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Ronald Bent licked his lips, their puckered flesh glistening like a pair of pale slugs. He was short and balding, greasy black hair combed over his sweaty pate, glasses like the bases of milk-bottles magnifying his dark eyes into bloodshot grotesqueries. His belly bulged outwards for his shirt to untuck from the pants of his expensive suit, the broad drape of his jacket accentuating his corpulence. His flickering tongue was a splash of crimson between the yellowed teeth of a lifetime smoker, the facial hair surrounding his toadlike mouth sparse tufts of jet. A mole lurked upon his cheek, projecting a single wiry bristle, his chin vanishing into his neck where the orange tie of the Opposition looked tight enough against his slack flesh to appear to be choking him.

He was a truly disgusting looking man, yet upon the stage there was a strange air of charisma to him. Presence. Power. His steps were assured as he approached the rostrum, his pupils darting back and forth as he evaluated his audience, assessing the clustered spectators lining the stands of Wesson Pokémon Gym's arena. His hands came to grip the wood, his knuckles shining white as long fingers bore down to wrestle with the podium. Before him was a list of names and profiles, and he spared them the smallest glance, eidetic memory sealing the information immediately into the iron trap of his mind.

The many entrants to the Amateur Rank of the Spring Tournament had been whittled down to the final sixteen, and they occupied the turf in neat ranks of four, each stood beside the Pokémon which held the position of Leader in their team. Ronald licked his lips again, and began to speak, his voice like oil over glass, “It is a tremendous honour and a great privilege to be here to announce the names of these noble Trainers, whom through their brilliance have earned the right to stand here today. I take great pride to include my own wonderful daughter, Samantha Bent, amongst them."

She responded with a smile and a small wave; her expression radiant for the cameras as for a moment all eyes panned to focus upon her, “While as a Parliamentary representative, my support is for all of you marvellous Trainers, you must forgive me for cheering the loudest for my own darling child." It was a beautifully practiced theatre, the Houndoom behind her tilting their head upwards to strike a perfect backing pose as the pretty blond swept a stray hair from her eyes and feigned a small blush of embarrassment. It was enough to summon up a few whoops of support from the stands.

Ronald Bent smiled as well, like a frog in pursuit of a lethargic fly, “Whenever I observe a Pokémon battle, I cannot help but give my thanks to Arceus for creating a world in which no Move may be levelled against a Human. You Trainers are brave indeed to stand so close! This Arena is a crucible of excitement and danger, the foremost form of entertainment in our nation – and the place where I believe that the natural order is most irrefutably demonstrated." He inhaled softly, the sound of his lungs distinctly wet, “As Humans, we understand best how to use Pokémon. And these wonderful creatures shine most brightly when they obey as they are designed to. I am anticipating the most dazzling show. Let these Trainers exhibit to us all how to make the finest use of our precious partners!"

His voice held a charm entirely foreign to his monstrous appearance, and he launched into the list of Trainers with a solid rhythm, allowing some momentary applause following each one as the camera took its time projecting their profiles onto an enormous holographic display. The announcement complete, he leaned forwards for one final remark, “Ah, and do remember to register to vote! I shall of course be running in pursuit of Sir Lastwall's seat – and as a man that cares very much about Pokémon welfare, I hope that you may join me in my endeavour to enshrine the Bent Bill into law, and to do away with this debauched Guide Project of his for good!"

He left the stage to rapturous applause, and it was in this moment that Olin looked around the Arena from his place on the field to find the coldness of reality setting in. It was easy to forget that those that engaged in relationships with their Pokémon were a tiny minority, the instincts of surrender and mastery fulfilled for most everyone else by the bonds forged through companionship, and the shared experience of battle. To have a Pokémon as your romantic partner was not normal, and it was even less so to have a half-dozen mates to whom you are equally devoted. In the company of Krieg, and Gideon, and having made the acquaintance of so many Trainers inclined towards poképhilia, that fact had become so much less tangible.

The gazes set upon him now felt like ice, for his name was well known in connection to the Guide Project, and the supporters of Ronald Bent were many. But Olin remained steadfast, taking the paw of the Lycanroc at his side and smiling warmly as Dusty squeezed his fingers. This was a minority worth fighting for. Olin was not a smart man, and he had no skill at politics – but he was strong and sturdy, both physically and mentally. He would tank the slings and arrows set against the Lastwall Campaign, and when the Guide Project succeeded in showing that there was nothing problematic at all about relationships between Humans and Pokémon, those Bent losers would be sent packing!

Perhaps it was a little naïve to simplify things to that extent, but Olin believed it. His gaze returned to the sea of people, and his steeled resolve allowed him to see more than opposition and apathy. A few faces shone out of the audience to him, some that he recognised. Axel, the young man that had adopted Arcanine sat in an isle seat. He'd checked in recently to reveal that he'd named his new Pokémon 'Win', the pseudo-legendary outing himself with quite the praise kink as words of adulation had swollen his sheathe right there in Krieg's drawing room. Chester Kent, the Master of Amalthea the Scolipede was somewhere towards the back, Sheena who had taken Seviper for her own watching amongst her trio of Pokémon, wedged in between her Mightyena and Luxray. Derick, the slightly exhausted looking mate of Lopunny, seemed to be on a date with his Pokémon, as well.

Olin wasn't even alone on the field, a glance to the side revealing Shiela the Linoone in the company of a fellow competitor; Kieth, her Master, giving him a nod of acknowledgement. His smile deepened, and it remained as the sixteen finalists marched together towards the stadium access tunnel to make way for the Bronze Rank Trainers and the continuation of the opening show of the Spring Tournament. A pity that he couldn't be in the stands watching things play out – Gideon's favourite band, Imagine Dragonites, were going to be playing before the next contestants were announced, but they'd be long gone by the time Olin had managed to pass through security.

