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Olin leaned back in his chair with a contented sigh, his fingers idly trailing through the fine fur of the sleeping Espeon in his lap. It was difficult to wake Vee when the sun was down, and harder still after she'd endured a full day of hiking. Well, almost the entire trip had been spent atop her Master's shoulders, but the House Pokémon still considered it to be quite the hardship. The air tingled with the threat of a storm – though the promise of rain was perhaps better than the bitter frost of early spring. A good thing that they had managed to reach this shack before nightfall, for the small wooden structure would provide some much-needed cover.

Located in the foothills of Mount Wesson, their shelter was a supply station, a cache of emergency equipment, communications, and a haven for anyone that might become lost while exploring the region. It was here that Olin and Gideon would be spending their second night in the wilds, a convenient spot which placed them well within range of the area that they were scouring for their target Pokémon. A matter of managing the ecosystem of his mountain, Gideon had said – they would be hunting down and dealing with a rather problematic Salazzle come dawn. Well, provided that his Noivern was successful in her nighttime scouting for her lair.

The two men shared the wooden porch along with Goodra and Flygon, the other two members of Gideon's famed battle team. With his cape for protection against her slime, the Dragon Type Master had forgone a chair to instead seat himself in Sylph's lap, while Flygon kept watch for any dangers in the night. He'd already needed to chase off a Lopunny. Three times so far. Whatever had happened between that Pokémon and Dusty had traumatised the Lycanroc enough for him to have jumped into his Pokéball and stayed there since.

Nearby was placed a small radio, a mast high up the mountain ensuring that every word of the evening briefing was crystal clear. A news roundup played for them, a repeat of an interview from that morning, the tone a familiar silken authority, “Yes, the Pokébrothel operation was tremendous work by our very own Wesson Town Police Department, though I do question the need for assistance from Sir Gladhand in such a routine affair." Ronald Bent spoke in a level tone, some measure of disdain in his words, “I'm quite pained to speak the title of such a man, considering the proclivities which led his sponsors to abandon him and his quiet expulsion from the league. We really should be looking into that Dragon Sanctuary of his. I'm sure that if enough stones are turned over, something will be found…"

The voice of the interviewer interjected with a small cough, feminine and insistent, she brought that line of conversation to an end, “Not to get too far off track with talk of Sir Gladhand, Mr Bent – I had a question of my own regarding your opinions on these places. If you don't mind me asking?" A slightly bemused sound came in turn, but not to be put off – she ploughed on, “I was watching a few of your old speeches and found one from last year in which you were advocating quite strongly for Pokébrothels to be legalised and for Pokémon to be specially bred for the industry."

Gideon looked to Olin and grinned, his face a picture of enthusiasm, “Bwahahaha! I bet he wasn't expecting her to dig that up! Get him!" He pumped his fist into the air, cheering on the journalist.

“…But now you say that Pokémon don't have enough of a sense of agency to consent to mating with Humans. I was hoping that you could clarify your position for our listeners. Are you in favour of Pokébrothels or not?"

There was a period of silence which lasted for a few seconds, compelling both men to lean closer to the radio. And then after a slight hum of displeasure, the voice of Ronald Bent turned vicious, “Oh, my dear Catherine – that was not on my list of approved questions for this interview, was it? Of course, I would like to reassure listeners of my position – but I think what is more important is this media bias, your hopes of catching me out."

“I-“ She faltered, but then pressed harder, “There was a very troubling soundbite as well. A recent one, 'the consent of an object is not required'-“

“Deepfakes. Artificial Intelligence. Fake News. Slander." Each came with a sound akin to the pounding of a fist against a table, “You see, listeners, I am ever conscious of the rights of Pokémon and the correct way that these wonderful creatures should be put to use for the good of Humans." The smarm was like oil on glass, “But this is not the time to talk about that. This is a matter of principal, you see. An agreement was made to stick to approved questions. A promise. And while the mainstream media does not seem capable of doing so – I always keep my promises. And I promise that you personally, Catherine, shall regret this unsolicited attack on my integrity. This interview is terminated."

Olin blinked, “Wow." He looked to his companion, “That's gotta be curtains, right? I don't know anything much about politics, but he totally dodged the question and threatened that journalist!"

This snippet of the roundup concluded, a male voice took over, “Polls following the interview indicate a swell of support for Mr Bent with his platform strongly condemning mainstream media for partisanship. The online discussions have been very interesting, and joining me on the panel tonight to talk about it are-“

Gideon turned off the radio and scowled, “Slippery bastard! What is the world coming to when you can get away with that!?" The rapier-like man sublimated his anger into a deep sigh, “The Opposition have turned antiestablishment now that Bent has taken the leadership! All of this paranoia about the status quo! The law on Psychic Type Pokémon is restrictive enough – now Dark and Ghost Types are being debated for controls as well! Sir Lastwall had better do something!"

