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Vee hated travelling. It was her fine fur which allowed her to sense the world so keenly, the Espeon conscious of the smallest motions around her as every miniscule shift of the air lent to her ability to read and predict the movements of others. That same fine fur also made her quite sensitive to poor weather, and the Sun Pokémon was never happy when the sky was clouded over, and the source of her energy concealed. Being wet confused her too-sharp senses, being cold made her miserable, the overcast sky was depressing, and it was tiresome to walk in the wake of her Master along this wilderness trail.

So, she rode on his shoulders instead, most of her weight on the top of his pack. It was worth needing to duck the occasional tree branch if it meant that she didn't have to dirty her paws. A good thing that Dusty was inside his Pokéball or he would have called her 'Parasite' and levelled some further insult against her lack of stamina. Vee was very much a House Pokémon, a lazy feline that loved to be doted on by her Master. The Lycanroc kept offering to teach her how to fight so that she would have a more defined use for their Human – but frankly, she would rather jump into a tank of Carvanha than take to the Arena again.

Though, a few more Levels wouldn't be so bad. The best that her mental communication could manage outside of other Psychic Type Pokémon was the display of images of which she and the recipient had a common memory, and an increase in her power would improve that. But she could just talk to other Pokémon normally – and the only Human she cared to communicate with was Olin and they had quite the bank of memories between them. Why bother getting stronger?

Her Master advanced along the trail in step with Gideon, the rapier-like man dressed like a fantasy Adventurer straight from a B-tier Isekai, with some leather armour over his travelling clothes and a rather tremendous cape. Olin meanwhile wore a set of dayglo orange waterproofs complete with high-visibility stripes that he'd kept from his construction job. The tonal difference between the two was quite staggering.

The foothills of Mount Wesson were right at the edge of the Psychic Network, the combined mental energy of a great many Psychic Type Pokémon providing a means for communication over distance. Vee snuggled into the neck of her Master and continued to listen to Reynard gush, “…And then he said that he'd cut off my cock and use the knife to carve out a new pussy for him to fuck – and I came so hard that I thought I was going to become a Ghost Type!" There was a great sigh of contentment along the connection, “Oh, Devon – Master! Darling! You always know just what to say to make your little faggot cumdump Slut lose his mind!"

Vee closed her eyes, “Your tastes really are… a bit extreme." Some Pokémon might have demanded that her Master be a little forceful with them, but the sort of play that Reynard described was far too much for Olin to handle. Her ears flicked, “What's wrong with some nice vanilla mating? I mean… I'm not sure if getting wombfucked by my Master until I pass out under him is really… normal… but it's more normal than what you're into!"

“Oh, Darling…" There was a mild smugness to the words, the smallest amount of edge, “You really should think about broadening your horizons some. So, you bagged the Master that you've been lusting after for all these years, but can you really say that you're satisfied just with that?"

“Yes!" She sent a strong mental 'harrumph' along with it, “I love my Master! Master is strong and kind and I fit just right over his shoulders! I'm not all complicated with weird kinks! I just want to cuddle and mate!" She snuggled against the back of Olin's neck, “I'm really happy!"

“Of course, Darling. Good for you." There was a warm smile conveyed along with the words, “All that I'm saying is – perhaps if one evening you would like your Master to find you bound up with leather straps, blindfolded and ring-gagged, with a womb-tickling toy stuffed into your cunt and something nice that vibrates good and hard under your tail… well, I could help with that. Or rather, if I ask my Master very nicely, he could."

“What sort of lewd Pokémon would want such a thing!?"

A chuckle along the link, “Oh, Darling – you are plenty lewd. All of those Psychic Network queries about how best to suck cock and stretch your pussy for him to use? And that one about if a Human could marry a Pokémon? You're adorable." The Espeon cringed a little, flexing her claws into Olin's shoulder, “Besides – our Masters work so hard for us. Wouldn't it be nice for yours to come home and find you all wrapped up for him like the cute little present you are? You might like it, you know…"

Vee launched into a rather scathing response, though as she reached the edge of coverage for the Psychic Network, the vast majority of her defence was conveyed as unintelligible embarrassment. Damn. Damn that Delphox. Damn it all! No wonder Gardevoir was always calling him a slut! And the worst part was that she was quite tempted by the offer. Not that she'd admit that – Vee would make it appear like she was being talked into it. She did have some dignity, after all. A little. Just a bit.

Blissfully unaware of the psychic interactions of his companion Pokémon, Olin merrily strode along the wilderness trail. It was a rather brisk spring morning, a little cold, a little damp, but not at all bad for a good walk. While Mount Wesson was a private Sanctuary, it only meant that it was forbidden to capture Dragon Type Pokémon on the land, with many others populating the area and the occasional Trainer to be found as well.

A Rattata crossed the path before them, from one bush to another, and then three smaller ones in its wake. A few Pidgey eyed the two men from the trees that lined the route, seeming to be amused by the brightness of Olin's waterproofs, though they soon took flight to be about their business. A distant cavern was certainly full of Zubat. They always were. And Gideon had already pointed out a large hole in the ground that he elucidated as a Goomy nest. He then spoke fondly of a young Sylph for the next hour.

Olin smiled, contributing to a lull in the conversation as their hike reached a gradual incline, “I'm glad that we found a good Master for Kommo-o so quickly. I don't think the Lastwall estate would have survived otherwise…"

“Bwahahaha!" Gideon cackled, his booming voice continuing, “Yes! She's in good hands with that Sebastian fellow! He did an excellent job surveying those old ruins up the side of my mountain with his Delphox partner, and the Unown! None of the relics that he seeks were present, sadly! The Mount Wesson Temple is all about Aura!" The man whipped his cape as he sprang along, “I found a good Master for Seviper as well, just as I promised!"

“You did?"

“Ah, yes! I am a man of my word, as a true Knight should be! The fine lady that gave all of that wonderful data to Krieg for the Guide Project! Sheena is her name! Along with her Mightyena and Luxray, she's got quite the team, now! I imagine that the female perspective for all three of those Pokémon shall be included in the next edition of your publication!" He gave a slight sigh, “Alas, my male perspective on Dragon Types is 'far too biased' according to Krieg! Which is why you must advocate on their behalf for me!"

Olin grinned, “I'll do my best!" He punched the air, finding his fist to be directed towards a distant glint of white embedded in the side of Mount Wesson, a stone structure about halfway up, “Hey, what is Aura anyway? Something to do with Lucario, right?"

