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For what was intended to be a dressing room, the space was remarkably homely. Plain walls had been decorated with fabric drapes, a soft looking bed topped with a small heart shaped pillow placed in the corner, and the centre of the room a collection of lounging chairs surrounding a cauldron. A chest of esoterica lay open beside it, replete with a large crystal ball and myriad fortune telling materials, a bevvy of wands with lightly charred tips, and a wide-brimmed hat. The Delphox that lived here quite liked that hat. It really brought together the natural robe of his fur into a proper witch's ensemble!

Reynard leaned back in his favourite chair as it thrummed beneath him pleasantly, the massage functionality doing wonders for his lower back. It was obnoxiously loud, and so was the Wesson Town Pokémon Gym above them, but that was hardly an issue when the conversation that he was having was entirely a psychic one. Sat across from him with a freshly opened can of energy drink in her hand was Gardevoir, perched right at the edge of her seat. The complicated expression of her face was as tumultuous as the conflicted feeling of her heart, and a casual psychic skim of her surface thoughts – a simple greeting for Pokémon of this Type – revealed quite the mess.

“You did not have to turn down my offer to read your love fortune that sternly, Darling. Quite the protest you made there. You're lucky that your Human isn't very sharp… Or perhaps unlucky."

Her eyes narrowed and she scowled. Reynard was quite the presence on the Psychic Network, but she'd never met the Delphox in the flesh. He had a reputation for meddling in the affairs of other Pokémon, particularly when it came to matters of romance, but indulging him was the price of their presence in this room. He continued, “So, where did your date go wrong?" A fey smile, “Oh, Darling. Please. If it had gone right, you would be in that shower with him right now being mated against the wall. Instead, you're out here with me."

“It was not a date." It took some effort to keep her psychic voice level, “That-“

“-Is a ridiculous ritual reserved for Humans." He finished her thought, and probed her mind, “So ridiculous that you were awake all of last night thinking about it. You've never had a date before. But you've always wanted one. Your previous Master was so uncomfortable with the idea of being labelled a Poképhile that he would not even touch you in public. Which is why your heart went all aflutter when Olin grabbed your hand so warmly and told you that he wasn't going to lose you as the crowds pressed in aro-"

“Damn you, Reynard! Get out of my head!" She snapped in return, “You don't know what you're talking about. That Barbarian grabbed hold of my hand and dragged me towards the Pokémon Gym like the brute that he is! And the thing that kept me up all night was just an overindulgence of caffeine. I could not sleep imagining the humiliations that would await me if I stepped outside in the company of Olin!"

The fox flicked his fingers, levitating a glass of some colourful effervescent drink into his hand and sucking on the bendy-straw protruding from it, “Of course, Darling. How silly of me." He twisted the straw into a heart shape, rather pleased with his work, and even more entertained when her scowl intensified at the sight of it, “He's quite kind for a barbarian though, isn't he? Half of the reason that he brought you here is for you to see the bonds between Trainers and Pokémon in the Arena. He wants to show you that there are good Humans out there that are worthy of you. Quite the lengths to go to for your sake." Reynard grinned impishly, “So, he led you by the hand. What came next?"

She was starting to wonder if entertaining this Delphox was worth the price of using his shower after all, “He talked about his Pokémon. He knows that Dusty wants to battle, but he's not confident as a Trainer and worried about letting him down." She couldn't help the small smile that came next, “Then he pulled out this little notepad he'd written down all of Lycanroc's moves on and asked me if I could help him. The idiot had even spelt some of them wrong. How do you miss the 'a' in Stealth Rock? What a fool…"

“How adorable." He pulled out a small remote and adjusted the settings on his chair to begin working his shoulders, “He failed as a Trainer in the past, according to Vee. His willingness to try again should set a fine example for you." The Delphox sighed softly, “Oh, don't give me that look, Darling. If you don't try again, then life shall pass you by, and you will find yourself old and alone in that Lastwall mansion room, wishing that you had taken a chance while it was in front of you."

“There is no chance to take, Reynard." She huffed, and then deflated, “I despise Humans. Olin is sometimes kind, and sometimes insightful, and sometimes he sees me in ways that nobody else ever has. Fine, I shall admit that such things are… good." Gardevoir scowled into her can, “But he is a Human. We are nothing to Humans. Love is as fake as your fortune-telling. They lie, and they cheat, and they will discard you on a whim. I hate them. I hate Olin most of all for… shaking my resolve. This awful man vexes me!"

