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The Nidoqueen closed her eyes and leaned back, each large spike of her natural armour plate blunted with a little wooden cap, they came to rest along with her tail in a deep groove in the tiled wall of a hot tub designed to service Pokémon with her sort of body type. The depth of the water was sufficient for only her head to be above it, pressurized jets massaging her lower back and shoulders, and the warmth of this unique bath heating her to the core. How did Humans get anything done when they had such inventions to indulge in? The magic box in the corner of the nest was addicting enough!

Pokémon were quite adaptable creatures, and Lady had already become very comfortable in her new lifestyle. Her days as an unfulfilled breeding female were behind her, and her desire to look after her new family had been tempered by a concept introduced by that magic box: She would become the perfect housewife. The Nidoqueen had rolled up her metaphorical sleeves in pursuit of this goal, finding that taking care of the nest and fussing over her mate was a rather satisfying experience, indeed. She'd bonded with Vee over a mutual interest in some of the shows on the television, and Dusty was… a work in progress.

She moaned softly, shuffling deeper into the groove to present the seams of her armour to the water jets. Yes. She must do something about that Lycanroc. A little aggression in Pokémon was hardly out of place, but what concerned her about him as the desperation behind it. He was always clinging to their Master so fiercely, like he thought that if he let up for even a moment he would be lost forever. She'd tried asking about his previous owner, but was quickly dismissed with a short answer that he lost a fight so he was thrown away. Losers deserved to be thrown away. Losers should fuck off and die.

Which exploded into quite the tirade that her lack of fighting ability made her a failure as a Pokémon. And then came an exceptionally venomous assault on 'that parasite, Vee'.

Lady pouted. She was completely out of her depth. But she wouldn't give up. A good housewife should be able to resolve this with a few kind words and a good hug! The Nidoqueen might be a little naïve about the world, but she knew that the Pokémon that she shared a nest with deserved to be happy – and she would make them all happy! And then their Master would sweep her off her feet and give her one of those messy Human kisses, and sit her in his lap to fuck her cum-hungry womb until it was filled with the fat creampie she had earned!

Maybe she was a little bit desperate too? She huffed at the introspection. Lady was not the anxious type. She was worried about Dusty, but her belief that it would all work out in the end sublimated any fear for the future. The idea that her Master would discard her was ludicrous. Olin said that he loved her, and she believed it. Why couldn't that puppy understand that his Human was never going to let him go? Vee understood. Her worry was that she was becoming 'a bit too Human' herself – but this seemed to be quite a common problem for Psychic Types in general.

The feline Pokémon didn't like getting wet, the inundation of her fine fur with water blunting her senses and making her rather uncomfortable – so she curled up on a towel atop a plastic chair nearby. For Vee, a proper bathing session was as simple as diving into her Pokéball for a few moments to make use of the cleansing functionality of the device, her tongue a quick top-up when needed. Dusty had come along to the Spa as well, taking advantage of Krieg's reservation of the building to swim some rather intense dogpaddle laps in a pool he had all to himself.

She opened her eyes as she sensed an approaching presence, her Master tentatively lowering himself into water barely tolerable for a Human as he joined her. As the only occupants, bathing suits were hardly required, and she quickly moved into Olin's lap to embrace him. Vee could adopt any posture here with her small size, and Dusty liked to be hugged from behind, but due to her back spikes, there was no position for Lady but to wrap herself around him and nuzzle into his neck. A good thing that it was her favourite place to be! His arms held her warmly, and he gave his own moan of relief as the heat washed over him.

A psychic voice interrupted, “I hope that you are not mating with Lady. You have work to do today." Gardevoir took a seat at the edge of the hot tub, only letting her feet be immersed by the water. And Krieg as well sauntered over wearing nothing but his rose-tinted aviators. Wispy and pale, in the eyes of the Nidoqueen he didn't even look to be the same species as her enormous Master. That pale skin blushed red as he dropped into the water opposite Olin.

“No, we're not mating." That drew a slight grumble of disappointment from Lady into his neck, “And hey there, Krieg. First time I've seen you in the buff! Figure this makes us even for all the times you've watched me. You're pretty sizable down there!"

“Ahem, well… Quite." He wielded a tablet, the device amazingly waterproof, and now the smaller male brandished it as a distraction, “I hoped to give you some good news today. Arcanine and Scolipede have both been adopted!" He smiled and flicked through some details, “A fine gentleman, Trainer Axel, picked up Arcanine this morning. He was looking for a companion Pokémon and while that pseudo-legendary might be a little large for a lapdog, the two of them hit it off."

“Well, he was very cuddly." Olin smiled, happy that the two Pokémon that constituted his first experiences as part of the Guide Project had found homes, “How about Scolipede?"

A few flicks of the tablet, “Ranger Kent. Chester. You've met him before, I think. Keeps an eye on some of the more dangerous territory a little bit further outside of Wesson Town than the Lastwall estate. He named her Amalthea and took her as a working Pokémon. I think she might have won him over when the first thing that she did on meeting him was present herself." Krieg chuckled, “Well, the girl knows what she wants. We gave Chester the notes from your time with Scolipede, and he's invested in a few leather sheathes for her horns."