Gideon nodded his head, “Indeed, yes! Aura is the spirit, the lifeforce of all things!" He pointed to the distant building, “That temple contains a dedication to the Aura Guardians! Those Humans that have a particularly bright Aura!" The man put his fingers to his chin, “A strong Aura can be melded with the spirits of Pokémon to produce various effects! I myself have a small Aura power! A Lucario described it to me as 'a very dim glow' – but by melding my spirit with many Dragon Types, my affinity is grand enough for me to understand the language of Dragon Pokémon!"

“Wow." His brow furrowed in thought. A more inquisitive sort might have dug into the revelation that such a power even existed, But Olin's mind was on his own companions, “I wish I had something like that. I can understand Vee just fine, but sometimes I mess up with Dusty and Lady." He gave a slight sigh, “I'd do anything to understand Lucario. I want to help her open up, but I'm not smart enough to figure out how to do it…"

Gideon clapped him on the shoulder as he passed by, “Aura is so rare in Humans that my 'very dim glow' is probably the only one in the whole country! So, you might be a little out of luck there! Bwahahaha!" His fingers squeezed reassuringly, “But, you don't need anything fancy like Aura to connect your heart with your Pokémon! Hang in there, and your feelings will surely get through! With Lucario, and the same for Gardevoir as well!"

“You're right…" The hand released him, and Olin gave a wistful huff, rather quick to vent, “I'm so jealous, you know?" The thought of Gardevoir cast a shadow over his face, “One day, her real Master is going to show up. And then she'll vanish forever. And I'll have to smile and say goodbye – and I know it's what's right for her – but fuck. Giratina's fucking wrath. I fucking hate it." He gave a half-grin, more like a grimace, “That possessive Human Instinct, right? That must be it."

“Well, that or you're in love with her." Gideon responded rather frankly. And then blinked, “So, about Linoone!" He coughed nervously. Krieg would be most cross with him if he went too far and spilled the extremely obvious beans, “How about a little context on the Pokémon we're out here to find!? Bwahahaha!"

A slightly red in the face Olin only nodded, “Y-yeah!" He could tell that Vee was glaring a hole into the back of his head just from how she had stiffened against his neck. No, she was tilted a little. That glare was levelled at Gideon, and he gave a small cringe under its intensity.

The man bowed a small apology to the Espeon, “Ahem, I think I shall lower my voice for the moment." Even now, his volume was much too high, “Her name was Shiela. I first encountered her as a challenger, the sweeper of a young Trainer that used the Belly Drum, Berry, Return sequence to great effect. Excellent potential. I was surprised to see Return rather than Extreme Speed – and that cost Sylph a faint!" He sighed, “Alas, Linoone is a low tier Pokémon, and as her Master advanced through the ranks, she was replaced and released around the time I left the League."

He paused for a moment, halting to the side of the path to allow a pair of young Trainers pass them by on the trail, “It was hardly a callous affair or anything. An amicable parting of ways. But I am aware of everything that happens on my mountain, and I know that Linoone has not been able to reacclimate to the wild." Gideon pointed upwards, “My Noivern is going to find her. Then, we're going to set a trap and catch her. You're with me today because you're the bait!"

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Linoone was hungry. She'd been hungry for a while now. It was quite hard to catch food when you could only really move quickly in a perfectly straight line, and harder still when you'd been caught so young as a Zigzagoon that you'd never really properly gotten used to hunting in the first place. Berries were scarce at this time of year and the water was too cold for fishing. Night had fallen and another day of wandering was at a close. She sighed, and gave a slight smile, “Well, shit. Guess I'm gonna die, huh?" A slight shrug, “Well, win some, lose some, right?"

“WRONG!" She shouted it out, angrily, “Why do I have to eat the big one like this, huh!? This forest sucks! There's no television! I want my food bowl and I want my bed and I want to go home!" A hoot came from above, the stern gaze of a Noctowl upon her, “Oh, buzz off! Can't you see I'm getting my final complaints in before I go meet Arceus and tell him he's a punk-ass bitch?"

The Linoone moaned and rolled onto her back, kicking the air helplessly, “Why'd I have to act all cool and tell Master that I'd totally be fine on my own!? I'm so dumb! I'm the dumbest Pokémon in the whole universe! She even offered to find me another Master! It's not fair! It's not fair, Noctowl! It's totally all my fault, but it's still not fair!" The Owl Pokémon tucked his head under his wing, “Hey, don't ignore me! I'm a full-on tragic heroine here!" There was no response, “Fine! I'll find another tree to curl up and die under! Your shitty oak isn't good enough for my corpse anyway!"

Of course, she had no intention of actually dying. Linoone was quite prone to hyperbole, and it had only been two days since her last meal. It had fallen from the sky like all of her other dinners. A blanket wrapped around a large pack of Pokéchow – a glance up revealing nothing but a black winged shadow. Too bad that a Nickit had stolen the blanket. In fact, “Fuck you, Nickit! Now I'm cold again!" Linoone howled it into the forest, venting her frustration, “Why does everything bad always happen to me!?"

In the worst case, she could probably make her way to Wesson Town and try to find a Human, but it felt like it would be a defeat. What if her old Master saw her? How embarrassing that would be. So long as food, blankets, and other supplies continued to fall from the sky, she'd probably be fine for a while. How convenient, her one piece of good luck, “Whoever that flying Pokémon that keeps dropping things is – thanks for being so clumsy for me!" She strutted along, “And I'm so clever for always being the first to arrive where they land!"

Supplies never lasted long, though. Linoone was a glutton, and thrived as a low tier Warrior Pokémon by having the Ability of the same name. A truly wild example of her species would have made several stash points by now, dividing up the food and other materials and rationing them carefully. As for this Linoone, though… what she couldn't eat there and then went into her cheek pouches to be munched on for the rest of the day!

Her stomach rumbled. She'd definitely lost weight over the time she'd been wandering, the soft pudge that she'd always thought of as evidence of being well-kept shorn away by hardship. Linoone had revealed herself to a few Trainers but, “Damn it… I probably would have been caught by now if I didn't keep getting carried away and fainting their Pokémon!" She scowled, padding into the darkness, “It's their fault anyway for sending trash against me! I know I'm trash tier, but still! I don't wanna get caught by some nobody with a Caterpie as their main Warrior Pokémon!"

She huffed, “That's enough of that. I don't care anymore. I'm going to get caught by the next Human I see!" And then a moment of consideration, “Probably. I just need a Human to solve all of my problems! It's too much work being on my own! Why would anyone want to live like this!?" A squeak from the shadows beneath a tree as a Raticate rebuked her, the Pokémon woken up by her loud complaining, “You're all fucking savages! A hole in the ground!? I used to have a fluffy bed and three meals a day! Yeah, I had to battle every once in a while, but I was good at it! Now I'm a loser like all of you guys!"