But of course, there was one person down here with him that was determined to ruin his good mood, and she scarcely waited until they had vanished from the sight of the crowds to do it. Samantha Bent grabbed his large bicep and brought Olin to a halt, “So, how is my Lucario doing these days?" She licked her lips just like her father as he turned, the rest of the Amateur Rank Trainers streaming past them, the singsong of her provocation finding a cruel edge, “Worth every penny? There are cheaper Pleasure Pokémon out there, even for a pauper like you, you know?"

If not for her furrowed brow and angry scowl, Samantha Bent could be called beautiful. She wore a well-tailored suit, but her short skirt and sharp makeup hinted to a playfulness that made the outfit more of a costume than a mark of professionalism. She adjusted long blond hair and sublimated that warped expression of annoyance into one of aloof superiority, tilting back her head to look down her nose at the man despite his tremendous height advantage.

Olin gave a slow sigh, Dusty already starting to growl at the bored looking Houndoom at her side. A Dark Type? Didn't she say those were dangerous before? And no sign of a collar either. A queue had formed ahead of them at the security checkpoint, and she'd managed to corner him at the end of it, “Hello again, Miss." He tried his best at diplomacy, looking away from the mystery of her team, “Lucy is doing fine. And she's not a Pleasure Pokémon. Please don't call her that."

“It's whatever I say it is." She scoffed and gave a mocking shrug, “That's what you don't seem to understand." And her pretty face scrunched up again into a scowl, “And that's what pisses me off so much. A Warrior Pokémon is for fighting. A Pleasure Pokémon is for fucking. A Work Pokémon is for labour. They're tools. Things for us to use. Do you want to have a romantic entanglement with a hammer? You pokephiles are all sick in the head." She glared down at Dusty, “A Pokémon isn't a person. It's an object. And better yet – being an object is what it wants. They were hatched to be used. And we were born to use them."

He shook his head, “You're wrong."

Samantha jabbed his chest with her fingertip, her pink nails a flurry of jabs, her voice lowering into a furious hiss, “I'm right! And I've had enough of being covert about this! You're too stupid to understand unless I spell it out! Do you know, daddy halved my allowance after I got caught on camera using the collar on that bitch!? The Civil Service launched a disciplinary against me!" She withdrew as a few heads at the back of the queue began to turn, her voice arriving now in full force, “I am going to destroy you, Olin Catley! Don't you dare lose before you face me on the field! I'll get you! And your little dog, too!" She walked right past the queue, skipping to the head of the checkpoint, “Get out of my way, you filthy commoners!" And moments later, she was gone.

“Wow, what a piece of work…" A feminine yet boisterous voice came from his side, an unfamiliar young woman striding forth to approach him now that the commotion was over, “Really? 'Filthy commoners'? She talks like a minor antagonist from a shit tier anime." Her hair was short and crimson, her skin olive, and she wore a simple tracksuit, hands in pockets, “Uncle said these Bent folks were all shitters. I figured he was just exaggerating since he's pissed they got him kicked out of the League. Guess he was right, though." She tilted her head, and grinned brightly, “Carol Gladhand. And this is my team Leader, Sallet." The Corviknight at her side lowered her head in a small greeting, “Nice to meet the Pokéfucker in chief at last. Uncle Gids won't shut up about you! Bwahahaha!"

A stern man towards the back of the queue shook his head, “Disgusting." He crossed his arms, the Sableye beside him mimicking the gesture, “The Bent Bill will put an end to these depraved relationships. And you and your ilk shall certainly go to Hell."

Another man shrugged, a stoic Greninja at his shoulder, “That Pokémon abuse stuff is all rubbish. You think a Pokémon can't say no? Let them love whoever they want to love. It's not like it affects us." He shook his head, the pink scarf he was wearing to imitate the tongue of his partner swishing back and forth, “If you want to pick a fight, do it on the field. I hate all this political crap – I just want to sharpen my skills."

Olin looked for allies amongst those few remaining in the queue, and then gave a slight sigh as Kieth and Shiela had already passed the checkpoint, “Uh… Look – I don't really get the politics either. Krieg- uh, Mr. Lastwall has explained it to me a few times, and it's still confusing, just…" He placed his fist into his palm, “That Ronald Bent is bad news. He's the guy that got that law that stops Psychic Types walking alone passed. Putting up walls between Humans and Pokémon, shock collars, treating them like items… it's all heading somewhere awful." His eyes shone, “If we can stop his thing banning relationships between Humans and Pokémon, then all that other stuff comes crashing down, too."

The man with the Sableye scoffed, “How arrogant. That's nothing but a convenient excuse for indulging in your Sin. This is the first step to some sort of commoditisation of Pokémon? A whole race collared and itemised? Conspiracy theory rubbish. Grow up." He turned his back, making it clear that the conversation was over.

But the Greninja Trainer gave a slight sigh, “Well, I don't really buy all of what you're selling. And I'm no Poképhile either. But that politician gives me the creeps." He brought his finger and thumb to his chin, pondering for a few moments, but then he shook his head, “No. I want nothing to do with it. It's not like a single vote will make the difference, anyway. If they try and collar my Shura, then we'll just leave. I've got family in Eurasia, and the battle scene there is pretty lucrative…"

Carol huffed as the man walked away, “Well. You can't win them all, I guess. Or even one of them by the looks of things." She reached up and clapped Olin on the shoulder, “Cheer up, Pokéfucker! Lemme finish my introduction!" The sporty woman span on the spot, pointing at him dramatically with every bit of her uncle's flair, “My name is Carol Gladhand! And I say that Dragon Types suck! Bird Pokémon are supreme!"