The majority of this all went over Olin's head. He wasn't quite sure what the word 'partisan' even meant, but he nodded along regardless, trusting that Gideon and Krieg knew better and were probably right about whatever it was they were talking about. He did his best at a slight smile, “Well, we're doing our best with the Guide Project. Krieg says that it'll help, right?"

“Yes!" Gideon rebounded into enthusiasm, “The Guide Project, Bwahahaha! We should work on it immediately! Every single Pokémon recorded is a strike against Ronald Bent! That Bent Bill won't have much luck saying that relationships between species are problematic when we have so much data to the contrary!" He gestured towards Flygon, “Sylph gave you such a rave review that Oz has been raring to try you out! The night is young, my friend! Why not take this opportunity to mate with my partner!?"

The Flygon in question stiffened, swaying at the edge of the porch, and continuing to face away and into the night. He tapped his claws together nervously, muttering frantically, “Master – please don't make me sound so eager. He'll think that I'm a lewd Pokémon! Oh, no. I don't think I can do it after all. It's too embarrassing. Even more embarrassing than when I gave Sylph an egg. If I finish too quickly, maybe he'll laugh at me. I know you say I look cute like that, but maybe he'll think I make a weird face!" He turned to the group, swallowing, “Arceus. Battling is so easy, but people are so hard. I think I might have to return to my Pokéball…"

Gideon grinned, exchanging a quick look with an encouragingly devious Goodra, “Oz says that he cannot wait!" He falsely translated their Pokéspeak, “He especially wants you to pay attention to the face he makes at times of pleasure! He's very proud of it! And rightly so – it's very erotic!"

Oz now covered his eyes by crossing his wings over his face, demonstrating quite the range of movement in them, “M-Master! Please! Oh, Arceus. Oh, Giratina. He's looking at me. Oh, no. What should I do? I do want to mate, but it's so humiliating…" He squirmed on the spot, “It's too sudden! I'm not prepared at all! My heart isn't ready!"

The large Human looked between his friend and the flustered Dragon, “Uh, he looks like he's freaking out a bit. Are you sure Oz is okay?" He tilted his head, encouraged slightly by the beaming Goodra behind Gideon, “It isn't like I'm opposed to it or anything. I uh… I gotta admit, after Sylph and Kommo-o, I was kinda hoping that I might be able to do this with more Dragon Types…"

“Bwahahaha! Yes! Dragons are wonderful, and my battle team are most exceptional! It is not just any Human that I would open up my relationships to! And not just any Human that my discerning mates would be interested in!" He grinned heartily, “It is all to advocate the best Pokémon Type! Dragons are the coolest! You must allow me to explain! My Pokémon! Let me show them to you!"

Goodra released him, the man bringing himself to his feet and striding over to his embarrassed Flygon, “Ahem!" He cleared his throat, and then pointed furiously, “Are not the colours of emerald and ruby so evocative!? Those wings – when they beat, the tone is like a beautiful song! The red coverings of his eyes are just the cutest! Look at that gorgeous little fan-like design at the end of his tail! Are you looking!? Isn't it amazing!?" His gesturing became ever more frantic as he gushed, the Pokémon squirming all the more with every word, “My Oz is the strongest, coolest, most wonderful Flygon that ever lived! Oh, I love him very much! Yes, I do! Bwahahaha!"

He then advanced on Olin, clasping the seated man by the shoulders, “And he is a most excellent mating partner! The most submissive and yielding of all my Dragons! A bit of a hare-trigger, but that's entirely a positive! Is it not a victory as a man to make your conquest surrender his essence at the lightest touch!? Oh – and as for the absolute best part – that can be a surprise! I cannot wait for you to find out! And after Krieg publishes the Guide Project entry, the whole world shall know!"

“Master!" Oz curled up into a crouch, “T-the whole world will know how I mate!? Oh, dear. Oh, no. What if they think I'm strange? There's so much pressure. Y-you always say such nice things, but perhaps this other Human isn't interested in me, after all…"

“Nonsense!" He scooped Vee from Olin's lap, pulling the larger man to his feet and setting the Espeon down in the spot he once occupied, her sleep unbroken despite the sound and movement, “Olin thinks you're very attractive! Don't you, my friend!?"

Things had certainly taken a sudden turn, but Olin had grown used to this by now, especially when it came to the wild nature of Gideon. It was difficult not to get caught up in his enthusiasm, and any thought of that radio broadcast was forgotten as he smiled and nodded along, “Well, yeah. I used to watch your battles and I always thought that the whole Dragon Team were amazing. Uh – that was before I got involved with the Guide Project. I guess I look at Pokémon a little differently now. You're plenty attractive, Oz."