Linoone whined, and again rolled onto her back in the middle of the path, kicking her legs in frustration as she begged the sky, “Oh, Arceus in heaven, you punk-ass bitch, I ain't the praying sort, but if you can do me one favour – just one fucking thing – I swear I'll be a good girl from now on! Just give me a Human! Any Human will do!" She tilted her head slightly, pondering, “Actually, I want to be specific! A big warm cuddly Human with lots of food! You know, when you think about it, you really owe me this. You made me hatch as a trash tier Warrior Pokémon that's only good for literally one sweeping strategy! Why couldn't I have been something cool!? If I die out here, it's all your fault!"

What was that smell?

Immediately, the Linoone flipped back onto her feet, sniffing at the air. Food. Human food. Hot Human food with lots of herbs being cooked in a big pot! Something fatty and rich! The Pokémon threw herself to the ground, “Oh, thank you, Arceus! I'll never call you a punk-ass bitch again! You're my favourite made-up God from now on! When I die and get to heaven, I'll totally suck your cock, you can guarantee it!"

Some distance away, Olin squeezed shut his eyes and covered his face with his hands. It took a few deep breaths for him to find the resolve to go through with the ridiculous plan that Gideon had pitched. 'This Linoone is probably the only Pokémon dumber than- I mean, she's not very smart, Bwahahaha!', that had been his reasoning for how obvious the lure was. The campsite was placed in a small clearing, a well-dug firepit at the heart of it with a pair of fallen logs forming a V-shaped heat-wall to keep the space warm.

A large tent was pitched, with a single folding chair before it and an abundance of Wooloo wool blankets showing off quite the nest within. A cooking pot bubbled merrily, a bourguignon that Krieg had made the previous day for them to bring out – bread toasted by the fire – and there was even a paper bag filled with store-bought pastries for dessert. Rather decadent for a single night in the foothills of Mount Wesson, but Goodra had proved hearty enough to carry most of this equipment all by herself – and Lady had been brought along to manage the last of the cooking. Though she and Vee now rested within their Pokéballs.

There were shadows between the trees, Dusty and Lucario performing a roving patrol to ensure that no Pokémon but the one that they were after approached the camp, and Gideon had taken to the sky with his Noivern partner. All that was left was for Olin to play his part, “Oh, no! I… I seem to have brought far too much food for me to eat all by myself! I wish there was a hungry Pokémon willing to help me out!" His acting was sub-par to say the least.

Linoone perked up immediately, not doubting a word. Oh? Oh! Yes! What wonderful luck! Maybe Arceus really had delivered for her after all! Yes! Or maybe 'damn'? Now Linoone was on the hook to be a Good Girl. Fuck. She had approached the camp carelessly, ignorant of the patrolling Pokémon, with most of her senses focused on that cooking pot.

Now Olin properly cringed. He'd been told that this Linoone had quite the abundance of pride as well, and probably wouldn't just give themselves up just if they were fed. He took a deep breath, and went rather red, “If only there was a Normal Type Pokémon out there that could impress me with her mating skills! T-then I'd certainly take them back to civilisation w-with me! I'd p-pay them back for some good sex by helping them find a good Master!" He'd said a lot worse, a lot more explicitly when mating, but there was something so embarrassing about calling out such a thing into the forest. What if there were other campers in the area?

There was a glint in the shadows, and Olin leaned forward to peer into the dark. Was that Linoone? No. The firelight revealed the face of a Lopunny looking like she had just won the lottery. Sadly, she didn't make it any closer to the clearing before Dusty tackled her into a bush. The man bowed his head in apology for whatever his Lycanroc was putting her through. Krieg was often threatening him with a Lopunny as something of a joke, reasoning that there was not a chance Olin had the stamina yet to keep up with one. It might have been nice to take a shot at proving him wrong.

Linoone had paused again. Mating, huh? What a novel idea. Her pride demanded that the Human beat her somehow for her to submit to being caught, and sex was a much more comfortable experience than battling. Now that she thought about it, how long had it been since her last mating? Several months at least. And she'd never tried a Human before. She grinned. Mating with a Human was a sign of status. They were typically very hard to seduce, and Human-Pokémon relationships exceedingly rare. Even if she had a Human just once, she could brag about it forever!

Her mind fixated on the idea. Her last sexual encounter had been through a Pokémon breeding centre, and worried about impacting her future as a Warrior Pokémon, she'd chosen partners which did not share an egg group with her. Quite the variety of males. A few females as well. But a Human was different. No male Pokémon could measure up in terms of size, and the instinct to submit to mankind made sex particularly raw and passionate. Linoone had heard quite a few stories – and now was a chance for some pleasure of her own…

Rather sold on the idea, she tilted up her chin and strutted into the firelight, putting her best foot forward. But however much she may have idly been fantasising, her words were addressed mostly to the cooking pot, “Hey there, Human. That smells good! A meal and a mating, huh? Well, I'm feeling pretty generous, so maybe I'll let you have me!" She shuffled from foot to foot, “Come one! Make me up a bowl! I'm starving here! I want some bread, too! Oh, and one of those pastries! No, give me all of those pastries!"

Olin blinked. He couldn't understand the Pokémon, but the body language was somewhat obvious. What surprised him most was the state of this creature. Her fur was a matted mess with no shortage of dried dirt. Her claws were chipped, and her body a little thin. Not a Pokémon in a good condition at all. Though in terms of size, she was quite the remarkable specimen, much larger than the standard for her species, she was not dissimilar to Espeon in scale. Krieg had assured him as part of the Guide Project that even small Pokémon were rather accommodating, but Olin must have admitted some worry of how he would proceed if she was only the half-metre in length that was normal for a Linoone.

Above all else, first and foremost, Olin gave a smile as the act ceased, “Hello, Linoone. You look like you've had a rough time for a while. After you've eaten, let me see if I can do something about your fur…" The opportunity to add this Pokémon to the roster of the Guide Project aside, his instinct was to help. He loaded up a large bowl with the Eurasian stew, tore up some hunks of toasted bread to place at the side of it, and set down a sweet berry pie, too.

The Linoone danced from foot to foot with impatience, “Oh, a good grooming as well? Don't mind if I fucking do! Wow. Arceus really did come through for me! Haha!" She fell face first into the bowl, an absolute mess of burgundy soaking into her fur as she indulged her gluttony with wild abandon. She licked the bowl clean. And then the next bowl. And then the next. And then she polished off most of the bread. And then the entire pie. And then the doughnuts. And then the cheesecake.

