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Lucario was a Pokémon with a strong sense of justice. A righteous creature with an instinctual understanding of objective right and wrong, always striving to be on the side of good. It was for this reason that the shock collar was necessary. When she had first been taken, it would inflict its agony upon her several times a day. By automation, the device punished every facial expression but a stoic one – save for those that were commanded of her.

Any look of fury, indignation, sorrow, or even joy, and she would be driven to her knees by the pain of it. She learned to keep her countenance level, no matter what villainy she bore witness to, no matter what she was feeling, she never let it show. Eventually, even the feelings themselves began to fade and dim. And then after a few more years, they stopped entirely. Now, she could watch a Team Nuzlocke grunt violently beat a Pleasure Pokémon for the crime of 'not looking happy enough to receive his cock', and Lucario would feel nothing at all.

The collar had won.

Her Masters had been disappointed to find that the experiment that was Lucario had ended in failure. Even with suppressed emotions, she still found it antithetical to her existence to consider harming a Human by her own will. So, she was sold. Cast out of the organisation and placed into the hands of Samantha Bent. The collar had not triggered in a very long time, but Lucario experienced the bite of its pain once again while a possession of that woman. For any contrived reason, or merely for her own amusement, the agony would come. And it came often.

One day, she found herself stood in the hail outside a coffee shop. Inside her head, she cursed Arceus, she cursed Mew, she cursed every being that had a hand in her creation. She'd barely noticed when the large man had extended his arm and the cover of his umbrella. It wasn't until his Aura twisted into helplessness at the sight of her collar that Lucario was broken from her reverie to acknowledge that he was there at all. How curious. There was such a strange warmth flowing out of him. The heart of a person that truly loved Pokémon. So bright it was blinding.

She shook her head. Such a person should not be involved with a twisted creature like her. That light would surely be corrupted. Drank in by her hollow heart. But as she attempted to dissuade him, she felt that helpless feeling of his coalesce into resolve. This Human wanted to save her. He was an idiot, and didn't even know what he was even saving her from, but he had decided that he would do so nonetheless. And a month later, he did.

Lucario truly believed that she had to win her fight against Dusty. If she lost, that shining man would most probably seize the moment and acquire her somehow. Even now, she still didn't want to taint him. He deserved better than her. So, she fought her hardest. She tried her best against the Lycanroc, and she still lost. Why did she lose? In terms of numbers, it was nonsense. But Lucario understood perfectly well what had brought her down. She was defeated by the intangible bond between Olin and Dusty. Just as she had predicted, the shining man had taken her for his own. Her neck felt bare without the collar, and it had left a scar which her fur failed to entirely cover. She was free. But she still felt empty.

How could she alleviate that hollow feeling? She pondered the question while observing her reflection in her tea a week after her liberation. The eyes of a Lucario were supposed to shine with the light of justice. But hers were dim and without life. Maybe the collar had killed her a long time ago, and she had carried on as a ghost? Oh. The Gardevoir was scowling at her again. If these thoughts displeased Olin's lover then she should cease them or the collar would-. Oh. There wasn't a collar anymore. She kept forgetting that. And for some reason the Gardevoir looked even more angry now.

Pokémon were very adaptable creatures, and it was not difficult for Lucario to acclimate to her new normal. Most of the time she simply followed Olin around, feeling some responsibility as a Warrior Pokémon to watch over him. It was the only function that she really knew. That bright Aura of his somehow made her feel peaceful – though her constant proximity to him since being picked up from the Pokémon Centre had drawn some ire from his Lycanroc.

In stark contrast to Gardevoir's scowl, the wispy Human across the table seemed rather pleased, Krieg turning around his tablet to cycle through a collection of headlines, “The first dozen entries of the Pokémon/Human Breeding Guide have been released to the public! Most papers herald the guidance a long overdue success that will very much help the small minority of Humans and Pokémon in such relationships." A slight shrug, “Though a few commentators and aligned news organisations call it state generated pornography. I suppose Smeargle did get a little gratuitous on some of those illustrations, but it was all very above board, I assure you!"

He grinned more broadly, “The Bent campaign to ban cross-species relationships took a hit from the successful publication. I think they were expecting more pushback against the launch. That video floating around on social media of Samantha using a shock collar on an unconscious Pokémon isn't doing them any favours either." Krieg sipped his tea, filled with enthusiasm, “You looked rather heroic stepping in like you did. People are talking about you, Olin. They like you. The fight of politics is far from over, but I feel like we've really turned a corner!"

The group shared afternoon tea in the drawing room of Lastwall Mansion, a celebratory affair for the publication of the first volume produced by the Guide Project. His three Pokémon were roaming the grounds, but Lucario had stayed with him. He'd come to be quite used to finding her quietly standing in his shadow, and hoped that he could get her to open up with a little more time. Olin scratched the back of his head, a little self-conscious, “I don't think I did anything special…"

Lucario looked away, twiddling her claws and the Gardevoir scowled again, “Only an idiot like you would throw away a fortune so easily." She relented slightly, “If you don't take pride in what you did, then you cheapen the life of Lucario. You did something good. Own it." She then blinked, and added quickly, “Jackass."