She gestured towards her Corviknight, “Look at that natural armour! Those imposing claws! The sharpness of the beak! The intimidating red glare! Every feather perfectly preened! Isn't she just wonderful!?" The Pokémon shuffled from foot to foot, clearly embarrassed but holding on, “She's even taller than you, but despite all of that armour, she's not heavy at all! Super smart! Super cool! Way better than a Dragon! Uncle Gids can suck it! And after I win this Tournament, I'm gonna win the whole League, get them to let him back in, and force him to grovel at my feet, weeping with gratitude! Bwahahaha!"

There was a strong sense of déjà vu, especially in that accursed laugh, and Olin found himself only able to stand there blinking as Gideon's niece furiously gestured at each key feature of her partner. Dusty exhaled a growling sigh, and he exchanged a look with his Lycanroc before responding, “Very… impressive?"

“I knew you would agree! Bwahahaha! That's why I already set everything up in advance! The room used to belong to the on-call Psychic Type before someone adopted him. That fortune teller Delphox who did fireworks and stuff – didn't you fuck him as well? We can head down there as soon as we're through the security checkpoint and get started!"

Oblivious Olin tilted his head, “Get started?"

“Well, yeah? Since you agree that my Sallet is the most impressive Pokémon you've ever seen, and the most perfect and beautiful Corviknight in the whole world – of course you're gonna add her to the Guide Project! The country needs to know! The whole Human race needs to know how amazing sex with Bird Pokémon is! So, we're jumping the queue! I already called Kriegy and made him agree!" Carol grabbed his shoulders, bouncing on the spot with enthusiasm, “Two Birds, one Rock Throw! I'm here for the Spring Tournament anyway, and I'm not missing out on this chance! I can't wait to dab on Uncle Gids after you tell him you prefer Birds to Dragons! Bwahahaha!"

Olin didn't get much of an opportunity to voice any resistance as he was dragged through the security gate and then down into the depths of the coliseum, spending most of the time on a confirmatory phone call with Krieg. They withdrew their Pokémon for travel, passing through some small crowds before the winding corridors took them to a familiar room. Carol continued to speak as they closed into their goal, “Apparently all of the data that I volunteered is 'too biased', but I don't think that's true at all. They accepted information from that Sheena person – why not me? It's not like I'm obsessed or anything like my nutter of an Uncle…" She grumbled, “Any idiot can see that Birds are best… Anyway, I got deputised by the Lastwall Campaign for a day, so I get to see this all play out. I hear it's pretty normal for you to end up meeting someone and skipping straight to sex stuff, huh?"

She paused before the door, “The truth is, I don't really get all of the political crap either. Sallet does, though – she understands it better than most people, I think." Carol took a few moments to weigh her words, “So, she wanted to volunteer. I can't say I'm too jazzed to have my mate fuck some guy I don't know, even if Uncle Gids says you're cool. Figured I'd ambush you in the access tunnel before I lost my nerve – so we're doing this now, before I back us out." She raised her fist, “You fuck this up, and I'll sock it to you! You get me? I mate with all my birds, but Sallet is special! She wants this so we're doing it!"

“I get you. Really." Olin nodded his head obediently. It wasn't a space that he was ever expecting to see again, and without Reynard's possessions the room seemed to be quite barren. A small table and chairs, a bed in the corner, and the connecting door to the showers. He gave a small huff as they entered and finally managed to speak more freely, “I'm certainly not gonna refuse, if this is what Sallet wants. I'm doing my best to make the Guide Project to succeed, and that means taking every chance I get to add another entry." Carol marched past and began to move the furniture aside to make room at the heart of this limited space, “What are you doing?"

“Making space for the courtship ritual." She shoved the last chair aside, “Uncle Gids said you were an agreeable guy. Go with the flow. Told me that ten minutes after introducing myself I could probably get you balls-deep into Corviknight." Carol checked her watch, “Maybe not that fast, bwahahaha!" Carol rolled her shoulder, the zip-up jacket of her sportswear catching, “Still, I wanna do this properly. I'm a pretty brash girl, but Sallet is a proper lady. So, here's the deal…" She wore a more resolute expression, “You gotta be a gentleman. Follow her lead for a bit, then I'm gonna watch you mate with my Pokémon. Give my Sallet a good fuck, then we can go get a drink or some shit. Sound good? Of course it does! Life comes at you fast! Here we go!"

Corviknight materialised from the crimson light of her Pokéball, quickly glancing between her Master and the large man that looked like he had something more to say but was in the process of being talked over. Carol was always like this. Boisterous and petulant, she had a habit of charging off and assuming that everyone else was following her. Olin was the mystery. Of course, she'd heard the rumours that the Psychic Types were spreading, just about every Pokémon in Wesson Town had by this point – and some in the surrounding wilds as well. But she reserved her true judgement until meeting him in the flesh. Not very bright, a little clumsy with his words, but earnest and good. Their brief time in his presence had revealed him to be every inch the person that she expected, and as impulsive as any Pokémon, she made her judgement quickly.

The space was scarcely large enough for her, but she still managed to spread her wings wide, slowly lowering her chest in a great bow, “My Lord, I am honoured to be mated by a worthy Human." Her words may be incomprehensible Pokéspeak to him, but she still maintained her decorum as if presenting herself to another of her own species, “I am Sallet. With the permission of my mate and Master, I ask you to… be my first male."

Despite practising the words in her head over and over for some hours since forming her resolve to do her part for the Guide Project, it was still difficult to be mentally prepared for what was to come. Quite a few Pokémon had probably mated with this Olin as casually as this, meeting him, having their fill, and then those with Masters returning to them and those without being found their new partners through the Lastwalls. But for Corviknight, to mate at all was a hallowed act, and this was not a path that she chose lightly. It was about more than Carol's ego, and more than her own honour. She understood Human politics enough to see value in the Guide Project, and took this opportunity to support it.