Gardevoir scoffed, “You Humans are all the same. Despicable creatures. You should have seen the thoughts racing through that Axel degenerate's head when Arcanine shamelessly walked ahead of him and raised his tail to show off for his new Master. And we all know precisely why that depraved Ranger has horn sheathes!" She pointed at Olin accusatorily, “It's your fault! You're the one that turned those two Pokémon onto Humans in the first place!" Her brow furrowed, “Why are you so proud of that!? Damn you! You filthy pervert!"

“Oh…" Krieg glanced at Gardevoir, hissing an inhalation through his teeth, as his tablet beeped, “Well, I just got a message from the Steelworks Director that we sent those Pyroar back to, and there's a picture attached… I imagine that you're not going to like that either…"

He turned around the device to display an image which seemed to have been taken with a mobile phone. It was a downward shot of a large Human cock completely engulfed in the muzzle of the male Pyroar. At either of his shoulders was a female, each suckling on their own Human testicle, and another ten formed a large crowd jostling for position. Krieg commented, “Task failed successfully, I suppose. The male is starting again from the bottom. The very bottom. Going by this message, the Director has become the leader of the pride, and while rather exhausted, he does pass on his thanks."

Thirteen horny Pokémon to satisfy. Godspeed, Steelworks Director.

“Your fault again! You dominated that male Pyroar far too fiercely, you brute!" Gardevoir was quick to curse him, “Who knows how long it will take before he works his way back into being accepted by the females!?" She scowled, “What is wrong with you! I just told you that you fucked up! Why are you so pleased with yourself again!?"

Olin cuddled his Nidoqueen, doing his best to ignore the sly grinding motion of the Pokémon as she tried to entice him to arousal. Not even a glare from Gardevoir would have her cease. If a Pokémon wanted something, then they would not be denied it by another Pokémon! The only one with the right to deny her cock was Olin. Unfortunately for her, he seemed to be doing just that. For now, at least.

The psychic fairy sighed, deflating. Over the last few months, she should have gotten used to things by now. This Guide Project was quite the arena of debauchery, but it seemed that some fulfilling relationships had blossomed from it. No. She scowled. Fulfilling? It was only a matter of time until the Human that adopted Arcanine got bored of him, and Scolipede's Master traded for a more suitable workhorse. Workhorse-bug. This Steelworks Director would not live up to the expectations of his Pride. And Olin would fail to prove worthy of the love of the Nidoqueen in his lap as well. No Human could be trusted. No Human could be relied upon. They were all traitors.

She huffed. Then why couldn't she throw away the lacy choker that Reynard had given her? His gift was a cruel joke. 'The only signal that he's ever going to understand'? Nonsense. She doubted that he even remembered that little quip at all. Fine. Her lips curled upwards in a smug expression. She would prove that foolish fox wrong! Right now. Giving the impression that she was continuing her assault on him, she carried on, “Of course you are happy with your counterproductive conquests! You are so far gone that you have even entertained lewd thoughts about me!"

Olin squeezed his eyes shut, “I said I was sorry about the lacy choker thing." Damn it, he did remember, and the man blabbered as her eyes narrowed, “I'd only just seen a collar, and it was a nasty one – but then I started thinking about collars and ownership – and I imagined what it would be like if I owned you – but I'd never use that sort of collar – so then I thought of something sexy instead – the sort of look you'd have if I was your Ma- ow, ow, ow!"

She'd resorted to punching his arm a few times in frustration, though ultimately the strikes were feeble, “You brute! You fiend! Why is your mind so simple!? All that it would take is seeing me wear a lacy choker for you to think that you own me!? Your depravity knows no bounds!" With a final, “Hmph!" She pulled herself to her feet and retreated, turning away to prevent anyone from reading a rather complicated facial expression.

Damn Reynard. He was right. The lacy choker really was the only signal that this idiot Human would ever understand. Her fists clenched. Why did she even care? She was an idiot as well for even keeping the thing and not throwing it into the trash. Gardevoir took a deep breath and sighed. What was wrong with her? Humans were vile creatures. Why had she fallen in love with one?

That errant thought induced a spiral of internal screaming which came to an end only when Vee came to console her with a levitated energy drink.

Back at the hot tub, Krieg and Olin continued their discussion, meandering through a few topics before returning to the subject of work, “You made quite an impression on Reynard. He's tangentially attached to the Contest Pokémon sphere, and passed on a glowing review for you." He produced a Pokéball from the ledge beside him, “This Primarina is rather aptly named Aria, and has a few ribbons to her name. She's quite interested in the opportunity to be with a male Human to learn something that might sharpen her Appeal to Contest Judges. She wants you to be clear about what attracts you to Pokémon."

Olin swallowed, “Is it… safe?"

That stopped Krieg in his tracks. Olin had never looked so concerned in the approach of any Pokémon before now, “Of course it is? Is something wrong?"

