufficient to drive many of the Pokémon of the Lastwall estate to barn and burrow, the sweeping vista beyond the arched windows of the manor left rather barren in their absence. And yet, that field of mud was not entirely devoid of life, a Marshtomp popping up their head from the quagmire to lazily observe a passing Toxicroak make the mistake of stepping on a Stunfisk. Some were marked as part of the Guide Project, in the care of the Lastwall family either as loans from Trainers, favours from various donor organisations, or as adoptees awaiting more permanent homes. But there were wild Pokémon as well, and Olin found himself hoping beyond hope that the Stunfisk was wild. No matter how much Krieg paid him, and how much he believed in their work, that one might be a bridge too far for him.

Olin wore an uncharacteristic frown upon his face, the large man sat at a truly exquisite oak table to gorge himself on tea and cakes along with Krieg and Gideon, the dark featured wispy male, and the lanky man built like a rapier who clad himself in the trappings of a Knight. Between the sharp suit and the mustard gambeson, he looked a little out of place in his jeans and chequered shirt, but neither of the pair had ever made him feel like he didn't belong with them. The Master of Dragon Types guffawed, “Bwahahaha! I have been through exactly the same thing, my friend! Just as Pokémon are driven to submit to mankind, Humanity has an Instinct for Mastery! A man can be driven wild from it! You were lucky to have Gardevoir looking out for you!" He waggled his eyebrows, provocative in his delivery, “Did you enjoy your little smooch!?"

“She's still really angry with me..." Olin gave a small huff, revealing the source of his unhappy expression. Then he looked from side to side conspiratorially, and after ensuring that the coast was clear, “But yeah – it was worth almost drowning for." A slight smile broke his dour look, “Whoever her next Master is, he's a lucky guy. I'm pretty jealous, you know?" He began to unwrap a teacake from its foil, “She's cute, and she's kind, and she saved my life. I think she deserves to be happy. Whoever Gardevoir picks had better appreciate her."

The two men exchanged a look, and this time when Gideon opened his mouth to speak, he received a stern kick under the table, “Ah! – Bwahahaha! Yes, indeed!" He grinned broadly, taking the hint but unable to resist, “I am very sure that Gardevoir shall have for herself a Master that is worthy of her! Someone who truly appreciates her and wishes for her happiness! Yes, I am quite certain! Most positive indeed!"

At the other side of the manor, the psychic fairy herself suppressed a small sneeze, gulping down a few mouthfuls of another energy drink to alleviate the tingling of her throat. She had imposed a little of her personality upon her room, a small fridge in the corner for her favourite libations, a collection of colourful pillows which she would arrange to make sleeping on her back comfortable despite the protrusion of her fin-like horn, and a tabletop chest of trinkets as well. Gardevoir didn't keep much, but amongst that small collection of treasures was a ticket stub from the Wesson Gym, and Reynard's envelope as well.

The contents of that envelope she had now in her hands. A small note, 'The only signal that he's ever going to understand.', and a rather raunchy looking lace choker. She fell back onto her bed and squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed to the extreme. A week had passed since her kiss with Olin, and she had made every effort to impress upon him precisely how much it meant absolutely nothing. He needed air, and inspired by the oxygen transfer method of Primarina, she had reacted impulsively to save him. And any thought that she had thrust her tongue into his mouth as well was a fantasy brought on by the panic of a near-death experience!

Gardevoir groaned and rolled from side to side. She absolutely had included tongue. Why? Why the hell would she do that!? Such a thing was the behaviour of some sexual deviant, and not a proud and upstanding female! She was not like these slut Pokémon that would surrender to Olin and cry out such depraved things! Would that happen to her as well? Would she writhe like that whore Reynard and demand that she be made into a Human-owned cocksleeve? Would she paw at his chest like Vee and beg him to fuck her womb with his superior Human cock?

What the fuck was she even thinking right now?

She kicked her legs in frustration. Perhaps it was alright to fantasise a little. Every time that he mated with Vee, she entered her mind as a passenger, indulging in her own masturbation while joining in shared climaxes with the Espeon. That was nothing but evidence of a healthy sex drive! Yes, that was it! There was nothing wrong with fantasising about Olin within the confines of pleasure! He was nothing but a sex-object for her! The only feeling that she had towards him was the pent-up sexual desire of a Pokémon that had been in close proximity to so many of his amorous encounters!

Of course, it wasn't like she valued him as a person! So what if he was kind and genuine, with these small little insights into her that nobody had ever seen before? So what if he was strong and masculine, that just his presence was soothing and made her feel safe? He was a Human! A Human will throw a Pokémon away with a smile on their face! No Human can be trusted! She didn't like him at all! She definitely hadn't fallen in love! That would be preposterous! She hadn't even known him for a season! This was just a sex thing! Olin was a clumsy idiot that put himself in danger and made her worry and she hated him!

A hearty harrumph came with that inner declaration. Yes. There was no reason for her to feel ashamed and humiliated at all. Olin was nothing but a masturbatory fantasy of something that would never happen. So… what did it matter if she tried the choker on?