That was surprising honesty, and it was enough for Reynard to soften. Gardevoir's previous Master had impacted her severely. He was still hurting her today – every time she looked at a Human she pasted his face over them, looking for the same faults, afraid to trust, terrified of being hurt again. He gave a small smile, “So, he is frustrating and frivolous, an idiot and a barbarian, but you do like him." Her face twitched in response to that, “How complicated. You like him and you hate him at the same time. That's a very strange feeling for a Pokémon to have." Reynard didn't think he'd have much luck unpicking that, so he moved on, “What happened next?"

Gardevoir slammed down half of her can. This Delphox was a rather powerful Psychic Type, and she'd little hope of concealing anything from him. He was speaking to Vee of course. Half of the Psychic Network was speaking to Vee these days. And while he could see clearly into her mind, his own was a steel trap, rebuffing her every attempt to find a point to turn into a jibe of her own. Defeated, she continued her story, “I saw a…" She shook for a moment, “Yamask."

“And then the panic attack?"

She hunched over herself, hugging her energy drink, “Olin got in the way. And I pushed him, and he tripped, and then he landed on that Vileplume and-“

“Ended up completely covered in their Stun Spore." Even after a Paralyze Heal it's best washed off quickly. So, Gardevoir had reached out to the Psychic Network, “And now he's in my shower scrubbing away. Yes, that about sums things up nicely." Reynard shook his head, “Oh, he doesn't blame you in the slightest, so don't look so glum. He's actually quite pleased that the ridiculous facial expression that he was frozen in distracted you sufficiently enough for you to return to your senses."

Gardevoir pouted, “Why should I care if he blames me? I do not look glum." She leaned back and folded her arms, “Shouldn't you be out on the field doing your warmup act for the crowd? Your Master will be missing you."

“Oh, Darling. I don't have a Master. And I'm not required for my fireworks until the evening bouts." Reynard retrieved his drink, allowing the conversation to skip along rather than dwell on the circumstances that had brought the pair to staff room under the Pokémon Gym, “The Leader of Wesson Gym is my Master on paper – but it's quite like how Sir Lastwall is technically your Master." He gave a little smile, “I'm still searching for my true Master. And I must say that I'm a little interested in this Human of yours."

The psychic fairy swallowed, and his smile deepened, “Yes, I might be just about sold, actually. You've missed entry on the afternoon's battles, so are out of luck until evening. That's quite a lot of time to kill. So, I think I shall mate with your Human. Since you're not interested in him, you should have no problem with that, yes?"

Her face was twitching, and he kept up the pressure, “I know a few of the Psychic Types in the Guide Project, and there are no Delphox there. So, I think you should watch us. That way you can report back with my valuable data." He raised a finger, “Ah, of course – if you were to refuse this, I suppose that would be admitting that you do care about that Human. Not because I am mating with him. You've watched him do this plenty. But because if he mates with me tonight… then he won't mate with you tonight. And I think that is where you were hoping for your not-date to lead."

Gardevoir sprang to her feet, an expression of fury writ across her face, but her exclamation died in her head before she could project it. She shook with anger, “I…! You…!" And then a snarled defeat, “Do as you will, you whore of a fox! I don't give one single fuck! You and that savage deserve each other!"

Damn. Reynard tried his best to look smug, but inside his heart he deflated. The Delphox never liked playing the villain, but sometimes a little pressure was necessary to get people to open up about their feelings, and this attempt to push Gardevoir into making a move had ended in failure. He'd realised a little too late that it wasn't in him to change her mind. She liked Olin. But she could not trust a Human. It was not possible for him to square that circle. It was something that only Olin could do – if anyone had a chance of it at all.

Still, he wanted to help her. That's why he'd forced the provision of her watching. Perhaps he might inspire some jealousy there, or find some opportunity to press further. Naturally, all of this was to help their relationship. And not at all an excuse to be mated hard by a superior Human cock. That part was just a side benefit. A hum of thought came. It was a side benefit that he could have on tap if this Human became his Master…

“Fair play is for Humans. We Pokémon know how to take what we want." He stood himself, the Gardevoir a little taller than he was, “If you decide that you want this Human for yourself, then you should take him. I quite like you, Gardevoir. But no Pokémon is so kind as to turn down a chance of a good Master for someone else's sake. One day, Olin will have a team of six Pokémon – and if you don't do something, then you won't be on it. Now, come on. I've quite the spacious bathroom…"

A room over, Olin sighed, still scrubbing away with a puffy loofah with enough ferocity to have made his skin slightly red. The ablutions were as expansive as the dressing room, designed for the use of large Pokémon, equipped with all of the necessities to service such creatures. Water assailed him from all directions, the tiles beneath his feet lightly abrasive to provide some grip as he found himself in the midst of what felt more like an omnidirectional fountain than a shower. A nearby bath was sunk into the ground, the soapy water churning beneath a haze of steam. And he'd quite the selection of shampoos and such as well – for fur, scale, feathers, and a whole variety of non-standard body types.

