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Today was an excellent day. The sun was shining. The bird Pokémon were singing. And Dusty was going to put a male Pyroar into a headlock while his Master fucked their mate into submission right in front of the pitiful cuck. What could be better? Well, being mated to a quivering bitchgasm himself, obviously. But aside from that, there was little more satisfying than having such an opportunity to show off his strength and usefulness to the Human that owned him. At the very least, it would do much to dispel the sour mood that had befallen him ever since Olin had brought that accursed Nidoqueen into their nest!

Dusty scowled, reflecting on the previous week. Lady was a breeding Pokémon used to living outside, yet she had acclimated to Human civilisation rather quickly. Her stated ambition was to 'take care of them all', and in pursuit of that goal, she'd already mastered cleaning, vacuuming, and laundry, with cooking next on the agenda. Clearly it was all some kind of ploy to become Master's favourite. Olin had returned home a few days after acquiring her to be greeted by a demure bow she'd learned from watching the television, an apron over her chest and feather duster in hand – and been so taken by the sight that he'd spent that entire evening ravishing the Nidoqueen exclusively! Damn her!

He loved his Master. He loved him so much that he felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. Dusty wouldn't lose to that stupid lizard. He certainly wouldn't lose to the cat – a useless parasite of an Espeon that gave her Master nothing. He wouldn't lose to anyone. Losers get thrown away. And rightly so. It didn't matter how safe and comfortable and loved Olin made him feel. He still fully expected that if he lost a single battle, he'd be taken to the middle of the forest, released from his Pokéball, and told to fuck off and die. Lady kept trying to make him 'open up and talk', but how could a breeding whore like her even begin to understand the desperation of that reality? How blissfully ignorant she was of the true nature of the world!

The Lycanroc huffed. He wouldn't let thinking of those two useless females put him in a bad mood today. Not when he'd finally the chance to show off how strong and cool he was for his Master! The Human was holding his hand tightly, the fair weather an excuse for a nice stroll across Wesson Town to reach Lastwall mansion, and the canine relished the opportunity to show off the intimacy of his bond to other Pokémon on the street. There was certainly no shortage of onlookers, for the morning bouts of the last intake of challengers for the year was taking place at the Wesson Pokémon Gym, and spectators had formed a great crowd for them to venture through.

He strutted along, grinning provocatively, hoping that every Pokémon that saw him was appropriately jealous of his submission, and every Human that saw his Master was jealous of his ownership of such an awesome warrior. Dusty was awesome. The best. A winner. But there remained a very slight desperation in how tightly he held Olin's hand. The same desperation that had been there from the moment that he had first clung to the man. That hold remained all the way to Lastwall mansion, through which they passed on the way back to the patio of their previous afternoon tea.

Krieg greeted them with a smile and a wave, the wispy man pushing out chairs for each of them, “Good morning. Thank you for coming at such short notice! I do hope that we can be quick enough to not cut into your afternoon not-date with Gardevoir. She's very excited, you know?" Wearing his usual dark suit and equipped with his rose-tinted aviators, he looked to be enjoying himself in the fair weather, the Typhlosion which previously heated this space replaced by a milder Blaziken which seemed to be in the midst of some sort of meditation.

“Good morning to you, too. And more likely she's spitting with rage at the thought of spending time with me." Olin chuckled, taking a seat as one was offered and pouring tea for himself and his Pokémon, “Can you give me some more details on these Pyroar?" His Lycanroc was more informed than he was, receiving instruction sent by Gardevoir and passed on by Vee, “Dusty is pretty keen for whatever his part is, but I'm not sure what I'm in for myself…"

The wispy man nodded, “They're on loan from the steelworks, and as the company has fallen a little behind on production, the two of them are to be recalled earlier than anticipated. Today is the last chance to tend to them. Though I hoped to build up your experience a little more first…" He took a slow breath, “I'm not quite sure how to phrase their request, though. I suppose I shall have to do my best."

Krieg sipped his tea and put his thoughts in order, “The steelworks employ a whole pride of Pyroar to provide the necessary heat for their work. One male, and a full dozen females. And that male has become… fat, lazy, and useless." He raised his hands, “The words of the Pokémon, not my own, I assure you!" A slight cough, and he continued, “They're unwilling to replace him, as he was once the prize fighter of the director of the company. The pride females say he was once rather admirable as well. So…"

A glance at Dusty, who was vibrating with eagerness, “He needs to be whipped into shape. Inspired to get a grip. Dusty is going to defeat him in battle, pin him down, and force him to watch you claim one of his females."

Olin choked on his tea, “What the hell, Krieg!" He thumped his chest, “That sounds like the plot of a shitty porno!"