Gardevoir swallowed. And then reached over to grab her energy drink and down what remained of it. When she imagined mating with Olin, the choker felt almost mandatory, a signal of her complete surrender to him, a mark of absolute ownership. She looked to her mirror, and slowly brought the black lace up to her neck… no. No, no, no! She returned both it and the note to Reynard's envelope and slammed the lid of her little wooden chest closed.

“Have I caught you at a bad time, Darling?"

She jumped as a familiar voice filtered into her mind, the Delphox himself reaching out over the Psychic Network to communicate with her from afar, “Of course not! And I do not imagine us to be such good friends that you would contact me so casually!" She responded aggressively, flustered enough to almost knock her chest from the nightstand, “What do you want!?"

The sense of him smiling arrived clearly through the connection, “Oh, we are good friends indeed, Darling! And as your good friend, I am very interested to see if you have made any progress with your Human. So, do tell me! Have you worn the choker and seduced your Master yet?"

Gardevoir scowled, levelling her inner voice, “You and I are acquaintances at best. There is no 'progress' for me to have with any Human. And Olin is certainly not my Master! Now, go away!"

“Oh, Darling – you wound me!" A sensation of laughter, “None of those things are true, of course. As I'm sure you're quite interested, I have made some advancement myself in the goal of finding a Master that is to my liking!" There was a satisfied sigh, “A wonderful Pokémon Breeder – and he's vigorous enough for me to imagine that he hopes to give me an egg myself! I must admit to wishing that such a thing was possible on occasion..."

“Did you seriously contact me just to brag?"

“Oh, I'm contacting everyone I know just to brag, Darling! He's given me a collar that's the perfect tightness for me – a proper leather one, not like that lacy little number I handed to you. I don't even have my name back until the aftercare cuddle; all the time that he's mating me I'm nothing but Slut and Whore! Ah, Devon! I think I just may be in love! A strong Human Master to tame me and use me properly! Oh, what could be better?"

The psychic fairy retrieved another sugary can of her favourite drink, “You are a Slut and a Whore. What sort of easy Pokémon falls in love just like that? Don't you have any pride?" She sat back down at the edge of her bed, “If that is all, I'm terminating the connection-“

“Oh, don't be such a spoilsport, Darling!" There was a strong pout that came along with that, “Fine! I shall put aside matters of romance to speak with you about something a little more serious. What do you know about this Seviper you have at Lastwall mansion today?"

That was unexpected. Gardevoir furrowed her brow, “He was a pleasure Pokémon from an illegal Pokébrothel that Gideon and his dragons shut down a few weeks ago. They seem to think that a mating that puts the enjoyment of the snake first might be good for him." She reeled off the cliffnotes, “Why?"

“Well, I am rather concerned for him, you see. Romance is very important to me, and I find the idea of a Pokémon that has been conditioned to solely be used as a sex object to be quite distasteful." A slight sigh, “I heard about it on the news, Darling. Some awful Civil Servant woman made quite the statement about how this sort of depravity was indicative of all Human-Pokémon relationships, and I must admit to some sense of unease about it."

She scoffed, “Afraid that they'll take you away from your new Human already?" She then deflated slightly. Gardevoir had her own concerns, a series of events described by Krieg in which the banning of these relationships was the thin end of the wedge, with ideas like collared Pokémon and strict controls further down the line, “What do you want me to do?"

“Well, Darling – you do have a tendency to be rather indelicate. I think that the Humans have the big picture well enough in hand, and I am concerned mostly for Seviper. So, I was hoping that you would be gentle with him."

“…What?"

A strong smile passed down the link, “Gentle, Darling. Gentle! Save your cutting words for Olin – I've the feeling that he quite enjoys them! As for Seviper, no matter how depraved his thoughts, or how thorough his surrender, I want you to encourage him. Having him come to understand that there is more to mating than being used until his client is done with him is the first step in having him believe that there's more to the world than this one thing he has been conditioned for."

Gardevoir queued up her counter, a series of particularly brutal remarks about how great a leap of logic everyone seemed to be making here regarding the mindset of Seviper, along with a demand that she was always gentle, and another few insults about the whorish tendencies of Reynard for good measure. But she'd no chance to deliver them before a soft knock at the door twisted her attention away from the Psychic Network. A voice came along with it, “Hey – it's uh – me. It's Olin. Have you got a minute?"

Why did the Delphox feel so smug? She abandoned their connection immediately, casting out her thoughts to the man on the other side of her door, “What now!?" Telekinesis twisted the key in the lock, and then removed the latch, the chain, and the doorjamb, Olin revealed soon after.

He gave his usual good-natured smile, “I… just wanted to apologise again." The large man bowed his head, “I'm sorry. Thank you for rescuing me."

To a Psychic Type, the skimming of the surface thoughts of a mind was practically a greeting, and the inside of Olin's head was always rather simple to read. She saw his genuine distress for their week of awkwardness. The sincerity of his apology and hope that she did not hate him for a kiss that he was sure that she had loathed. Guilt that he had enjoyed it. And fragments of his discussion with Krieg and Gideon as well, his wish for her happiness.