The door clicked, and then opened, and Olin turned to observe the Delphox enter with a thoroughly pissed off looking Gardevoir in his wake. He'd gotten perhaps a little too used to his nudity around Pokémon, for his hand went up in greeting, “Ah, sorry it's taking me a while, Miss. I'm about finished…"

Reynard smiled. Miss? Well, he did look the type, he must admit. Delphox was male at a rate of almost nine times out of ten, and enough of those males were so effeminate looking that they were often mistaken for females. Oh, what fun. He licked his lips, “Not a problem at all, Darling." His voice was light enough to be mistaken for a girl, and he had no intention of correcting Olin, “A great pity, but you seem to have missed the afternoon Gym challenges. There are a few hours before the evening bouts, so Gardevoir and I were discussing ways to fill the time…"

He stepped forward, the ablutions an open space with no barrier between them, but still some distance to go, “I think I would like to volunteer to play a part in this Guide Project of yours. I'd like for you to mate with me." He answered thoughts before they could be put into words, “Oh, don't worry about impacting your time with Gardevoir – she shall be watching closely. I would not be making this proposition if she had not signed off on it! But you are sweet to be so concerned for her…"

“You… Wow, talking Pokémon don't mince words. Or… thoughts." He gave a slight smile, “I don't get to spend much time with Gardevoir, though. So if you don't mind I-“

The psychic fairy scowled, “The Guide Project doesn't have a Delphox signed on. This might be our only chance. Besides, it's not like I want to spend time talking to you anyway!" That resulted in a slightly hurt look, and it sparked a truly wretched feeling in her to see such an expression on Olin, “I – It's for work! We don't have a choice! If you are so insistent on sitting around with me, then I shall consent to one coffee in your apartment before you take me back to Lastwall mansion!"

Oh?

Reynard looked across at his fellow Pokémon with a truly impressed smile. Well done. Bravo. There was hope for her after all. But then he looked inside the head of the Human and saw not a single glimmer of understanding of what a coffee back at his apartment was being leveraged in hopes of. Baffling. How could anyone be so dense? These two were a catastrophe. A good thing that he was here to shake things up a bit, “Well, there you have it, Darling. A small extension to your not-date to make up for our little interlude. I've never been with a Human in person before, you know?"

Olin blinked, “In person? What do you mean?"

“Well…" Reynard advanced, “You know about the Psychic Network…" He skimmed their mind, “Oh, but you don't know how deep it goes, do you? We're doing a lot more than talking. We can share images. Feelings. Experiences…" Turning to the explicit, “When you have mated your Espeon, more than one of her fellow Pokémon have been passengers in her mind. I already know how it feels to have you leaning over me, slamming my too-small feline pussy with womb-plundering thrusts of your superior Human cock, whispering into my ear how much of a wonderful little slut I am, whilst I scream out for my beloved Master to give me an egg..."

“Psychic Types do all that!?"

“Oh, yes. We all do." He glanced at Gardevoir. He'd felt the presence of her inside Vee's mind every single time that he'd been a passenger himself. From what he could tell, whenever the Espeon opened herself up to an audience, she was first in the line without fail, “Well, except Gardevoir, of course." She cringed as he stopped on the verge of outing her, “But the shared sensations of your mating with Vee have had Psychic Types all across Wesson Town writhing on their beds, wracked with toe-curling orgasms. Me included. I must admit – I was quite quick to answer the call for aid from Gardevoir because I hoped to have a chance of my own. So, what do you say, Darling?"

His companion seemed to be okay with it. And he'd have the chance to make up for lost time later in the night. And… he couldn't help the slight throb of arousal as the Delphox turned so amorous in her advances. Well, 'her' as far as he knew, “Yes." He nodded his head, “I mean… if this is what you want. I've never met one of Gardevoir's friends before. I know this is supposed to be for work, but I want to make a good impression, too!"