“Well, it was hardly my idea!" The officious man hastened to add, “His pride are fed up with him, and they're the ones that came up with this. They've been talking about using their bite to unsex him if he doesn't get better, so this is as much for his benefit as theirs! He thinks that they're here as part of a breeding program, and we've kept them separate from the other Pokémon to keep up the ruse. You're going to have to… act? You performed well degrading Dusty, after all. Play the villain, threaten them. Apparently, the female is very into that sort of fantasy."

The large man snorted, “Rape-play and cuckolding?" Krieg withered in his chair, “Really?"

Dusty's small tail was wagging furiously. Frankly, he couldn't wait to show off his power by absolutely destroying some useless male! Krieg eventually sighed, “Pokémon can be rather varied in their tastes. They may consider the world differently to us, different instincts, different morals. But domination and submission is a universal language." They sounded like familiar words, though the normally rather dry Krieg, impassioned only at politics, appeared quite flustered, “It's not as if it is my kink! If this is not something that you feel like you can do, then I shall turn them down."

The Lycanroc looked at him hopefully, and Olin nodded, “Part of the reason that I signed up for the Guide Project in the first place was to broaden my horizons some. I'm not worried about this sort of thing. I don't know how well I can sell my acting, though…" A slight smile, “Besides, it sounds like things are rough for the girls at the steelworks. Lighting a fire under this guy would make them happy, right? And if he used to be a fighter himself, then he wasn't always like this. It'd be nice for him as well if it inspired him to go back to being the guy they used to like, I think."

A psychic voice washed over them, commencing with a hearty scoff, “Yes, it is all for their benefit. And you absolutely did not become aroused at the idea of humiliating a lesser male. Dusty should not be encouraging your foul desires." Gardevoir floated from the entryway of the mansion. She looked tired, her usual can of strong energy drink in hand, “What a depraved man you are. You had better shower before our date."

Olin chuckled as her face spasmed, “See? She does have a sense of humour! And good morning, too you, as well!" Her Freudian slip of the mind passed him by completely, and the expression of the psychic fairy turned briefly thunderous. But, she sublimated the twisted feeling in her chest and fell into the remaining chair, the large man continuing, “Hey, I just realised. How are you two going to watch this time?"

Krieg adjusted his aviators and placed down his finished cup, “Well, Gardevoir's presence will not be required so she is free to return to bed. Dusty is more than sufficient here. As for myself, I shall be observing through the mansion security system. I've got an earpiece for you to wear so that I can give you notes if you need them." He gave a relieved smile, “If you're quite ready – return Dusty to his Pokéball, and I'll give you the location of the Pyroar couple…"

The grounds of the Lastwall estate sprawled over quite the area, carefully monitored to ensure the safety of the many Pokémon currently corralled there for the sake of the Guide Project. A variety of naturally occurring biomes spanned the region, all appropriate for the countryside over which the noble family had claimed stewardship over, and all caught in the swamp of snowmelt. The tall grass was soaked, the dirt paths used for local thoroughfare churned into lakes of mud, and not quite expecting to be trekking through this sort of terrain had Olin without his waterproofs.

He was quick to accept that his clothes would be ruined, his jeans quickly browned with the mud of the trails and his boots thick with it. The clinging wet brought a slight chill with it, but as he approached the small gully, he found the air to be warming with every step. Under his breath, he practiced some lines, “I am… a Pokémon thief?" He shook his head, “I'm a bad man and… you should be afraid! No, that's not it either…"

It wasn't until his targets came into sight that Olin realised precisely who it was that he should be emulating when it came to villainy. There was a dichotomy of the sexes in Pyroar, and in this environment of stone crossed by a small stream, the two of them lazed at opposite sides of the water, each showing off their unique attributes. Similarly sized and proportioned to Luxray, each would stand at about his chest level, the male stocky and rugged, and the female more sleek and lithe.

The leonine creatures were two-toned brown, reminding Olin of dark and milk chocolate, with the limbs and underside the lighter shade, the core of their body and back the darker. There was a regal feeling to them, the great crimson and yellow mane of the male framing a catlike face from which sharp blue eyes sought out the approaching Human. While the female with a flowing length of similarly streaked mane-fur crested from her forehead, swept back into a flame-like dance projected over her back. She smiled when she caught his eye.

That smile. There was something so sultry about it, her eyes narrowed in an expression which could only be called lascivious. It froze Olin to the spot. He'd seen that face on Pokémon before, but such a lewd and melted look usually came at the heights of pleasure, not in invitation of it. She pulled herself to her paws lazily and made a show of doing a small circle and making herself comfortable, her tail flicking upwards as she did so to display hindquarters as wet as the tall grass that Olin had waded through to get here.