Damn him. What could she do in the face of all that? She floated past the man, hiding her face, knowing that her smile would betray her true feelings, “Fine. You are forgiven for your idiocy, and we shall speak no more of that specific instance of it!" The door slammed shut in her wake to leave them in the corridor, across from a large painting of a young Krieg with a Vulpix in his lap. There was more life in the face of that still shot than she had ever witnessed in the eyes of the wispy man in the flesh. But, she turned from it, knowing from Olin's thoughts that all was ready for them, “Come. Seviper is waiting for us."

That Seviper had been coiled up quite leisurely inside his suite for some time now, pondering his changed circumstances with some measure of wonderment. His room was quite similar to Gardevoir's, a comfortable fourposter bed, a scattering of antique furniture, and a large crackling fireplace before which he could warm himself and look towards a nearby window to watch the rain. He quite liked the rain. The sound was comforting somehow, and it was entertaining to observe the droplets race down the windowpane.

His life had begun in Mystic City, and like most of the Pokémon under the control of the crime syndicate, he had been conditioned for a singular purpose. It was their mantra. Just as a warrior Pokémon existed only to fight, and those with a single loss should 'fuck off and die', this pleasure Pokémon must bring satisfaction to those that make use of him or be similarly abandoned. That was the way of Team Nuzlocke. Every Pokémon was an itemised commodity, marketed as a tool, a weapon, or a sextoy. That is what they were for. That is what he was for. Failure in that purpose would not be tolerated. Not even once.

He'd never thought of his life as being particularly bad. In his mind, he was hardly a victim. He had been made use of by a great many Humans, and thought of mating as a rather pleasant experience. Every once in a while, he would even be allowed to climax! Seviper had passed through the hands of a half-dozen Masters, and eventually found himself in Wesson Town, scarcely serving for a month before an angry Salamence tore off the ceiling and claimed to be liberating them.

Liberating them from what?

The other Pokémon seemed to understand something that he didn't. They were all so pleased to be taken from that flophouse. Some had even danced with joy. Why? Their lives were wonderful! If he worked hard, he was praised – and every beating he had ever received had been for a good reason! If he was particularly good, he would be permitted to sleep in the room with the window so that he could watch the sky. And every two weeks, he got to eat meat! What life could possibly be better than that!?

For some reason, when he told that story, the Latias translating for him burst into tears. How confusing. She must only get meat once a month. A very dark look had fallen across the face of the strange armoured man that she was travelling with at that point, and he'd taken his former Master into a side room for what he called 'a conversation between men'. Strange. He'd called it a conversation, but Seviper knew very well what a beating sounded like.

He'd returned, cleaning his knuckles with an embroidered handkerchief, and stated that he had taken a special interest in Seviper and would be ensuring personally that he would find a worthy Master. How encouraging. Perhaps he might be allowed to have meat once a tenday! Why on earth was the Latias crying again? Could it be that she was not permitted meat at all? Poor girl. It was quite alright. He would share some of his own! Drat. Now she was crying harder. What was wrong with this Pokémon!?

The Dragon-Psychic had given him a strange hug, and demanded to know his name. A name? He was Seviper. Only the top Pokémon of Team Nuzlocke were allowed to have names. Like the boss's Cofagrigus and the sub-boss's Lycanroc. He had a number, if she wanted to know that?

It had been a fortnight since that day, and Seviper had spent most of that time undergoing various checkups at the Pokémon Centre. Explanations of the wider world had all sounded like nonsense. All that he really wanted was his window. The idea of anything more than that was too big, too scary. Gideon had pondered him for quite some time, and eventually come up with an idea. He would show Seviper that there was more to mating than just being made use of. And if he could accept that, then perhaps he could accept that there was more to the world in general. Baby steps, he'd called it. Or perhaps baby slithers.

Now he was due to mate with this Olin person. Of course, he had some preparations of his own to perform in anticipation of that! Failure to properly equip himself would surely result in a beating, and Seviper was keen to make a good impression. He'd a great leather sheathe into which he slid the blade of his tail. The edge would be exceptionally sharp for a warrior Pokémon, whetted daily upon hard stones to a deadly cut – but his own had grown to be comparatively blunt. Even so, it oozed venom, and must be sealed away tightly!

He'd sufficient control over his fangs to prevent them leaking, but one could never be too careful. Those as well were each mitigated with their own spire of leather. Perfect. Now, all that he had to do was present his cloaca to the Human – and if he was lucky, he might find enjoyment of his own. Well, Gideon had promised him enjoyment, but it was hard to believe that. Humans had walked in and told him that his world would be rocked before, only to be done in a few minutes. Those were the worst. Not for the disappointment of not finding pleasure himself – but because he'd often be accused of looking down on them or appearing to be smug no matter what expression he made when they finished quickly, and it almost always resulted in severe punishment.