“Well… there's that story, isn't there?" He glanced from side to side, shuffling Lady closer into his chest, “Okay, so here's what I heard. Primarina females have this sort of pussy-jelly that makes Primarina males just cum over and over again. So, the Pokémon scientists wanted to test it out, and they swabbed it on a male Mankey's dick – and he came so hard that he had a heart attack and died!"

“Olin…" The wispy mad adjusted his steamed-up aviators, “Are you an idiot?" He gave a weary sigh, “I suppose that this is if anything a demonstration of why the Guide Project is necessary. There is absolutely nothing in the breeding notes about magical vaginal excretions that will make you cum yourself to death." Krieg flicked through a series of pages for his friend to see, “None of the Pokémon breeders have mentioned such a thing at all. And while I couldn't find any Human data to go off, that's almost definitely just a meme."

“'Almost definitely'?"

No further affirmations were forthcoming, and the Pokéball pressed into his hands by the wispy man. Well, Krieg was pretty smart. A former Civil Servant, and much more well educated than Olin was. He could almost definitely trust his word over an internet shitpost. Almost definitely. He almost definitely wasn't going to orgasm so hard that he died. Well, what a way to go, though.

His Nidoqueen was lifted out of his lap with some regret, returning to the comfortable groove built into the side of the hot tub for her tail and spines, and Dusty was evicted from the largest pool for Olin to release Primarina into it. She manifested before him from familiar crimson light.

Another Pokémon that he'd always imagined to be larger, the length of her body from nose to tail tip was still a touch smaller than his two-metre frame. The core of her marine body was pearl white, a decorative tiara crowning her brow before a thin blue fin keep back long aquamarine hair. She'd long forelimbs with no shortage of dexterity, and frill-like fins that gave the appearance of a dress, crested about a lower half in the deep blue form of an aquatic tail. A series of small pink fins surrounded it, providing enough drag when submerged to allow sublime finesse in the water.

Reynard had called himself a showman, but Aria was a star. Her eyes were a dazzling sapphire, long lashes fluttering playfully as she surveyed the Human before her and made her own summary. This man was quite large for his species, powerfully built and muscular, with pale skin and long golden hair. Quite the beard as well, trimmed to be sharp, and a few injuries scattered over his body. A small burn on his cheek, a black line upon his palm, and some scarred over scratches as well. Oh, that star shaped brand on his ass-cheek was intriguing. Someone has had a run-in with a pent up Luxray, it seems!

How interesting. The judges of Pokémon Contests seemed to be majority male, and a little sex-appeal that would be applicable to Humans could be just the thing to wring out a few extra points from her act! It had been quite difficult to convince her trainer, but she'd understood in the end. Aria wanted this. And Aria always got what she wanted. An opportunity to perfect her talents – and if Reynard was to be believed, given to hyperbole though the Delphox was, she was in for quite the mating as well. Wonderful. Her species just like his was almost nine out of ten times male, and while she had the pick of them as a rare female, none had ever met her standards.

She was a star after all. Who could possibly be worthy of her?

Yes, she would have this Human bow before her in worship. He would weep in sorrow when it was time to hand her back to her Trainer! Now, how did one present themselves to a prospective mate again? She remembered her mother teaching her when she was a Popplio, but the memory was quite vague. What was the correct position? Damn. She couldn't remember. Maybe it was like the quadrupedal Pokémon did it? There was that one time when she chanced upon her Ninetails rival presenting himself for his Master. That pose might work. Curses. She really should have thought about this more in advance!

Aria batted her eyelashes a few times, turned away from the Human, grabbed the poolside ledge, and used the leverage to clumsily lift her tail, flailing around a little as the posture entirely failed in the water. Oh, no. Oh, shit. He had tilted his head in confusion. Why was he not ravishing her? Didn't he know that she was a star?

The Human blinked, and then a friendly smile surfaced on the face of the gentle giant, “Um… Hello. I'm Olin." He gave a small nod, “Nice to meet you. We're going to be mating today, if that's okay with you. Krieg said that you want to learn how to appeal to Human males… is that right?"

She glanced to his crotch. No reaction. Impossible. Was he perhaps impotent? Oh, how dreadful. That whore Reynard must have broken this poor man's cock! Concern briefly pierced her narcissism, and she released the edge to flip over in the water, gliding to the heart of the pool and submerging herself until only her head was above the surface. It seemed that this poor Human with his ruined manhood simply wanted to talk. If Olin was going to teach her how to appeal to his kind, then it was not beneath her to play the willing student! She could bring him to his knees after his lecture. It wasn't like tempting a male was hard, even if they were broken. Any idiot could do it. Probably. Almost definitely.

Olin moved over to the edge of the pool and took a seat, dipping his feet, “I don't really know much about Pokémon Contests. But I've got a pretty good idea of what it is about Pokémon that appeals to me." Her eyes zeroed in on him, focusing intently in expectation, “Look, it's just my impressions. I know we're supposed to mate for the Guide Project and stuff, but if all you're interested in is what's ended up getting me hooked on Pokémon, we can just talk. For me, what draws me to Pokémon, in terms of attraction anyway, is… Submission."