She'd eaten until her belly bulged, and now rolled over onto her back, content at last. It had been a show that Olin had rather enjoyed, and he'd been unable to resist taking a quick snap with his phone to send to Krieg of Linoone enjoying the meal he'd made. The wispy man was a rather good cook, but went a little quiet when asked how he had sharpened that skill, muttering something about Vulpix before changing the subject. There was something that he should probably ask Gideon about…

“That was most excellent, Human!" Linoone declared, “I'm mostly full! I could still eat another pie, but I don't want you to think that I'm too much of a glutton! Also… I don't think you have another pie." The large man had placed on a folding table beside him some towels, a steel bowl of heated water, and a brush, now tapping his hand in his lap to beckon her approach, “Oh, a grooming! Well, I suppose I must look my best! How convenient! A Human with everything that I want just showing up out of nowhere! What are the chances!?"

She bounded into Olin's lap, and despite her small size, the addition of so much food that her belly had swollen made the man sway slightly from the impact. He wet the towel, wringing it out to make it damp, “Look, uh, now that you're here – don't worry about that mating part if you don't want to. You've uh… impressed me with… your eating skills? Really cool how you… ate so much? I'm sure I can take you back to Wesson Town and find you a good Master… As thanks for… the show?"

The Linoone preened in his lap, “Yes, I am very impressive, you know? You've got a good eye to know how to appreciate me! Wow! This was really easy!" The damp towel pressed over her face, clearing up the burgundy stains and the abundance of crumbs, “Pwah! Fuck, I've not been clean in forever! You know, it's been so tough living like these Wild Pokémon? The river is too cold to bathe in, nothing like a proper Human bath at all! None of the food is cooked! I've had to eat the Pokéchow that falls from the sky all the time, and that's super bland! The other day, a Poochyena called me a narcissist! What a bitch! I mean, they are literally, but still! Oh Arceus, what a low-hanging line that was, fuck!"

She chittered a litany of complaints while Olin worked on her, venting her frustrations of time spent in the wilds. It didn't matter that he didn't understand her, it just felt good to have someone to talk to, “And another thing – I know I'm trash tier, but I still have some pride! I'm not some easy Pokémon, I used to battle in the League!" Linoone gave a slight pout, the wet towel having cleaned up the worst of her fur, Olin had now set to brushing. Her ego was reinvigorated by the treatment, “I mean, the meal and the grooming have me like ninety percent of the way there – but you still gotta finish impressing me if you want me to go into a Pokéball without a fight!"

Linoone stretched out her back as she was flipped in his lap, the brush making long sweeping motions along her coat. The Pokémon had quite a bit of heft to her despite missing a few meals before now, her cleaned up fur a tan colour with brown stripes, her tail bushy and body profoundly flexible. Cute and cuddly is what Olin would have called her. Especially those little tufts of fur at the ears and cheeks! Oh, that brush felt good. The damp towel was a necessity, but the brush was pleasure, “Oh, fuck. Maybe ninety-five percent." Her little nose twitched, “Didn't you say you want to be impressed by my mating skills? You don't get to say that and then back out of it! Now that I think about it, you should be the one impressing me!"

Conceited to the extreme, the Pokémon gave a small harrumph, but then shivered with delight as the brush passed along her back again. Her previous Master had mostly cleaned up Linoone by recalling her to the Pokéball to make use of its purifying feature, this sort of grooming an exceptionally rare treat. It was a skill that Olin had long since mastered – his high-maintenance Espeon often demanding such treatment of him. But he'd never resented obliging her. Caring for his Pokémon was rather fun, and she'd always be so affectionate afterwards. These days that affection had turned more carnal, but still.

He finished off with the brush, rather pleased with the result. While it wasn't quite up to the standard that he could manage at home, just a damp towel and a hard brush had been more than sufficient to restore lustre to the Linoone. He ran his fingers through her fur, “Wow… that's soft." Not as soft as Vee, but Espeon fur was very short and fine, while here there was enough for him to sink his hand into, “I've never felt anything like this before."

The petting motion of these strokes was just as luxurious as the brush, and Linoone gave a low rumble, appreciating the attention. She swallowed, softening up for a moment, “Fuck… it's been really hard… really, really hard. For a while, I didn't think I was gonna make it. Fuck. Uh – harder, dig in your nails a bit. Ah, you can't understand me." Linoone rolled onto her back, baring her rounded belly for his attentions, “I'm gonna be okay, huh? All I gotta do is be a good girl like I promised Arceus and you'll find me a nice Master…"

The food had been quite the distraction, but now under this gentle affection her mind was free to wander once more. Well, if she was going to be a good girl for Arceus, then she should make sure that this was a fair deal for them. This Human had fed her, groomed her, and promised to find her a Master – didn't he deserve a bit of pleasure in return? She sighed happily. Or rather, it would be nice to have an excuse to justify a good fuck to her pride. Hungry and horny is how she had started out, tempted by the promise of a meal and a mating. Now she was only the latter.

Not that she wouldn't say no to another pie.

Their clearing was warm and comfortable, her belly was full enough for now, and that hand felt wonderful flowing down her chest and over her stomach. Amazing. Her whole evening had been so convenient that the sequence of events that led her here almost felt contrived. Well, she had prayed to Arceus for exactly this, and wasn't the type to look into things too deeply right from the start. Heaven had sent a Human to feed her, groom her, and now he was going to mate with her. Strange. After being so bold with what he was calling out earlier, he now seemed hesitant. A little disappointing. Linoone quite was looking forward to that part. Well, when a Pokémon wanted something, they took it!

So, as his hand stroked down her body, she wrapped herself around Olin's arm, dragged it further down, and pressed her crotch into his palm. There was a time when such a thing would at least make him blink, but now quite the seasoned Poképhile, he only gave a slight smile, “So, still want that mating after all, huh?" There was heat beneath his hand, but only the slightest trace of moisture, “Well, if that's the case – leave it to me. You're the prideful sort, aren't you? I don't think you'd accept me taking you back to Wesson Town to find you a good Master if you didn't earn it."

She huffed, and in that inscrutable language complained, “Well, it's your fucking fault, you know? I get turned on real easy – but then I got distracted by the food – and now that I'm full, I'm properly horny." Her claws clung tightly, “I promised fucking Arceus, and even though they probably don't exist, there's like – a sorta chance – that a log might fall on me or something if I'm not a good girl now!" A slight whining then came, “Come on! I wanna fuuuuuck!"