Olin smiled, pleased to receive a very rare almost-compliment from Gardevoir. Just as the Guide Project was making some progress in politics, maybe he was making some progress in showing her that Humans could be trustworthy as well. It was a buoying thought. Even more so when she did nothing to deny the idea as he envisioned it clearly in his mind. Things really were looking up!

“Well, then." Krieg removed a Pokéball from his belt and placed it upon the table, “Let's take advantage of this momentum! This Pokémon poses quite the challenge. You've not needed much commentary from me for a while, but I'm sure you will this time…" He leaned back in his chair, “Kommo-o. She's a wild Pokémon searching for a worthy Master and has a rather distinct request."

The large man raised an eyebrow in curiosity, “I've not heard of that Pokémon before."

“Oh, let me show you!" The Pokéball was tapped, and all hell broke loose.

“Hello! Nice to meet you! I'm Kommo-o! I'm very excited!" The Scaly Pokémon was only as tall as Olin's chest, but a long neck projected her forwards, and a great mace of a tail swung behind her, decimating a nearby grandfather clock and tearing a hole in the wall, “Oh! Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to damage your nest!" She turned to survey the devastation, that unwieldy tail now sending the table flying instead. Olin stepped in front of Gardevoir. Lucario stepped in front of Olin. Krieg dove behind them all.

The Kommo-o twisted again, her claws tearing up the floor beneath her, the great scales of her arms slicing into the oak as she tried to pick up the table and right it. Instead, she snapped it in half, “Sorry! Sorry! I'm just very excited! Are we going to mate now? I'm a bit strong, but I can be careful! Probably!"

Much of the drawing room was reduced to splinters by the time Kommo-o had calmed down. The Dragon-Fighting Type Pokémon wore a rather endearing expression quite far removed from the refined look that one might have expected from the creature. Bipedal with particularly long limbs, large circular scales draped over their body like chain links, every edge as sharp as a razor. Grey and gold, with devastating claws and a tail like a medieval weapon, the Pokémon was destruction incarnate.

Their speech was incomprehensible to the Humans, and Gardevoir gave a slight sigh as she floated out of cover, “She's very powerful and very clumsy." She picked up a stray page that had fallen from a book and pressed the sheet against the edge of a scale. The paper neatly parted, “And this body is not very compatible with Humans." She glared at Krieg, “This was a poor choice. Kommo-o will almost certainly harm Olin."

“But… I wanted to mate with a Human!" The Dragon Pokémon whined, “Don't be such a meanie! The little Human said that he would help me!" She looked between them all, “Oh! I get it! You want to keep the big Human all to yourself! That's so selfish! Didn't anyone ever teach you how to share!? I want the big Human! I want the big Human with the dopey face!"

Gardevoir snorted, Lucario meanwhile readied her fighting stance, but Olin held up his hands, “Woah, nobody has to fight or anything! You okay down there, Krieg?" He helped the man back to his feet, his immaculate suit scuffed by debris.

“Ahem. Yes. Quite." He nodded, “Well, the state of my drawing room aside… I believe that the request for mating that Kommo-o has might mitigate a portion of the danger…"

“I want you to use your Psychic power to make it so I can't move! I want you to cut off my mind from my body so that I'm completely helpless! I think that would be super cool! Then he can do whatever he wants to me, and I can't do anything! Wouldn't that be so hot!? Right!? I got Paralyzed by an attack once, and I thought – wow! This could be super kinky!" She jumped to her feet, speaking very quickly, “But, no Pokémon are interested in mating with me! They say I'm too violent! And I'm too clumsy! I sharpen my scales too much! And I don't know my own strength! And all of those things are true! But I still deserve to get a good mating, right!? I want some cooooooooooooock!"

Gardevoir blinked, “I… I don't even know where to start translating that." She scowled, “I refuse to translate it, actually. It is a disgrace to all Pokémon!"

The wispy man removed his rose-tinted aviators from his pocket, examining them to ensure they were clear of any damage before returning them and clearing his throat, “I received a summary from Latias when Gideon and I were approached by her. Kommo-o will surrender her body to Gardevoir's power and be made completely limp. At which point she encourages you to… have at her? Do whatever you want to her." He swallowed, “Ah – the – the kinks of Pokémon are quite as varied as the fantasies of Humans."

Olin smiled. He placed a grateful hand on the top of Lucario's head, “Thanks for protecting us."

The jackal Pokémon wanted to reply. A Lucario should be able to respond with a telepathic voice. But she had never been allowed to talk to Humans. So, she had never learned how to speak with her mind. She acknowledged his praise with a nod, and he released her. The warm feeling of his hand lingered even after it was gone.

“I'll be fine! I'm sturdy if nothing else!" The large man beat his chest with his fist, “This is a hell of a mess, but I have a feeling that Kommo-o is a good girl. If she wants to trust me with her body, then I'm pretty happy about that!"

