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Mewt was an unusual looking man. Tall and thin with an androgynous figure, he wore a granite grey suit with a purple shirt, his eyes that same unnatural shade, sharp and evocative. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, but he had the faded hair of an old man, black mostly transitioned to steel, and his skin was far too pale. There was an elegance to the form, but also a certain uncanniness, a sense when one would look at him that there was something just a little bit off. And yet despite this, if you were to focus on Mewt with intent, you might find your gaze to slip away from him and your mind to wander. What were you doing again?

The name was a little simple, but Mewtwo's Master was a little simple as well. It was easy to get lost in the dark corners of the world, the injustices and the hypocrisy of creation, and the Psychic Type had been adrift in those thoughts for a while. But Pokémon were not the victims that he imagined them to be. Submission to a worthy Master was by intent, and there was no diminishment of free will at all. He had come to understand this at the moment that he bound himself to Olin. It took a simpleton like him to help him see it and a simple name would make sure that he never forgot that.

He closed his eyes for a few moments. Arceus' grace. Towards the end… those things that he was saying… how disgraceful. Could he still think of himself as a dignified Pokémon after crying out a line like, 'I'm having a sissygasm on Master's cock!'? Just remembering it was humiliating. It was also deeply arousing. He amended his illusory disguise, adding a black collar with a silver nameplate inscribed 'Slave', but then erased it. The whole point of passing himself off as a Human was to avoid attention, and that sort of thing would bring a lot of it, even with the psychic interference.

The illusion was not really a projection, but trickery of each mind that beheld him, the same sort of means by which Gardevoir maintained her modesty. There were shortcomings of course – as it depended on manipulating thoughts, he was unable to fool technology and needed to stay out of the line of sight of things like security cameras. But it suited his purposes well enough. A Human form had allowed him to rent the apartment next door to his Master, the owner of the building more than willing to accept cash in hand as part of their arrangement. Especially after a little psychic incentive.

Heavy curtains kept the room dark, and he had little here but his tablet and his enormous pillow. To be alone in the still and silent blackness was how he reenergised himself, and Mewt needed all of the energy that he could get right now. Disguising himself from Humans exacted quite the toll – but the majority of his power was tied up suppressing and anonymising his presence on the Psychic Network of Wesson Town. Above all else, he could not allow himself to be detected.

Such lengths had been taken to cover up the Team Nuzlocke experiment on Gardevoir, all to prevent even the concept of a weaponised Pokémon becoming any more than an urban myth. This was a world in which it was antithetical to the existence of a Pokémon to wilfully harm a Human – if it became known that Mewtwo could probably bring an end to this settlement and every life in it in less than an hour, then the reaction of mankind would be… undesirable for all Pokémon.

Maybe it was nonsense for them to be afraid, for no Pokémon had ever willingly hurt a Human in all of history. Or maybe his own existence as an exception to that rule proved that such fear was not nonsense at all. His life was a threat to the order of this world. But he would not surrender that life. He had earned the right to live. Survived countless experiments. The destruction of the facility that had created him. Every Trainer that Team Nuzlocke had sent after him. And now he had a Master.

Someone that wished his Master harm had just entered the building.

He didn't even need to move from his pillow. He knew her name and her face. He knew the words that she intended to spray-paint over his door. This woman was an activist for Pokémon, and an examination of her mind showed a true belief in the cause. She was convinced that Olin was abusing his partners and must be run out of Wesson Town. If enough trouble was caused consistently enough, then he was likely to be kicked out of the building – and enough threats targeted at other landlords would leave him with nowhere to go. There was a petition to have his Trainer License revoked as well. Mewtwo would see about that.

Three-point-two-nine-times-ten-to-the-seventh-power Joules. That's how much energy per kilogram it would take to reach orbit. The calculation of every additional requirement to send this woman into space was worked out instantaneously. Teleportation was more efficient, but lacked the terror that upwards trajectory would invoke. Mewt closed his eyes. He was designed to kill. The first thought and instinct to a threat always went like this. To be a pacifist was the greatest insult that he could level against Team Nuzlocke. So, he disregarded that option, and the imagined twenty or so other methods to destroy this person.

His eyes glinted purple and he waved his hand. This woman was inherently good. She believed that she was helping abused Pokémon. She would even confront the monster hurting them if necessary, terrified though she was of the beast she imagined Olin to be. A useful idiot for the Bent cause. An idiot that was going to go home and give her Audino a hug. An idiot that was actually going to read the first volume of the Guide Project publication before allowing social media to convince her that it and everyone involved with it was evil. An idiot that Mewtwo wasn't going to punt into the exosphere today.

Maybe if she came back tomorrow, he would reconsider.

When it came to his Master, there was only so far that his pacifism could be pushed.

The projection of a Human ceased as he finished his practice, a psychic mirror showing him the person that others would behold him as now displaying the large form of the Genetic Pokémon. He yawned. It was exhausting. Teleportation from Mystic City. All of these layered methods of concealment. Calculations on the arcs of sight presented by every security camera around the building. The negotiations to acquire this apartment. Mewt relaxed into his pillow and closed his eyes. Sleep. Then meditation. And perhaps when his Master returned from his excursion, a good mating.