A voice came into his ear from the device Krieg had lent him, “I suppose that was her way of reassuring you. She knows what she's in for." The tone was slightly crackly, but soft enough at least to escape the notice of the Pokémon, “Pyroar can heat the air enough to cause severe burns from even getting close. Send out Dusty before they turn up the temperature!"

Olin tossed out a Pokéball, “Dusty, I choose you!" There was something so wonderfully cliché about that line, and he couldn't help but cry it out as he was taken back to his days as a proper Trainer. But then he sneered. The gentle giant of a man, with what in another world would be called Nordic features of golden hair and blue eyes, his expression usually so kind, looked warped, “I'm going to collar you and make you into my slaves!"

Of course, Samantha Bent was the best he could come up with as a villain to emulate. He couldn't quite get the face right, though. Olin would never hit a woman. He didn't want to hit anyone. But despite that, if asked to explain what expression the Civil Servant wore, he would best describe it as 'punchable'. The male took the bait, pulling himself to his feet and revealing quite the mass of belly beneath him. Their lack of physical fitness was enough for Dusty to snigger into his paw.

The Lycanroc was excited, his eyes projecting their pinkish-red glow strongly. The weak deserved to be bullied! A Normal-Fire Type? Against his Rock? And this pathetic male was half of his level at best. He grinned as his Master continued, “Oh? You think to defy me?" Olin had put on a slight voice, and struggled to keep a straight face as Krieg began giggling over the earpiece, “You should be honoured to even be worthy of my interest! Pokémon want to obey! Pokémon want to be enslaved! Pokémon want to be used! And I shall have my fill of you! Starting with this female!"

“Dusty, use Rock Tomb!"

It was a completely one-sided fight. No. Calling it a fight at all didn't seem to fit. The disposition of the Lycanroc changed completely in battle, the doting Dusty that clung to his arm and regarded him with such affection vanished. This was not the Dusty that scowled and provoked others either. His glowing eyes became cold and cruel, his fighting style was an effortless perfection. The efficiency and the brutality of his strikes were terrifying, and that single Rock Tomb was enough to devastate the Pyroar, a pounce and entanglement of those lanky limbs completely immobilising the male.

Dusty lay on his back, the quadrupedal male atop him and belly up, a hug from behind about their throat holding the leonine creature helpless and exposed. It was only at this moment, when the battle had been decided that the Lycanroc seemed to come to his senses, a scowl at the captured creature, and a smile for his Master. Olin's eyes widened, the speed of that takedown and the coldness of it breaking his character for a moment. It was only the smile and reassuring tail wag that allowed him to continue.

“W-well done! My slave!" He gathered himself and tried his best to resume a superior sneer, “These Pyroar are so weak. Perhaps it might not even be worth acquiring them at all? At the very least, the male is useless."

That male writhed in the iron grasp of Dusty. How had this happened? He used to be a prize-fighter, but he'd never been attacked so swiftly before even in competition. The hard muscles of a Rock Type pressed against his throat, and a claw was levelled there as well. A voice snarling into his ear, “I've killed Pokémon before. Keep struggling and I'll tear you open right in front of your bitch."

The security system picked up that Pokémon language, and while Krieg had no way of deciphering it, Gardevoir did. Rather than sleep, she'd chosen to watch this spectacle unfold over the cameras, and it troubled her that she couldn't tell if the Lycanroc was acting, or genuine in that declaration. Where on earth had he learned to fight like that? Why did the style feel so familiar?

An oblivious Olin pressed his advantage, “Maybe we should just get rid of them both. Unless I can find some way to make them useful to me…" The female gave a whine of distress completely undercut by the lick of her lips which followed it. He tilted his head, “You. Come here. If you don't obey me, I'll have Dusty strangle your mate."

The Lycanroc sniggered. Strangle? Far too slow. He'd use his claws to open up the neck of this Pyroar if it came to it. Olin tried thinking through some of the news stories he'd watched to try and impress Krieg, searching for context, “Maybe you'll make a good pleasure Pokémon? I know a good Pokébrothel. Do a good job of pleasing me, and maybe I'll let you live." He dropped to a knee, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Please don't burn me, okay? I have a not-date after this…"

A very small lick of his cheek came in turn, and Olin flinched expecting the same searing of the flesh that had come with Arcanine. A voice chimed in his ear, “Pyroar likes their meat raw, so they've developed very careful control of the temperature of their maws. Oh, and Gardevoir is here as well. She says that your premise for this scenario is ridiculous, and you should be ashamed of yourself."

Gardevoir disapproved. Imagine that.