Seviper checked his reflection in the mirror, twisting his body on the patterned Wooloo rug to find a nice position to show himself off in. A lot of Humans found his snake body to be quite distasteful, so he would usually coil himself up away from them with only the last third of his body draped out to provide access to his cloaca. Though, while there were some advantages to ensuring that he was fully aroused before anyone entered his room, he did have his own preferences as well…

His favourite thing was to be mated while his hemipenes remained within his slit, partially everted but unable to emerge by obstruction of the cock fucking his cloaca. There was a wonderful submission to it, those few moments where he would be able to look at his cum-dripping slit for a few moments before his own male equipment erupted from it. The denial of his masculinity was certainly exotic, but not one that he often had the chance to enjoy – and he'd never managed to reach his own peak when taken this way before the Human had finished inside him and withdrawn.

He'd been close though. Drat. Stop thinking about it, Seviper! If you become aroused now, then that will be off the table completely! Focus on the raindrops. That's better…

The snake Pokémon was still pondering the rain when the door opened at last, a very large man and a Gardevoir entering the room and closing it carefully behind him. Gideon and Krieg were absent, partaking in a rather important discussion privately – but Olin gave his usual smile and slight wave, “Hello, I'm Olin. I'm going to be mating with you today, if that's alright?"

Strange. What sort of Human asked for permission? Seviper nodded, of course.

In another world he would have been called Nordic in appearance, large of frame with a golden mane of hair and deep blue eyes – it was strange for Seviper to see such a friendly looking face on a Human. Gardevoir read him in an instant, and her face screwed up as she absorbed the surface thoughts of the snake Pokémon. She took a moment to master herself, and then casually spoke to her companion through her telepathy, “If you make a mess of this one, Olin – I will not forgive you."

The man just nodded his head, “No problem. I don't know any of the details, but Krieg says I need to be gentle." He shrugged, “Well, he actually said to just do my usual thing and just not get carried away this time…" Olin removed his chequered shirt and tossed it onto the bed, having gotten used to how quickly his amorous encounters with Pokémon tended to progress. But when he took a knee beside Seviper and held out his hand for them, the snake regarded him curiously, and just shook their tail a little at him, offering themselves.

What was this Human doing? Reaching towards his face? Was he going to grab his head and force his cock between his fangs? That could be a little dangerous if any of his venom spilled… He didn't want to hurt this Human. He didn't want to hurt anyone. But a warm hand found his cheek, and Olin's thumb dragged along his black scales curiously. How odd. There was something so intimate about this touch, despite the lack of sexuality to it. His other hand came up as well, pressing at the hexagonal mark upon his head and running back.

“You're very soft…" Olin commented. Seviper could appear to be a little intimidating, even with leather sheathes over their fangs and tailblade. The yellow markings and protrusions from their body broke up the smooth texture of the scales, the muscle beneath with its own sense of power to it. The snake Pokémon uncoiled a little as he took his time stroking their body, his warmth drank in by the imposing creature. There was something addicting about it, this creature perhaps a little thicker than his thigh, as long as his body and half of it again – there was a wonderful validation to how they would press into his petting as he ran his hands along them.

Curious. No Human had ever greeted him like this! There was normally only one part of his body that anyone was interested in, and the touch-starved Seviper could not quite help the shuffling loose of his length and recoiling of his body about the arm of the man. A psychic voice was projected over them, “Before you 'do your usual thing', this Seviper has a preference for being mated without any foreplay." Gardevoir sighed, levitating a small vial over to Olin, “Be wary of the venom. Those leather sheathes are not infallible, and Vee will be very disappointed if you are returned to her unsexed."

Gardevoir would be disappointed as well. Not that she'd ever admit that.

Another oddity. What was this mysterious fluid? The Human had slipped out of what remained of his clothes, taking a seat on the rug beside him and pouring the contents of the bottle over his crotch. Well, even with that mystery, Seviper knew what was coming next! He slipped himself off of the man, placing his main body as far away as was possible and dropping the last quarter of himself into the lap of the Human.

It was quite surprising how far down on the snake Pokémon this slit was to be found, and Olin briefly surveyed the press of scales that concealed his prize. He grasped their lower body, “Hey, come back over here. It feels kinda impersonal if you're halfway across the room, you know?" He thought for a moment, “It felt pretty nice when you squeezed my arm as I was stroking you. Krieg's mansion can be a bit chilly – here, let me…"

He guided the Seviper back to him, and shifted their body, little by little, wrapping the snake Pokémon around himself. Three great loops about the torso of this giant Human, and he was left with the end of his tail free between their legs, and their head over his shoulder. Warm. This Human was so warm. His arms were squeezing him, just as Seviper's body was squeezing back, “There you go. Cute guy like you deserves something nice and intimate."

Cute? Nobody had ever called him that before.

The lowermost section of Seviper was limp in his hands, his to use, and he raised it up slightly to take a closer look at what he would be dealing with. The cloaca was a good three quarters of the way down their body if the tailblade was discounted, a press of scales which yielded easily to his thumbs when he applied pressure to part them. Krieg had given him a quick primer on what to expect of serpentine biology, the twinned masculinity of this Seviper inverted and stored within the tail – below and a little to each side of a parted pink opening.