Vee was rather determined to ensure that by the time Olin returned from their day out, he wouldn't have the energy left to mate with anyone at all. On the other side of town, she huddled conspiratorially with Lady, the Espeon and Nidoqueen communicating in hushed tones in their alcove. They had been scheming for some time, awaiting the perfect opportunity to put their plan into motion, and now confirmed between themselves the final details.

Lady had grown quite addicted to the magic box in the corner of their nest. It started with cookery and housekeeping shows, expanded to include Vee's favourite soap operas – and eventually the thing that truly fascinated her: Contests. The Nidoqueen wasn't aware that this sort of thing existed before meeting the Primarina, Aria – talent shows for Pokémon, some with rather novel concepts such as singing, dancing, or even ice skating; every one of them was much more than some feeble pageant. Of course, she had to dial in to vote on them. Every single one of them. Oh, and all of those prize draws as well.

For some reason, her Master had confiscated the phone. Baffling.

Though, it was not before one of those prize draws had ended in a win for them. Fifth place – a complete spa package for Master and his Pokémon. It was the same great tiled space which the group had visited before along with Krieg and Gardevoir; though this time there was also quite the collection of white robed staff members pampering them in every way. Lady felt as radiant as a Contest Pokémon, her rough scales rubbed and shined, her claws carefully trimmed, scented oils were applied, and her muscles worked on by the powerful hands of a Machamp masseuse.

It would be nice to be a Contest Pokémon for real, she mused. But all of those Pokémon were so much younger than her, most yet to even have their first egg, while Nidoqueen was a mature breeder. Master always said that she was beautiful, and Master was right about everything. But she had the feeling that these judges would probably say that she was old and plain. The Human world was such a strange place – filled with wonderful things like the magic box called television. It made her anxious and self-conscious sometimes as well, though.

Her secret dream of stardom aside, there was something more important for her to focus on right now. They'd the use of this private space for the next hour – and she'd learned that amount of time was roughly equal to her favourite dancing Pokémon show – so they only had so long to make their move. Olin frequently went to the Human Gym, and Dusty trained constantly as well, the two of them indulging in a rather intense muscle rejuvenation package offered by the spa. Right now, they reclined side by side on a pair of loungers, the chairs with some device built into them which vibrated against certain muscle groups to encourage relaxation before the next treatment.

The room also contained a large hot tub which currently seated Lucario. The jackal Pokémon appeared to be meditating. She was always meditating whenever something amorous was about to happen – normally moving herself to the apartment balcony to cross her legs and close her eyes the moment that any of the other three Pokémon even thought about making a move on Olin. Very considerate of her, if a little unnecessary. Didn't she want a turn with their Master as well? Oh, Master always said that he was her Owner, and couldn't call himself her Master until it was earned. What a strange thing to say.

Vee flicked a large ear, “Are you absolutely, positively, completely, sure? He might freak out and hit you again…" It had been quite a long time since Lady had stepped in front of that Stone Edge attack back on the Lastwall Estate, and it certainly looked like it was a powerful Move.

The Nidoqueen shook her head slowly, “He won't. He's a good boy." She smiled her broad smile, “I want him to be happy. Because of Master, he's not hurting anymore. Master is his mate. But we're here for him, too." She folded her arms, looking quite resolved, “I want to be the one to show him that. Making the nest a happy place is my job. I don't love Dusty like Master, but I do love him. Whether he likes females or not, I'm going to prove that!"

“Keep your voice down." Vee spoke in a hushed tone. Her psychic power was too weak for her to communicate with telepathy properly with anyone other than another Psychic Type, resorting to images of commonality with Olin and others when needed. As Lady covered her mouth, she continued, “Okay. You take Dusty, I'll take Master." She glanced up, “Should we… ask Lucario?"

“I already did. She says no." Lady pouted, “Doesn't she like mating? Mating is amazing. Especially when Master does it. The cuddles always feel better afterwards, too…"

The Espeon gave a small sigh, “Her mind is too disciplined for me to read, so I can never tell what she's thinking. I asked Gardevoir, but she says that she's scared to look!" The feline slumped a little, “Master will figure something out…" She smiled, “And then, just like Dusty, we'll do the finishing touches! A Human should only have six Pokémon mates, and as long as there is space left over for Gardevoir, she can be one!"

Lady blinked slowly, “But the loud Human that goes 'Bwahahaha' has lots of Pokémon mates…"

“I…!" Vee stamped her forepaw, “I don't mind sharing Master, but I don't want to share him that much! Then I'd never get a turn! How would we decide who gets his chest or his arm or his leg when we cuddle if we had so many? Six! Six is plenty! Six and not one more! I heard on the Psychic Network once that a Human can only handle six Pokémon - and it's a common Pokémon custom, too!"

The Nidoqueen shrugged, “Okay!" She turned around, and shouted over to the meditating Lucario, “Heeeeyyyy! Luuuuucaaaarioooo! We've decided that you should be one of Master's mates! Stop being so cold and come join us!"