Olin hadn't had much trouble leaning into the sort of aggressive dominance that Dusty had wanted on their first meeting, and had come to accept that degrading and possessive language which sparked submissive instincts in Pokémon was generally par for the course. But this sort of threatening play was quite the step further, and he needed to focus to keep his head in the game. Reassured by that small lick, he dove into the character, “Suck my cock you pathetic whore. Make sure that this useless male can watch you do it…"

The female Pyroar wasn't even as good as Olin at committing to her role, an obvious shiver of arousal passing through her body as the Human unbuckled his jeans. Fortunately, the male was distracted as Dusty adjusted his grip slightly, “I hope she's fucking grateful." He shifted slightly to ensure that his captive was looking, “Master wants you to see this, so you're gonna watch real close…"

The Human pulled down his jeans, the fabric already dried from the ambient heat of the two Fire Types. He leaned back against a stone ledge, revealing his maleness to the urgent nuzzling of the Pyroar standing before him. She'd not hesitated for a moment, having experienced only one cock for her whole lifetime, and even the flaccid Human was larger than that.

There had been a small battle between the females of the pride back at the steelworks to decide who would play this role, and this one had won not because she was the strongest, but because she wanted it the most. She was tired of the feeble pleasure of their overweight male, and tired as well of the cleaving licks of her companion's tongues when they sought enjoyment in each other. She wanted cock. Superior cock. Human cock. And she wanted her failure of a mate to watch her getting it! A few licks were all it took to bring Olin to arousal, and she marvelled at the mass before her.

Olin was a large man, and his cock was big even for his proportionally towering frame. There was a slight musky scent from the exertions of his travel here, the orbs beneath churning with anticipation, the length giving a slight twitch as she drew a slightly barbed tongue along the shaft. She glanced to the side, able to see the small sheath and balls inside the tangle of fur between her mate's hindquarters. How could she ever go back to something so pitiful as the tiny cock contained within after this monster?

After a moment of hesitation, he'd placed his hand into her mane, finding that despite the flame-like colourations, the length was nothing but fur. His palm was a gentle guidance to her licking, and a submissive instinct had her immediately yield to that control as he leveraged her affection into pleasure. Dusty grinned, “See that? That's how a real male controls his bitch."

Finally, a snarl came in return, “No! She's mine!"

But he was strangled into quiet, “Yours? Fuck off. You're a loser. Losers get nothing. Look at her face. Soon as a better male showed up, she forgot all about you, and rightly so. Master is going to make her into an obedient little fuckslut, addicted to Human cock." Dusty licked his chops, “Watch close. This is how a real male fucks. You got a cock between your legs, but you ain't a man. Not even a faggot. You're a loser. That's why you couldn't keep your female."

Luxray had struggled to make a sucking motion, and it seemed entirely impossible for Pyroar. Yet, the warm and wet lavishing of that rough tongue was a wonderful prelude to rut. He allowed the feline to take her time getting used to his maleness, watching the slits of her nose flare as she absorbed his scent, seeing her evaluate his flavour as she gathered a droplet of precum from the head of his cock. Her tail had raised as she worked, little by little, and now her undeniable arousal was fully on display for the watching Pokémon.

“See that wet cunt? She ever get that drenched for you?" The male in his headlock squirmed and whined in humiliation, “That's what the cock of a proper man does to bitches. Whenever I smell Master, I get rock hard, my tail goes up, and all I want to do is hold on to him while he mates me hard and tells me how much I belong to him. I'm a Human-owned cocksleeve, Master's submissive faggot, and I love every second of it. He mates me until I'm completely spent. You think a loser like you can compete with that?"

His cheeks burned with humiliation, his ears flicking back. His female was so aroused that he could smell her from the other side of the stream, the application of her own temperature control to increase the flow of heated air from here a mocking torment. It was a scent which triggered his own instinctual arousal, a small amount of pink appearing at the press of his sheath despite his aching body and shameful peril. She wasn't surrendering to this Human because she had to. She was doing it because she wanted to!

There was little chance of Olin reaching climax from such gentle technique, and he was quite alright with forestalling his own pleasure for some time yet. After all, he was a man who found most enjoyment in bringing his partners to ecstasy and revelling in their squirming surrender. Finding that this show was quite to his liking after all, he removed his cock from the muzzle of the Pyroar, and took a seat, leaning back against his stone ledge, “Lie down on your back in my arms, just like Dusty is holding that useless male. Spread your legs. Make sure he's got a good look at that needy pussy."

She collapsed her weight onto him without any hesitation, his left arm seizing around her chest beneath her forelegs, and his free hand reaching down to spread the lips of her feline cunt. Olin had gotten quite used to feline genitalia, with Espeon to compare with for females, and Luxray for males. He pulled at the furred flesh on either side of her opening with his pointer finger and his thumb, showing off the glistening pink need as she squirmed in his grasp. She squirmed all the more when he curled his first two digits inside of her, the light immobilisation of his grasp insufficient to prevent her bucking into his rhythmic motions.