“We are not friends!" That psychic voice was thunderous.

But Reynard was quick to cut in, “Not friends, no. We are best friends. I'm helping Gardevoir here figure out some quite important things, you know?" Somehow, she'd found a second can of energy drink, and now popped it open, her own hiss a mirror of the sound of the tab pulled, “I hear that you're a very gracious mate. Would you hear my request?"

Olin nodded again, “Oh, thank you, Darling. What I would like… is for you to pretend to be my Master. No, more than that. Pretend that we are lovers." Gardevoir's face gave another twitch. It had become quite the obvious tell – her cheek, eye, and nose would all move together whenever something didn't go her way, “But, I still want you to call me a slut and a whore while you mate with me. A Human-owned vixen. Tell me that sex is all that I'm for. I live to serve my Master." A provocative smile, “I love my Master."

Well. The Delphox was certainly forward. It was a lot of instruction to take in all at once, but Olin always did his best to make his partners feel appreciated, “I can do that." He tilted his head, “Uh… right here in the shower?" The Delphox nodded, “I've never done this with a Pokémon that I can talk to before…"

“Being able to understand me just means that you'll know how grateful I am for a good mating more clearly, Darling – ah, I mean - Master." Strange. There was something about hearing that word spoken aloud – or at the very least, into his thoughts – which stoked his arousal so strongly. The Pokémon stepped forward, and Olin swept his eyes over the creature, taking them in, “Oh, that was quite the reaction. Vee can still only do images with commonality with you, can't she? Perhaps if you had her increase her level a little, you would be able to understand the absolute filth she's meowling into your chest when you hilt her tight little cunt."

Tall enough to reach Olin's chest, the bipedal fox-like Pokémon advanced, droplets of water pearling in his robe of fur as he came into range of the faucets. Reynard was a showman, and an outpouring of psychic power prevented his fur from sagging to his body, his sleeve-like protrusions and ear tufts flowing wonderfully around him. His tail flicked from side to side in the wake of his mincing walk, and as the Delphox finally reached his 'Master', he placed one black clawed hand on his hip, the other at his shoulder, drawing himself close in an embrace reciprocated by the Human.

“You do quite like hearing about your Vee, Dar- Master. You must love her very much. Perhaps I am a little jealous…" He smiled, presenting a slight lick to their neck, “She's very dedicated. She won't even play passenger herself for other Psychic Types since she's become your Mate. But she's always asking questions. How do I best suck Master's cock? How do I train my pussy to stretch for Master? Is it normal to think about being mated all the time? Can a Human and a Pokémon get married?"

Another little lick, this time at his jawline, as their throat bulged in a strong swallow, “Oh, you've never had a proper whore like me before, have you, Master? I'm actually going very easy on you…"

He reached down, his hand at the cheek of the Delphox, and a soft smile on his face, “That's very hot, but… I want this to be about you, not her." It was rare for one with the powers of foresight to be so taken back, but Reynard could swear that his heart skipped a beat, “I mean – uh – I love Vee. But tonight I love you too, right?"

Reynard smiled, “Yes, we're lovers, aren't we Master? You don't have any problem taking a Pokémon for a mate. You'll hold my hand in public, no matter what people think." Gardevoir buried her face in her can as Olin nodded, “Yes. You'll own me, you'll teach me my place as a Human-owned cocksleeve, your dedicated lover, a willing cunt you can call out of a Pokéball. I'll use my power all for you. That's what I'm for…" Another lick at his jaw, “And you'll be my dominant male. Take care of me. Control me. Make me feel comfortable serving you. So, I can be a nice submissive little whore for you… You-“

The Delphox got no further before they were lifted from the tiles, their back put to the wall, and a crushing kiss had captured a short muzzle with barely the configuration necessary to return it. It was smothering and breathless, the passion of a man seduced into the peak of arousal, Olin devoured the whimpering supplications of the vulpine slut, Reynard clinging to him as a small break in his psychic barrier had the yellow and white fur of his face grow damp.

A crushing masculinity overpowered the submissive male, and it took every ounce of willpower for Reynard to prevent his small cock from emerging from its sheath and ruining the surprise. He knew that Olin was bi, and would hardly care that he was a male, but wanted to have his fun before being outed as a boy. The large Human broke away, “Is this how a Pokémon slut entices a male?"