Lucario pretended not to hear them, but the truth was that she was straining her ears to try and catch every word, and her Aura sense to detect every emotion. Kindness from Lady, a little selfishness from Vee, and as those words rang out in the tiled space – outright rejection from Dusty. She remained impassive, well-practiced at keeping her expression perfectly level. Was she disappointed? She couldn't tell. She couldn't remember what that felt like well enough to identify it.

She had always made sure to stay out of the way, getting ahead of things to take herself to the balcony and feign meditation whenever Olin was about to be propositioned for sex. She fought to keep her brow from furrowing. Of course, she was always absent at those opportune moments – Lucario could sense arousal just like any other feeling, and it was easy to read when something was about to happen. Away from the group, she could meld her Aura with Olin's mates and enjoy every emotion for herself. Naturally, the balcony was the best place to escape the keen nose of the Lycanroc, too. Because she masturbated covertly every time.

Perhaps it was strange for a Pokémon to be so sly in her pleasure. Especially in such company as this. But secrecy held a strange allure for Lucario. There was a devious feeling. A little excitement. Even muted, those emotions were there right at the edges. But more than anything, she had come to realise that her voyeurism was something that she owned. It belonged to her. It was perhaps the only thing that belonged to her. This discovery that she could borrow emotions from others to fill her own empty self, the melding of that with her sexuality, and the empowerment of owning that, it was the beginning of her sense of identity as a Pokémon free of the collar. She didn't want to share that with anyone. Not even her Owner. Not yet.

She would meditate more genuinely on what that 'yet' part meant later. Right now, there were important choices to be made. Vee was advancing on her Master. Lady was about to make her move with Dusty. Which of the three Pokémon should she connect her Aura to? That was the first important choice. The second important choice was which angled jet of water should she press her canine spade against in this hot tub in order to maximise the residual pleasure of that link? The third was if she would be best served to stifle her moans by biting her forearm, or by submersing her muzzle beneath the waterlevel?

Lucario opened an eye, peeking out through her lash to observe. Olin was clad only in a towel about his waist and the advancing Espeon was already marshalling the necessary psychic power to telekinetically move that aside. Lycanroc had no such covering, and the Nidoqueen rolled her shoulder and flexed her claws as if gearing up for a fight. On impulse, Lucario connected herself to the Aura of the unsuspecting Dusty. A small amount of annoyance for the shouting that he had just overheard, a feeling of peaceful relaxation from the spa treatment, love for his Master at his side, and then surprise when a set of claws landed on each of his knees and his eyes opened to find Lady before him.

His brow furrowed, “What are you doing, Whore?" Dusty's own claws tapped against the arms of his lounging chair, his eyes glowing their soft pinkish red, “Get off me. If you don't move, I'll cut you."

Lady shook her head, “No you won't. You're a good boy." It made his nose twitch, just like Olin's, “I love you. And you love me. And you love Vee, too. It's different to Master, but it's still love." She smiled and made careful eye contact, “When I hug you these days, you hug me back. And I heard you offer Vee to teach her how to fight – even if you did word it a little hurtfully…"

The Lycanroc scoffed, “The Parasite should pull her weight." Lady did not move, and he took a slight breath before addressing her further, “I'm not like that repressed idiot, Gardevoir. Or the frigid bitch in the hot tub over there. If I feel something, I'll fucking say it. You're both failures as Pokémon. Neither of you can fight. You're a whore and she's a parasite. But I like you. So just stand behind me along with Master, and I'll keep everyone safe all by myself. I'm the strongest. If someone hurts you, I'll rip out their guts. Happy now? I ain't saying this sappy shit a second time. Or do you need another hug before you fuck off?"

Her smile widened, “A hug isn't enough for me this time." Dusty's head tilted in slight confusion, even more so when she dropped to her knees before him, “I'm going to suck your cock."

“Oh, you're going to- EXCUSE ME!?"

The Nidoqueen shrugged, “I suppose eventually, I would also like to breed with you. My Egg Groups are Field and Monster – so we have Field in common. Oh, but you don't like females. Maybe after you get your knot in me, you can raise your tail and Master can mate with you until you empty out inside my pussy? That would work. Probably. It might take a few tries, though. Oh, on the note of tail raising – I would love to pass an egg while Master took me under the tail. I think that would feel amazing! Don't you think so, too?"

“Is this some sort of fucking joke?" Dusty scowled, “What the fuck are you saying, Whore?"

She looked to the side, and he did as well. Vee had already curled up in Olin's lap, having rather expertly used this angle from above to take the entirety of her Master's cock into her throat. She'd been practicing for a while and was very pleased with her progress – the first time that she'd managed to take it all she'd rushed off to use the Psychic Network to brag to someone called Reynard – and now she honed that skill to pleasure her Master in the way he best liked. Her small mouth was an eager dedication, her tongue worshipful, and her little feline pussy already sloppy under the stirring of Human fingers.

“I think we should all start mating together." Lady nodded her head enthusiastically, “Vee thinks so, too. And you do, as well. That's why you said all of those things when you were mating with Master in your other form!"

His claws flexed again against the arms of his chair, “I was just caught up in the fucking moment! We all say plenty of mad shit when Master is mating with us!"