Her head tilted slightly. Submission? What did that mean? Putting up her tailfin was submission enough, was it not? Oh. He wasn't broken – she'd failed her Appeal! How frustrating! He placed his hands on his knees, looking like he was working hard to engage some meagre brainpower, “There's a lot of other stuff for a relationship. But this is about sex appeal, right? So for me, that's submission. Like… when you tried to show yourself off there a bit. It was a little cute, and I'm sure any male Primarina would be happy to jump on you. But for me… your eyes just went a little cold, I guess. That isn't what I'm after."

Is that so? Interesting. This Human looked to be quite the fool, but he'd moments of insight piercing enough to notice such a thing? Perhaps he was worthy of her attention after all. She gave a slight warble as an idea formed in her mind. If his cock was not broken after all, then would not an erection be the measuring rod of her success? And he had said that there was no requirement to mate, either… how delicious. She would drive him to the peak of arousal and then abscond! Yes! She was a star – and he was a nobody – this Olin would curse his missed opportunity to mate with her until the end of his days!

“Giratina's vengeance…" A psychic voice cursed in her mind, “And I thought that the inside of Olin's head was vile." Having finished with her tantrum, Gardevoir had floated over to assist in translations, dragging a plastic chair by her telekinesis and taking a seat to watch things play out, “You're a real piece of work."

Olin gave the psychic fairy a thumbs-up, excluded from those cutting remarks, “So, what does submission look like? I guess that's a bit harder to explain. It ain't like you can do anything too explicit on a stage, right?" He gave a good-natured smile, “Most of it is in the look, I think. When Lady looks at me sometimes, it's like there's something that she wants so desperately, and I'm the only one in the world that can give it to her. It kinda validates me as a Master. She needs me. It feels good. Her want is like surrender."

“That's just lust, dumbass." Gardevoir scoffed, “This is the most intelligent you've ever sounded, and it's about something so stupid."

He moved a hand to the back of his head, “Sorry, I'm not too smart." The Primarina seemed to still be paying rather close attention though, and for Olin, and idea of his own surfaced, “I know! What sort of face do you make when you're aroused?"

Aroused!? What sort of harlot could make such an expression on demand!? Aria pouted, lowering herself in the water enough to blow a few bubbles. She'd never really thought what she looked like when she was aroused. She was a star after all, and far too busy to waste her time with lesser pleasures. There was no sexual gratification that could compare to the triumph of acquiring a ribbon, after all! Not that this Human would know anything about that. His Lycanroc looked scruffy. His Espeon was a wallflower. His Nidoqueen was too old. And his Gardevoir-

“I do not have a 'mean looking face'!" She scowled, almost proving the point before sublimating her fury into a neutral expression, “And I am not 'his'!" She rounded on Olin, “My face isn't 'cute' either!" She grit her teeth, “And I most absolutely am not 'cute on the inside'! You are an appalling man!"

These little outbursts had become quite endearing quite a long time ago for Olin, and he grinned while Gardevoir worked herself up into a proper fury. What a pity that she was so uninterested in him. The look of submission that he was describing to Aria was something that he didn't think he would be able to resist on the psychic fairy. She'd certainly make him earn it, too. Nothing less than true love. Whoever her next Master was would be a lucky guy. Damn. Now she looked even more angry with him. He'd better think of something else.

A good thing that Aria was about to provide him a sight that would demand his attention.

There was hardly a need for modesty offstage. If she must become aroused to find in herself a properly mature and seductive countenance, then so be it. She swept her fins, her body gliding back into the shallows of the pool, a gradual incline allowing her to eventually lie upon her back with her upper body clear of the waterline, and lower half only just beneath it. Her fishtail may have characteristics similar to a gown, yet it remained no less flesh and scale. The press of those scales concealed a long slit beginning just below the encircling pink fins of her waist. Another distinctly inhuman femininity, she set one of her large white paws over it and revealed the smallest amount of her aquatic pussy as she slowly traced the line with the centremost of three broad digits.

Masturbation was not a common indulgence for Aria, and she struggled to figure out what she should be thinking while she did it. She'd never met a male Primarina that had struck her fancy. Their desperation was particularly off-putting, actually. She flashed through a few of her rival Contest Pokémon in her mind. There was that Ninetails. But after watching him paint the floor underneath his Master, it was difficult to imagine him on top of her. Also, Fire Type. Ew. The reigning champion was a Milotic, but thinking of them induced more rage than lust. The others were generally forgettable. Why would she even pay attention to them? She was the real star.

What about Humans? Well, there was her Trainer. She was wonderful. But her heart had a strange feeling in it when she imagined being intimate with her. What was that feeling? It was like jumping from a springboard to find that the water was a little further away than expected. She'd made such a scary face when Aria had demanded to mate with a Human male, and then looked strangely sad when passing along her agreement through the Psychic Type translating for them. Perhaps she was constipated? Humans never made much sense at the best of times.