The Flygon peeked through a gap in his wings for a moment, looking past the two Humans to an enthusiastic punch of the air from Sylph. She was always cheering him on. He certainly needed it sometimes. He swallowed and gathered his courage, “Yes… okay! His wings swept back to reveal his face, his expression remaining one of embarrassment. It was not possible for a blush to make it through those scales, but Flygon's emotions could be read in his eyes, “My name is Oz, and I would like to mate with you, please! If – if you don't particularly mind! I'm not very good at it, but I'll do my best. Um… maybe you would prefer to have Sylph again instead? Actually, that might be for the best – I'll just go back to my Pokéball…"

Gideon clapped his hands together, “Oz promises to be your most sensual Dragon Type encounter yet! He just formally introduced himself most adorably!" He grinned, having long ago learned that Flygon wouldn't get anywhere if his Master wasn't a little pushy with him, “He's very easily aroused! Why not give him a push onto his back and take your time exploring him!?"

The Dragon Type Master dropped himself back into the lap of his Goodra, immediately embraced from behind as the two of them readied themselves to enjoy the show. Olin advanced with a kind smile. Despite Gideon's encouragement, some instinct told him that this time a gentle touch would be best, and he gave a respectful bow of his head. Despite already being introduced, he met their eyes and said, “Hello, Oz. I'm Olin. If you don't mind, I'd like to mate with you tonight."

This time, the squirming Pokémon covered his face with his hands, really needing to bend his long neck to get those small palms over his eyes with such short arms. From behind came the sound of the video link activating on the tablet that Gideon had brought with him, but Olin had grown used to that aspect of his encounters as well. His hand extended and found the Dragon Type's cheek. Soft. Very soft. He'd felt fine scales before, but the touch of Flygon was not dissimilar to the smoothness of skin. The overlong antennae twitched, and their face screwed up into further embarrassment. How adorable.

Well, in that crouched position there was little sense of balance, and Olin took his share of the initiative by transitioning his palm downwards to their chest and giving a gentle push. Oz fell onto his back obediently, the wood of the porch creaking beneath him as his weight rolled over it. Oh. That was surprising. And perhaps the reason that the Pokémon had curled themselves into that crouch in the first place. Gideon called out with a mighty guffaw, “Bwahahaha! I did say that my Oz was raring to try you out!"

Olin had already been treated to a lecture from Gideon on draconic genitalia that was as long as it was enthusiastic. There was quite a lot of variety within the Dragon Type across both sexes, and depending on the Pokémon, on a male one might find ridges, barbs, knots, and more. Anticipation and the direction of the conversation alone had been sufficient to being Oz to a full state of arousal, and above the indentation of their undertail was already a parted draconic slit from which spilled their maleness.

On a Human, the size would have been called average, though would be quite impressive by the standards of Pokémon – despite appearing to be quite proportionately small on this large creature. Light pink, smooth, and featureless – a spire which curved upwards into a tapered point of a tip; despite the plainness, this was a distinctly alien cock – perhaps made so by the insectoid elements of Flygon. A cute masculinity for a cute male, they still covered their face with their forelimbs, and squirmed all the more when the sensation of eyes upon their crotch was sufficient for a bead of precum to become a line which linked the tip to his belly.

A hare-trigger indeed. It would probably be possible to make Oz give it up over his chest just by whispering an appropriate fantasy into his ear, “P-please don't stare! Oh, Arceus. Everyone is looking at me. I'm – oh, no." His hips bucked slightly, “Everyone is going to think that I'm a lewd Pokémon! I – I promise we all get like this when we mate with Humans!" Olin had yet to really touch the Flygon, and yet that cock throbbed as if he was already in the throes of rut, “Oh, no. Oh, dear. Please don't look!"

“Be a good 'ness and paint your chest for the camera." A new tone from Gideon, not his usual booming but instead something low, authoritative, commanding. The Dragon before him shuddered, kicked his small legs, and climaxed on command. His hips lifted upwards, his tail thrust down, and that raised pink spire twitched before unleashing a thick load of draconic seed over Oz's belly. The Master of Dragon Types grinned, “Ah, sorry about that Olin! I couldn't resist! From here on out he's all yours, my friend! Mostly! Oof!" A grunt as Sylph squeezed him in some form of disapproval for his interference, but then a chuckle as her affection was redoubled.