Lady ploughed on, “I want to take care of everyone. I want the nest to be a happy place. I want to hold Vee's paw and comfort her while Master takes her under the tail. I want to stroke your fur while Master is making you howl. I want to bring everyone a snack while Master recovers between rounds. I want you to clean up my pussy after Master puts his seed in me. I want so many things. I never wanted anything before Master made me his." She squeezed his knees, “And right now, I want to suck your cock. I want Master to watch me make you cum. Pokémon do what they want! Are you going to stop me? Or are you going to be a good boy and let me take care of you?"

“Don't…" His nose twitched, and then he sighed, “Don't call me a 'Good Boy'. I only want Master to call me a 'Good Boy'." Lady nodded her head in acceptance, “Fine… fucking fine. Master is watching us and grinning like an idiot, so he fucking likes it. I don't like females, but it's not like I'm fucking you. You want to suck my cock? I guess I shouldn't be surprised for a breeding whore like you to ask that. Do what you fucking want…" He gave a slight scowl, and spoke softly, “I want you to be happy too… I guess…"

Cute. She may not be allowed to say it anymore, but he was very much a good boy. Dusty had softened considerably over the time she had known him, and especially this last week or so – ever since Lucario had joined the team. There was still plenty of aggression, and he could hardly be called respectful. But beneath it all, there was a genuine care. Just like Lady wanted everyone to have a happy nest to return to, he was serious about protecting them, “How manly. You would have been a very desirable male at the breeding centre."

“Don't talk about that place." He gave a slight harrumph, “I know it makes you sad." That made her give him a truly appreciative smile, and Dusty glowered in turn, “Fuck you, Whore! Don't get the wrong idea! Are you going to suck me off or not!?"

That was almost as bad as Gardevoir.

Well, it seemed that the psychic impressions that Vee had passed to their Master were enough to communicate their intent, for when she glanced over to the Human, she received a nod of affirmation in return. Here was a show that he looked quite eager to see. Perhaps he would rate her like a Contest Pokémon judge? Lady did feel a little elegant here towards the end of the spa's beautification treatment. Though, she didn't like what it had done to Dusty's scent. Instead of smelling like Master, he smelled like… flowers. Arceus, he'd throw a fit if she told him he had such a girly aroma to him now. No. That sort of teasing was the domain of Vee.

Before here eyes was a dense tangle of fur, enough to be sufficient to conceal and offer some protection to the small sheath and orbs of the canine Pokémon. A little forceful, she pulled at his knees to drag him closer, a small 'arf' noise and a thunderous look his response to being manhandled, but it brought him near enough for her to properly nuzzle between his legs. It had been a long time since she'd paid any attention to the genitals of a male Pokémon – most of her old breeding partners having blurred together into an indistinct memory. But, she would show this canine cock just as much attention as she did their Master's superior Human shaft!

There wasn't much loose skin, his undercarriage rather tight to his body under a layer of velvety fuzz. The sheath was quite compact as well, the equipment of a Warrior Pokémon appropriately unobtrusive and efficient. She exhaled over it, her breath a whistling chill in the hot humidity of the spa room, that rush of air making Dusty's leg twitch slightly. Her reptilian tongue came next, drooping from Lady's broad mouth to find drag along the whole furry crotch. The Nidoqueen was very sloppy with her oral, with a large tongue and broad maw making her quite messy when she was tending to a male. Master liked it. His cum would always end up all over her chin and her chest, and the sight would always stoke further arousal. Maybe Dusty would like the look of that as well?

Across the room, Lucario swallowed. She'd experienced some quite complicated emotions by connecting to the Aura of the Lycanroc, and had not been able to properly identify some of them. Love was easy, lust as well, anger, and hate, and pleasure. So much mixed together all at once this time, love and resolve, kindness and pride – though now all things had come to the familiar excitement of rut. She'd never connected to a male this way before, finding Olin's bright Aura too imposing to properly link herself to. The sensation of male genitals that she did not have been jostled by a warm and wet tongue had her twitch from the unfamiliar feel.

Those orbs were very vulnerable indeed. Even the pressure of that draping tongue was sufficient for some very mild discomfort to meld with the enjoyment of the act. Lucario held her breath and shifted her body slightly to the side, angling her tail above one of the jets to guide the flow of water over her crotch. Not intense. Not yet. But it gave her a sense of pressure as well, and the twinned sensation of Lady's tongue on Dusty and this jet over her spade was sufficient for her nose to twitch as she fought to keep her face straight.

Curious. Her nose had never twitched before.

Dusty's did though. It twitched now as he looked down at the Nidoqueen lapping at his crotch and fought the urge to place a paw onto her horn. He'd never had a female before. His preference was to bottom for other males, his position normally the one that she occupied now. It would be his reward sometimes when he completed missions for Team Nuzlocke. One time, after he'd helped move that Giratina forsaken Cofagrigus into a warehouse for some sort of experiment, his old Master had given him an Incineroar for the night.

But, the larger male had gotten carried away. Too forceful. Abusive in his language. He'd thought Dusty lesser because he was a bottom, and the cat was a top. He didn't think that after Dusty had unsexed him with his fangs. And he didn't think anything at all after he'd opened their throat with his claws. His paw hovered over Lady's horn, and then returned to the arm of the lounger. No. That privilege belonged only to Master. And that memory… that wasn't who he was anymore.