Their smirk was rather smug, “You should ask Gardevoir what we're saying when you're on top of us. It's our nature to submit to Humans. All that we want is a worthy Master to serve…" He licked his lips, “And if that Master is a male with a big cock that wants to make us into his mates, then all the better. The Pokémon that love you, love you because you deserve it. There are plenty of shit Humans out there. We can say 'no' just fine. Now, force me down onto my knees. I'm not going to suck your cock. You're going to fuck my muzzle. Pull out before you're done. I want it on my face."

“Arceus' nutsack…" Olin cursed, “This is you going easy on me?"

His hand traced down to their shoulder, but as it passed over the vulpine throat there was a reaction, a slight jolt in their body. Intrigued, Olin lightly placed his fingers around that small neck, “Oh, now you're not playing fair, Master…" Something grazed his leg, and he glanced down, “I didn't want you to realise that I was a male until I was looking up at you with your cum all over my fur…" His red eyes held a challenge, “Why choke me with your hand when you can choke me with your cock, Master?"

Well, there was an invitation that Olin couldn't let pass him by. Gardevoir meanwhile sighed, projecting a psychic barrier to turn away the humidity of the ablutions, “You're such a slut, Reynard. Haven't you got any class? Seducing a barbarian like Olin is hardly an achievement…" She tried to be aloof, but hated how cutting the things that were being said for her benefit were, “Don't be naïve. A Pokémon that says no to their Master gets thrown away."

Was that why she'd said yes to her last Master to begin with?

“Don't ruin the moment, Darling. Master is about to fuck my throat raw." Forced to his knees, a two meter tall giant of a Human allowed his cock to drape over the muzzle of the fox, the manhood large even for the muscled enormity of Olin. Reynard swallowed. Even under the rainfall-like stream of the showers, the scent of it still reached his small pink nose, his tail instinctively raising a little behind him.

The Psychic Network opened up, “Just so that you know… sharing in the sensation of having your superior Human cock forced into their muzzle is… a Galarian Ponyta from that little ranch not far from Lastwall mansion, a curious Meowstic that lives a few buildings away from you, an Alolan Raichu from near the lake, and… a wild Girafarig from the foot of Mount Wesson." Reynard glanced over to Gardevoir, extending the invitation. Rejected. What a shame.

He let his small muzzle hang loosely open, his pink tongue lolling out. The Delphox was sitting on his heels, his own small maleness pointed upwards and throbbing as the side of his head was seized, one thumb wrapping around his ear tuft. The vulpine cock was pretty sizable for a Pokémon, but still barely enough to fill the hand of a Human, the only substantial part of the tapered pink length being the knot. The light shade made it far less imposing than the canine cocks of Arcanine and Dusty. Cute, perhaps – and suiting for the submissive femboy sporting it.

Olin's broad cock was levelled at that welcoming maw, resting atop a tongue which briefly licked the underside before submitting to his will. This was not something that he was used to, but Olin was amazed when inch by inch, he pushed into a heated pleasure unlike any pussy or undertail. It was one thing to be deep-throated by a willing partner, but quite another to receive an invitation to fuck their maw to this extent, and he focused his gaze through the steam to watch small nostrils flex a breath.

Their voice took him by surprise from the impossibility of it, Olin briefly forgetting that it was a psychic projection from how used to conversing with Gardevoir he had become, “My Fire and Psychic powers are intertwined. When they're not in use, and I'm not swinging my wand around, I'm nothing but a submissive little femboy fox for Master to fuck. No problematic factors for your Guide Project to worry about. All you need to do is show me your love by-“

No more words were needed. His cock was bent slightly downwards, but the strain of that penetration was defeated entirely by the raw pleasure which came when he grabbed the other side of the Delphox's head as well and skullfucked the submissive little whore. If Reynard wanted it rough, then Olin would give him precisely as he hoped for, spending no time building up a gentle pace as he normally would for his partners, and instead immediately bucking his hips into a forceful pleasure.