Olin was quite of the opinion that such a show hardly needed an apology. He knelt beside the Pokémon, the touch of his fingertips beginning at the core of Oz's chest, slowly drawn down to the mess of seed upon his belly, “I can't resist either." He gathered a little thick pearlescence upon his fingertip, bringing it to his mouth to evaluate the flavour. This had become almost a custom for the man, every Pokémon with their differences, stark between types but subtle between species. There again in his sinuses was that ozone sensation of a burgeoning storm which he'd come to associate with Dragon Types, but along with it was the muted dullness of the Ground Type.

The combination was quite palatable, cut through with the familiar musk of male essence, it felt less overwhelming than the femcum of Goodra or Kommo-o. He found himself leaning down from the side of the Flygon, and with a questing tongue slowly lapped across the belly of the Pokémon to retrieve each rope of precious seed in turn. Perhaps a little thicker than other males he had encountered so far, and not quite as grand in volume either – a adaption to the desert environment to which this species was native.

The eroticism of a Human tongue over his scales was enough to draw a fresh string of precum from the tip of that pink spire, a squirming midriff, a twitch of the leg. Flygon was watching him between his three-clawed hands over his eyes, swallowing hard when Olin cleaned up that string of precum as well and followed it back to the end of their cock. Oz was slightly bent over himself, enough for his wings not to be pinned beneath him but free in the air, and as that tongue made contact with his maleness, they spasmed, and then beat furiously into the blur that one would expect of an insect. The sound was that of a buzz, the tone shifting down the spectrum in a way which reminded Olin of a vibrating mobile phone set upon a table.

A suitable comparison perhaps, as with that buzz, the entirety of the Flygon vibrated as well, their cock a wonderful tingle against his tongue as a fresh droplet of precum was divested of them. This Flygon could make his cock vibrate! Olin grinned, “Damn, Oz. The lady Pokémon must absolutely love you." An affirming sound came from the Goodra behind them, and another buzz of his wings made the shiver of their body all the more obvious. Well, it probably wasn't dangerous, or he would have warned him or given some sort of pointers before this whole encounter began.

Curious, Olin moved to place himself beneath the Flygon, leaning over their tail to more properly access their equipment, his tongue worshipful in its draw from base to tip of their vibrating cock. The tone of the buzz from their wings altered as he applied pressure, intensifying when the tip of that maleness was drawn into his mouth and lessening into a higher pitched whine when only the tongue was used. It was a song of pleasure, and one which quickly peaked as the most sensitive Pokémon that Olin had dealt with so far reached their second climax quickly, the man quick to engulf their maleness entirely to suckle down a flavour that he had decided was quite a treat. The more that he had, the more that it mellowed out – and the strange quivering sensation of their cock inside his mouth was quite amusing as well.

It was as he leaned back that the obvious dawned on Olin. Their whole body was vibrating. Not only the leaking cock that would certainly please any bottom – but everything. Including the twitching undertail to which his eyes were now drawn. Their muzzle, their throat, every pleasure that Flygon could give was one which the buzz of their wings could accompany with this unique sensation. A glance over his shoulder revealed a grinning Gideon who gave a knowing nod. The best part was a surprise, just as he had said. And what a pleasant one at that!

Oz squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't properly control his wings when he was aroused, the Flygon scarcely able to suppress their force enough to prevent them from bringing him to the air – and the more worked up he got, the more intense the vibrations of that buzz through his body. He was the only one of his species on Mount Wesson, so couldn't really say if he was particularly unusual, but mating with him seemed to be considered something of a novelty amongst the dragonflight.

He liked mating, despite the embarrassed feeling that intense pleasure inspired in him. The sound of his buzzing wings would always make sure that anyone nearby in the Dragon Sanctuary would know precisely how hard he was being fucked. Even when it was a female, he always considered himself to be the one being mated – Sylph had placed him upon his back, commanded the beat of his wings, and rode him to satisfaction when she'd wanted an egg. While Haxorus had fucked him against a wall until he had spent every ounce of seed that he had in him against it. Then there was Salamence who took his neck in his jaws in violent rut, Dragonite who used him like a toy, Garchomp who… oh, dear. That was starting to sound like a lot. The only male on the mountain having more sex than him was their Master, and he was the leader of the dragonflight!

His arms left his face to instead support his posture, claws scraping into the wood on either side of him as a new sensation found him, the Human that was tending to his pleasure now pressing their tongue into the indentation beyond his cock. His breath caught, “Oh, Arcrus. Please! That's so very embarrassing! I'm very – very sensitive there! Even more sensitive than – ah!" He moaned desperately at only the feel of that tongue passing over their undertail, and the buzz of his wings intensified into a great rumble when Olin forcibly pressed it inside of him, “You must stop – you'll make me-!"

Gideon chimed in, “He says that he wants more! Harder!" His volume was useful for a change, even cutting through the buzzing wings, “Take your time with his undertail! When we send this video back to Smeargle we can have a wonderful illustration in the Guide Project book of Flygon having a submissive orgasm onto his chest! Bwahahaha!"