He pulled the Linoone closer into himself, upright in his lap, she wrapped her arms and legs around his arm and cuddled against him rather cutely. Olin placed his hand over her sex, the Pokémon faced away from him, “I want to take my time warming you up before I see those mating skills of yours." Soft and full of stew, Linoone was a warm weight against him, the grasp of her claws quite tight as her whole body squeezed his forearm, “I quite like high-maintenance girls, you know?"

She reminded him a little of Vee, a needy Pokémon that always insisted on getting what she wanted, but rather adorable in the ways that she pursued things. A little prideful, a little conceited sometimes, but a good Pokémon in her heart. Linoone deserved to be brought in from the cold, deserved to find the sort of Master that would pamper her the way Olin did Vee, and after dinner and a brushing – she deserved a good mating, too!

Only fractionally smaller than the Espeon – titanic really compared to the usual size of her species – Linoone fit well against his chest, tucking her head into his open jacket to further enjoy the warmth of him. Looking down her body, he spread his fingers slightly to reveal the femininity between them, the smallest amount of pink within the tan fur, she ground herself against him idly as he returned his palm to the heat of her crotch, finding that she'd become significantly wetter just over the course of these moments. When there was no possibility of eggs, Pokémon really did seem to be quite cavalier about mating – quick to find the mood and faster still to become immersed in it.

“What are you waiting for, Human!? Get on with it!" She shifted her hips slightly, but from this position remained at the mercy of the arm she had become wrapped around, her body tight against his chest in an embrace. There was a delightful intimacy to it, but the idea of impending sex inspired some level of desperation as racing thoughts invoked desire. She was going to mate with a Human. A big Human. The concept was a thrilling one, the size difference significant, and the promise of pleasure a wonderful aphrodisiac.

Those fingers spread again, and this time Olin could observe a string of liquid need cross the opening of a needy slit. The inhuman genitalia reminded him a little of Vee's feline cunt, but the lips here were more pronounced, engorged with a need that could not be contained within her body and obvious through the dense fur. The hooded clit was slightly embedded, but from this upwards angle, the curling of two of his fingers into that tight wetness allowed his palm to press against it. The result was immediate, a squirming into the penetration, a little squeak into his jacket, and the continuing grind of her hips.

Needy, and hardly a passive partner. Most of the Pokémon he had been with so far had been all too happy to leave everything to Olin – but Linoone pursued her own pleasure quite vigorously right from the start. Her body-grasp of his arm was sufficient leverage to make the shuffling back and forth of her hips meaningful, and the man rewarded the rhythm of her pleasure by rocking his hand in turn to those motions, the abundant femslick of a needy Pokémon leaking out into his leg to leave a damp patch. Maybe he should have kept his waterproofs on after all.

“Fuck. Arceus! You know how to use those fingers, huh?" She whined into his jacket, “I hear Pokémon lose their fucking minds when they mate with Humans – go all submissive and shit. I can see why!" The flexibility of form allowed Linoone to throw her weight into his hand, “I don't give a damn. I just wanna be taken care of! I want food and a warm bed! I want to laze around and be pampered! And I want to fucking cum!" She moaned, unabashed in the exhalation of her pleasure, “Harder! I need this, and you're gonna give it to me!"

Olin was denied the languid pace that he normally took things at to start with, the eager Linoone bucking against his fingers to chase down an orgasm that came remarkably quickly. Her face buried in his jacket, her claws pricking his skin as she bound her body about his arm, and her cunt clamping down hard on fingers that he continued to pump into her throughout the climax. The mess of fluids staining his leg expanded, the base of her pussy set against the rougher fabric of his walking trousers, a difference in texture for her to grind against as his palm worked her clit and fingers probed deeply.

A glutton for pleasure as well as food. Olin grinned as he realised it, rolling his shoulder slightly as he prepared himself to sate this need as well. Pokémon came hard and often, every male with several shots in them and every female he'd had so far devastatingly wet. Perhaps it made the difference in sizes between compatible species more reasonable – well lubricated cunts for exotic cocks, and productive males to make up for the lacking size of most genitalia. Every one of these wonderful creatures had their own sweet spot, and a flexing of his index finger found the point of pleasure belonging to Linoone.

His focus was immediately there, and he now rather than match the pace of her rolling hips he set his own, a ruinous stirring of a sloppy pussy, “Moan as much as you want. I like a grateful cunt." It was a line he'd said before, and certainly true. The grind of her hips, the moans from her throat, squeezing claws and quivering insides – it was applause for his efforts. Olin still considered foreplay to be his favourite part of sex, the application of tongue and hands, the teasing and the pleasure of it, more enjoyable generally than the mating part itself. Of course, there was some skill to a good fuck – but it was truly gratifying to be able to use his twisting digits to force a female Pokémon to cum until they were insensate.

“Fuck! Fucking – slow – fucking – down – ah – fucking Arceus' cock!" With the downwards drive of her hips, that rough fabric stimulated her lower lips wonderfully, the twisting exploitation of those fingers a domineering pleasure superior to any Pokémon maleness. The inside of his jacket was filled with the masculine scent of a Human Master, the strength of his assault of her sex an overwhelming call to submission, “Fuck – I'm – again!" A second orgasm, and while for Pokémon the period of overstimulation in the wake of climax was quite brief, Linoone practically screamed as the pace of pained pleasure only increased in the wake of that rush of submissive femcum.

Linoone squeezed her eyes shut. Were all of the rumours true? A Human was an ideal mating partner, a cock larger than any male Pokémon, long and dexterous fingers, and those flat muzzles housed quite the gracious tongue. Maybe she should see about finding a Master that would mate with her often? She's known fellow Warrior Pokémon that had bragged about being 'Human-owned sluts' and 'race-traitor whores', and before now always thought that sort of degradation to be a bit much. Perhaps there was some allure to it. A warm comfy bed. A nice big food bowl. And a Human that would take care of her, feed her, groom her, and fuck her until she came herself stupid!

“Fuck! I'm – fuck!" A third orgasm, and while the muscles in his arm bulged, there was no sign of Olin stopping. The sight of the wet patch on his leg she had caused had her ears flick and cheeks burn in embarrassment. But most humiliating of all was the sound. A lewd and sloppy shlicking noise of a stirred up pussy, the Human seemed to be doing his utmost to heighten the noise, occasionally twisting his fingers deeply to force a squeak of pleasure to eclipse her low moans.