Tears immediately blossomed in the corners of the eyes of the kneeling fox, but so did a droplet of precum at the end of their small cock. Those eyes met his and compelled him to speak. What role was he supposed to be playing again? Somehow it was hard to remember right now, “You… This is what you're for, you slut. A Human-owned set of holes for me to drain my cock into." How in all of creation did Reynard manage a smile around the shaft straining his maw? “You know your place. That's why your little Pokémon clit-dick is so hard under you. I bet you're a real faggot. The sort of unrepentant whore that'll cum the moment that you taste mine…"

His balls slapped their furred chin with each thrust, the battery of their throat potent enough for Reynard to begin to struggle to maintain his breathing, but the fox couldn't be happier. He exhaled a low moan, his head pinned inside that iron grasp, his cock leaking precum down its length to wet the fur of his sheath inside the psychic barrier which kept away the water of the showers. The scent of Olin was overwhelming his senses, the bitterness of his essence on his tongue, and it sparked instincts of raw submission. His swaying tail now flagged high, and Olin did not even get the chance to finish before the Delphox whined around his cock, his own small vulpine prick straining as it painted his chest in a meagre load of white surrender.

Across the psychic network, a Girafarig squirmed inside a cave as her pussy creamed the face of her licking second head, a Meowstic tried to hide her orgasm from the trainer sleeping beside her, a Raichu gulped down the evidence of his own orgasm, and a Ponyta whinnied and gave it up all over the floor of his stable. Reynard captured the briefest image of every one of them, playing them back for Olin to show off the shared orgasm that the submission of the Delphox had wrought, and it had the man snarl in his leonine growl before adding his own cumshot to the compilation, his cock torn free of their throat to deliver a heavy load that dwarfed any Pokémon, all over the face and open muzzle of the kneeling whore.

Each rope of thick and vulgar white clung to his fur, one splashed over his tongue and quickly suckled down, “This is… this is what I'm for, Master… I'm your willing fucktoy." He moaned, rolling his hips against his ankles, “Being owned by you makes me so happy…" He cut the link to the Psychic Network, having finished up the part of the show that he'd hoped to broadcast. Everything else was just for him, “Gardevoir, Darling – can you hand me the clear bottle by the bath? I'm not quite ready to get up yet…"

“Get it yourself! You have telekinesis!" She snarled as he feigned weakness, a thick mess of white cum streaking his fur, “You're giving Pokémon a bad name! We're not all sluts like you!"

Olin leaned back, watching this play out as the fox countered, “Oh? What are you like then? You say you loved your previous Master, but you never went all the way and fucked him. What does a virgin like you know about pleasure?" He reached up, dragging his finger over his check and retrieving a little white, “Don't you want a taste? Maybe you'll like it?"

The Human coughed, but before he could speak, his mind was read, “Yes, you're right. I went a little too far there. Do forgive me, Darling…" Reynard licked his claw clean, and levitated an unmarked bottle of some clear fluid over to himself, “I don't need anything special. Careful fire control and all that." But before he could grasp it, Olin plucked the bottle from the air.

“Let me." There was too much water for him to use his mouth well without struggling to breathe, but an idea had formed in his mind well suited to the proclivities of the Delphox. He poured a reservoir of lubrication into his right hand, and with his left he grabbed Reynard by the throat and lifted him to his feet, pinning him again against the wall, “Spread your legs, whore. Wrap them around me. I want you to feel a proper cock up against that little toy."

He balanced their weight between the grasp of his hand, and their legs around his midriff, lube-slicked fingers finding the well-trained hole beneath their tail, “I have toys that even put your monster to shame. No need to go easy on-“ It was a thought cut off as Olin plied his own technique, exploring insides which it surprised him to find were already slightly lubricated. This fox seemed to have come prepared for anything.

“You look good with my cum in your fur." Olin knew what he was looking for and found that spot of pleasure quickly, the wave-like motion of his fingers an immediate stimulus which had the Delphox squirm against his body. His fingers flexed against their throat, and a moan slipped under them, “But a little vixen slut like you will look best with your eyes crossed and every drop of your own fox jizz spent over your chest."

“Yess…. Massteerrr…" His psychic voice slurred, “Squeeze my throat tighter. You own me, Master. You own me so completely that you get to decide when I breathe! I surrender as a male! My cock is just a toy – mate my vixen undertail into a hole just for you!" The whore moaned throatily, the sound a choked warble, “Make me cum until it hurts! Make this femboy faggot earn your superior cock!"

Gardevoir watched from a distance, observing Olin ply the same techniques that had brought several other Pokémon now to ruinous climaxes. As part of the Guide Project, she must admit that sometimes she had felt arousal in seeing him work. And she'd masturbated plenty between sharing the orgasms of Vee when she linked to her on the Psychic Network. But something about this moment felt strangely personal.