His Master was always like this. The male Pokémon that mounted him often had quite aggressive words to rumble into his ear. Sometimes they would call him a bitch, a slut, a whore, a faggot – all things that would make his submissive undertail clench down over their cocks. But Gideon knew properly how to control the pleasure of his mate. How many people were going to see this side of him now? Would there really be a picture of him painting his chest in a Human book?

Another orgasm as internal testicles churned up the white with which he striped his chest. Olin had placed his hands on the Flygon's inner thighs, spreading them wide and using his thumbs to display the soft pink of his undertail. He was looking right into the core of his conquest, applying his tongue freely to the tight, pink, vibrating hole. Oz kicked his hindlimbs futilely, squirming with pleasure as a Human took his time with his tongue just as Gideon had asked, bullying the tension from his undertail, and encouraging the submission of his flesh.

“Oh, dear. Oh, my." Flygon's claws scraped at the wood again, yet while a more masculine Pokémon might have torn up splinters with rending power, his own only scrabbled pitifully, “My mind is – I can't think properly! This always happens when I mate! It's too much!" His moans were sublimated by the buzz of his wings as the noise intensified, the depth of pitch rising and falling as pleasure reached its height and then diminished, only to rise again.

“My Oz is a most excellent 'ness!" Gideon spoke proudly, “Male or female, every Dragon on my mountain is a 'ness to me! Bwahahaha!" He grinned to himself, “You should see him when I pair him up with a more aggressive male! When my Salamence put his jaws around Oz's throat, the cute little 'ness came so hard that he passed out! Oh, females as well! I remember when he almost drowned eating out Sylph's pussy!" Gideon slapped his leg with mirth, “Don't be afraid to get a little rough, my friend! A Dragon Type needs a strong hand! You've got to teach him that he's a good little 'ness by fucking everything that makes him a male out of him!"

The Flygon moaned desperately for every ''ness', thrashing his head from side to side, “Master, please! I'm not that sort of Dragon Type! I've always been – been a – a good – submissive little 'ness for you!" He struggled with his words as pleasure began to rupture his thoughts, “I'm a – needy sextoy for your females – and – and – and – any male you put on my back!" His wings buzzed hard again to herald another climax, “It's so – so embarrassing – but – but – Pokémon are supposed to be used!" Overstimulation twisted his face into pained pleasure, “It's too – too much!"

“More!" Gideon howled, enjoying himself thoroughly, “More, my friend! He wants more! My Oz is going to be a good 'ness and show you why Dragons are the best Type! Bwahahaha!"

Their undertail had been forced into a relaxed submission, the opening now loose and pliable for the rigours to come. Not wanting to let up even for a second, Olin did not abandon the Flygon to dig some oil from his pack, instead simply gathering up the mess of essence over their belly by sweeping his palm over those overwhelmingly smooth scales, and with two fingers he forced their own seed into their twitching hole. His digits flexed, assailed by the seizing pressure of their insides and the strength of a vibration which seemed to penetrate deep into their core, he curled his fingertips upwards and found that sought after spot of pleasure.

Why bother with a rhythm of penetration, a pace of using his fingers to assail their undertail when mere seconds showed precisely how easy it was to make this Flygon cum? He closed his free hand around their cock, and allowed their vibration to work against them, the tremble of their maleness within his grasp a pleasure all of its own, and the hard press of his fingers against their bitch button an irresistible ecstasy.

“I'm – I can't stop!" The weight of his own body increased the internal pressure of those fingers, driving the involuntary vibration of his buzzing into a ruinous pleasure, the hand about his cock turning his trembling back against him as a frantic peak was extended into what felt like an endless orgasm, “Ah! I – please – I – oh, no – I –“ The babbling was incomprehensible even to Gideon, who could understand the language of Dragon Pokémon. For Olin, the only understanding was that of pleasure, the frantic twitching and squirming of an overstimulated submissive.

Just as advertised, there was a great satisfaction in this sexual torment, a large and powerful Pokémon made into a writhing slut, bucking into his hand, grinding down onto his fingers, moaning and buzzing as what were once rather energetic orgasms were now beaten into an endless dripping of submissive essence. The smallest movements of his fingers were rewarded with a song from those beating wings, and after a time Olin learned from the music how best to pleasure this needy male. Technique was less important than strength this time, the level of pressure that he applied to turn Flygon's vibration back upon him the core of their ecstasy. Well, that and the embarrassment of the tales idly related by Gideon behind them.