It was hard to form even these fragmentary sentences. But it was more than the pleasure and bodily reactions which sublimated her capacity for words. If Linoone were able to speak, she would probably have declared that her mind was 'going weird', her instinct for submission triggered by scent, pleasure, and the iron-grasp of the male making sport of her. Her body was a game for him to play, and the knowledge that she was being used so thoroughly invoked a submissive surrender.

“Yes! Fuck – more! This – fuck! What I'm – for!" The pleasure was overwhelming, the heat, the scent, the warm joy of a full belly and satisfaction of a groomed coat of fur now made messy again by femcum. This is what she was for. She wanted to be used, to be owned. Being on her own was too hard. As a trash tier Pokémon, maybe battling was too hard as well? Wouldn't it be easier to find a nice Human male that would use her as his treasured cumdump? A warm and soft companion that he could impale on his cock and pump full of superior Human essence? There were four Pokéballs on the belt of this one already – but whoever she was handed off to…

Whether the person Olin gave her to was into Pokémon or not, Linoone decided at this moment that she would seduce them until she got exactly what she wanted! And she wanted precisely this as often as she could get it! The overstimulation of pleasure had robbed from her the ability to roll her hips, and now all that Linoone could do was clung to his arm desperately as he forced her into a fourth climax. Forced her. Demanded that she cum. The insistence of his motions was a command that she yield. The Human said that he only wanted to warm her up? How was this only a prelude when already her body had surrendered to pleasure?

Olin grinned to himself, conscious of that moment in which Linoone had slumped against him and handed herself over entirely. Mewtwo had been refreshing for the amount of work that he had to put in to reach the point in which he took control of a Pokémon – but there was a great satisfaction as a male when all that it took was the ministrations of your hand and masculine presence to bring a submissive to such clinging pleasure. That fourth climax was quite enough, and after bullying the Linoone through the period of overstimulation which followed, he dragged his fingers from her cunt slowly, making sure that she watched the thick line of femcum connecting his digits to her twitching pussy.

Unable to resist, he sampled her flavour, finding that a Normal Type Pokémon was not too dissimilar to a Human in this regard. Perhaps a little strong actually, after a few months in the wild – and there was only so thorough that he could be with a damp towel – but the taste was not unpleasant if a little sharp. And there was certainly a lot of it. The thigh she had been riding was completely drenched; the fur of her crotch equally soaked. A pity that so much of that femcum had been wasted.

He scoffed slightly. A few months ago, would he have thought that Pokémon fluids soaked up by fur and fabric were 'wasted'? His relationship with his own companions aside, those were the thoughts of a man that had entirely given himself to the world of Poképhilia. Well, if that was the case, then why not indulge himself further? It was his right as a Master to own this debauchery, and the privilege of a submissive Pokémon to be indulged! He liked a grateful cunt? What sort of shitty dominant would he be if he didn't earn that gratitude?

“F-fuck!" The dazed Linoone was stirred as Olin took her weight into his arms, turning the smaller Pokémon to face him and leaning back on his chair. She may be roughly equal in size to Espeon, but after wrapping herself to keenly around his forearm, a much greater dexterity had been shown off – enough to give the man an idea. He lifted her up, brought her to his face, and after planting her hindlimbs on his shoulders, she obediently grabbed a hold of his head and as the world went dark in a mass of soft fur, her needy pussy settled against his beard.

Heavy. But the chair was well supported, and Olin did not neglect the muscle groups of his neck and shoulders when training, the weight clinging to his face not insubstantial. His arms provided some additional support as he held Linoone close, and took in her scent. It was the earthy tone of the foothills of Mount Wesson – and perhaps some of the sweetness of the wine Krieg used in his cooking. Female need as well, the pleasure of a Pokémon thrown into submission. Her stomach was warm, the fur so soft, but Olin had something else to focus on.

A slight upwards push of the arms that supported her made his intentions more insistent, his lips pressed against a very small femininity, and his tongue slowly dragged over those engorged outer folds. Linoone whine again, finally able to find her voice as this much softer pleasure was plied to her body, “Arceus' nutsack… I can see why all those Pokémon that have mated with Humans end up going so fucking crazy. What the fuck is wrong with us? I – you've not even fucked me yet, and I'm fantasising about spending the rest of my life dedicated to Human cock!"

The fantasy was very alluring, and grew more attractive with each cleaving drag of his tongue through her submissive and yielding cunt, “I'd – I'd be a good little cumdump, right? Uh – if you find me a male Human." Her chipped claws found purchase in his golden hair, “If it's a female Human – fuck – I eat pussy just fine! I've eaten every cumshot I've ever taken out of my own cunt! I don't mind females, either!" Her clit was embedded, but not so deeply that Olin could not force his lips against it and apply pressure by crushing it between them, “F- ah! As long as they can – do that!"

Now he was as languid in his pace as he would normally have been to start, using this more gentle pleasure as a period in which Linoone could recover. That strong flavour slowly transitioned from merely palatable to rather addicting, and Olin found himself with the opportunity to compare the Pokémon he'd indulged in thus far. What was his favourite? Well, he'd never admit it to anyone. Especially not to his own team. But by a fraction (and he would stress – a very small one!) – probably Scolipede. Sweet and tarte… Chester was a lucky guy to be able to eat that horse-bug pussy whenever he wanted.

Of course, he was quite fortunate himself as well. The mind-tingling taste of Espeon, the salty musk of Lycanroc, the earthy tang of Nidoqueen and… Mewtwo tasted like his head was going to explode – but he'd probably get used to it one day! No Pokémon was the same, every one of them unique and deserving of their own careful attentions. Each orgasm was an affirmation of his own dominance, applause for his Mastery – though with the idea of handing Linoone off to someone else so clearly established from the start, he found that part of him to be somewhat muted this time. Perhaps because if he went wild, then he'd demand to have her all to himself by the time they were done!

Olin was so lost in thought that the orgasm of the Pokémon latched onto his face almost took him by surprise, his attention returned to a squirming Linoone on the build-up to this fifth climax. Giratina's cunt – it was hard not to feel a little jealous of how many times a Pokémon could reach this peak when the most that he could reasonably achieve was two. Though, a Human did seem to have much more sexual stamina. Best lean into that strength he thought, as Olin pressed his drenched beard into the crotch grinding against his face, returned her embrace, and continued to indulge himself on his own meal of Linoone pussy. Even better than Krieg's bourguignon.