Arceus' light. This Human knew how to use his hands! The sensation was entirely alien to her, so different to the broad and barbed tongues of her pride-mates, and the small cock of their male. He searched for and found her small embedded clit quickly, supporting her weight with his body as a rocking of his arm forced her to fuck his fingers.

“Of course a loser gets hard from getting cucked by a better male." Dusty had noticed the unwilling arousal of his captive and continued his degradation, “Look at my Master stirring up that cunt! At least my dick is big enough to fit in his hand! Two fingers are probably bigger and better than anything she's ever had before, right? Look at that whore fucking squirm. I bet you would have shot your shitty load by now, wouldn't you?"

“I-!“ The Pyroar tried to respond, but his words were strangled out of him again. One of his females was being taken away from him. If one could be taken, then any of them could be taken. Was that all it took? The dominance and pleasure of a male that could provide such things to a grander extent than him? She was moaning so loudly, her cunt was making such a lewd sloshing noise as he stirred up the leaking femcum which wet the fur of her thighs.

She came hard, a small roar dragged from her throat as her quivering pussy was spread wide by his fingers just in time for her to clench and twitch around nothing, her insides shown off to the watching male as a rush of femcum leaked out over her tail. Olin licked his fingers, finding that the Normal Type had fluids not dissimilar to Humans, yet the Fire in her provided an ashy tone which dried out his mouth like a swig of good gin. He gave her only that moment to recover before pressing his fingers back into that overflowing cunt and curling them upwards to seek out her pleasure once more in a sloshing, shlicking noise even louder than before.

Even her ears lowered in humiliation at that sound, her pussy stirred up into frothy pleasure as she writhed in his grasp, the Human making sport of her. The throb of his cock and wetness of precum at the small of her back was evidence enough of his own enjoyment, but unlike her captive mate, he seemed to be finding most of that pleasure by tormenting her with her own climax. Dusty commented, “He ain't gonna fuck her until she's surrendered to him properly. Master likes a grateful hole to sink his cock into. A good Human-owned cocksleeve pushes back, and moans, and whines, and whimpers, in just the way he likes! That's all that weakling losers like you can hope to fucking be!"

Dusty's eyes glowed fiercely, “I'm the best fighter. I'm the only one that's worthy of him. Stupid whores like you should just bend over for his cock. Your bitch gets it. That's why she's cumming around his fingers like a good slut. When he mates her, it's gonna blow her fucking mind." He cackled, “Are you properly fucking jealous? Which one are you jealous of? Do you wish you were a real male like my Master? Or do you wish he was making you make that fucked up face instead!?"

It was certainly a look. On another world, it would have been called an ahegao, her eyes teared up and rolled back, her mouth hanging open for panting breaths and a drooling tongue. For the first time, she'd felt proper submission and proper pleasure, her body a game to be played under the ministrations of a superior male. Her undertail twitched in time to her pussy as he again pulled out his fingers just at the moment of her climax. It dulled the pleasure, ruining the need for her to seize at the probing digits with her needy pussy. But knowing that her inferior mate was able to see her insides gush in the wake of proper pleasure was an even grander arousal.

Finally, she let loose her own voice, “Please… I need your cock…" She moaned, “I need the cock of a proper male inside me!" Her body was heating up inside his grasp, and Olin needed to give her a squeeze to remind her to lower the temperature. Certainly a key note for the Guide Project, if she got too desperate she might end up too hot for him to mate with at all! She wiggled her hips, quadrupedal limbs useless in the air, her body held against his, “Please…!" The Pyroar whined, “I've never cum before! Not like this! When the other girls lick me, I never get off this hard!" She cash her glance at the male, “He's never even made me cum at all! Please! Mate me properly! Show this loser how a man fucks!"

The shame was crushing, the humiliation making him squeeze his eyes shut. Though they remained closed for only moments before the Lycanroc strangled him again into the compliance of watching this unfold. Why was his cock so hard? He looked down himself, his maleness barely larger than a Human thumb, not even worth mentioning against the colossal shaft which Olin now held against the drenched pussy of his female. He'd sat her in his lap, facing away from him, his muscles bulging as he leveraged her considerable weight into a position which properly showed her off yet remained a pleasant fuck.

She weighed a lot more than Luxray, and this was not a position which even the well-trained Olin could manage for long, but he wanted to make sure that her mate could watch this moment of penetration in utmost clarity. She yowled as the head of his cock parted her folds, his length slowly pressed into the most heated cunt that Olin had experienced yet. Her insides were like silk, tremendously hot and ruinously wet, her femcum soaking the skin of his thighs as he controlled her descent. Gravity and the iron-hardness of his cock conquered her tightness, her hindpaws trying to find some purchase beneath her as he hilted.