The Dragon-Fighting Type cheered. Loudly. With a small leap into the air, “Hell yeah! This guy gets it! I've been ready for this ever since I evolved! So… a whole week! Giratina's wrath! That week has felt like forever! I'm so horny! All the time! Not for an egg or anything! I'm not ready for an egg! But I'm so ready for cock! That's why I want a Human! Well, that, and the kinky Psychic paralysis thing! Damn! I'm so jealous! I bet you two are getting mated all the time! I've practiced with a smooth rock in my cave! But then I snapped it off the wall!"

Gardevoir put her face into her hands. This type of Pokémon was one that she just couldn't handle. Too peppy. Too frantic. She was developing a headache just looking at them, “More drivel not worth translating…" She sighed, “Fine. It remains in my best interests to cooperate with the Guide Project. However, if Olin is placed in danger then I will- Stop smirking, you fool! I'm not worried about you at all! I'm not cute! Stop thinking that! If you are seriously harmed then the Civil Service will shut us down! That is all! I don't care about you one bit!"

The Kommo-o whistled, “Wow, girl. You need some cock even more than I do! Do you want to go first? I can wait. But only for a little bit! Maybe… two minutes? That's how long I can wait! That's it! I'm so excited! I feel like I might explode! No! You can't go first after all! Not even just for two minutes!"

“How are you simultaneously a virgin and a slut?" Gardevoir scowled, “I give up. Olin – you and Lucario can grab the mattress from the spare room that Lady impaled with her spikes. Hopefully it will survive long enough for you to finish." She shook her head, taking charge, “Krieg, fetch me an Energy Drink. I'm going to work my way past Kommo-o's mental defences." The psychic fairy blinked, “What? Why are you smiling?"

“Well…" Krieg cleared his throat, “You're normally somewhat reticent when it comes to your work, Gardevoir. So, to see you so motivated is…"

“Nice." Olin continued, “You've always been one of the team! Glad to see you going all the way with us!"

What? She tilted her head. Since when was she so motivated with Guide Project work? Perhaps it was the affirmation of their recent success? No. Human politics were a nonsense, and she only bothered to learn enough about Human society to get by. The way that Humans thought was incomprehensible to a Pokémon after all. So, perhaps she wanted to support Olin? Well, that was perhaps a little closer to the mark. Or maybe, she was just starting to enjoy herself? Only a little.

She sighed, feeling drained already, “Just do it, you fools."

They did, and quickly as well, the large and ruined mattress dragged in to be tossed into the corner of the room, and Kommo-o falling back onto it immediately at the behest of the Psychic Type. The process would be very draining if attempted alone, but Gardevoir was well attuned to the Psychic Network and reached out for aid. She expected to feel in response a collection of her fellow Pokémon connect, passengers in her mind to watch the show like patrons of a theatre, contributing mental energy to buy their tickets. Instead she was taken by surprise when a single entity flooded her with power, one unfamiliar and unknowable being pushing its way into her mind. It bought out every seat and sat attentive there in anonymity. A little concerning, but she didn't really care. Whoever it was, so long as they paid the toll, it didn't really matter. The entity contributed all of the power that she needed, and as she brought it to bear, the Dragon went limp.

Lucario had taken a seat not far from Krieg, and now watched the scene play out with interest. The Kommo-o was experiencing a strange mix of emotions. Anticipation and arousal chief amongst them. A little fear for the loss of control. Excitement. Desire. Her Aura presented such an intriguing combination that she couldn't help but reach out to it. And as she did, Lucario discovered something quite wonderful. She smiled. She properly smiled. When she connected to that Aura, she felt those feelings as if they were her own.

She broke the link, and that empty feeling returned to her heart. The smile on her face now felt distorted and fake. But on renewal it returned to her. Oh. That was… everything else as well. The desire. The excitement. The arousal. Her canine spade heated up and she bit her lip, glancing at the Gardevoir. A powerful Psychic, but she was too engaged in her suppression of the Kommo-o to notice. The wispy Human was busy with his tablet. Lucario was not in anybody's line of sight.

The cushion of her chair was a little wet. This felt good. Arousal. Anticipation. The desire for pleasure to come. This is what the Kommo-o was feeling, and she could feel it as well! She could feel! She could feel feelings! She felt like she should weep with joy – but there wasn't a feeling like that anywhere nearby that she could borrow. She cut herself off again and tried to feel it on her own. But nothing happened.

When they collected the mattress together, Olin had told her to do as she wished – stay with them or join the other Pokémon on the Lastwall estate grounds. So that was permission, was it not? Do as she wished. He refused to call himself her Master, saying that it was a word that was earned, not one that was bought – but he remained her owner. She would obey him. If he had allowed her this, then… Lucario swallowed, and connected herself again to the Aura of the Dragon Type.

Olin approached from the tail, “I didn't know about this Pokémon at all. Kommo-o is pretty cute." He smiled, “The disc scales are cool now that I get a close look at them. But they're mostly on the back and sides, so as long as you're splayed out on your back like that…"

The wispy man cleared his throat, “Ahem – do not neglect the line of scales running down from the throat. Those defensive scutes are particularly sharp. The chest armour protrudes a small amount as well."