This… wasn't bad. It was good even. He couldn't say that he liked females, but he might like Lady. Perhaps he would breed with her one day after all. Perhaps he wouldn't even need Master under his tail when he did it. He smiled. He would prefer Master under his tail, though. The thought of it was sufficient for the first traces of pinkish red to appear at the small opening of his sheath, the lapping of that large tongue further stirring his arousal. She was more forceful than Master when it came to oral – and as a Rock Type, he didn't mind the extra pressure so much. Vulnerable though the equipment of any male was, this sort of enthusiasm was… charming.

His claws flexed. Was he maybe bi after all? Or was it just Lady? Who cared – he was getting his cock sucked by an enthusiastic Whore and he liked it. His cock continued to emerge from his sheath as she tended to him, each broad stroke of her tongue beginning beneath his orbs and dragged over his crotch in its entirety, encouraging him to arousal. Since acquiring the meteorite fragment that allowed him to change forms, he had been quite pleased to find that the slight increase to the size of his maleness had persisted even after reverting to Midnight. Though, his sheath now felt painfully tight when his knot began to stretch it wide as it emerged.

Still half the size of his Master, this was very impressive for a Pokémon, the pinkish red of it a perfect match for his glowing eyes, the length already completely lathered in saliva and crowned with a bead of precum which Lady quickly lapped up. Not quite enough for her to fully savour, and lacking the intensity of her Master's essence, she hardly found the taste undesirable. A whining moan briefly distracted them both, Vee in the midst of a furious orgasm as Human fingers made a game of her gushing feline pussy.

Lucario heard it as well. Perhaps the pleasure would have been more intense if she had linked her feelings to the Espeon, but she did not regret choosing Dusty to join Auras with. With her own emotions so suppressed, the strange conflicts of his heart, the unfamiliar pleasures, it was like water in a parched desert. For a savage, his soul was surprisingly deep. Male arousal was an interesting experience as well. More insistent, more instinctual, perhaps a little less tied to emotion. It was hard to tell, for she hadn't quite the sample pool necessary to compare the lusts of males and females.

What she was sure of though was that it felt good. There was no grand pleasure to the sweeping motions of that tongue, but the enticement and anticipation that it caused, the promise of the warm maw, it was electric. A slight rock of her hips allowed Lucario one brief second of that jet of water she was pressed up against parting the lips of her swollen spade in full. Bubbles erupted around her face, submerging her muzzle her chosen method of suppression against the moans she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep in.

Sensitive. Horny. If her feelings were not so suppressed, would she be a lewd Pokémon? She pondered it for a moment. Those three were certainly dedicated to their Master, but if she could feel pleasure so keenly as they did… Arceus' grace. She'd be an absolute addict. A needy bitch with a cookie always in need of some Human cream. What sort of mating display would best entice Olin? The other three were so clumsy in how they propositioned him, but Lucario was of a different breed. If she wanted this Human, she was sure that she could have him. But… no. Not yet. If she joined them, then the secret pleasure of this voyeurism would be gone forever. The identity that she was building for herself would be subsumed by Olin's brightness. No. Not yet. For now, this was enough. For now, this is what she needed. Her Aura connected to a Lycanroc getting his cock sucked, and a water jet against her needy cunt. No. Not yet… but one day.

Lady had made quite a mess of the fur of Dusty's crotch, previously so well groomed, it was now damp with saliva and stirred up by her tongue, the floral scent of spa products now overpowered by a distinctly male musk. Not as potent as their Master, but not the scent of submission either. Perhaps this Lycanroc was not entirely the dedicated bottom he portrayed himself as. The Nidoqueen grinned. A little coaxing and he'd probably be quite the top. Yes. He was a little too accepting of her advances, a little too easy-going with the idea of her. It may not be his preferred pleasure, but she didn't think that it would be one that he would dislike if he tried it!

Maybe Dusty could put that knot under her tail while Master dumped a load of superior Human cum into her womb?

The fantasy was enough for a little line of femcum to escape the press of scales that concealed her femininity. Dusty's nose twitched. Not from any inner turmoil this time. It twitched because he smelled it. Female need. Arousal. The desire to mate. And he had wrought it. The pinkish red cock throbbed beneath her tongue. And then again when she casually drew the entirety of it into her large maw. That's it, Dusty. You may be a faggot for your Master, but you can be something else for me. Perhaps he could mate with Vee as well? His Midday form would be quite fitting for that – and the Espeon would look adorable with a knot forced into her tiny feline pussy. Even more so if Master's cock was stifling her moans as it poured a thick load of essence down her throat.

Her oral was sloppy, the configuration of her mouth preventing her from closing it about the cock presented to her, a mess of saliva and precum already streaming down her chin. Most of the pressure was wrought by her large tongue and the roof of her mouth, and Lady found herself appreciative of the knot as a point of reference. The press of her jaws around the base of it also seemed to invoke quite the reaction in Dusty, the Lycanroc twitching beneath her claws as she held onto his knees. What a wonderful weak point! Perhaps it felt like he was tying her mouth?