The male Pyroar could not look away, watching that small feline pussy spread over an enormous Human cock, stretched wide against his length as his female was brought down while wearing that rapturous expression. She didn't even breath until he bucked his hips and forced another yowl from her, a body-shaking orgasm washing over the meagre fur of a Human crotch as she indulged another juicy climax. His demonstration complete, Olin rolled to the side, bringing her with him as he took up a position behind the Pyroar, lifting her topmost hindleg and commencing a languid pace.

“Listen to that bitch yowl. I bet you never heard that before." Dusty licked his lips, “A loser of a male like you doesn't deserve any females at all. Even if you've got a tiny little clit-dick, you've got paws, ain't you? You've got a fucking tongue, eh? You mate as shit as you fight." He gave a deep sigh, “Fuck. Master once used his tongue under my tail until I came so hard I saw fucking stars. Then he stirred me up with his fingers until I surrendered completely. I was so desperate for his cock I couldn't even think straight. Human or Pokémon, a proper dominant male can do that! What the fuck are you supposed to be!?"

Dusty snarled, “We're Pokémon. How good we are as males is how well we fight and how well we mate. You think any female wants a piece of shit like you? You think any male wants to own you, either? You're as useless as that fucking parasite Espeon. At least she knows how to spread her legs!" His claws were pricking flesh as he drove himself to a fury, his eyes shining brightly. There was a risk that he might go too far as the Pyroar began to choke, but he was saved by something rather unexpected.

The cucked male reached an untouched orgasm, whining and writhing as he painted his chestfur with a truly pathetic load of his essence.

That lascivious moaning, the squirming of his mate, the scent of her heat, the melted expression of pleasure – the arousal of watching her, even under the ministrations of another male, was simply too much. Her submission was addicting, and the poison of the Lycanroc was being dripped into his ear. Yes. A female Pokémon was made for breeding, her worth measured in supporting her mate. That's why she was cumming so hard around that superior Human cock. Because that's what a mate that was worth supporting looked like.

Jealously melded with his humiliation. His shame stoked by the laughter coming from behind him as Dusty loosened his grasp enough for him to breathe freely once again. The Human had increased his pace to a furious rut, his female needing to match each of her yelping exhalations to the apex of his thrusts as the head of his cock pounded against the gates of an untouched womb. Olin had no interest in breaching that, for some instinct told him that if he changed positions and fucked her deeply enough to claim that sanctum, she'd probably discard this male completely – and he'd never fit her in his tiny apartment as well!

Her pussy was a sloppy mess, her wet fur slapping against his skin every time he thrust his hips flush with her hindquarters. He looked up to see the grappled Pyroar paint his own chest and snarled his own leonine dominance. The Human instinct inside of him that demanded mastery of Pokémon flared strongly. Yes. This is what it meant to be a Master. If Pokémon were made to submit to Humans, and feel comfortable in that submission – then it was his right as well to feel vindicated in his own superior masculinity!

A good thing that Gardevoir wasn't there to undercut him with some psychic putdown as a fantasy of his own dominance flashed before his mind. Perhaps he would visit this steelworks and fuck the whole pride of female Pyroar into this same broken submission. Maybe he'd womb-fuck every one of them into Human addicted cocksleeves. And then the male as well. He'd make him a faggot more cockhungry than even Dusty! A broken bitch that couldn't even be called a male anymore!

Of course, a voice came through the earpiece, “Gardevoir says you're making that revolting face where you think you can conquer the world just because you made your submissive cum again." There was a little sigh, “Personally, I don't know what she's talking about. But if she's right, she must know you real well- ow! Ow! Stop pinching me!" Their scuffle faded into the background as Olin resumed his mating pace. A good thing he'd been distracted from frenzy, or he would have been here all day.

There was a time when his first climax would have come quickly, but the experience of frequent sex with quite a variety of Pokémon, and the aftereffects of Goodra's aphrodisiac slime, had come to make his first round as long as his second. He fucked the squirming feline hard, her voice an enticement unintelligible to his ears, “You're-! You're breaking my pussy! Fuck – mate me! I need your cum! Make me pregnant! Give me an egg! I want to push out your cubs while he watches!"

It was an impossibility for them to breed, and her words not possible for a Human to understand, yet some gut-feeling inside of Olin forced him to reciprocate regardless, his grasp around the squirming Pyroar tightening, his orbs clenching, and a potent load of superior Human essence pumped deep into her clenched up cunt, flooding her needy womb with a vulgar sensation of submission which had her pawtoes curl. The world was briefly subsumed in white, her moans whorish, and that climax sufficient to have her body collapse against him in limp satisfaction.