“Noted." He nodded his head, “Well, I still think they're cool looking. Cute and cool. What an awesome Pokémon." Olin paused. Since he was allowed to do whatever he wanted, why not take his time with the experience? This was a creature he had never heard of before, and he was a curious sort. He pressed his hand to the flat of one of those disk plates at the tail. Very hard, and a blood-warm, it was like sheet metal that had been exposed to the sun. The paper that Gardevoir had sliced was quite enough for him to know of the edges!

The tail was like a mace from antiquity, the lethality of it already demonstrated on Krieg's antique clock, but the grey scales that armoured the main body of this Pokémon were soft and supple to the touch, “Ah, I get it. The big disks are super hard, and everything else is soft and flexible. Neat!" He was a little bit worried that it would be like touching razor blades, and rather thankful to find that she was even gentler to the touch than Nidoqueen.

On her back, Kommo-o had completely starfished her limbs, and was entirely exposed to him. So, Olin continued his curious advance, feeling the muscle of the tail beneath his palms and drawing upwards to her crotch. A press of scales would normally conceal the femininity of such a Pokémon from view, but the parting of her splayed legs and the arousal built up already revealed the smallest trace of a deep red slit. He placed his hands on either side of it teasingly for a while, rewarded with a small groan. And then he moved on.

Kommo-o may be restricted to only being able to breathe and make the smallest vocalisations, but Lucario was not. How frustrating! That feeling of denial struck her like a Move. Those soft hands had drawn so close to the promise of pleasure, and then had now fled to examine the rest of her body. She swallowed, examining the Aura more closely. Oh. No, this was better. His exploration of her felt like an objectification. He was taking stock of what she had surrendered to him.

Lucario suppressed a small moan of her own as that objectification, that sense of being possessed, invoked a submissive feeling inside of her. Yes. Pokémon were made to submit to Humans. This is what she was for. That's why it felt so comfortable. That's why she liked it. That's why she wanted more of it.

Olin continued his exploration, finding that the scales toughened as he reached the black shins. After watching what the golden claws had done to the floor, he didn't dare lay his hands on them, but did admire them for a time. Strangely elegant, like exotic knives. He did the same for the other leg, as if he was massaging the Pokémon, testing the muscle beneath the scales, and finding upon her flesh a few old battlescars. Did all Kommo-o sharpen their scales to this extent, or was she something of an oddity?

The chest was next, an armoured breastplate another blood-warm metallic surface for his fingers to press against. The shoulders were-

“Ah, stop!" Krieg cut him off, “I know those white feathery tufts look fluffy, but they're like razorwire!"

Well, that was close. The arms were well armoured and muscular, and he appreciated their strength. His hands then came to the sides of her neck, slipping beneath the headdress of armoured disks to feel her breath under his fingers, the pulse of her blood, the life of this creature. He tilted her forward so that he could look into her eyes. Gorgeous.

Lucario was forced to bite her lip. Olin was acting as his nature dictated, and had no idea what it was doing to the Pokémon he was examining. His hands at either side of her throat, pressed against those most vulnerable scales, with her breath and blood beneath his fingers. The vulnerability that Kommo-o was feeling, the sensation of complete helplessness and the submission that came along with it. The arousal that it invoked was substantial enough for the jackal Pokémon to press her legs together and shuffle back and forth on the cushion of her chair.

Olin didn't find out what he had wrought until he delivered a slight kiss to the end of her beak-like nose, and left her to recline, slipping back down her body to find that her reptilian slit was completely overflowing with liquid need. Kommo-o moaned. Damn him. When he had laid back down her head, she was no longer able to see down her body and could now view only the chandelier! Deprived of sight, the touch of his hands on her thighs was all the more electric.

The configuration of her equipment was alike to Nidoqueen, an indentation at the base of the tail, and a scale-lined pussy revealed only when the concealing armour was parted. The press of his hands at her thighs was enough to part her cunt, already swimming in a lake of fluids, “All female Pokémon seem to get pretty wet, but I think the scaley ones really take the win here…" Well, so far at least. There were many Water Types to try, after all.

Unable to resist, he leaned forwards and dragged his tongue over the exposed flesh, lapping once over those crimson folds and evaluating the taste of her. Beneath the expected taste of femininity, there was a slight ozone sensation just like Goodra – and a little bit of bitterness as well. Medicinal, almost. It drove him back for more, another cleaving of Pokémon pussy to satisfy his curiosity.

The Kommo-o whined, and was fortunately loud enough to entirely eclipse the mirrored noise emitted by Lucario. He was teasing her. Not for the purposes of teasing her, but simply for the sake of his own satisfaction. Helpless and owned, submissive in the grasp of a Human Master. What a truly seductive feeling. No wonder that Vee, Dusty, and Lady, were so addicted to this man. This was a mere taste of the comfort and pleasure that they enjoyed by being the possessions of Olin?

He'd stripped his shirt but retained his jeans, taking a seat on her tail and bowing forward with his hands at either side of her draconic cunt as if he were a priest at worship. Blind to his motions, Kommo-o did not know when each lap of her pussy would begin – or where it would begin – for Olin at times would drape his tongue over the indentation beneath her tail as well. This was not a dedicated pleasure, but a teasing, a prelude before the more thorough application of his talents. So, he was quite surprised when the Dragon squeaked in a distinctly undragonlike tone, twitched ever so slightly, and delivered over his chin a violently wet orgasm.