“Wonderful, isn't he!? Nothing beats a Dragon Type Pokémon, Bwahahaha!" The man cheered them on, “Just you wait until you get your cock inside him! You know – one time I fucked him so hard that his mind snapped and he started begging me to put an egg in him! Oh, the fun we had with that! Well – I can hardly impregnate him myself – but a friend of mine in the League had a Volcarona! What a stroke of luck! A bit of work with that ovipositor and it turned out quite a few eggs could fit inside Oz! Of course, he needed a few loads of his Master's cum to slick the way before we started!"

“Master! N – Not that story! Please! Ah!" Despite his protestations, the humiliation of that revelation seemed only to heighten the pleasure he bucked into within the grasp of the Human making sport of him. Olin had cocked his head slightly, rather interested in the tale.

“He painted his chest before the first egg was even fully inside him – but that's quite the norm for Oz! Quite the belly he ended up with! Simply adorable!" The sigh of a pleasant memory, “How many was it in the end!? Four!? I had to bind down your wings so that the buzzing wouldn't harm the eggs! But then I got carried away and Oz ended up chained completely! Well, that caused quite a stir amongst the males of my dragonflight! A pregnant male!? How could this be!? And you were nice and restrained in the birthing position for them!"

He slapped his thigh again, “Bwahahaha! I let them fight for the right to go first! After myself, of course! I am the leader of the dragonflight after all! By the time Oz was pushing out those eggs, there was so much Dragon Type cum from my males over him that you could scarcely see the green!" Gideon grinned broadly, “Every time he passed an egg, he came so hard that I thought his cock was going to explode off his body! Then all I had to do was call him a good 'ness for birthing like a proper female, and Oz orgasmed so powerfully that he fainted!"

Gideon reflected further, his voice lowering a little to scarcely beat the buzz, “Well, my males got a little confused after that. They managed to get it into their heads that I could knock them up – and the next day I found half of the Dragon Sanctuary waging a war over the mountainside to be the next one to bear my eggs. I tell you – it's hard work being the leader of a dragonflight! Bwahahaha!"

The Flygon whined and writhed, “Ah! Oh, no. Now everybody knows. It was so humiliating!" The pleasure of Olin's grasp removed his filter, “My undertail didn't properly close back up after the eggs! Everyone could see all the way inside me! All of the males kept saying the most filthy things between their turns! Oh, dear. It was so embarrassing! I got mated so many times afterwards that I looked pregnant all over again! And then – and then you ordered that Druddigon from the foothills to squeeze my belly – and – and – it came out of both sides! I thought I was going to drown!"

His cock leapt with desperate pleasure, “But it was so – so wonderful! Master… Master made me into the slut that I was too scared to be without Master forcing me! I need – I need to be mated! I need to be a good 'ness for Master and show his Human friend that Dragon Type is the best!"

“Olin – flip him onto his front!" Gideon called out, “My Oz likes best to be mated with his tail raised high and his wings free to beat! He's going to show you why Dragon Type is best! So, you'd better show him that Human cock is the best, too! Bwahahaha!"

Well, Gideon knew best when it came to Dragons, so Olin took the advice of the more seasoned Poképhile, and after relinquishing his grasp of the Flygon, he dragged their thigh over and gave them the time that they needed to properly present themselves for him. Oz did not disappoint. He'd learned well how best to appeal to another male, and now with his inhibitions loosened, his expression had become the misty-eyed desire of a bitch in heat.

He had placed himself upon the flat of his palms and the tips of his stubby feet, his long tail arched high over his back and his stance wide to show off an opening slicked by his own abundant essence. His submissive cock leaked a stream of precum to link it to the wooden planks below, his wings buzzed an enticing tune, and the extension of his neck allowed him to fully turn to watch the Human behind him strip away his clothes with all of the haste that such seduction demanded.

Olin may have been the one mating with Flygon, but the Pokémon's Master had been the director of affairs thus far. His enthusiasm for Dragon Types was boundless, and despite wanting to leave things in the hands of his companion, he simply couldn't help himself. So, Sylph intervened – as Gideon prepared to call out some new anecdote, she placed her slimy hands over his open mouth and smothered the voice of her meddlesome Master into quiet. Good. Master was a little loud sometimes, “Let them have their turn!" He nodded, but she didn't remove her small hands, “Then, we can also – Oh, I can see that Lopunny again!" A quick Dragon Pulse into the trees sent them scurrying away again into the dark…

The man dealing with Flygon had ceased to pay attention to such things, his own focus entirely on the Pokémon presenting themselves before him. The abundance of unique body types had made missionary something of a standard for most of the upright standing Pokémon that he'd mated with, and the large tail had him expecting more of the same here. But this was certainly an enjoyable position when it came to males especially. Just like when he had first met Dusty, he could experience the pleasure of emptying out his submissive onto the floor.