Carol cleared her throat, and the large Human got the hint, spreading his own arms wide and returning the elaborate bow. Tall and muscular, he certainly matched her stature – though Olin overbalanced slightly and nearly fell over when attempting to lower himself as deeply as she had. Sallet smiled with her eyes. It was a little endearing and undercut some of her nerves. He spoke, “Uh… am I doing it right?"

“Close enough." The young woman inclined her chin, “Tell her your name and stuff."

He nodded his head, “Hello. I'm Olin." His soft blue eyes met her hard crimson, “I'm going to mate with you, if that's okay." And then he smiled, “It may be for the Guide Project, but that doesn't make you any less cute. I'll do my best to make this good for you."

A worthy Human, indeed. She slowly rose, her ascent imitated as Olin withdrew from his own bow, “Thank you." Now for the important part. Why was her Master sniggering? No matter. Sallet swept her wings across her body, hopping forward with a small clatter of her natural armour. She spread them wide and had them quiver, bobbing her head forwards and then jumping from side to side in an elaborate dance. It was a demonstration suited to corvids, a mating ritual of sweeping wings, jabbing beaks, and delicate hops. And it could not be called elegant.

Carol lost the ability to keep a straight face, but did manage to hold her voice level, “Okay… now copy that."

“Shit." Olin swore under his breath, “What was it…" He muttered, “Hop, sweep, jab? No, hop, hop, jab, sweep…?" It felt like a rhythm minigame from an old handheld console title, and after a deep breath, he decided to simply try his best and freestyle it. His arms swept, his chest thrust out, his legs jerked upwards as he hopped back and forth. For such a large man, the show was entirely ridiculous, but when met with such an earnest look from the Corviknight, he couldn't help but put his heart into it. It didn't help that Carol had needed to resort to biting her fist to suppress her giggling.

Well, it was certainly an… attempt, and Sallet appreciated the enthusiasm. At least he hadn't fallen over like her Master had the first time! She advanced a few final hops to stand before the Human as his mating display finished, indicating her approval by passing her beak past his shoulder and adjusting the hair of his golden mane. Helpfully, Carol spoke up, “Not bad. All that's left is preening. It's like foreplay. Use your fingers to straighten up her feathers. Be nice and gentle, sometimes the dance misaligns them a little bit."

“Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to give you the inside track, right? Well, I'm keeping her secrets for myself, so this is all gonna be pretty standard…" She pulled out her phone, pointing it at the two of them, “I wish Kriegy would let me keep the video. Bah. Anyway! The armour is hard, duh, the beak is sharp, duh, the claws are also sharp, duh again." Carol rolled her eyes, “Be a bit careful of her instinctively grabbing your thighs with her feet – sometimes she grips too hard. Ah, and the wing feathers can be a bit like iron wool in places, so keep your petting mostly to her main body. Also, whatever you do, don't do any dirty talk – Corviknights have a lot of dignity. Sallet is a noble lady! Treat her like a Princess or I'll kick your butt!"

“Tch!" Corviknight pulled his hair a little while in the process of grooming him, and Olin found himself reaching up for the sides of her neck, sinking his fingers into the soft mane of downy feathers and slowly sweeping them downwards. They'd puffed up a little during her display, the midnight floof seeming to relax under his touch as the look in those fierce crimson eyes softened. His thumb found her lower beak, the jet of it surprisingly warm as the metallic features of her helmet-like head caught the small amount of light in the room to glitter, “Pretty…" He couldn't help but utter the word, his hands drawn back down to the breastplate of her armour as Olin swept a gentle course through the mane to leave small furrows in the wake of his fingertips.

“You know the best thing about feral Bird Pokémon? Brace yourself, because I'm gonna be vulgar as shit from here on in." Carol mused, “I fucking love Poképussy. Can't get enough of it. And when it comes to these sorts – most of the males pretty much have something like a cunt, too. And I'm not talking about those shitty slits that Dragons have where there's a cock in there to surprise you. I mean, they breed with a cloacal kiss. Male or female, I've got a Poképussy to eat." She grinned, “Oh, and they tend to be pretty light, so without Moves, I can dominate them real easy – I ain't big like you, but I'm pretty strong!"

Olin was quite used to having an audience, but the lewd commentary of this rough and tumble girl was certainly a step up from the norm. His rearrangement of Sallet's fathers was quickly completed, but he continued to run his fingers through her mane, simply lost in the softness of it. There was a great difference to the texture compared to the furred floof of Dusty, this downy projection dense enough to completely conceal his hand from view when he pressed, with a fluffiness like a cloud and a wonderful warmth. Despite the warnings, he reached for the pinion feathers of her wings, experimenting with a press of his thumb to find those feathers as comparatively rough, catching at his skin as if every bit of them was covered in miniscule barbs. Her armour was another difference in consistency, the shielding of her chest as hard as one would expect, matte-like in smoothness and a little warm.

Her size was something to acclimate himself to, for she was one of the few Pokémon larger than him in stature, the corvid creature craning her neck downwards to access his golden hair with a little more gentleness after his initial gasp of pain when she had caught a knot and pulled. Sallet's body was so different to any other partner that he became lost in his explorations, the balancing spread of her wings concealing the room from view as the man straightened her feathers, brushed her armour with his fingertips, and delighted in the weight of her head against his shoulder.

Corviknight's slight stagger into him took Olin by surprise as something impacted her from behind, Carol's head popping up from above as she took position on her Pokémon's back, “Don't mind me." She grinned down, “I'm here for moral support. I wanna have a little chat in my mate's ear while you work on her, okay?" Well, Olin certainly wasn't going to disagree, and continued his slow explorations, ensuring that every feather found attention. As for Sallet, she's stiffened slightly, seeming to lose her composure slightly as her Master nuzzled into the side of her neck and began to speak in a hushed voice only for her.