Her need was growing once again, and as the Linoone recovered herself, she again began to take possession of her own pleasure rather than simply leave everything to Olin. Her body shifted against him as she ground her sloppy cunt into his face, the rock of her hips supported by clinging claws and the cradle of his arms, “Ah – that's fucking it – fuck – did you think I was fucking done?" She moaned, her breath ruffling his mane of golden hair, “I'm full of fucking energy now I've got a meal in me! I ain't crawling into your shirt to sleep until you've creamed this pussy you're eating!"

The squirming grew insistent, not as a protest to pleasure, but an indication to move on which no gentleman would ignore. Weighty though she may be – certainly more than Vee, the other Pokémon he typically handled so casually – Linoone was not so significant that he couldn't balance her with one arm, and he freed the other to open his belt and pull off his pants. Hopefully the fire would do something about drying off that great wet patch that she'd left behind. That said, his own arousal had been so built up over his time enjoying this Pokémon that an abundance of precum had left quite the mess all of his own. A thought came to mind – would Linoone think those fluids as much of a waste as he thought hers? Fuck. What had happened to him? Maybe Gardevoir had a point about his debauchery.

No. Don't think about Gardevoir. After that line from Gideon earlier, thinking about her was… confusing. And he owed Linoone the attention she deserved, as well!

There was a delight in the strings of femcum that linked the fur of her crotch to the mess left behind in his golden beard, and Olin was unable to resist licking his lips cartoonishly. The Linoone drawn from his face covered her face with her claws adorably, and did not remove them until she was set down in his lap, the immensity of his cock something new for her to cling to. She blinked, and then swallowed hard. She may be a large example of her species, but Linoone remained less than half the size of Olin, his maleness appropriately proportioned to his giant stature. It settled against the bulge of her belly, the promise of a penetration as deep as the midriff it surpassed, enough for arousal and fear to intermingle.

“Holy fucking shit. Fucking Arceus' balls. Giratina's fucking cunt. What the fuck is that supposed to be!? Humans are fucking huge!" Pokémon were combative by nature, imbued with Moves and fighting prowess – evolution demanded a reduction in their vulnerable areas, resulting in males being quite small generally. The masculinity before her eyes was double what she'd seen on any Pokémon species, the scent a heady musk which clouded her thoughts as she instinctively lowered her head to better examine the cock pinned between them.

Her tongue extended, questing, her blood pounding in her ears as all else became strangely quiet. Another swallow, as if she was devouring the scent alone, a hypnotic power demanding her worship. Submission for a Pokémon to a Human came most often in the form of companionship. Bonds forged through battle. Friendship. But when that instinct to bow was turned to the sexual, it was enough to make her cunt throb against the thigh she rested on, her small tail raise, her eyes mist over and all other thoughts cease.

Submission. Surrender. Her whole body shook, her tongue still yet to make contact with the bead of precum at the tip of his length. Human-owned sluts and race-traitor whores. She'd laughed at them once. In this moment, even her gluttony was sublimated by the idea that Linoone was nothing but a set of holes yearning to be filled by superior Human cock. Her mind was filled with debauched fantasies, and she understood now the pride that those Pokémon that mated with their Masters felt when they bragged of such pleasures. Her tongue made contact, the flavour of Human domination washed over her discerning palate. And Linoone came so hard against Olin's thigh that she thought her heart might just explode.

Olin seized the midriff of the Pokémon as she cried out her orgasm, a gushing pleasure against his leg an outpouring from a honeypot which never seemed to run dry. She shook violently, embracing his cock with her claws and nuzzling against it, the man quite fortunate that poor care of them in the wilds had left them weathered away to bluntness. He couldn't help but grin. Whatever design Arceus had in mind when he placed this instinct for submission into Pokémon, he was thankful for it. Tempering Human domination had as much become a part of his own identity, and as Linoone placed her small muzzle over the head of his cock and suckled desperately, it was a greatly affirming pleasure.

Sloppy and without skill, he would have guessed that it was the first time that she had ever sucked cock. It wasn't. But a desperation to fulfil some primal need had overtaken Linoone to the extent that she now suckled with such need, ground her cunt against his thigh in such a frenzy, and enveloped his maleness in such a soft and wet hug of fur, that there was no other thought in her head but the want for his essence in her maw.

Olin was happy to oblige. If you could use your fingers and tongue to compel so many orgasms from such a cute creature, and demand such submission from them that they quaked in an untouched climax against your leg – then of course your cock was ready to fucking burst! At least, that is what Olin would say. He may enjoy foreplay the most, and take such pride in what he was capable of, but he was still a man, and desired his own pleasure as well. His fingers flexed against the comfortable fur, he grit his teeth, and he snarled out his orgasm.

They were certainly getting messy. As copious as a Pokémon. It had been that way ever since Primarina, despite Krieg demanding that it was all in his head. Not that it really mattered now. Linoone's mouth flooded, but Olin was denied the glory of a portion of his cumshot making a mess of her face, or the choking submission of it streaming from her nose. Her cheek pouches expanded. Little by little. Her eyes closed and she drew every drop of his climax into her mouth, and leaned back to release his cleaned cock.

Linoone was finding it hard to think straight. The taste of Human masculinity had overwhelmed her senses, the cloying essence plastered against the inside of her maw swept away by her tongue as what remained of the precious load came to be stored in her cheeks. The Human was grinning. There was something devious about it, but it was hard to discern any intent when the idea of that same cock from which she had just supped would soon be inside of her. She squeaked as he lifted her up, quickly covering her mouth with her small paws as the sound almost cost her a drop of the essence she was so intent on savouring.

That was Olin's game. Linoone had uttered no shortage of stammering pokéspeak up until this point, be it her long streams of consciousness, or her stammered cries for pleasure – and now whatever he did to her, there was a demand for silence should she hope to keep what was in her cheek pouches. Adorable though she looked with those bulges, Olin decided that she'd be even cuter with the mess of his load all over the fur of her chest. So, he set the head of his cock against an opening which was forced to stretch as unreasonably tightly as Vee's did around his maleness, and with a slight grunt of effort of his own, began to bring Linoone down onto his shaft.

A whining keen rang out from her nose, her clawed paws still crossed over her muzzle in a demand to keep it shut. It was hard for her to think of it as a game or to approach this as playfully as Olin was when that instinct for submission demanded such reverence for superior Human seed. The pressure of his cock was a pleasure that overwhelmed any sense of pain, the crushing of her slightly embedded clit a ruinous ecstasy, and the slow plunging of her warm and wet depths a fulfilment which had her pawtoes curl. Fuck. How could she ever go back to her own kind after this? Her body twisted, her insides clenched, but the force of his arms continued a penetration which dragged a moan from her throat which Linoone could not keep in, and a sputtering of seed down her chin, a precious few droplets lost to her fur.