Seviper swallowed, resting his sheathed fangs over the shoulder of the Human that was spreading his sex and examining him so curiously. He lacked the appendages necessary to observe himself in this way, and found himself looping around the back of Olin's neck to see himself from their other shoulder. Another swallow. The maleness of this Human was enormous, easily the biggest that he had ever contended with, and it rested against that opening, glistening with the clear lubrication he had tipped over himself.

“I normally take a while to work up to this part…" Olin sounded a little disappointed. He hoped to explore this unique genitalia a little more thoroughly with his fingers and his tongue before moving on to sex. But, if this was the preference of Seviper, then so be it! The snake Pokémon was rather affectionate, squeezing his body as if in affirmation of each motion, their cheek nuzzled into his neck. For a creature that appeared to be so vicious in design, this one was profoundly gentle.

Their soft demeanour tempered his instinct to dominate them, despite the intensity of his arousal. A few months ago, he'd never thought of Pokémon as sexual creatures at all, but now the idea of sinking his cock into this unique genitalia was enticing enough for a droplet of precum to already crown his iron-hard length. Olin had found himself to be a lot more productive since his encounter with Primarina, not only in climax but in the build up to it as well. It would be easy to mistake this singular opening for a pussy, and as he pressed the head of his maleness against it, he did for a moment, “Good girl…"

The Seviper twitched against his cheek. He didn't consider himself to be a female, but that further denial of his maleness had a profound effect on him. His hemipenes immediately began to evert, yet the unyielding press of Olin's cock into his cloaca had overwhelmed his slit entirely, leaving no space for them to bypass him. A psychic voice interrupted his attempt to correct himself, “No. Keep speaking to him as if he's a girl. Deny his masculinity. That's what he likes."

It was unlike Gardevoir to be so helpful. Guidance had come without her usual cutting remarks, and Olin would have found that more out of place if he'd enough of his mind left over from processing the wonderful pleasure of slowly sheathing his cock inside this Seviper. His hands were set at either side of their lower tail, the body thin enough here for his thumbs and fingertips to touch, the leather sheathed tailblade draped to one side as Olin sat cross-legged with what increasingly felt like a living sextoy in his lap.

He gave a soft moan as his penetration continued, and Seviper hissed out his tongue against the heat of the man's throat. Yes. This was precisely what he had hoped for. The superior cock of this Human was sinking into his core, the mass of it grand enough to bully his hemipenes into submission. The heat of their maleness warmed his core, the aid of that vial of lubrication removing the pain he would usually experience to make the pleasant stretching feeling all the more delightful.

“Good girl…" He crooned, and Seviper undulated their insides with the precise muscle control of a snake, “I like a grateful pussy." Olin searched for a narrative in his mind, “It may as well be a cunt. Those inferior little cocks of yours should stay in your slit where they belong. I don't want to see them at all until you've creamed your own pussy." His practiced movements had sank almost half of his cock into that tight hole, and Olin could feel the slight swell under his hands as he forced himself deeper.

Little by little, he dragged the snake Pokémon onto his cock, “That's it. Good girl…" The Seviper gave a slight moan in the wake of those words. They numbed his mind and made his body weak. He'd submitted to Humans many times in the past, but every mating had been so impersonal. The affirmation of Olin's grasp of his body, the soothing voice in his ear, the warmth against his scales, and the superior cock sinking into his cloaca – this was a very different sort of surrender. His own hemipenes were already as everted as they could be within that tight space, still trapped within his slit and beaten down by the cock of a proper male.

“You moan like a female." The call of a Seviper was quite harsh, but his exhalations had already taken on a mildly feminine edge, “And you should, too. A cute little thing like you should be getting fucked by a real man." He gave a slight smile, “I see it just like the Pokémon, I think. I don't care about male or female. There's just domination and submission. I'm the Master. That's what my role is. All you need to do is surrender."

Another hissing moan, much louder this time. The Human hilted inside him, and held him close to delight in the tightness of his body. Seviper was struggling to keep his breath. Not only was this the largest cock he had ever taken, but the words of this man pierced him in a way which made the desperate strain of his own hemipenes against them verge on painful. Yes. This is what he was for. He'd always known that. But there was such a difference between being mated without care, and this affirming sensuality.

Is this what he had been missing out on all this time? Was there a Master out there in the world that could give him this whenever he wished for it? His thoughts were bludgeoned into pleasure as the Human partially withdrew, his hemipenes gaining some ground only to be forced back when Olin thrust forward once more.

His gasp was urgent, some pleasure drawn from those twinned cocks as they were beaten back down into submission once more by the powerful mating of a superior male. The idea of his cloaca being like a pussy suited him well. Seviper was undeniably male, but his masculinity was under assault not only by the overpowering rut of Olin's cock, but by his words as well. It forced him into submission, made him cling to the male fucking him so fiercely, and had his insides seize at that enormous Human cock in gratitude.

Olin found a pace, finding that the pressure around the opening of a slit made tight by the hemipenes he was denying the protrusion of resulted in a wonderful tightness right at that point of penetration. He made small rocking motions of his hips, but each thrust was ultimately a downward drag of the snake Pokémon into his lap, their body his to use as he wished, a living sextoy that he wielded as a masturbatory aid. His cock was slickened by a great stream of his own precum, enough natural lubrication produced already to supplant the fluid that he had started with. It aided his pace, and he soon found a comfortable rhythm int which to fuck the submissive Seviper.