“You filthy fucking whore." Carol crooned into her ear, her change of tone completely out of the blue, “I remember the noble bowing, and the courtship rituals. You're a proper lady-knight for the whole world. No dirty talk from them allowed. But don't forget, for me – you're my bitch. You're my tailfeather raising slut." She increased her volume and spoke down to an oblivious Olin, “Don't take my Sallet lightly, Pokéfucker. She's got so much dignity and pride! Make sure you treat her like proper royalty." It felt for a moment like Corviknight had stopped breathing, and Carol whispered once more, “You're a submissive little hen that cums her brains out when her Master tells her how much of a dirty human-owned race-traitor slut she is. My cute little cloaca-slave."

The preening was complete, and Olin levelled himself to find Corviknight shuffling slightly from foot to foot, Carol swaying from above, “Don't move too much – I had to balance my phone over there to record and you'll end up out of frame!" She jerked her head towards her chair, “You're gonna have to get down on your knees if you want a look at this poképussy!"

Olin gave a slight sigh, “Wouldn't it be more comfortable to lay her down?" But after receiving a shake of the head from Carol, and a rather enthusiastic trill from Sallet, he relented. Despite Carol advertising how easy it was to dominate lighter bird Pokémon, her direction made it seem that Corviknight was one that had so much dignity that to win her over was a path taken through more gentle service. Well, after they had warmed her up – that would be when he could cut loose and show her how a Human male mated! For now, he dropped to a knee and leaned forwards as if in worship, examining the scaled texture of her thin legs, and finding that beneath the breastplate, metal reverted to feather once more, and at the downy base of her tailfeathers everything was distinctly wet, “Wow, she's drenched!"

“Well, you must have done a good job on the ritual!" Carol beamed, but then leaned in close again, “Or, you're just overjoyed that you're gonna get your cloaca eaten out. A slut like you doesn't care where the pleasure comes from in the end, do you? Remember when we last had Pidgeot in our nest? He almost drowned with his beak all the way in your pussy. Or maybe I fucked him so hard with my fist that he just forgot to breathe? I wonder what Pokéfucker here would say if I spoke a little louder and let him know that this prim and proper Corviknight can have an untouched orgasm just from the taste of her Master's cunt?"

Sallet again shuffled on the spot, her heart beating rapidly and her breathing erratic. Why was this happening? She believed in the politics of the Guide Project and had volunteered for something that seemed to be for the good of all Pokémon. This Human was acceptable as a mating partner, and she anticipated that her intercourse would be a noble and proper affair, adherent to the ritualistic nature of her Corviknight species. But her Master wasn't going to allow that. The secret self that she showed only to Carol, her mate was dragging it out of her. The large hands of Olin gliding up her legs, the presence of the man – he no longer felt like a stranger, but as an extension of her precious Master. And the strength in his fingertips made her cloaca drip with need as an arousal which had began the moment that Carol had whispered into her ear now overflowed into a desperate need for pleasure.

The man had much more to dig through than usual, the wet feathers parting to his insistent fingers as he sought out a femininity different to any other that he had examined so far. For such a big creature, her singular opening was very small, so much so that he wondered if his cock would even fit, but as he exerted pressure on either side with his thumbs, there was a distinct stretch which spoke of a capacity grand enough to ultimately force out even large eggs. He dipped the first two fingers of one hand into her honeypot experimentally, spreading them inside Corviknight to revel in that unique elasticity as her bird cunt yielded to his touch. Her femcum was very thin, but copious in quantity, streaming down his wrist from the very first movement. Her thin legs twitched and it looked like she might fall, but there was an inherent sturdiness and stalwart determination which locked Sallet in place, and Olin relied on that as he resumed her pleasure.

Her opening was small enough for him to devour the entirety of it as he advanced to take her into his mouth, the downy feathers of her crotch tickling his ears as the abundance of it pressed down around his head and blinded him. Perhaps if she was wetter, it would all slick down? It was a thought that occupied him for only a moment as he evaluated the flavour of his first Flying Type Pokémon. The blood-like metallic taste of a Steel dual-typing had become quite familiar to him from Lucario, and here was another distinctive indulgence for him to evaluate – something light and almost dusty, it melded with the scent of her feathers and the softness of her body to layer over his senses.

“You never last long when I eat you out. Are you gonna cum fast for the Pokéfucker, too?" Carol rumbled into her ear, “Looks like you're getting off over this. I was just gonna work you up a bit and make sure you enjoyed yourself – but looks like being a secret slut is a bit of a kink for you, huh? Maybe next time we go out onto the field, you can stand on ceremony with a fat vibe pushed right up against your egg-chamber? I'll press a little button in my pocket, and you can pretend not to be a pleasure-addicted whore when you cream your feathers in front of everyone."

She grinned, “I gotta admit, I wasn't in complete agreement with doing this, but I'm glad we did after all. Pidgeot is my pet femboy. Talonflame creams herself on every egg she's ever laid. I figured you secretly being a slut was the end of it, but looks like threatening to have that secret out is really what gets your little cunt twitching. I think I'm gonna have lots of public fun with you from now on…"

Corviknight's eyes widened, “Anything but that, Master!" But there was no will behind her voice. Her mind was already lost in the fantasy of that promise. How could she retain her knightly dignity if she had a vibrator pressed up into her oviduct, and her sadist of a Master was holding the remote? Would she be worked up by tongue and fingers to a state of arousal and then sent out on parade with only the cross of her legs to hide her sodden crotch? She gulped and looked down. Would her Master threaten her honour and have her part her legs for males such as this Olin?

That was the thought that made her cum hard on the probing tongue of the male beneath her, a mess of thin femcum making his beard sodden as she twitched and erupted into a squirting orgasm. Carol hushed her softly, “Let it out… that's a good little cloaca-slave. Cum for Master…" Her legs shook violently, but she retained her footing. Erotic though the moment was, and profoundly proud of his skill with his tongue that Olin was as well, nobody knew her needy cunt quite as well as her Master, and this was a pleasure that she was able to withstand. Yet, she swayed back and forth as he gave her no reprieve from the probing of his tongue, his thumbs and fingers spreading her wider as he pressed deeper into her cunt.