Which led her at last to Olin. Well, while he'd been gracious enough to say that just talking was fine, the Primarina had come with the expectation of mating with him. Reynard had certainly had a lot to say on the subject. The vulgar Delphox had spun the Contest Pokémon quite the story while waiting to go on stage and deliver his fireworks, a tale of being fucked so hard against the wall of his dressing room shower that he'd needed to be carried to his bed when they had finished!

Well, she wasn't exactly averse to the idea. Yes, it would be fun to revel in the superiority of her stardom, but the longer that she spent in the presence of this man, the more that any sense of dominance over him felt… unnatural. Her pussy throbbed beneath her large digit as she gently traced the long length of her slit. In fact, the idea of letting him take control entirely was rather alluring. What sort of things would he do to her? There was certainly thought for fantasy. She looked to the man and allowed her imagination to manifest visions of him atop her.

He looked quite strong. Of course, the strength of any Human could never match to a Move, but still – strong enough to hold her tightly, to pin down her long upper limbs above her head in the grasp of a single hand, so that he could use the other to violate her. Yes, she would be completely helpless, like a fish-Pokémon caught in a net! And this ravenous man – this low class urchin – this dirty and depraved commoner – would have his way with her forcefully! Yes! He would soil her beautiful body with his vulgar essence! And – And -

Gardevoir placed her face into her hand, ejecting herself from the spiralling thoughts of the masturbating Primarina, just in time for Aria to give Olin precisely the look of submission that he'd described. Her sapphire eyes were moist, those long eyelashes draped over them, her expression one of sultry desire. It had always amazed the psychic fairy precisely how quickly Pokémon seemed to submit when faced with the prospect of mating with a dominant Human, the undeniable power of that instinct to yield proving terrifying indeed.

Olin smiled, quite enjoying the show, “That's it. That's the look. Well done." He was so genuine in his praise, “I mean, that's pretty lewd looking. You might have to dial it back a little bit, but I think you get the idea!" He clapped his hands together, “I guess that means we're finished…"

The clap brought her back to attention, tearing Aria out of what was becoming an increasingly ruinous fantasy. What was she doing again? They were done? Already? But they hadn't… She swallowed, and made careful eye contact with the Human. What a dastardly man. Couldn't he see that he had aroused her interest? Was he an idiot? No. No man was that foolish. There couldn't possibly be someone so dense that the turn of her body towards him, spread of her pussy, and an inviting moan was not enough to signal interest.

Of course.

He was actually an evil genius. He was pretending not to notice in order to make her beg! His bemused expression, his simple manner of speaking, and his declaration that he was not smart – it was all an act! Why was the Gardevoir holding her head and screaming? Could it be that she had only just noticed his intellectual superiority herself? Aria was different. She was a star. She would hold her nerve when appraised by that keen mind! Oh, if only she could imagine what was going on inside his head!

She'd be so disappointed to learn that it was Surfin' Delibird.

Well, she would just have to be a little aggressive to get what she wanted! She always got what she wanted! This vulgar Human was going to have his way with her! The fantasy was too tantalising to be resisted! The Primarina twisted her body around and with a thrust of her tail brought herself to the centre of the large pool, a sweep of her fins sending her towards the Human sat at his ledge. She grabbed his knees, and using them as leverage brought herself up to eye level.

Swiftness in the water had allowed her this movement over a matter of only moments, and Olin could only just blink in confusion as she appeared before him. That sultry look was now very close, the same sort of desperate need that he'd seen in several Pokémon now, a want which only he could answer, and a demand for his action in doing so. Realisation dawned, and he took a breath, prepared to speak his acknowledgement of that…

A breath! We're going underwater! To Aria it was an obvious sequence of events. Her Trainer would always take such a deep breath when she was ready to swim as well. She swept her arms about him, fell back, and dragged him to the bottom of the pool.

The embrace was tight, but not so desperate that Olin was denied movement, the man keeping his air as he was taken beneath the surface, his eyes opened to now see that unique countenance, with aquamarine hair spread about her head and a smile upon her face. She had dragged his body into hers, and against his knee Aria pressed that long groove of her slit. It felt wet. How could it feel wet when he was already underwater?

She moaned softly, and in doing so a large bubble of air exited her mouth, drifting upwards to the surface, the erotic sight stoking his arousal despite this perhaps dangerous circumstance. He sensed Gardevoir in his mind, a lifeline if he needed it. She felt worried. No, that must be his imagination. Well, if this is what Aria wanted after all, then he would answer her desires as she hoped – he'd certainly become used to these amorous situations with Pokémon enough for his body to immediately respond. Captured within her arms, he'd just enough movement of his own to place his hand over that long slit, disengaging her from his leg.

The Primarina spread easily, her slit parting for his fingers, and Olin explored the length of it in one long movement. Interesting. Nidoqueen had only her pussy inside of such a slit, her undertail separate. He knew that some Pokémon had only a single hole as their genitalia and thought that it might perhaps be the case here if she were not the same as Lady. But no – embedded in this long frontal slit of the mermaid-styled Pokémon was a soft and puffy pussy, and a second hole below it, a twitch passing through her body as his fingers trailed over both.