Lucario slammed her claws into her leg and pressed the points into flesh, stifling her voice into silence as she mirrored that pleasure, matching her Aura to Kommo-o. Her canine spade grasped against the cock that it wished was impaling it, her body shook, and she ground out her climax against the cushioned surface beneath her. Arceus, that felt good. That was an orgasm? That was pleasure? How did anyone get anything done?

She blinked. The range of her Aura sense was half a mile. Whenever any Pokémon within that range was mating, she could do this. She could link up with them and feel this pleasure. And nobody would ever know. Her own emotions may be suppressed, but she could borrow them from everywhere. Voyeurism, she had heard it called. She could watch. She could watch them mate, and she could grind her canine pussy against a cushion and cum every time they did!

Did that excitement belong to Kommo-o, or was it hers? She didn't want to disconnect for even a moment to find the answer. The arousal was too much, the anticipation of mating, and now the pleasure of Olin's tongue inside a reptilian vent that did not belong to her as the man spread that dark red opening and plied his tongue against sensitive flesh.

There was no pronounced clitoris, but instead seemed to be a certain level of sensitivity to every inch of soft flesh. Perhaps designed to respond to the particularly exotic members of draconic males? Olin supposed that would make sense. It was hard for anything to make sense right now. The taste of draconic femcum was as addicting as it had been with Goodra, the refreshing feeling in his sinuses as each inhalation was like standing in a thunderstorm – but perhaps the Fighting element kept this more grounded, the slight bitterness letting him keep his wits.

Gardevoir had been oddly quiet. It must take quite a lot of concentration to maintain her psychic suppression of this Pokémon. He found that he missed her barbs – though was sure that he'd receive every one that she was saving up at the end of this encounter. Krieg cleared his throat, “Be careful how long you spend down there. We confirmed last time that too much Dragon Type oral can give you a nosebleed if you're not used to it. Gideon says he just powers through – but don't you have other things to do?"

Immobilising Kommo-o really did mitigate most of the more troublesome aspects of mating with this Pokémon. Dragon Types were known to be difficult to control at the best of times, and the overwhelming strength of Kommo-o was rather dangerous. But Olin smiled, wiping the mess of femcum from his short beard, “Can't blame me for taking my time with this. She deserves some appreciation, I think. And I want her to be ready for me. I like a grateful cunt when I mate."

That definitely would have gotten a reaction from Gardevoir, and he looked up to see her eyes fixed on him but her face impassive. Damn. Later after all, then. Was she keeping track of everything that he was doing that she'd found distasteful? He hoped so.

Lucario bit her lip. The Human had grasped Kommo-o by the breastplate for leverage, dragging her to the edge of the mattress and against the two fingers that he twisted into her cunt. The phantom pleasure was glorious, but so was the submission of being manhandled so roughly. Olin was taming her body, and now every exhalation that the Dragon made was a low moan of pleasure. Thank Arceus she was so vocal, for it allowed Lucario the occasional gasp of enjoyment as well.

Another orgasm washed over her. Olin had found his rhythm, attuning to the needs of Kommo-o quickly and guiding her to her peak. Lucario's spade twitched and she clamped down hard over fingers that were stirring up someone else's pussy. What would that feel like if he was doing it to her? Would she feel it at all without someone else's pleasure to borrow? It was hard to think that deeply right now. Just like the Dragon Type, she was lost to her primal need, pleasure and submission.

Olin didn't let up for a moment. Some instinct told him that there would be no need for degradation here, no need for the sort of language that his own trio of Pokémon seemed to revel in. All that it would take to tame Kommo-o was the dominance of his presence and the pleasure of tongue, fingers, and cock. Foreplay really was the best. He found himself thinking. Of course, he loved to fuck, but there was a wonderful pride which came with the techniques of pleasure outside of that. A good dominant owed that to their submissives, be they Pokémon or Human!

His fingers curled upwards, his palm pressed against her outer folds, and despite the absence of the clit that he would normally rest against, the sensitivity of that flesh was quite enough for the ferocity that he paired this motion with to reward him with enough femcum to bring to the air that lewd noise he so enjoyed. Be it the lubricated undertail of a male Pokémon, or the femcum slicked pussy of a female – he loved that truly perverse shlicking noise. He loved the empowerment of being the cause of it. He loved the humiliation it drew from most that he worked up to that level of pleasure. And he loved the knowledge that he would soon be rewarded with the sight of a Pokémon beneath him seizing at his fingers with their insides in the grasp of a ruinous orgasm.

Kommo-o came violently, the convulsion of her body so strong that the involuntary twitch of her form bypassed even the psychic suppression. Olin swallowed, “Uh, maybe make a note. It was a good thing I was holding her breastplate there, or she would have bucked up and cut me, with her neck blades!" There was an ashamed grumble from the Pokémon, and Olin smiled, twisting his fingers deep, “It ain't your fault. Just means you're having a good cum. I'm gonna have to hold real tight when I put my cock in you, aren't I?"