Those fingers were brutal – larger and stronger than those of her Master, they exposed more of her glistening depths, showing off more of the depths of her insides as within that sole opening, the tongue was enabled such reach that it was possible for him to find her urethra and oviduct, slipping over her other passageways to lewdly stir her cloaca. Her talons began to tear the carpet as she clenched them down into it, and her stern crimson gaze became soft and misty. Sallet had surrendered to her Master long ago, dominated into complete submission to her chosen Human. Her body belonged to Carol, she was her sextoy, her plaything, a Pokémon entirely dedicated to her pleasure, and a willing whore for her entertainment. But never had the pleasure been so as intense as this. Pidgeot and Talonflame had seen her in ecstasy, but they were her comrades in carnal service. The thought of losing her mind in front of a stranger was driving her wild.

Another orgasm rocked her, the potency enhanced as he delved her more deeply, her mate still at her ear, “You're such an easy Pokémon." Carol taunted, “I bet you're going to faint when he gets his cock inside you. Looks like he's being pretty rough, too. Pokéfucker here looks the type to pump a nice little cunt like yours until you're good and broken. I wonder if he'll notice how much of a whore you are when you lose your fucking mind for him? A pleasure-addict like you can't stay quiet for long." She squeezed her collar playfully, “I can't wait to see what you look like pumped full of Human jizz."

It took great effort to suppress her voice, only the smallest trills of satisfaction permitted to escape her clamped shut beak. For some reason, it mattered to Sallet a profound amount that Olin didn't think of her as a slut, and she fought hard to sublimate every sound of pleasure. But the twitches she couldn't stop, the shaking of her legs, the gushing of her cunt, the swaying of her body despite the meagre weight of her Master. Her cheeks burned, her heart beat rapidly, and her mind raced with fantasies. Would Carol eat this man's cum out of her gaped cloaca the same way that Sallet would lick clean Talonflame after she was mated by Pidgeot?

She swallowed, steeling her resolve, but as if he had sensed he determination to withstand the sensual ravishing of his tongue, Olin denied her any chance to adapt to his rhythm. He withdrew, standing taller and smiling a soft grin surrounded by femcum doused facial hair. With one hand, he grasped the top of her breastplate, holding her upright, and his other descended to her cloaca, fingers curling upwards, and immediately beginning a rapid motion. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! She rocked, hating the indignity of even that internally spoken expletive. His hands were bigger than her Master, his fingers longer, more powerful. He had more strength, more stamina, and with this furious technique he quickly overwhelmed her senses. But his focus had been drawn elsewhere, “…Are you naked?"

Carol grinned, “Yep. Have been since I hopped on Sallet's back. I ditched my tracksuit while you were all distracted preening." Her eyes sparkled, “What's the matter, Pokéfucker? You not gone off Humans completely yet?" She chuckled to herself, then held her Pokémon all the tighter, “Too bad. I only like cunt. Not that I've ever tried cock." Her head tilted, “Maybe one day. Be a good boy for me and fuck my Corviknight like a champ, and we might get to find out together sometime! Bwahahaha!"

Sallet was beginning to sag against him, his fingers buried deep into the elasticity of her cunt, the wave motion from his palm to his fingertips working through the oversensitivity of another orgasm. His arm shook as the combined weight of the two girls leaned further and further over, “She's going down." He kept his voice level, ignoring her provocations, “How do you want to-“

She reached past her Pokémon to push him, Olin losing his footing to land on his ass while she dragged Sallet backwards to bring the Corviknight onto her back. Carol moved quickly, taking advantage of the sprawled creature to take a seat on her chest, the rise of her breastplate concealing her own femininity, her knees set on either side of her companion into the tertiary feathers to immobilise her spread wings. She grabbed the thin avian ankles before her and pulled them back, spreading wide to show off her mate's sloppy cunt.

“Sallet." Carol shuffled back a little, grinning at Olin as she presented Corviknight, “Eat Master's pussy while Pokéfucker here breeds you." A hard avian tongue delved forth with no further direction required than that, the open beak providing some further modesty to the young woman – though she showed off her breasts freely, “Yeah, they ain't big. You got something to say about it? I'm an athletic type! Now strip! I wanna see what we're working with here!"

Olin rubbed the back of his head, stunned slightly from the fall. His instincts told him that this was a dangerous woman, some sadistic edge present in her voice and a distinct fire in her eyes enough to pin him to the spot for a moment. He didn't know much about Gideon's elder brother – only that he was much, much, older – enough for Carol to only be slightly younger than he was. What sort of father had produced such a minx? Or were all of the Gladhands equally troublesome? Well, there was little point in thinking about that when he'd such eye candy as her chest in view, dusky mounds perky with arousal – and a glance further down showed that exotic cloaca sloppy with desire. He disrobed rapidly, levelling his manhood and advancing to place his knees on either side of the tailfeathers beneath him.

“Wow. That's a fucking monster cock." She spoke particularly loudly, knowing that her body blocked Olin from view, and revelling in the slight pause of the tongue draped over her crimson haired pussy, “I bet that bitch-breaker of yours makes your Lycanroc swoon. He looks the fighty sort – but I can imagine him now, cumming himself dry on a big Human cock."

She rolled her hips into the pleasure of her Corviknight's beak, but gave little sign of it save for a slow sigh of enjoyment, “Those prudes in the tunnel are all missing out. But you're gonna miss out, too. I've decided just now that the face Sallet makes when she's getting fucked is all mine. You ain't getting a peak past me. So, you're just gonna have to settle for this…" She reached down, releasing an ankle to grab his cock, “Wow. First time I've felt one of these. Fucking wild." Carol positioned it at the entrance of her Pokémon, grinning again when she felt them twitch at the shock of realisation that her Master was hardly exaggerating at the heft of it, “Gonna be a tight fit. Let's see what you can do, Pokéfucker!"