He was going to cum. Seviper knew it for a certainty. He'd never made these sorts of noises before, an intense hiss at the hilting of every penetration which he coloured with a feminine whine. His race were generally quite vicious, and while he had always considered himself to be quite the opposite of what was normal for his species, there was a small flame of masculine aggression buried at the heart of him. Perhaps that is why he could still find himself bright-cheeked with shame and humiliation when his maleness was denied. All that he knew is that to be dominated to the extent that he was not even allowed to be a male made his cocks throb and his heart flutter.

His sheathed fangs scraped against Olin's shoulder, his red eyes squeezed shut, and Seviper came harder than he knew it was possible to do so. His hemipenes erupted with serpent essence, flooding the inside of his slit with liquid submission, his insides flexing upon the cock that had mastered him so easily. A gentle embrace, dominant words in his ear, and a mighty cock bullying his own into subservience and stretching his cloaca – that is all that it took to make of him an enthusiastic whore, moaning desperately and thrusting down his tail to devour more of that superior Human maleness.

There was only so much of that Olin was able to take, the man giving a slight snarl of his own as his balls clenched and he delivered a gratuitous amount of cum to the core of the lascivious snake Pokémon. He held them tightly, the mass of his cock enough to seal their prodigious load deep inside the Seviper, the comparatively meagre offering of those hemipenes locked inside the slit, “Watch. I want you to see when I pull out. You may be male, but you're not a man. This is what a submissive pussy looks like when it's had a proper cock inside it…"

Another snarl, and Olin dragged free his superior Human maleness, using his thumbs to keep their slit spread wide. The cloaca immediately divested a stream of thick and vulgar essence, the opening swimming in a lake of watery snake cum. The two hemipenes everted at last, and a soft squeeze from Olin encouraged the mess to thoroughly douse the sex of this whore Seviper.

The eroticism of the sight almost had the snake cum a second time, and as the hands which were spreading his slit now moved to each grab one of his twinned cocks, he immediately did. Each maleness was near featureless, a pink spire of flesh that was just enough to fill the hands of the large man, and a little under half the size of the Human at best. Pretty big for a Pokémon admittedly, but he still felt defeated when Olin placed his superior manhood between them to make exactly clear how much he was outclassed.

One cock was released in the wake of that second orgasm, Olin capturing a little of their serpentine essence with his pointer finger and bringing it up to his mouth. Sampling the various Pokémon he had been with in this way had become something of a curiosity for him, and this would be his third of the Poison Type – but the only one to be solely so. Beneath the usual musk, there was a tarte sourness to it – a little similar to Scolipede, but lacking the sweetness with which her femcum had been cut with. Not bad at all. He'd look forward to fucking this horny Seviper until every last drop of it was plastered over their belly!

But first, there was fun to be had. For Olin, the idea of two cocks on one body was quite a novel one, and he found himself toying with them idly as the snake head at his shoulder looked down upon themselves and squirmed against his body. He drew them apart and was able to see the opening of their messy cloaca between them, the hole perhaps a little above and giving the appearance that their genitalia was somehow upside down. He returned his own cock to be sandwiched between them, and taking all three masculinities inside the encircling grasp of his hands, he began to slowly stroke the combined lengths.

More moaning and squirming from Seviper. The heat of the larger Human cock washed over his own hemipenes, the slick of a messy orgasm inundating their hold with cum, and a truly lewd feeling overtook him as his cloaca drooled at the underside of Olin's maleness. He had been used many times, and this was not that. He was not being used, he was being mastered. The inferiority of his manhood was fully on display, his gaped pussy evidence of conquest, and the sport that was made of him a demonstration of control.

It clicked inside of his head. He'd never been mated before. If this was mating, then every time that he had ever been fucked, it could not have been called that. There was a much grander world of pleasure to be had than he ever could have imagined, a depth to submission which was truly comfortable, a surrender which came with the affirmation of being owned completely. Maybe there was more to life than the little square of his window after all? Maybe the right Master could bring the sky a little closer.

“Cute." It was a comment from Gardevoir, most unexpected of all – and she quickly disguised it by continuing, “Seviper was promised pleasure! Are you just going to play with him, or are you going to deliver? This is the only thing you're good at, so – so just do it!"

Olin smiled, “You hear that, Seviper? Gardevoir thinks I'm good at mating."

“You-!" She scowled, “Damn you, Olin! Don't you dare imagine that you're mating with me! I can see the inside of your head! Why am I wearing that accursed lace choker again!? You brute! I've only just forgiven you for making me kiss you!" The empty can crumpled in her hand, “And now you're thinking of that! There was no tongue! That's a lie! I misspoke! You're dreadful at mating! Any Pokémon that would find your vulgar words and barbarous fucking enjoyable needs their head examined! You're not attractive at all!"