Reynard couldn't resist allowing his own rougher proclivities colour what he'd asked to be loving and intimate along with the submission – but he'd clearly only asked for that at all for her sake. She swallowed. If she mated with Olin, would he do that to her? Would her pussy make such lewd sloshing noises while he stirred up her insides? Would she make the same rapturous face that the Delphox now wore?

Damn Reynard. Damn him for putting these thoughts in her head! She was not the same sort of unrepentant slut as that whore Delphox! When she mated with Olin, it would be gentle and loving and-

When.

The Delphox grinned his victory as he watched Gardevoir over Olin's shoulder, the psychic fairy internally screaming as she threw her crumpled can of energy drink back into the room from which they had come from. It appeared that it was possible after all to cum from the sensation of smugness. Or maybe it was the skilful fingers and that brutal wave motion against his bitch button? Perhaps the crush of Olin's weight pinning him against the wall, or the hand at his throat? Maybe the scent of cum in his nose, the taste of it on his tongue, or the submission of it messing his fur?

He didn't care anymore. His toeclaws curled and he came hard, moaning, “Fuck! I've never – even with toys – you're –“ His mind was too scattered to put together the enticement which normally came so naturally. Reynard had invited plenty of male Pokémon onto his back, but even the cocks near-comparable to Humans sported by the largest of them failed to compare to the presence and domination of Olin's body and his unrelenting fingering. His undertail was making a lewd noise, a shlicking that had his cheeks burn in a humiliation far exceeding that of wearing the Human's cum over his face. That orgasm he had invited. But now pleasure was being ripped from him.

Another orgasm was forced onto him, his meagre cock throbbing against the superior Human masculinity it was pressed against. He'd lost control of this scenario, the initiative seized entirely by the man that filled his mind with nothing but the pleasure of submission, “This is what I'm for! I'm a vixen faggot that needs your big Human cock inside me! Please! Please mate with me! I need you to fuck me! I need it now!"

“No."

Olin's refusal was exactly what he wanted, and that the Human had come to understand that need further affirmed their mastery, and threw Reynard even deeper into submission. His claws scrabbled against the Human's back, but were too well manicured to cut, finding very little purchase as they laid themselves over the scars left behind by Dusty. The Delphox felt them under his paws and imagined the ruined faggot that had left them there. Had they been brought to the same ruinous bitchgasm in the arms of this man?

Barely allowed to breathe, Reynard was overpowered completely, the last of his air stollen by a suffocating kiss. His body quivered, his undertail clamped down hard, and as the edges of the world began to darken, he found the strongest orgasm of his life when the Human withdrew his fingers and forcibly impaled him to the hilt in a single thrust of his mighty cock.

Reynard went completely limp, his meagre foxhood exploding to cover their pressed abdomens with all that remained within his meagre orbs, the Human drinking the moan of his final intake of air, and depriving him of any more until his twitching body earned it with a great squeeze of the cock that owned him. Olin pulled back, grinning some barbaric victory, his freed hand now gripping the base of his tail as he dove into the feverish pace that Reynard was yearning for.

“Masteeerrrrr!" He whined desperately, “Thank you! Thank you!" The Delphox screamed his gratitude for each thrust, every penetration a shockwave of pleasure. He'd taken bigger and more exotic toys, but nothing could compare to the feral crush of a dominant Human taking what creation had determined he was owed from the submissive cocksleeve of an owned Pokémon.

A second orgasm would be quite some time coming for Olin, and he'd the strength and stamina to handle the weight of a Delphox quite handily, especially with the press of those abrasive tiles behind him and their own desperate hold of his body to assist that. Time in the Human Gym well spent. Each upwards lunge was a thrust into velveteen pleasure, some unique pleasure coming in the feeling of such complete mastery of a slutty femboy fox.

He took his time learning the rhythm of pleasure, how best to choke, how best to smother them with his kiss, the words of degradation for his ear, and the grind of his hips at the apex of each thrust which crushed the breath from the smaller male and made the faggot see stars. They trembled with the weakness of a defeated vixen, moaning like a female Pokémon begging for an egg, the swing of their hips a demand that he impregnate a futile hole with incompatible seed.

Eventually, that climax came.

Olin snarled his pleasure, his golden hair plastering the sides of his face in a great mane, his teeth gritted and then parted into an exalted cry of domination. His cock was buried deep, and he could feel the pathetic vulpine shaft throb against their pressed abdomens to unleash a dry orgasm as he filled the Delphox with a very wet one. His pleasure was copious, a thick stream of liquid virility churned up through the long session of domineering mating.