Olin sighed softly, hardly pleased to be made sport of like this. When he had a Pokémon as a partner, his instinct for domination ran wild, but the constraints of his work forced him to yield this time. Sallet was Carol's mate – and it was only right that she ran the show. Damn. Was this where just going with the flow would have him end up? No. He couldn't allow that.

His hand caught her wrist as she released him, and he grabbed her other as well, placing Carol's hands on either side of Corviknight's cunt and having her spread her Pokémon wide in presentation. The forward lean that it forced on your young woman brought her face to his chest, and as Olin lowered himself, he brought her head to his shoulder, “Yeah. Dusty swoons when I fuck everything that makes him a man out of his cock and onto the floor. I mate him until he's dry and let him collapse in his own puddle of cum. He likes it when I call him a faggot and degrade him. He likes it when I tell him that riding my lap is what he's for." There was a slight intake of breath, “For someone that only likes cunt, it stands out to me that you called out Dusty instead of Lucy. And you were quick to grab my cock, too. Pretty overt about trying it out one day, too."

He wasn't sharp often, but always seemed to be on the mark when it came to sex. Olin kept his voice low, making sure that Corviknight didn't hear just as Carol had for her own secret conversations, “Ace is much more emotional about mating. He likes to cuddle with my cock inside him, and just uses his thighs to squeeze every once in a while to keep me hard. Face to face. I can make him paint his chest like that just when we kiss. He's very cute."

Olin remained on the brink of penetration, Corviknight left waiting as her Master exhaled into Olin's neck, “Well, shit. Guess you got me there, Pokéfucker. Look – I'm into cunt. Really. It's part of why I love birds so much. Male or female, most of the feral types have got something I can use to make them squirm. Poképussy is the fucking best." She nipped his ear playfully, “I'm curious about cock, though. Maybe if you show Sallet a good enough time, you'll find out how curious." Carol withdrew, and stuck out her tongue, then raised her voice highly enough for Sallet to hear, “Time to move, Pokéfucker. Nice and gentle."

His hips pressed forwards slowly, and the stretchiness of her avian cunt yielded to him inch by inch. The insides of Corviknight differed to any Pokémon pussy he'd previously claimed, his first thought being that she was a little loose – but her walls seemed to adhere to his cock slightly despite the abundance of femcum. Sallet moaned into her Master's crotch, scrunching up her eyes as she came hard from the submission of penetration. Her beak already ached from being so fully parted, her hard tongue at work probing familiar depths as Carol rode her twitching appendage shamelessly. The feeling of fullness was absolute, all of her insides wrapping around the cock that had claimed her virginity to the opposite sex.

Carol rocked her hips back and forth, her small breasts hypnotic, “Tell me how you fuck your female Pokémon while you mate with my Sallet."

He spared a glance down to the bird Pokémon, but being unable to see their face, there was not much that he could figure out. It was hard to tell if Carol was trying to distract him, or distract Sallet. Well, this was her show, so he spoke, “Lady – my Nidoqueen – she likes it under her tail. Her poison spines can make mating a bit awkward sometimes, but we make it work. She likes to serve me, if that makes any sense. And she organises the other Pokémon in my party as well, making sure they all stick to their turns instead of just jumping me in the apartment. She likes toys in her pussy while I'm fucking her undertail. And she likes to use toys, too. One time as some sort of punishment for them messing up her roster, she tied up Dusty and Vee, my Espeon, filled them both with vibrators, and played with them until they came themselves unconscious."

Olin grinned slightly at the memory, and slowly began to withdraw his hips, a small squark from Corviknight encouraging the thrust that followed, “Vee is super needy. Pretty lazy when it comes to mating – she likes when I do all of the work. But she's light and easy to move around, so I can use her like a proper Pokémon cocksleeve and wombfuck her until I'm satisfied. She really likes group sex, and keeps inviting other members of the team along for her turn these days. I think I'm going to have Dusty breed her sometime soon. He's getting better at handling females – but he's such a bottom that even after he knots her, I'll still have to fuck the cum out of him."

He felt Sallet's internal muscles ripple in orgasm over his cock once again as he continued his languid pace, Carol burying herself into his shoulder to hide her face as she began to lose the battle to sublimate her own sounds of pleasure as her Pokémon ate out her pussy, “Lucy is a bit more complicated. She's so overwhelmingly submissive behind that stoicism. Completely addicted to pleasure. She's good at evading Lady, and propositions me in her blind spots. Whenever I turn around, there she is shamelessly presenting herself, or spreading her canine spade to show off strings of femcum right in the middle of the street if there are no eyes on her. She's a true slut. She sucks my cock like it's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. She rubs my cum into her fur and masturbates while sniffing herself."

Carol swallowed, caught up in the fantasies that he had spun, and losing herself in the mire of lust, “And how do you fuck a Human?"

“That the question that you really want to ask?"

“How would you fuck me?" The words came before her mind could catch up – but having already spoken them, she could do nothing but scowl and lean back far enough to again shift her grip to the avian ankles of her Pokémon.

Olin growled softly, his rumble a leonine dominance in his throat. His hips continued to move back and forth, his large cock stirring up the presented cloaca into a sloppy mess. A lewd shlicking noise filled the air, and Sallet twitched beneath him, his maleness removed for a moment so that her Master could watch her slightly gaped pussy orgasm onto nothing in a mess of clear femcum. He was quick to resume his rut, “With your face in your Pokémon's cunt."