To Lucario, it felt like an orgasm. Dusty may still be short of one, but the pleasure of that engulfment of his cock combined with her own press against the water jet to send the jackal Pokémon over the edge. This time she bit her forearm to suppress the noise, sunk low enough in the hot tub to conceal herself entirely from view of the amorous group around the loungers. With her free hand she spread the lips of her spade, the engorged heat of her desire exposed to the pressure of the pulsing flow, she ground against it and twitched as she felt something scratch an itch deep inside her needy pussy.

And then she bit her forearm hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Dusty was cumming. His suppressed howl echoed in the space as his thunderous pleasure demanded an immediate climax from her as well, the intensity of her arousal feeding from the Aura link. She bucked her hips pathetically, not backwards but forwards, as if she was thrusting into the space before her with a cock that she didn't have. Her cheeks burned with shame. Dusty felt enough of it by being compelled to orgasm by a female for her to borrow a little for herself. She was becoming addicted. She was becoming a secret slut. And she liked it.

Both hands fell to her thighs and shuffled back, and she leaned forward while pulling them wide, exposing not only her puffy spade, but also the indentation of her undertail to the force of the jet. Her head was thrust underwater entirely, and she closed her eyes to hide away the white tiles and swirling bubbles. She was the Lycanroc bouncing on his Master's cock while he bit his ear and called him a faggot. She was the Espeon, wombfucked into the mattress beneath the powerful Human. She was the Nidoqueen, caught in a gentle embrace and a sloppy kiss while his maleness stirred her pussy into a lewd mess. She was Lucario, and after a load into her needy cookie, and another beneath her tail, she was on her knees cleaning the cock that owned her with her tongue.

Another orgasm, overwhelming in its intensity, washed through her, propelled by fantasy, the pleasure of the water jet, and the stolen feeling of a warm and sloppy muzzle around a cock that belonged to someone else. She screamed her climax, the noise muffled beneath the roiling water of the hot tub, her cunt clenching around the intangible flow of the pulsing jet, her undertail twitching with equal want, and her tongue extended as if ready to lick and worship an offered cock. Lucario breached the surface and inhaled, attempting to right herself as fresh pleasures echoed through the Aura link.

Lady pressed her blunted claws into the knees before her to keep the Lycanroc secure as a thin load of canine cum collected on her tongue. She savoured it carefully, content now that she had enough to work with – and she came to some of the same conclusions regarding taste that her Master did. The Nidoqueen gulped it down without complaint, opening her maw to show off her empty mouth the same way that she did for her Master. Dusty's essence lacked the thickness of the virile Human, vanishing without a trace quite easily rather than clinging to her throat and providing a heady and overpowering sensation that made her pussy throb with desperate longing. This did make her reptilian vent tingle, though. There was a familiarity to it, a breeding instinct, something inside of her telling Lady that this was essence that could give her an egg. Maybe the cumshot would have been greater though if it was their Master fucking it out of him?

Maybe she could fuck one out of him.

Her power may be the product of Rare Candy and a Moonstone, but it was strength nonetheless. Lady pulled the panting male even further down the lounger, guiding his legs over her shoulders with care that he not touch her back spines, the small slits of her nose pressed against fuzzy male orbs, and her maw now level with the indentation of his undertail.

“What – are you fucking doing?" Dusty squirmed, “I'm – ah!"

Her tongue draped over the rim, and then quite unceremoniously Lady forced the slippery length into the male, thick saliva and natural power driving the large appendage forward. Large. Broader than the cock of their Master, but nowhere near as long. As dexterous as his fingers, but softer, with a warm wetness. Different to Human cock, fingers, or tongue. This was a powerful lapping motion, and as she drew it upwards, his body jolted and his toeclaws curled. He was being fucked by a female! A female was fucking him with her tongue!

Pokémon came hard and often, and this was more than enough to have a second climax overtake the squirming Lycanroc. He whined pathetically as his cock drooled white onto his belly, covering his face with his paws as Lady made sport of him. Peeking through them, he dared a look at his Master, catching the Human's eye. He was passionately kissing his Espeon while she rode in his lap, a superior Human cock stretching tight the opening to her tight feline pussy. He'd not yet bludgeoned his way into her womb, but judging from the intensity of her moans, he was in the midst of his best effort to do so.

Olin smiled. It was nice to see his Pokémon getting along. He remembered when he met Goodra after mating with her, and she gave Gideon a look that no matter how furiously he had fucked her, he had never been able to take for himself. Dusty gave him this look now, a love and affection that he would not share with anyone else. Well, he didn't think he'd ever share his Pokémon with another Human – but pleasure, affection, and this closeness – it was something that all of them could own. Even if his Pokémon mated together, their hearts would be his. The Master of Dragons probably would have been proud of him finding that revelation on his own.