Again, despite being underwater, his hand felt wet. He brought his fingers together in some confusion, testing the consistency of some rather copious lubrication despite the Water Type at only the beginning of her arousal. If he were to liken it to anything, perhaps it would be Vaseline. The pussy of a Goodra had been absolutely frictionless, yet the jelly-like femcum he now pressed his first two fingers into gave the cunt which coiled around his probing digits a truly unique texture. Distinctly inhuman, long from tip to base, and crowned with a peal-like clitoris with the smallest hood.

His fingers twitched, and as her tailfin swept from side to side, her vaginal walls crushed at him in demonstration of potent strength. Arceus' nutsack. She could probably milk a cock like no other Pokémon… or snap one in half. Another moan, and another great bubble of air. How was it possible? Her lungs should long have been empty.

“Liquid Voice." A thought in his mind from Gardevoir, “Water and Air are interchangeable for Primarina. They're the only known Pokémon to have it as an Ability." That concerned feeling pressed in again, the intonation of Psychic Types something that Olin had become more sensitive to after mating with Vee, “You are in danger. Come up for air. Stop fucking around." And then a slight hesitation, “Please, Olin."

An idea appeared in his mind. An idea worthy of the simpleton that was Olin Catley. He pressed his knuckles into the depths of that aquan cunt, and as Primarina moaned out her pleasure, he captured her mouth with his own, and drank deep her air. Perhaps it was the bit of Fairy Type in her, but it came with a slight light-headedness. Perfectly sufficient to sustain him though, and the kiss had served to only deepen that look of surrender in the eyes of this Pokémon.

Aria squeezed the Human against her chest. This brute had just stolen her first kiss! And now his dexterous fingers, much finer in control than those of her large paw-like hands, were stirring her pussy so forcefully, his palm a circular press against her clit which compelled her tail to buck against him. She had thrown herself at him with such a fantasy in her mind, a roleplay of pauper and princess, and yet when she arrived in his arms – or rather, had him in hers – all grander narratives vanished in a surrender to simple pleasure.

Her virgin mind had never imagined such a thing, her expression becoming truly lewd as he overpowered her small mouth with his own and stole the exhalations of her Liquid Voice. Her cunt clamped down hard in orgasm, a vicious moan devoured by the man as he made a game of her body. The impassioned words of Reynard materialised before her: All Pokémon were submissive belongings for dominant Human Masters. To serve them is what we are for. Warrior. Servant. Cocksleeve. Lover. Pet. Whore. Your Master decides what you are. But… you get to choose your Master. That's our only freedom! That's the only freedom that we need!

Maybe that unrepentant slut had a point. Her real Master was back at home. But right now, for this moment, Olin was her Master in the only way that mattered. She surrendered completely, holding his body with desperate tenderness, bending back her tail to better present her cunt to his probing fingers, her tongue lapping at the inside of his mouth as their life-sharing kiss became truly passionate. Yes. She was his to use. To obey was as satisfying as her finest ribbon victory. Her cunt belonged to his superior Human cock, fingers which could bring more pleasure than any Pokémon, and a tongue which forced itself into her throat as her own lapped at him so lewdly.

For Olin, the man was delighting in his explorations of a truly unique pussy. The crowning clitoris was humanlike, but the small hood presented it upwards like a pearl. There was no outwardly projected labia, yet the pink flesh inside of the concealing slit was pillowy soft and wonderful to the touch. The length of the cunt was more than one would expect, shallow at the base, as if to guide his probing fingers upwards to the pleasure of her depths and the pearl of her summit. And despite being underwater, the jelly-like femcum left a wet feeling upon his hand, thick and goopy inside her, she had a lot to give, and to stir the mess of her pleasure made her whine in pathetic submission.

Well, he could hardly resist that. Her arms had lost much of the strength in them, and Olin found some leverage upon the pink fins of the Primarina's waist to throw himself down her body, that inhuman cunt now clear before his eyes. It seemed that with sufficient arousal the concealing slit no longer fully closed even without the effort of his fingers holding her open, yet he applied them all the same to look into the pussy he was about to claim, grinning as Aria covered her face with her hands in humiliation. But she did not resist him.

The same soft pink as her nose and those waist-fins, that inner slit parted to his thumbs, the small hole beneath it also opening as he dragged soft flesh apart. The whine of humiliation from above intensified, and it was only now that Olin realised that he could hear the moaning of the Pokémon as clearly underwater as he could above it. But that was too complicated to dwell on when there was something so delicious spread before him. His tongue made a long cleaving lick, beginning at her lower hole and ending with a gentle flick against her pearl which made the Primarina twitch in ecstasy. She quivered when he touched her other opening as well, her pride as a star shattered by the barbarian claiming everything of her.

Her taste was… watery. Go figure. But a swallow of her jelly-like fluids brought with it the same slight light-headedness he got when he stole her air. He'd always heard that there was magic in Fairy Types. Well, some of them. He stopped that thought before it could end at Gardevoir. Or he tried to. Inevitably, it continued. What would her pussy taste li-

“You brute! How dare you! I do not 'probably taste like a headache'! It's perfectly normal! Stop thinking of me trying it! I've never masturbated in my entire life, not even once! Don't you dare think that I'm some lewd Pokémon that does it every night! I can't believe I was ever worried about you! Go on and drown, you Tepig!"