Olin snarled his orgasm, breathless in pleasure, his hold of her the possessive grasp of a dominant male breeding his bitch. Though that embrace was not a long one, his cock unsheathed to show off a gaped feline cunt, “Squeeze out my cum. Show him what's inside you." The male Pyroar's gaze was locked on that point, his gulp evident as he watched his female ooze a load which put the few meagre droplets on his own abdomen to shame.

“Dusty?" His master called out for him, “You got that cuck under control?" A not affirmed that he did, “Good. Bring him over here and put his face into this pussy. He can clean up my cum while I teach him how to eat cunt." Olin had thrown himself into his role, domineering in his approach as the idea had come to him. He remembered his scenario at the last moment, “Ah – you're gonna be cleaning her up often after I sell you both to a Pokébrothel! Prime fuckmeat like this is going to have plenty of customers!"

Giggling came through the earpiece again as he oversold his lines.

That drew some mild concern from the Lycanroc, and he squeezed the defeated male one last time, “You try anything. You turn up the heat. You harm my Master…" He didn't finish the threat. The look in the eyes of the feline Pokémon in his grasp was enough for him to know that it had landed, “Good. Maybe there's some fucking hope for you." He did not release his charge for even a moment, dragging him by the mane to where his Master was holding the spread-legged female.

Olin reached down, grasping the male by the back of the head as Dusty gave him enough freedom to be controlled. Before his eyes was that ruined pussy, the small feline opening splayed pink and leaking Human essence. The familiar scent was overtaken by the musk of male superiority, and he found himself gulping as his small cock throbbed beneath him, “Start by cleaning the entrance. It's all over her undertail. Lap it up. Now."

His nose twitched, but the beginnings of a growl were stifled by the threat of the Lycanroc. He hated it. Not that he was being forced to clean up the cum of a superior male. But that the scent of it triggered some submissive instinct in him which made him want to do it. His tail swayed, and then rose high. What would it feel like to be mated as hard as she was? He pondered the fantasy as his tongue made a half-hearted lap over the indentation beneath her tail, “Garbage. That's why you're a loser. You have a broad tongue. Use it all. One big lap from under her tail to the top of her cunt. Then swallow it down like a good little cuck."

The flavour was bitter and musky, mixed with familiar femcum, but in quantities that he'd never drawn from any female with his feeble technique. He obeyed. It humiliated him that he knew that he would have obeyed even if the Lycanroc wasn't strangling him. He wanted this. He needed to gulp down this Human cum just as strongly as his female needed to have his load pumped into her. A submissive instinct had him in its grip, and in the face of a male that had beaten down his manhood so severely, all that he could do was whine into that creampied cunt and do exactly what he ws told.

“Better." Olin commented, “Feline pussy is pretty small. I figured that much out early on. If you wanna get anywhere with it, you need to spread it wide." That got a slight tilt of the head from her. Not even the other females really bothered with that, “Press your paws on the inside of her thighs and move them apart. Take a proper look at that cunt. That's a pussy that only a real male can own." He reared up, and the Human interrupted quickly, “Mind your weight. This is all about her. You want to fuck that up like you fuck up everything else?"

The Pyroar quailed pathetically, falling back to the ground and then taking his position a second time, slowly pressing his paws into position yet keeping most of his weight on his haunches. Just as Olin proclaimed, that tight femininity spread before the press of his pawtoes, and another stream of pearlescent white was disgorged. No command was needed for him to lick it up. Olin's hold of his mane kept his face there, “Start there. She's plenty inside of her. Slow, cleaving licks. This isn't about pleasure yet. This is about you learning your place by guzzling down the seed of a better male."

Inside his grasp, the female Pyroar leaned over to give his cheek another sly lick, seeming to be quite enjoying herself as the male between her legs showed such submission. This is what Humans were best at, she thought to herself. Their way of thinking was different to Pokémon. Her pridemates had spoken at length about unsexing this loser with their jaws in the hopes that he would be replaced – but this man seemed to be of a mind to mould him into something… perhaps a bit less like a loser. His cock was pathetic. But they might be more inclined to bear his cubs if he could at least learn to use his paws and his tongue!

An overstimulated cunt beaten into submission was now treated to a gentle afterglow of smouldering pleasure, the cleaving motions of that tongue deep inside the spread of her feline opening never allowing her passions to entirely fade. Every time that she thought that he was done, some movement of her body or relaxation of her core would have her divest another small stream of cum. Buried so deep that it would be impossible for him to get all of it, eventually Olin moved on, “Angle yourself upwards. Push your weight a little. There's a clit in there, and you need to expose it."