Lady was quite enjoying herself. As a breeding Pokémon, she had always been the submissive partner, and certainly played that role for her Master as well. Maybe she had been leaving everything up to the males a bit too much? She flickered her tongue, delving deep into an undertail purified by their trip here inside their Pokéballs, and then curled it upwards to have the male squirm once again, his body rocking as if she had just impaled him on a cock.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. That was an interesting feeling. Her legs were grinding together, her pussy so wet that femcum had drenched her scaled thighs completely. Lady… liked being on top? She flexed her large tongue, and Dusty squeezed her head with his legs in futile pleasure. How empowering! This strong Warrior Pokémon was whimpering so desperately under the pleasure of her maw and her tongue. She did that. She was far more than a used-up breeder! Lady was a proud Housewife! And she had promised not to call Dusty a good boy anymore, but she didn't need to, he was her, “Puppy."

She pulled back for a moment to say the word, and then kissed the underside of his orbs as the expected protests came, “I am not a fucking puppy!" Lady suckled on his orbs, smiling with her eyes, “Don't look so smug, Whore! I- ah!" Another press of her tongue forced his undertail wide, the broadness of it a stretch of the entrance that was a new sort of pleasure, and the flailing drag of the warm and wet appendage pressing against his bitch button, “N-not there! You'll make me – make me fucking-!"

Lucario again submerged her head completely to cry out her orgasm. She now used one paw to spread her undertail for the water jet, her other sinking a digit into her needy cunt in furious masturbation. She could feel the slickness of her femcum, copious enough for her to be conscious of it against her pawpads before the swirling water could strip it away. Dusty's humiliated pleasure was like a drug, the exact emotion that she had been searching for to mirror and indulge in herself. The thrill of her burning cheeks was an aphrodisiac, the pulsing of an untouched cock akin to the phantom penetration of the water jet under her tail, and the tongue probing him was like her own grinding paw.

She was a lewd Pokémon. Lucario was sure of that now. Dusty may be having some sort of epiphany as a bisexual switch, Lady awakening to some sort of femdom, but Lucario just wanted pleasure. Raw submissive pleasure. Stolen ecstasy. Desperate slutty need. Secret and passionate voyeurism. It was an identity. A sexual identity, but one which was uniquely hers. A person. Not a husk. Not the ghost of a Pokémon that had died to the collar a long time ago. The clench of her needy spade, the ripple of her cock-craving pussy against her paw – it was proof that she was alive.

Lady thrashed her tail behind herself. She felt strong! Of course, she remained a willing set of holes for the use of her Master. But… maybe he wouldn't mind if every once in a while, she took control? Would it impress him if she showed that initiative? All he would have to do is be a good Master, lie on his back, and she would ride his cock until he was good and finished. Maybe she could have a little show, too? Just like the Contest Pokémon she idolised. She could do something to Dusty and Vee for him to watch. Was there some sort of tool that she could use on them if she pretended to be the male? Olin had muttered something about toys before. Maybe she should ask Gardevoir what he meant? Better not think about it too much, or Vee would see into her mind and spoil the surprise…

She flicked her tongue with more force, more intensity, rocking her weight against the squirming Lycanroc as she fucked him with the writhing wetness of it. Dusty came again, and his protestations had been replaced with whines and moans, delirious half-words. Every time he tried to start a sentence, she punished him by pressing hard against that spot which made him make such a pathetic noise. His 'bitch button', Master usually called it. What an accurate name. Puppy was accurate too. He should be a good puppy and cum for momma.

Lady withdrew again for a moment, another kiss of his precious orbs. Yes. He was her puppy, and Vee was her kitten, and she'd make them both happy. She'd take care of them, just like she took care of Master. And she'd make sure that they were always ready to be mated by superior Human cock whenever he wanted them! All of them belonged to Master! She drooled over Dusty's small stubby tail, “Let me make it all better… Let it all out until you're satisfied…"

He whimpered. His little button ears folded down in submission. And the sight of it made Lady cream herself with such intensity that she saw stars. Giratina's wrath! That was almost as wonderful as Master's cock! Almost. Her legs quaked and she almost fell to the ground, her reptilian pussy clenching hard over nothing, her insides massaging the cock that she wished she had inside her. If only he could mate with her while she had her fun! Maybe she could get some sheathes or caps or something for her back spikes…

Well, making mating safer and easier for problematic Pokémon species was what the Guide Project was far! She'd ask Gardevoir for help on this as well! But right now, she had an undertail to eat out until her little puppy was all good and orgasmed out…

Another. Another. The moaning Espeon having her sloppy pussy fucked hard, her womb conquered by superior Human cock – it provided the backdrop of sound to the thrashing of Lady's tail and the whimpering of a needy Dusty, the male pouring another submissive load of canine essence onto his belly as the Nidoqueen made sport of him. Maybe a female wouldn't be so bad after all?

Lucario was again forced to bite her forearm to stifle the sound of her pleasure as the group by the loungers found their rhythm. She left behind another small wound, and realised that she had accumulated quite a few of them now over the times that she had done this. Each of them minor, and she was able to cover the marks with her fur, but she had no idea how bad those little slashes would look to a Human. Nothing for her to think about.