He envisioned a great rut, the same sort of powerful fuck that he'd become trained in delivering through the encounters of the last few months. What he didn't quite expect was that the pleasure of those grasping, cumslicked, vibrating, crushing, and desperately grateful insides – would be so tremendous that by the time he had hilted in the horny Flygon, he was about ready to cum himself, “Arceus' ballsack! How the fuck does anyone last two strokes in you!?" A muffled sound came from behind him, the answer subdued by an angry Sylph. Olin would have to figure that one out for himself.

But he wasn't the only one on the verge of a quick climax, the Pokémon beneath him showing again the bottomless capacity for pleasure of their kin by buzzing his wings and moaning loudly to herald what was probably the heftiest load of cum yet sprayed across the planks below. Olin grit his teeth, “Fuck – sometimes I wish I could do that a half-dozen times and still be ready for more like you guys can…" There was nothing else for it though – he could hardly leave Oz unsatisfied, especially with Gideon watching!

What sobering thought could stay his desires? Perhaps an insult or some harsh words? Damn. That made him think of Gardevoir. What would she say if she could see him now? He smiled as he imagined a tirade against humanity in her voice. It had become so endearing that it almost felt strange to mate without her in his head. Though – she'd probably be focusing on tearing down Gideon more than him if she'd witnessed this. Something accidentally cute would slip into her anger, and pointing it out would make her react even more adorably. But…

That worked. Thinking of her leaving forever with some unknown Master – that returned clarity to his thoughts and sublimated the overwhelming pleasure of Flygon. He banished the unpleasant feeling quickly, refusing to dwell on the tumult of conflicting emotions. There was a Pokémon here that deserved his full attention, after all!

His weight was greater than that of the Mystic Pokémon, and perhaps outside of Moves he could be said to have a grander strength as well. Olin leaned over their back, further pressing that flagged tail over into a great arch, the upwards cant of their hips providing a better angle for penetration. It was that tail that he held for leverage, the breeze stirred by those buzzing wings sufficient to make his long golden hair flutter behind him. Pale and with features which might have been described as Nordic on another world, the giant of a man tensed the muscles of his upper body, his fingers pressing into scaled flesh to grab Oz tightly, and began a languid pace of mating.

The pleasure was exceptional, the alterations in the intensity of vibration inside of the Flygon seeming to echo in a mirror of every moan – it was only through the application of forceful thrusting that Olin was able to control that, and he realised it quickly. A languid pace became rapid, the ruinous assault of a cock twice the size of any Flygon forcing another orgasm from the quivering submissive. The surrender of this submissive male had been won once by Gideon, and now Olin would fuck him into such a broken heap that he too would demand the accolade of victory.

He snarled out his orgasm, the climax upon him swiftly despite his best efforts – but it neither slowed his speed nor damped his force. Their undertail was a sloppy mess, and the abundance of his own seed drew from the strike of wet skin against scale a lewd slapping noise which fought with the song of buzzing wings to reach their ears. His voice rumbled in his chest, not the deep tone that Gideon commanded with at times of pleasure, but instead his own leonine rasp, “Fuck – you're an erotic 'ness…" Another deep thrust, forcing a whimper of pleasure from Oz, “I ain't done. Not until you fall over into that mess you've made on the ground!"

A muffled sound of approval came from Gideon, but failed to defeat the buzz of wings and the lewd wet sound of a grateful cunt receiving the cock it was craving. Oz tried to find words for his pleasure, “Oh – oh, dear! I'm – I don't –“ He was no stranger to marathon sex sessions, but never when he had to maintain such a position to continue to receive pleasure. His legs already ached, his small arms needing to support quite the weight. But the Flygon wasn't done yet either, “More – please – I'm – oh, no – I'm going to lose – I'm – too much!" It was hardly a battle he was hoping to win, and after such an abundance of foreplay, the eroticism of old memories, and now a superior Human cock under his tail, his whole body trembled.

This is what Pokémon were for. Each chose their Master and their own brand of submission, a companion, combatant, lover, or whatever else – and Warrior Pokémon though Oz was, pleasure, intimacy, and the cock of a worthy dominant under his tail was his favourite thing. His Master was watching him. Watching him prove that Dragon Type was the best Type. Maybe… maybe if he did a good job, he might invite that Trainer with the Volcarona back again?

The thought made his insides clench down all the tighter, his hips push back forcibly, his wings buzz with enthusiasm, and his heart sing. Those eggs inside him. Master's eggs, “Arceus! I'm – oh, dear!" It was his own desperate fantasies which both spurred him on to greater heights of pleasuring the Human on his back, but also defeated him completely. A final ruinous climax ran through his body, his inferior cock with nothing left to unload before the Flygon collapsed onto the porch.