He shuffled out of his jeans and that maleness came to rest at the crotch of the Pokémon. Kommo-o whined desperately. She couldn't see! She couldn't see! All that was in her line of sight was that blasted chandelier! The cock draped over her parted cunt felt enormous, and her mind strained as she tried to imagine it. How many ridges did he have? Four? Six? She couldn't feel them. Were they only on the top of his shaft? What did a Human cock even look like!

Her breath stuttered. He was going to mate with her. That Human cock was going to fuck her hard and deep, and without the ability to look at it, all that she could do is feel. Did not being able to see make it better? She certainly enjoyed the objectification of it. Giratina's wrath! Why had she wasted her virginity on that smooth rock in her cave! She could have been fucked to a toe-curling orgasm by a real male! Wait – was it still a toe-curling orgasm if she couldn't curl her toes? Fuck. Who cared. She wanted it! She needed it!

Lucario swallowed. Need. Desire. Arousal. That is what the Kommo-o had inundated their Aura with. She wanted to be mated, to be mated by a Human. This wasn't about an egg, it wasn't breeding. But she still desired his cum deep inside her. Ownership. Possession. Submission. It proved that she was claimed, it affirmed that pleasure of surrender. Those few orgasms building up to this had already robbed common sense of a Dragon Type without much of that to start with, and now the inside of Lucario's head felt rather mushy as well. She glanced to the side. Krieg was tapping at his tablet, Gardevoir barely seemed to be blinking.

Why was she even ashamed? She was a Pokémon. Lucario moved her paw down to her swollen spade, spread her legs, and began to masturbate.

Olin was dazzling. His Aura was so bright. It seemed to almost attune to the Pokémon he was in contact with. Did he do that on purpose? Could he control his Aura like a Lucario? Or was it just something that happened naturally for him? So wonderfully warm. She felt that warmth keenly when he pressed the head of his cock against the reptilian pussy his fingers had parted and slowly pressed forward into the whining Kommo-o.

Her own broad digit could not press anywhere near as deeply, but she felt the sensation just as the Pokémon she was connected to did. Kommo-o squeaked again, that undragonlike sound extended into a shrill whine as inch by inch, Olin pressed his thick Human cock into her yielding Pokémon cunt. A grateful pussy squeezed him tightly, just as he wanted, “Good girl…" He grit his teeth, “I want to feel you cum on my cock…"

His fingers parted about her folds, his maleness hilted, and the slightest additional pressure applied around his cock. She came immediately, as wet and wild as a Dragon Type should. The feeling of fullness was wonderful, the stretch of her pussy from a cock that her own species could not match, the slight upwards curve of his masculinity forcing a grinding pleasure that dragged over her insides when he drew back and again thrust down into that sopping cunt. A grateful pussy. She was grateful. How could she even think of mating with a Pokémon after this? Her holes were Human-only from now on. Yes. She would raise her tail for her Master like a good race-traitor slut. She would reward his superior Human cock with a grasping Pokémon pussy just for him…

She wished she could talk! Damn. He wouldn't be able to understand her anyway! Giratina's cunt, what would she even say!? 'Ah, fuck me harder!' sounded so lame, but it's all that seemed to fit! Well, someone was going to hear her voice, even if it was just the Gardevoir! Her mind filled with profanities, her sloppy pussy rewarding Olin's thrusts with that wonderfully lewd sound that the Human seemed to enjoy so much. Kommo-o liked it as well. There was a perfect humiliation to the sloshing of male precum and her own overflowing need. Yes, that's exactly what a well-fucked Human-owned Pokémon-slut should sound like! More! Harder! Yes!

The powerful muscles of a Fighting Type held his cock in a vice, her body firm and strong despite the psychic immobilisation. Olin grit his teeth, “Fuck. Every time your body twitches, it's like you're trying to crush me…" Krieg nodded his head and tapped away a note in the background. The large Human was not to be defeated, though. Kommo-o had demanded pleasure, and given him free reign to do as he wished. So why not go a little wild? He leaned over the prone Pokémon, pressing his weight down onto the armour of her breastplate with his supporting hand, and with the other taking the ankle of one of her hindlegs to lift it skywards.

He rocked her body into him, a large draconic sextoy for him to satisfy his lusts with, every downwards pull of the breastplate met with a thrust of his cock, the raising of her leg parting that overflowing pussy for him to watch her slit press inwards every time he hilted his superior Human maleness. She came again. Her maw hung open, her tongue draped to the side – a good thing that his jostling had moved her head to the side or she probably would have choked. Entirely limp, the look in her eyes was one of cock-addled nirvana, a virgin Pokémon having her first taste of mating and already addicted to the pleasure of it.

Olin grinned, able to make eye contact at last as he came back into view. Good. The Kommo-o had a desperate eagerness to her from the start, an excitement and arousal that was electric. What could he do but reward that? This draconic pussy was a gift, a tight and grasping wetness that he had claimed for his own. He'd send her on to her future Master a good well-trained slut of a Pokémon, just like she wanted. And whatever Human she ended up the possession of, he had better be ready to drain his cock into this needy cunt every day!