Conscious that she had lost some momentum, Carol tried her best not to reveal that the idea of such a fuck had drawn her first orgasm from her body, her fingers gripping hard the legs of her partner, “K-keep dreaming!" She scowled as he grinned to her stutter, and then, determined not to lose any further face, she turned on the spot, setting her back to him to ride the beak of her Pokémon more directly. Unable to bring Olin to heel, here was one Pokémon that she still had control over!

She leaned down, lowering her voice, “Pokéfucker here lives up to his name. Fuck. You're making such a lewd face right now…" Corviknight's crimson eyes were glazed, drool and femcum leaking from the sides of her beak to make a mess of her feathers, “Don't worry. I won't tell. Sounds like you might be the same sort of pleasure-addled bitch as his Lucario, huh? Maybe in kinks, at least. Fuck. If this carries on, I might do something fucking wild. Make this Pokéfucker cum already!"

The final words were exclaimed, and met with the providence of Olin's first orgasm, a growl torn from his throat as he hilted into the defenceless Pokémon and came hard and deep. Her body quivered in submission beneath him, made a plaything by two Humans, her instinct for surrender had culminated into a melted feeling of pure pleasure. All else seemed to have been washed away, even the words of her Master seemed vague and abstract, her dignity saved only by the coverage of Carol's body as her eyes crossed and she fainted beneath them.

“Fuck. She really did pass out from cock." Carol blinked, surprised that her taunt had proved so prophetic. She rolled off her companion to watch Olin withdraw his cock to leave behind a well-fucked cunt leaking a cascade of Human cream, “Giratina's infernal cunt – how much of that stuff have you got in you!? Bwahahaha!" Her obnoxious laughter seemed to break the spell that had fallen upon them, and Olin as well took a breath to right himself, “Well, don't you still look raring to go. How many more times?"

“Two, usually. It takes a lot to satisfy me." He took a slow breath, “But not while she's unconscious. I need to treat her like a lady, right?"

Carol grinned sadistically, finally finding something to seize on, “Nah. You only get the one mating with my Sallet!" She tapped his chest with her finger, “Saying all that hot shit to get me worked up! I nearly gave you my virginity, you know!? Well – my virginity to cock, anyway. And to Humans, I guess." The young woman pouted, “So, I'm gonna send you home unsatisfied! Fuck your own Pokémon! This one is mine!"

The man rolled his eyes, but in turn she offered a grin, “You did a good job though, Pokéfucker. So… I wanna leave you with one last show for the road. Watch real close, okay?"

She shoved him aside playfully, and lowered her face to the cum-drenched crotch of her avian companion. Carol inhaled, breathing in an unfamiliar masculine scent and finding it surprisingly palatable. Her tongue extended curiously, but rather than a gentle lick, she cleaved her mate's cloaca broadly and took a mouthful of essence to assess. A few seconds later she'd spat it out over Sallet's tailfeathers.

“Fuck! Maybe not! Pfwah! How the fuck do people swallow that!? Screw this, Pokéfucker! I tell you what…" Carol brought herself to her feet, perhaps a little bit too theatrical in her show of disliking the taste of his seed considering how eagerly she had lapped it up. Unashamed in her nudity, she pointed her finger in challenge, “You win this tournament, and we'll fuck! And if you lose…" She grinned, then crossed her arms in provocation, striking a pose, “I'll tell Uncle Gids that we fooled around!"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Bonus Note: This one took a bit of extra time as I'm preparing to go travelling for a while. Rather than the usual turnaround of three to five days, it'll probably be two or three weeks before the next piece drops since I'll be on a trip until the 22nd. Please look forward to it!

Note: Extra special thanks to NoNoNope for checking in with me, Etnom1 for adopting the dino trio, and Johnnyd1988 for the encouragement. I really appreciate the PMs! Also, extra thanks to everyone that suggested Corviknight. Carol ended up stealing the show more than I expected, but I hope you enjoyed this one.

Special thanks to User Winterwolf87 for the idea of more eeveelutions and for putting the ninetails duo back on my radar! User AdvancedCBMaster for the encouragement for wholesome lewds! user Cryptic for moar ninetails! User EWEW for being awesome and cheering on the dinos. User Johnnyd1988 again for checking in as usual! User Cyril Dran for the idea of the bear duo that's now stuck in my head! User Greenhoof for helping me with ideas for Corviknight! User NoNoNope again for the wonderful support. User JuliusUrsus for the snake duo idea! user CapitalC for the double Typhlosion (which is damn cool - I do love these guys, and they don't get enough love). And User Etnom1 again for Incineroar (another one that would make a fun sub)

I had to rush a bit to get this one out before I leave as preparation for my trip has eaten up my writing time, but I hope it remains up to standard. I've been a bit worried about the direction of the series with the last few entries being a bit up and down, and hope people are still enjoying the story. This one was a good chance to move along the plot some as the politics continue, the Bents appear again, and we get set up for the tournament. I wish I had more time to work on this piece to polish up, but my flight is tomorrow, and I really wanted to get it out before I set off! Next up, I hope to get one more chapter out before our confrontation with Samantha (I'll be leaving it to the comments if Olin wins or loses the tournament in his rematch, too).

This time - my big question is this: Next entry, I have a free slot. Any Pokemon, any kink, male or female, take your pick. Maybe not a scaly Pokemon as we've had a few of those lately, but I'll cave if it's a good one. I'll be returning after a break, and I want to blow out the cobwebs with a fun chapter! Hit me with your best shot!

As always, thanks for every fave, vote, watch, folder sub (126, woohoo), especially comments, and every read as well. Your support has made this series possible, and I really appreciate your kind words in the comments, and your PMs as well. Your ideas are shaping this narrative, and I want to leave as much to the comments as possible - from the next Pokemon, to if Olin manages to beat Samantha in their rematch! You decide in the comments! As for me, I'm off to Canada for a few weeks. I'll still respond to comments and PMs with my phone, though!

Have a most excellent day.