She pouted, her spiral of indignity mounting. But Olin returned his attention to Seviper. This was about them, after all – and adorable though Gardevoir was when she had these little tantrums, he had a horny snake to take care of. Olin pulled those twinned cocks apart, and set his own between them to the opening of their cloaca once more, using the hempienes as a lever to pull the snake Pokémon down onto his superior Human masculinity.

Seviper wailed, a fresh tone of a higher pitch corrupting their cry. The protrusion of his hemipenes meant that while his cloaca was unaffected – his protective slit was forced particularly wide by this vast penetration. It was not pain, but a wonderfully fulfilling ache, his twin cocks throbbing in the hands of the Human as Olin used them as handholds to forcibly drag the snake Pokémon back and forth. It took barely a half-dozen thrusts before Seviper endured his third climax, his small cocks leaving little ropes of white to stripe his black belly scales.

Olin mated him through the sensitivity of that orgasm, determined to fulfil his ambition of fucking the snake until they were entirely dry of their own essence and pumped completely full of his own. The sight of that oozing cloaca had been so alluring, the bullying of a smaller masculinity affirming to him as a dominant male. Familiar fantasies of ownership played out behind his eyes, and while he was careful not to surrender to his instincts as he had with Primarina, he found himself indulging in them no less.

This is what a submissive Pokémon was for, male or female, just as Gideon had said, when it came to these creatures the only language that mattered in sexuality was that of domination and submission. A straight Pyroar had already raised his tail for him. A submissive Seviper now demanded their maleness be subverted to further the depths of their surrender. The idea was so empowering. The right presence to himself, the right type of dominance, affirmation, sometimes gentleness, but always superiority – that was what made him a Master. That was his role. And the Pokémon that submitted to him, the Pokémon that he earned dominance over – well, all they had to do was writhe at the end of his cock until they surrendered themselves entirely.

“How distasteful." It was an expected psychic remark, and Olin realised that he had quite been looking forward to it, “Do not imagine all Pokémon to be so easy! I for one would never surrender, no matter how impressive you-!" She covered her mouth, despite the voice being a psychic one, “Damn you, Olin! Stop tricking me into saying such appalling things! You brute! You fiend! You pervert!"

“Miss…?" The Seviper hissed softly, “He is very… impressive…" He moaned, his tongue flickering against Olin's neck, “I've never felt like… this before… I'm so happy… but you seem like a nice lady… so if you want… you can have my turn…"

“N-no!" She shook her head, and then deflated, keeping the words that followed just for the snake Pokémon, “You just enjoy yourself, Seviper. Olin is a brute! But… if he's making you feel good, then have your fill of him." She pouted, “I'm not jealous at all!"

Entirely ignorant of that exchange – Olin had found the perfect rhythm for his mating, enjoying the squeezing feeling of Seviper coils around his body while he dragged their lower tail up and down in his lap by the handholds of their hemipenes. The snake Pokémon climaxed once more, Olin finding that to use them as if they were a masturbatory aid was quite sufficient to bring them to ruinous pleasure when he added his own little flourishes to their mating. A grind of his hips at the apex of each thrust, a soft squeeze of those twinned cocks, the rub of his thumb against each peak. He learned their body and he mastered it, rewarded with a grateful crush of his cock by their subservient cloaca.

Each time his cock hilted, it made their hemipenes point outwards lewdly, the two lesser masculinities entirely subdued by the enormity thrust between them, throbbing pink spires pathetic against the tower of his maleness. Goodra slime had increased his sexual stamina, and Primarina femcum enhanced his productivity, the sounds of their rut becoming a sloppy clapping of cum-drenched scales against skin, the shlicking of a messy cloaca forced wide. Minor though these changes had been, the aftereffects of potent draconic aphrodisiac and aquatic fairy magic, he couldn't help but wonder what other enhancements might await him in the future.

Of course, most of all – he hoped that whatever happened to his body, it would be to the benefit of the gratuitously erotic creatures that it had become his career to mate with. And naturally, his own trio of Pokémon back home!

For a lot of snake Pokémon, the primary threat of the creature was the crush of their coils, yet Seviper was so reliant on their overlarge fangs and tailblade, those natural weapons swimming in venom, that even at the heights of uncontrolled pleasure, their grasp around Olin was little more than an affirming squeeze bearing down at each climax. He'd enjoyed quite a few of these serpentine cuddles now, and as Seviper's head now lolled against his shoulder, held there only by the drag of his sheathed fangs, those twitches had become entirely involuntary.

Perfect. Cute little submissive males like Seviper deserved to be fucked into limp surrender. His body may have given up, but even with orgasms now near dry, his hemipenes remained hard in Olin's hands. The man was nearing his own climax, revelling in his control over the lesser male and determined to show the emptied out snake Pokémon what a real cumshot looked like. His orbs churned, his arousal peaked, and he wondered if he should thank or curse Primarina for the gratuity of the orgasm to come.