His pace increased as his orgasm neared. Even with his boosted libido, there was only so much of that grasping tightness that he could take – the combined potency of a wet Dragon Type vent and the squeezing Fighting Type insides drawing his cock deep, clamping down hard. He snarled out his orgasm, his cock milked by Kommo-o's rippling walls as he filled her with potent Human cum.

Lucario spasmed on her chair, her pawtoes curling as she reacted to that deep creampie in ways that the immobilised lizard could not. It felt as if every vulgar rope of masculinity was being shot into her own core, a wonderful feeling of corruption in her heart as her empty canine pussy twitched around a cock that wasn't there, her own tongue hanging out and a panting noise in her throat, an expression writ across her face just as catastrophic as that worn by Kommo-o.

She couldn't feel this herself. But did she need to? Stoic and quiet on the surface, she could link her feelings to these Pokémon that Olin was mating with and enjoy every unique sensation all for herself. Maybe this new life would not be so bad? Next time that she overheard Dusty moaning like a whore, or Vee creaming herself while her undertail was fucked hard, or Lady whining around the cock she was sucking – what if she just… slyly watched? After so long without any feelings at all, now she was drowning in all of the best ones!

Olin withdrew his cock, reaching up to carefully grasp the side of Kommo-o's face and let her look down at the wet mess of her crotch, and the stream of white slowly leaking from her gaped pussy, “That's what a grateful cunt looks like." He grinned, “Hey, Krieg – you said that she says I can do whatever I want, right?"

The wispy man sighed, “Yes, that is correct. 'Helpless and at your mercy', was the key theme if I interpreted correctly."

“That settles it, then." Ensuring that she watched him carefully, he positioned the head of his cock lower, pressing against the indentation of her undertail. Within the limited motions permitted by the psychic suppression of her body, the Kommo-o could still widen her eyes. Her crotch was a mess of femcum, and a small lake of it had accumulated here, Olin slowly pressing forward as he let that deluge of their combined fluids flow into her hole as he prised it open with his maleness.

The tone of her moans deepened significantly, each of them a long and low whine. The sensation of fullness seized her insides, and Kommo-o was forced to watch each inch press into her. The pressure applied to her cunt had that Human cum pour from her core in a sloppy river of white pearlescence, running down her scales to be lost in her armoured places and the ruined mattress below.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I don't care if only you can hear me, Gardevoir! He's mating me under my tail! He's fucking the cum out of my pussy! Fuck! He's using me like I'm a toy! I'm so helpless! I can't fight back! Fuck! This is just what I wanted!" Her inner voice whined out a litany of profanities once more, the only communication that she could muster to the outside world other than the dilation of her pupils and those bellowing moans. She drew a grin from Olin as he watched her pussy spasm and cum over nothing, her lewd vent awash with femcum as he hilted under her tail.

Lucario brought her free arm to her muzzle and bit it, her own whine stifled against the flesh of her forearm. She didn't know if she would enjoy anal sex personally – but she knew that Kommo-o enjoyed it very much, and it was her feelings that she was experiencing through the Aura right now! She writhed on her chair, unlatching her bite to instead draw her knees to her chest and hug them as an entirely new pleasure overtook her. A different sort of pressure on her insides, a different manner of being claimed – but above all else, a sense of defilement. An addicting abandonment of oneself to pleasure.

Dragon Type Pokémon were copious enough in their fluids for any further need for lubrication to be moot, Olin making his own contributions in the form of precum milked by this even tighter hole. Dusty's Rock Type body was hard, but his flesh yielded in time – while Kommo-o may have been softer, that Fighting Type element to her never allowed the crush of her insides to diminish. Mating with this Pokémon took genuine effort, and his body shone with sweat as each brutal thrust rocked the slut beneath him.

There was no chance of a gentle rhythm, for only a rough pounding of his conquest allowed Olin to keep fucking her. He released her cheek, the show finished, manoeuvring himself to now grab at both ankles and lean over Kommo-o. A mating press was rare for Olin – with his large frame, and most Pokémon he had been partnered with being smaller than him, it felt a little extreme. But instinct drove him to fuck this needy dragon until she surrendered to him completely.

The cum leaking from her vent was flowing up her body, lost to the scales of her neck, her cheeks burning as she cried out another orgasm. Gods. How had she never tried this before? The pleasure was less intense than her cunt, but the submission of the act more than made up for it! Kommo-o was rocked into the mattress until the fabric was shredded completely, the Human above her growling from the feral effort of rut. And at last, he delivered the essence she so desperately needed, more Human virility into her core, another mark of ownership, another claiming.

Olin fell back, panting from the effort, his cock withdrawn to leave a gape in its wake that lasted only for a few moments before closing into a messy flow of creamy white. He gave a slight huff, and then grinned, “Fuck – I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did! Haven't been able to tell much with you being all locked down by Gardevoir, but you were squeezing me so hard, I didn't think I'd ever get to pull out!"

The psychic fairy finally released her suppression. And while Olin may have been exhausted, the Kommo-o immediately rolled over herself, closely examining the absolute mess of her crotch, “Oh, Arceus! That was amazing! I want to do it again! Being me more Humans! Bring me twenty Humans! Make them form a line! No- That would make me a slut! Just mate me twenty more times instead! I need more! I want to go on top next time!"