The dominant feeling of victory was sufficient to push Olin over the edge, thick and vulgar ropes of Human essence pumped into the core of the broken male, limp beneath him. Oz's eyes were glazed over, his wings finally drooping into stillness as strength left him. A well-fucked, Human-owned cumdump – the extraction of Olin's cock left behind the gaped undertail and leaking seed that the man so much enjoyed observing in the aftermath of a good mating. He stepped aside to show it off to Gideon, the man released by his Goodra to bring himself to his feet and flick his cape imposingly.

The cape was the only thing he still wore.

“Come on, Sylph! Let's you and I show Olin more of the glory of Dragon Type Pokémon! Bwahahaha!"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User DeltaHopper - the very first person to ask for Flygon all the way back in the first chapter! It took us a while to get here - but I hope that you and everyone else that asked for this Pokemon enjoyed him! Also, extra special thanks to User Arekusanderu who gave me the 'vibration' idea that ended up being the core of this lewd scene! Also, User Ferrous Oxide who suggested Volcarona oviposition way back in the Espeon chapter!

Special thanks to User SnakeBussyorSnubussy whom I hope is making good progress on their Devon/Reynard series! User Greenhoof for being a legend as usual with fantastic support and encouragement. User Winterwolf87 for really tempting me towards doing a Ponyta soon. User NoNoNope for honestly giving me an enormous smile for remembering a small detail from so many chapters ago (and some cool battle stuff and mustelid data, too!). User CapitalC for the lone Floatzel vote in Floatzel vs Salazzle (she'll be up eventually! Hopefully it won't take as many chapters to get to as Flygon did) - and also the awesome idea for Silvally. User AdvancedCBMaster for bumping that cool Legendary and the idea of a domination fight with Salazzle. User Oddreptile for adopting Sheila and shaping the last entry. User Arekusanderu for giving me such a path with Darkrai (I can't wait for this one). User Airwall for the thoughtful comments on the series and wonderful encouragement (I think I'll go with most of your suggestions for the B-Team girl!). User DRLa for Chien-Pao, which is such an interesting legendary - no idea where I could put them yet, but they're in mind if we get some cold stuff in the future! User AmpleOpportunity for joining the comments - thank you for the support, you legend! User Johnnyd1988 for swinging in for a shoutout! And User NamelessOne who has given me a cool idea for the endgame.

I'm really blown away with how many comments this series gets, and I'm really grateful for all of them. Your words inspire the story, the kinks, the Pokemon - and you imbue me with the enthusiasm which lets me ream these out at such a pace. Thank you - all of you - very much. And of course, thanks for every fave, vote, watch, view, and folder sub! Folder subs are now at 97 - and I'm super pleased that we're so close to my completely arbitrary goal of 100. I don't even know if that's good - I just know that I'm very grateful that so many people are enjoying this enough to subscribe to it. I hope that you enjoyed this story and keep enjoying it as it continues.

I had fun with this chapter, advancing the A-Plot a little more in the background as Bent continues his political machinations. I've got a plan in mind for that lady reporter that went off-script with him - but we'll get to her in a future entry (thanks again to Airwall for the ideas for her). I wanted to squeeze in a Suicune appearance, but that damn Lopunny is still stalking Olin! There were some fantastic Legendary suggestions last time, and while not in the wilds, you've helped me place them in various places in the future story, so thanks!

Next up is Salazzle - and well... Olin isn't getting away unscathed. It's been too long since he's taken an injury or otherwise been fucked up! I want to queue up a male Grass Type or other suitable Pokemon that will be able to soothe him in the aftermath of those pheromones! While all of the usual suggestions, kinks, ideas, and everything else are as welcome as ever - my chief question this time is: What is the best Pokemon to take care of him after a heavy dose of Salazzle pheromones (Grass Type would be nice, but I'll take anything suitable!)?

Also, another question while I'm here: With the Guide Project having some success, the group will expand a little. I want to add a B-Team of sorts, with a female Human doing the same job as Olin (Inspired by Sheena - cheers, Greenhoof!) How would you feel about a chapter every so often from the perspective of a female Human? Of course, Olin remains the main character and core of the story, so it would only be once in a while - maybe as little as two or three entries for the whole series. Whether she's just in the background, or gets her own entries is down to you!

Oh, and one last thing. Last thing, I promise. What is the best Pokemon Type? Anyone have a fun argument that can be thrown down against Gideon and his 'Dragons are the coolest!' obsession? It might be fun for a rival from the League to confront him one day, and I'm hoping for an argument as over the top and obnoxious as his! (Thank you as well for all of the help, as always!)

Have a most excellent day.