He'd tried, at least. But it was discourteous to think of another girl when you were face deep in pussy, anyway. His cock was as hard as iron. His orbs churning, and his arousal mounting into a desire which had the man snarl out his current breath of air and need to suck another from the needy mouth of the Pokémon. Why was he so turned on? He had a terrifying suspicion that maybe there was some truth to that meme about Primarina femcum after all. Not that it was going to stop him from mating with Aria. He felt like nothing could at this point.

The Human seemed to delight in her humiliation, revelling in his power over her. His fingers thick with clinging femcum which even underwater would not be washed away, Aria screamed into her hands as he caught her pearl between his lips and pressed those two digits deep into her lower hole. She came immediately, so hard that she saw stars, an expulsion of thick vaginal jelly against his bearded chin as she sang her orgasm out like the lewdest whore of an illegal Pokébrothel.

She needed his cock, and the Primarina whined desperately for it, but her words were unintelligible to a Human. Aria reached for him, but stopped in her tracks, the weight of that submissive instinct denying her even this. Olin got to choose when he fucked her. If he wanted to finger her lower hole while he pressed his tongue into her grasping cunt, then that's what he got to do. She was his fucktoy, his obedient pet, his lewd Pokémon slut. This is what she was for. If he'd told her that the culmination of her entire destiny was to be nothing but a set of holes for him to carry around in his pocket, and she would spread them for his superior Human cock on demand – she would have responded only with 'Yes, Master!'.

A small thought remained at the back of her mind. Maybe there was another Human that she'd rather be doing this with…

But that thought was quickly buried under the blinding white of another orgasm. Olin had learned her body well, and now played her like an instrument. He decimated her stamina, dragging the air from her lungs with his kisses as Liquid Voice gave him what he needed to remain in the depths with her. She could hear herself, not only her moans, but sounds that would be imperceptible to non-aquatic life. The stirring of her yielding anus and the sloppy licking of her spread pussy was deafening to her. Her ear for music was turned against her, and however much she covered her face, there was no escaping the shameful pleasure of her surrender.

She nearly fainted with happiness when he finally wrapped his arms around her midriff and lined his cock up to her needy pussy, forcing her into another kiss as she embraced him in turn, and his maleness slipped into the groove of her slit to penetrate soft pink folds. Olin skewered her to the hilt… and came immediately.

There was no sensation like it, the pleasure an electric shock which forced such a roar from his throat that if not for the ferocity of their kisses he might have drowned. His balls had felt so swollen for so long, and now delivered the biggest cumshot of his life, a cascade of pearlescent white deep into her core, sealed there by the jelly-like mess of her femcum, and the thrusting of his cock. Of course he was still mating her, his hips were working on their own. Fuck. Maybe that poor Mankey had died after all.

Aria's tears were consumed by the water around them, the pained pleasure of his claiming of her the grandest submission that she could give him. The feeling was absolutely fulfilling, the flooding of her innermost depths with his essence the ribbon which tied the absolution of her surrender. Her virginity was lost, and the innocence of a Pokémon that had barely even masturbated gone along with it. Her face bore a truly lascivious look, her kiss hungry, her grasping pussy milking his cock for every last ounce of precious seed. It wasn't about an egg. An egg was impossible anyway. It was for him to mark her as deeply as possible as a race-traitor slut, a Primarina that had abandoned her own kind to surrender her pussy for only the use of superior Human cock.

That small thought again. Perhaps a female Human wouldn't be so bad either.

And just like before, she fell short of the brink of that revelation when pleasure flooded her mind with no thought of anything but mating. Olin was ferocious in rut, his cock may be painfully hard, but above all else, it was his orbs that were aching with need. He'd certainly have some notes to deliver to Krieg when this was all done, because right now he felt like he could keep cumming until he'd changed the colour of the poolwater.

Another orgasm washed over him, and again that grasping pussy milked his cock for a load just as copious as the first, another feral leonine roar smothered by their kiss as he was fed the oxygen that he needed to replace the outburst. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. His cock was numb, but some instinct demanded that he fuck this Pokémon slut so thoroughly that she would never be the same again. A mature appeal for the judges of the Contest Hall? No. Victory would be nothing less than such a thorough taming that when Aria batted her eyelashes their dicks got hard.

She'd gone limp in his arms, but so long as there was power enough in her to keep up her Liquid Voice, and that expression of pure and desperate pleasure remained to encourage him, he continued to thrust his cock into the wet sensation that presented the need of a sloppy and frothed up pussy even underwater. If it was the place of Pokémon to submit, then it was his place as a Human to show off his Mastery, his dominance, to graciously take everything that was given to him. If Aria spread her aquan cunt for him, then he wasn't a man if he couldn't fuck her into oblivion, until she surrendered everything!