Gardevoir gave a slight groan, holding her head, “That suppression took a tremendous amount of effort. Not only maintaining the proper application of psychic energy but also…" She glared at Olin, “Everything going on inside your mind is reprehensible! You pervert! You lewd and terrible man! Do you get off over being scolded by me! It's not endearing at all! Stop thinking that!" She rounded on Kommo-o, “And you! You're such a slut! How are you such a slut when you have never been mated before!? You should be ashamed of yourself, you awful girl! And now you want to go again!? How are you not finished!? You want another twenty loads of cum!? Are you insane!?"

Olin smiled, “Uh… well, I might not be able to manage twenty. But if you give me a minute and maybe a few sips of that can of Powerthirst…" He took a deep breath, “Come on, Gardevoir? If you can't restrain her, we'll figure something out. Maybe she can go on top after all. Her underside is pretty soft." The large man placed a hand on Kommo-o's flank, “This is your first experience with Humans, right? Whatever it is, mating or anything else – I want to make it a good one. Let me recharge, and I'll go until you're satisfied!"

Lucario righted herself on her chair, configuring her expression, her mind, her emotions, just as perfectly as she would if she were wearing the collar. But there was no collar now. The covert nature of her pleasure felt strangely devious. And a small amount of excitement remained in her heart. Was it really left over from Kommo-o? Or was it a little of her own? She looked forward to finding out.

And unbeknownst to them all, another observer had taken quite the interest in proceedings.

The purple eyes of the Psychic Type refocused as the Genetic Pokémon withdrew from their viewpoint behind the eyes of Gardevoir. They were alone, the small room barren of all things but the large pillow upon which they reclined, levitation bringing them to the air and over to their window. The bright lights of Mystic City were blinding, but the countless minds of this metropolis were even more overpowering. Perhaps distant Wesson Town would be a little quieter?

“Olin Catley… I choose you."

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User Saxton for the suggestion of Kommo-o! I didn't go shiny in the end, but hope you still enjoyed this hyperactive punch-dragon! It was fun to play around with most of the reactions being interpretted through Lucario rather than the Pokemon involved in the mating herself - I just hope that the experiment landed and it was still fun to read. It was a good chance to begin to introduce Lucario and her mindset as well.

The Guide project got some good news this chapter, with their fight against the Bent Bill making some strides. I got to tease some Aura stuff with Olin, too! Lucario reflected on her rough time, and I'm interested to see where she ends up as a character. The comments had some amazing ideas about her leaning towards Voyeurism, and I wanted to root that in something. With her emotions so suppressed, she's learned that she can feel them still by borrowing from other people. As for what happens next - whether that rekindles her own feelings and she is able to heal, or however else things advance, I'd be interested to hear any further ideas or suggestions for how she gets along. I want to keep her in the background for a little while to cook.

Also, Mewtwo is completely the fault of User EWEW. I put the next chapter and most of what is in it squarely upon your shoulders! (Thank you for the amazing idea - I'm really looking forward to writing this one, and just hope I can do it justice!)

Special Thanks to User Saxton again for another suggestion in Mienshao and all of the encouragement, too. User EWEW who put me at ease after I was worried about how the last entry would land. User Arekusanderu for some nice suggestions (Thieval is the one that really hits me most!). User DRLa for best boi Noivern, roos, and more Mewtwo fun. User Oddreptile for pouch-tits (which after I found a reference, really has me thinking). User Etnom1 and User AdvancedCBMaster for the Samantha hate (I'm so glad everyone thinks she's so awful). User NoNoNope for some excellent day off suggestions for the main Pokemon trio. User WinterWolf87 for getting me to think about shared senses and giving me some ideas for Lucario. User TheLastFirstborn for the legendary dragon duo. User Snakebussyorsnubussy for affirming that there can never be too many femboys! User Greenhoof for adopting Seviper and the slew of ideas! User Veechu1 that pitches a pretty tempting Nidoking (I kinda forgot about him, but damn, now I'm thinking...). And User Anthro-Loewe for Entei (Legendaries are excellent).

As always, thank you very much for every fave, vote, watch, folder sub, and most of all - as every time I write these - the comments. I'm truly blown over by the number of them on this series, and very grateful for them all. Your kind words keep me writing, your suggestions for Pokemon and your kinks and ideas shape the story moving forward. The deluge of inspiration is what makes me able to pop these out so quickly!

Next up is Mewtwo. Hopefully. If I can make my plan work. And after that... I should probably do an 'Olin's Day Off' sort of thing with Dusty, Vee, and Lady. Any further ideas that anyone has for a fun interlude for the characters are welcome. As are any more pitches for Pokemon to come afterwards! Kinks, scenarios, ideas, hit me with all you got and I'll put in whatever I can! Also, Kommo-o needs a Master to adopt her. If anyone is interested and wants their trainer featured, please put a comment with your character name, sex, title (Breeder, Hiker, Bug Catcher, ect), reason for adopting, and any extra information that you want to include! This Pokemon is gonna need someone pretty hands on. And with a lot of stamina!

Have a most excellent day!