One final kiss, and he released Reynard to fall to the ground, the submissive male immediately rolling himself partially over and holding his undertail spread to show off his grateful hole, flexing around the overflow of superior Human cum. A third encounter with no injuries! Olin was on quite the streak. He gave Gardevoir a goofy thumbs up which had her press her palm to her face. This man was ridiculous.

It would be a little while before Reynard would regain the use of his legs, so he remained crumpled on the floor of his bathroom. He took a slow breath, “That was… fantastic… Master… well, I suppose it's back to Darling now." The Delphox chuckled, “I've seen the inside of your mind, Olin. You're a good man. Too good for me, I think." He blinked, “Oh, I don't mean like that. What I mean is… Do you think you could use your fists to beat me bloody, and then mate me hard while holding a knife to my throat? No? A pity. That was an excellent time. But I think I'm a little too extreme for us to be compatible as Master and Pokémon, Darling."

He looked over to Gardevoir, who appeared strangely relieved, “Well, it was fun to pretend for a while. You were marvellous, Darling. Do you think you could cuddle me for a little while? I'd quite like that…"

Olin smiled, dropping down beside the Delphox and placing them into his lap, “I've never met a… Pokémon or a Human quite like you before."

“Well, there's a big world out there. And you're going to see more of it. As a Fortune Teller, I can say that much." He snuggled into the large man, “You had best find yourself a good team of Pokémon to support you, Darling. Pick carefully." Reynard glanced to the psychic fairy, “Ah, I forget. My fortune telling is as fake as love. But, I am a showman in my heart! I do more than parlour tricks and fireworks! So, Gardevoir, Darling, inside my chest, there's a little envelope for you. Do head into the next room over and give it a look, won't you? I'm going to snuggle for a little while, and then I'll take you to your seats for the evening show!"

She narrowed her eyes. This was probably some sort of joke. There were strong limitations to foresight, and fortune telling was almost entirely a load of Tauros dung. But, Olin looked strangely enamoured, so with a sigh of defeat, she left the two of them and went to retrieve the envelope. It contained two things, both falling onto her lap as she sat down.

A lacy choker, and a note.

“The only signal that he's ever going to understand."

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User DeltaHopper for the suggestion of Delphox. And User TheLastFirstborn for the idea to play off the femboy stuff a bit. I really didn't intend to do the next one so quickly, but ended up reaming out this entire story in one go today. It was nice to have Olin pretty outclassed as far as kinks go by Reynard - and while he fucks him brilliantly, he ultimately isn't able to tick the boxes that he needs to as a Master. Maybe he'll show up again in the future...

Special thanks to User EWEW for the encouragement (I was really worried about the last chapter, so getting a comment like yours so early on really bolstered me - thank you). User AdvancedCBMaster for the slit love. User Etnom1 for the idea of small gestures on a date (which gave me handholding). And User NoNoNope for nudging me on having some of the older Pokemon of the Guide Project resolved.

Same as ever, thanks for every fave, vote, watch, folder subscription (it just overtook Beastmaster, damn), every last read - and most of all, every comment. It's really satisfying to see these chapters climb in the monthly/weekly lists as they accumulate faves, but it's the comments most of all that keep me going. I'm very grateful for all of your ideas and suggestions, and your kind words have been tremendous. That's why i always put a thanks at the end of every chapter!

Next up is a female Pokemon. And... I have no idea which! There are some good candidates in the suggestions, but I'm still torn, and always hungry for more - and for more detail on any previous pitches! Please hit me up with your favourite Pokemon, kinks, ideas, and suggestions! Also, of the nine Pokemon so far, Scolipede and Arcanine remain at the Lastwall mansion hoping for adoption. So, I'd like to ask you - pitch me your trainers! I can only take two, but give me a character, some details, and a reason for adopting the Pokemon, and they're yours. I'll roll some dice or something to decide which to pick if there are multiple pitches in the comments, but if you want your character to swoop in, pick up one of these two, and head off on an adventure, pop it in the comments! They'll probably only appear in passing or by mention, and I might have to make some small edits to have them fit, but I think it would be fun to do. NoNoNope triggered the idea for me, so thank you to them! Reynard will probably be up for adoption eventually, too - as he searches for a sufficiently kinky Master.

Have a most excellent day!