She focused with all of her might, screwing up her face in concentration, whining with every exhalation through her nose. Perhaps she shouldn't have eaten so much. A full belly and now a full cunt as well; Olin was surprised with how spacious she was when he bottomed out without requiring the womb-fucking that his Espeon did. Linoone had scarcely a moment to get used to it before he leaned back again, his hands grasping her thighs, and a rocking motion forcing the horny Pokémon to grind back and forth on his cock.

A climax came quickly. If course it did. How many was she on now? The fulfilment of penetration was almost enough all by itself, his cock pressing into her utmost depths, but the supple and bendy nature of her body allowing the Pokémon to accommodate him with scarcely a bulge of her abdomen. Well, aside from the one from her meal already. Her lips curled and her fangs were revealed, more white spilling between them to drop from her chin into the fur of her chest. The Human was leaning away from her, forcing Linoone to make a mess of herself whenever composure was lost. She would have sworn at him, if she had anything left in her head but the pleasure from her stretched out pussy and the sensation of his essence in her cheek pouches.

There was something to be said for this sort of sex. The grinding rock of a hilted pussy. Some males would complain that most of the pleasure of this motion is reserved for the lady – but those males are not gentlemen at all. A second and final orgasm would be a long time coming for Olin, and such a position staved it off even further. He was left to focus on the grasping pleasure of a grateful cunt, her small weight his to control with the guidance of strong hands, the flutter of her chest, mistiness of her eyes, and the occasional moan she was unable to sublimate – with the sputtered essence which came with it.

He found a rhythm, conscious that every pushback increased the pressure of his cock against those innermost points of pleasure, the spread lips of her engorged pussy ground into his crotch. Wet though she was, the seal of his size was almost as good as a knot – but over time a mess of femcum and his own pre came to moisten his lap. For Olin, it was a relaxation of pure pleasure, gently reclining with a tight cunt squeezing his maleness, the open sky above, the crackling of a fire beyond them, the scent of female submission enough to defeat their meal and the woodsmoke to reach his nostrils. But for Linoone, the sensation was mindbending, her body twitching every few rocks as being caught in the midst of a breath electrified her too-small cunt with some new ecstasy.

She was at her limit. Sublimating her moans was too exhausting, but her breathing was too intense for her to have any hope of gulping down the essence that she had conserved. A little more white dripped from the corner of her mouth. And then down her chin. And as Olin made a small rotation of his hips, a single half thrust, she howled out a climax which had every drop of stored masculinity cascade from her maw to cling to her chestfur in a mess of pearlescent domination. Victory. The raw feeling of triumph compelled Olin's own orgasm, his nails burrowing into the fur of small Linoone thighs to keep her hilted on his cock, his orbs throbbing hard as he delivered a potent load of superior Human essence to her core.

That bulging belly bulged further, the lewdness of it a unique pleasure for Olin and a gravid humiliation for Linoone. Even with the ability to speak returned to her, no words came, not even the profanity-laden cries of pleasure – her mind was a white ruin of broken pleasure. Human claimed. Human owned. Her full womb was forever marked with the seed that made her want to offer her pussy to nothing but a Human Master.

Their shared climax was ridden out roughly, Olin dragging out his cock before it had wilted for Linoone to tend to, the meal of Human cum that she yearned for so desperately licked from his maleness, and then drank from her own gaped cunt. He loved the sight of that gape, even more so when he was the one holding parted her legs for the Linoone to ply her own tongue. A Pokémon slut claimed for Humanity, a willing gift to her future Master.

It was an afterglow for them to enjoy together, though Linoone would not regain her full faculties until awakening the next morning. She found sleep quickly, exhausted from her ordeal in the wilds, the warmness of a good meal, and the fulfilment of pleasure. And it was only then when Gideon stepped from the shadows, along with Lucario and a suspiciously flustered looking Dusty.

He closed down the video link to Krieg and Gardevoir, slipping the tablet back into his pack. And then clapped his hands once, looking quite satisfied. A good thing that the Pokémon in Olin's lap slept so heavily, for even at his best attempt at quietude, Gideon boomed.

“Something has come up… how do you feel about extending this trip a little!?"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Bonus: Interested in the lewd scene described by Reynard at the start of this chapter? The amazing SnakeBussyorSnubussy has started a series of his own which can be found here, featuring Devon and Reynard. I'm honestly bowled over that one of the adoptions from this series managed to spawn a story for someone else. Thanks go out for him for the investment in doing such a thing - and I wish the best of luck in moving that story forwards! Please give him a look and show him some support!

Note: Extra special thanks to User OddReptile who requested Linoone (and has adopted her already). I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, and I hope your Trainer enjoys Linoone!

Special thanks to User CapitalC for that final nudge on Floatzel that locks her in probably for sure. And Users Johnnyd1988, Etnom1 (for wildlife and the Lopunny appearance, too), and AdvancedCBMaster for really driving home that Floatzel love. I had no idea she was so popular! User Arekusanderu for an idea for Flygon that I want to do next chapter. User Greenhoof for the support on contests and cheering on Lady! User NoNoNope for the wonderful support and ideas for contests as well! And User EWEW that gave me more of a nudge for Vee!

Sheena belongs to User Greenhoof, and Sebastian belongs to User Saxton! I want to do some more references to the people adopting these Pokemon in the future, too! Thanks to both of you, and everyone else that has adopted a Pokemon and put their Trainer into the story!

As always, thank you for every fave, vote, folder sub, watch, view - and most of all, comments. I'll always say thank you on every one of these chapters - it really is your comments that are keeping this story going. Your kind words, your suggestions, ideas, the pokemon, the kinks, and so much else. You've all been wonderful and I'm very grateful.

I've got one hell of a backlog of Pokemon that I feel like I'm on the hook for now, but there's always room for more! Next up is male Flygon at last. And I have two questions for the comments this time. Firstly - which female do you want afterwards as probably the last one to fit inside this first trip into the wilderness? Floatzel, or Salazzle? I intend to eventually do both, but can probably only fit one into this first excursion - so the other would be put off for a while. And secondly - I want a Legendary to appear in the background a little and maybe one day have an entry themselves. Is there a particular Legendary that you would like to see? Male or female? Any suggestions how to use them? As always, all requests for pokemon, scenes, kinks, and everything else are welcome. The ideas all come from you - and some of them are so compelling that I go completely off track because I just have to do them (Mewtwo absolutely got me on that one). Thank you again for everything. I hope anyone reading this enjoyed the story, and I hope you enjoy all that is to come.

Have a most excellent day.