She blinked. And then she suddenly stood, breaking the illusion of meditation to call out to the group, pointing towards the door. It had been an hour. A messy creampie had been poured inside of Espeon and Olin was in the midst of enjoying the sight of the stream of white leaking from her gaped little pussy. Dusty had collapsed into exhaustion, his chest and belly a mess of essence. And Lady – lacking the digits, dexterous tail, or ability to bend far enough to use her tongue – had resorted to seeking pleasure by grinding her scaled vent against her Master's leg.

Understanding dawned on Vee first, the Psychic Type conveying a mental image to them all of the door opening for the white robed staff to enter. They moved like lightning. Three Pokémon diving into the hot tub along with Lucario while Olin slammed his discarded towel over his crotch and leaned forward to conceal his diminishing erection.

That Machamp masseuse led the way, a pair of Humans along with him, and none of them seemed aware. The floral scent of the spa overpowered the musk of sex, the humidity provided an excuse for Olin's sweat, and the Pokémon were all hiding in the water. A close shave. Vee and Lady gave her a thankful smile while Olin contended with the staff. But Dusty looked away.

His nose twitched.

His battle instinct was sharper, his eyes quicker, and even in his overstimulated state of pleasure, he remained a Warrior Pokémon. Dusty knew what an engorged and needy canine spade looked like. He knew as well how a bitch in heat smelled, and his nose would not be defeated by any perfumed air. The face of the Lucario was impassive, the jackal Pokémon sure that she had managed to conceal what she had been doing – and Dusty showed his own aptitudes by sublimating his thoughts and his emotions the same way that he would when fighting a Psychic Type to stop them from reading him. Well, he didn't suppress them so much as pick one and dive into it completely. He was Master's Warrior Pokémon. Him. Nobody else.

He looked at Lucario and he growled.

Hate. He chose hate.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to User Snakebussyorsnubussy for cheering on some feminisation fun. User Cetacea who I hope has had fun catching up! User EWEW for such kind words and support. User NoNoNope for their usual insightful comments for which I am very grateful. User TheLastFirstborn who I hope enjoyed the bit of femdom that somehow arrived in this. User Nameless One for asking for more Legendary Pokemon (I want a few, but want to narrow it down...). User Saxton for the support here, and the help in PMs as well (I'm very grateful for the assistance). User Etnom1 for a location suggestion that I think I'll use next chapter! User Anthro-loewe who I hope that the intro answered some questions for (cool Pokemon team, too!). User AdvancedCBMaster - this was supposed to be focused on Vee and Olin, but Lady stole the stage completely! User Greenhoof who gave me the idea for the spa package with their comment (thank you so much, I was kinda stuck). And User Oddreptile for the wonderful support, helpful PMs, and the Linoone that I intend to do next!

This entry... did not go the way I intended. I feel like I say that a lot. Maybe this time because I shouldn't have had the time to write again until Wednesday, and 'a quick few notes before bed' became... well, it's 4am here in the UK, and I just did the whole thing. Vee was supposed to have the spotlight, with Olin at the heart of this little day off chapter - but... Lady decided otherwise? Her and Lucario kinda stole the show. It was admittedly more fun to write than an obligatory orgy though (not that I won't eventually do one!) - I just hope that this entry landed. I want to write things that people enjoy reading, ultimately - and I hope that this piece was good enough for you to like it. Thank you for reading, as always. I'll go pass out after I hit submit.

Thanks for every fave, vote, watch, folder sub (Just hit 90! We're nearly at 100! Thank you so much!), the comments that are so vital to the continuation of this series (I mean, Greenhoof gave me the spark that got the chapter moving, and Saxton helped me shake around the ideas until they settled - I spoke with Oddreptile as well, and reading the ideas and suggestions you all post really help me so much) - and every last view as well. I passed 125k page views, and it feels like another milestone. I'm really grateful for everyone reading these. I hope you enjoy them, and I hope that I can make the people posting requests in the comments happy as well. I want to pay back every bit of encouragement and every kind word by making something you'll like. You're all great, and this story exists because of your support and your comments.

Next time is Female Linoone for Oddreptile, the first of the encounters in the wilds. After that... well, there have been a few awesome suggestions. Salazzle and the Scorbunny/Raboot/Cinderace warren especially come to mind. I'm thinking of trying to squeeze Flygon in as well. But, nothing is set in stone, and as always the comments inspire what comes next! It's wilderness time at last, so hit me with your favourite Pokemon, Kinks, Scenarios, and more in the comments as usual, and I'll see what I can do! The more detail you give me, the more it makes the wheels spin. In the next few chapters, Olin will only have Dusty and Lucario as his active Pokemon, out on a trip alongside Gideon. But I have a question overall: Is there any particular character that you would like to see more of? What's interesting and worth the focus? As long as people are enjoying this series, I wouldn't mind meandering a bit, and it would be fun to explore more.

Thanks again for everything. I'm off to bed.

Have a most excellent day.

Update: SnakeBussyorSnuBussy has posted a most excellent piece featuring their Pokemon Breeder Devon, and Reynard - the Delphox adopted by him a while ago. I'm really bowled over that this exists, and really grateful that an adoption from this series was a seed for someone elses story. I wish SnakeBussyorSnuBussy all the best with their work - and hope that anyone reading this can go and cheer him on, too! Check out the Slut Initiation Program!