He snarled, the suppression of what would otherwise have been a masculine roar, waves of pleasure assailing his body as he flooded Seviper's cloaca with potent masculinity, superior Human essence voluminous enough to have their belly swell. The small bulge advanced to an egg-like gravidity, Olin gritting his teeth as his body unleashed every ounce of accumulated male dominance into the submissive pussy of his conquest. Either Fairy Types had a little magic in them after all, or Olin had emptied his balls once, refilled them, and emptied them again.

Seviper rewarded him with a final climax of his own, a grateful orgasm which milked all that Olin had to offer, his serpentine hemipenes throbbing handholds for the amusement of the man that had dominated him so completely. No elaborate foreplay had been required, no special technique, only a satisfying and intimate mating with the closeness of a caring partner. Lovemaking. That is what Seviper had never known that he was missing.

But he wouldn't realise that until he reflected on this moment much later. Right now, his ferocious red eyes were focused on the sight of his gaped cloaca when Olin unsheathed himself, the diminishing bulge of his lower body as a mess of essence leaked from his hole to coat his scales in their combined seed. He fell against the Human entirely now, exhausted completely despite most of the activity being in the hands of Olin. He'd never had much stamina, after all.

The snake Pokémon started to snore, and Olin grinned up at Gardevoir, “Cute. Just like you said." He sighed softly, “I wish there was enough space at my apartment for another Pokémon. Krieg was really tight-lipped about Seviper's circumstances, but I feel like he needs some love."

She gave a slight huff. Olin looked so intimate with the snake Pokémon, holding onto the sleeping creature so tenderly. He may be a despicable Human, but it was hard not to wonder how comfortable that embrace would be if she was in it. It surprised her that he had enough common sense to realise that three companions was really pushing the limits of that tiny living space already. And it surprised her as well how quick she added, “Well, if you intend to have more Pokémon, you could always move to a bigger home!" Her face twitched, “Not that you even deserve the three that you have! I would be baffled to find that any other Pokémon wished to belong to you!"

He stroked the Seviper softly, “Well – I'd need a pretty good reason to think about moving. Those protests across the street have died down a bit, and rent is cheap…" Olin shrugged, “It'd take something pretty crazy for me to upscale!"

Those words were quite prophetic. As back at his crappy apartment, the window shattered when a large brick was thrown through it – “Poképhile cunt" scrawled onto the side of the projectile.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to everyone that made their snake Pokemon pitch in the last chapter. Arbok, Serperior, and Seviper ended up tied at the time that I started this, and I decided that Seviper was the one I wanted to go with. Also, extra special thanks to User DRLa for giving me some references and helping to explain some snake anatomy to me. I really appreciate the help - and of course, I appreciate all of the comments asking for these wonderful snakes as well!

Breeder Devon belongs to User Snakebussyorsnubussy - I hope you enjoyed the enthusiastic response of Reynard to adoption.

Special thanks to User Forgefather for being straight in there when I posted the last one to ask for a Jolteon. And User Arekusanderu with a nice idea for using a Ground type to counter a horny electric Pokemon. UserAdvancedCBMaster for a good call on some Espeon vs Sylveon fun. User Johnnyd1988 for the enthusiastic reception! User Snakebussyorsnubussy for the Arbok plug (which would have won if I'd started one day later as it then got an extra vote!). User DRLa for the assistance and Serperior vote. User Berry2257 for Seviper (now that they've had a go - maybe we'll see a Zangoose from someone?). User EWEW for their usual awesome encouragement (thanks for everything). User WinterWolf87 for... well, next chapter! User NoNoNope who is also a frequent commenter and one that I'm always super grateful to hear from (your encouragement helps keep me going - and everyone else as well!). User Greenhoof for a good push to hold off Gardevoir even longer - I really want to make her payoff worth it, and the stakes are about to be increased a bit too! User Oddreptile for the Absol plug (one of my faves!). And User Thelastfirstborn - your vote would have made Arbok the winner, but did come in time for me to be able to do your suggestion for slit play stuff, so I hope you still enjoyed!

As always, thanks for every fave, vote, folder sub (over 75, now! I wonder if this series will hit 100?), watch (I just hit 400! Thank you!), every last read - and most of all, every comment. The number of comments on these have been staggering, and I'm super grateful for all of them. The suggestions, ideas, and encouragement have been amazing, and it's your kind words that keep me writing at this pace.

Next up is female Lucario (if I can make it work), the sex chosen by User NoNoNope way back in the Luxray chapter when she first showed up, collared by Samantha Bent. My question for all of you is - what's the kink? I want to hit something fun with her, and am open to suggestions as always. Following that, I'm back to having no idea what's next in terms of Pokemon picks and kinks, so please pitch your favourite Pokemon, scenarios, and everything else as usual! I flick through these when thinking of each next entry, and while I can't do them all, a lot of the ideas filter through even for the ones I don't choose that time. If you've posted before, please don't hesitate to post again - the more detail to your ideas that you can give me, the more that I have to dwell on!

Also, just as with Arcanine, Scolipede, and Delphox - Seviper is also up for adoption. If you want your character included, please hit me with their name, sex, title (Bug Catcher, Breeder, Hiker, ect), and why they want to adopt this snake - along with any extra info. Will you give him meat more often than once a tenday?

Have a most excellent day.