Lost in rut, his thoughts spiralled. There was nothing but the pounding of his cock and the wash of pleasure. He would claim everything. He was owed everything. Gardevoir was saying something in his head, but he couldn't comprehend it. Aria demanded his cock. And he dragged it from her ruined pussy to claim the hole below it with a thrust that made her scream. Pleasure. That wasn't what pain sounded like. Even this far gone, Olin could tell. This slut just creamed herself immediately when he forced his cock into the wrong hole!

Unheard beneath the water, Aria sang her submission, “Mate me! Harder! Fuck your superior Human cum into my womb! This is what I'm for! My pussy is for Humans only! All of my- everything is for you! Fuck me wherever you want!" She moaned, awakened as a desperate slut, “I'll be your pet! A womb-slave for your cock! I just- I need it! It feels – feels too good!"

Olin was entirely on auto-pilot. Somewhere deep inside him, the last trace of his common sense told him that something was wrong, something dangerous was happening to him. He needed to stop. But his will was not strong enough. It was not the increased libido and the great spike to his cum production, but that he had been consumed by his own feeling of domination, defeated by his Human Instinct just has he'd seen Pokémon surrender to theirs. He came deep in her lower hole, dragging his cock free and without a moment of hesitation, he did something rather stupid. He swam upwards, and still far short of the surface, he forced his maleness into her mouth.

Her throat vibrated around his length as she immediately warbled into his cock, sucking and licking at his length. Virginal though her throat was, she was the Soloist Pokémon, and devoured his masculinity as if it was the most natural thing in the world. For Olin, the world was already beginning to go slightly dark. The edges of his vision turned to black. The surface was too far away. And there was no dragging Primarina off his cock.

Pleasure intensified. All he had to do was hold out, but after three orgasms already, was that even remotely possible? How long had it been since he'd taken a breath? Something splashed to his side. His vision blurred as he began to expel air. Shit. He was going to drown while getting his dick sucked by a Primarina. He'd made a terrible mistake. Gone wild with pleasure and allowed that drive to overtake him completely. What would happen to Vee and Dusty and Lady if he died here? He couldn't. He needed to reach the surface, but his limbs felt so heavy, his lungs empty.

A dark shape was before him. Arms wrapped themselves around his body. Lips pressed against his own and air was forced into him. His strength came back to his arms and legs. Black turned to blue as colour returned to the world. Green and white and red as well.

Gardevoir was kissing him.

What?

Gardevoir was kissing him while Aria suckled down a very messy orgasm.

The shock brought him to his senses. No amount of arousal inducing Primarina femcum could defeat this. Nor could the bout of madness he'd fallen into when he'd surrendered to the rut that it had invoked in him. The dazed Aria allowed the withdrawal of his cock, kissing the tip before going belly-up and floating to the surface.

The two of them floated upwards, too.

And when they got there, Gardevoir slapped him hard across the face.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: First suggested by NoNoNope back in part three, then boosted by EWEW in part eight, and then again by TheLastFirstborn and Johnnyd1988 in part nine - others as well contributed, like Greenhoof for breathplay. I'm not sure who to credit with this one as so many seemed to want it! The thumbs up and support it got as well resulted in Aria taking the stage. I hope that you enjoyed her - and... damn, I did not anticipate this ending. It wasn't supposed to go this way. But, Olin fucked up and lost control, and Gardevoir... reacted.

Special thanks to User Johnnyd1988 for the support and suggestion to ditch bathing suits for this one. TheLastFirstborn again for the final push to bring Primarina home and for slitplay. User AdvancedCBMaster for reminding me of the balance of sexes. User WinterWolf87 for sparking an idea I have now about Vulpix. User BootzNCatz for their encouraging words. User SnakeBussyOrSnuBussy who provoked the next chapter. User CapitalC for Floatzel - I know you want this one, and we do need more water shenanigans! User EWEW for keeping commenting on this series! User NoNoNope for the nod for the speed on the last one and their kind words as always. User DRLa, whom I'm glad to tick some boxes for! User Greenhoof for powering through the series and the wonderful support. And User Faust Feran for a good endgame suggestion, too.

Axel, the adopter of Arcanine, belongs to User AdvancedCBMaster. Chester Kent, the adopter of Scolipede, belongs to User NoNoNope. While in passing, I hope you both enjoyed Gardevoir's roast.

I'm honestly bowled over by how many comments the last one got. Thank you for every last one of them. Fave count may be the measure for how things do on this site and makes stories more visible to others - but it's your words in the comments that are most precious to me. I'm tremendously grateful that there are people reading this series, and I really hope that you have enjoyed it. I'll do my best to keep it up! Thanks of course as well for every fave, vote, watch, folder sub, and every last read. This makes ten entries. Woohoo!

As always, I'd like to reach out for suggestions for your favourite Pokemon, kinks, ideas, suggestions and more. But this time there's a special focus. It's the turn of another male - and I'd quite like to do a snake. Please pitch me your favourite snake Pokemon - and I'd be very grateful for any scenarios or other things you'd like to see as well!

Have a most excellent day.