A pull of his mane prevented him from lurching forward, “Don't be a fucking savage. Gentle. Use your lips, not your tongue. Take your fucking time." Olin continued his instruction for some time, finding that he'd come to quite enjoy himself. He wasn't so conceited as to proclaim to be the best at this, but he was passionate about eating cunt, and using his tongue, his fingers, and these days his words as well, was a far more satisfying part of sex to him than the process of fucking itself, “She's going to cum. You need to learn to be able to tell that as easily as I just did. Nuzzle close. Get your tongue deep. Give her something to clench on."

It was a worthy orgasm, wonderfully wet, with her femcum copious enough to soak the facial fur of the lesser male. He'd more Human essence upon his lips as well, and after Olin had finished forcing him to remain static while she ground her spasming pussy against his face, he was eventually released to lick those lips clean.

The lesser male's tail was flagged high and swaying. His tiny cock throbbed beneath him, so close to another untouched climax. He needed to mate! But as he looked into that mildly gaped feline pussy, he no longer felt worthy of it. He'd realised something fundamental. He wasn't owed sex. The right to mate had to be earned, and one guided orgasm was hardly enough for that. There was only one path left to his own pleasure, a release that he so desperately needed. He swallowed, “Please… can your Master mate with me?"

Dusty grinned, “I figured it would come to that. Loser like you isn't even a proper faggot. I bet you've never even taken it under the tail before!" The Pyroar shrank in his grasp, “Yeah, I knew it. Master is gonna make you an even bigger slut than your bitch before the end." The Lycanroc let him go, and he immediately stepped away, turning around and putting up his hips. It was an invitation for one thing, and Dusty gestured towards the presenting leonine creature as well, “All yours, Master. If this loser is even worth your fucking time…"

A voice came through the earpiece, “Gardevoir says that he's begging to be mated. And the face that she's making is… well, you can imagine." He huffed slightly, “Now that he's bowed, I don't think you can expect any resistance. They're noble creatures at their core, so underhanded attacks are against their nature. Then again, hurting Humans is against the nature of all Pokémon in general…"

Olin furrowed his brow, desperately trying to work out a way to spin this. And then, “Fine! Let's see if you're as worthwhile of a whore as this female! I was on the fence about keeping you around to just clean her up between uses, but let's see if you have any value as a cocksleeve yourself!" The female rolled from his grasp, watching with some interest, and Olin grabbed a vial of heat-resistant lube from his downed jeans, “Get on your back. A loser like you should be properly helpless when he's mated."

The Pyroar was quick to comply, showing off small cock barely the size of Olin's thumb. Dusty was quick to shuffle under him, giving the large feline a lap-pillow of sorts from which he could reapply the threat of his claws and also force the lesser male to look down at his meagre manhood. Olin set his alongside it. And then over it, completely eclipsing it from view. Dusty sniggered, “What you've got can't even be called a cock." Cheeks burned with humiliation. For some reason, the absolute submission of being conquered as a man made his small prick all the harder.

He expected the Human to impale him immediately, but realised that he should have known better when lube-slicked fingers instead gently circled his undertail, and then slowly slipped inside of him. His body twitched at the unfamiliar sensation, and then jolted when something was pressed, something wonderful, “That's your bitch-button. All males have them, but only faggots and losers like you jump like that when someone touches it." He curled his fingers deeper, and allowed his hand to flow in a wave motion, delighting in how the defeated male squirmed beneath him.

The female Pyroar added her own thoughts, “This Human is going to show you how a real male mates his females. And you're going to be the female. Maybe you'll learn something. Or maybe you'll break and turn into a tail-raising faggot! The Lycanroc may take it under the tail, but at least he's strong enough to be worthy of respect! An owned cock-sleeve for a Human – he knows what he's for." She huffed, “If you end up a faggot, you can stand with the females. But if you still think you're a man after you've painted your chest, maybe you're worth something after all."

She smiled her devious smile as his tiny cock bobbed with need, “Oh? Reaction like that, I'm amazed you never raised your tail for the Steelworks director. Shouldn't you have thought about repaying your Master for giving you so many females? If we ever get back there, maybe you should think about that. Spend your days eating pussy until you're worthy of fucking it again, and your nights on your back taking superior Human cock under your tail like the loser you are!"

Dusty raised an eyebrow, “Finally. A female Pokémon that's not full of shit!" He nodded in approval, strangling any further comments from the Pyroar in his grasp and letting his Master work. It wasn't long before a pathetic jet of cum, as thin as a pencil line, had marred the brown fur of his underside. And it wasn't long until another forced orgasm had a second line join it.

Two was quite enough. The lascivious female had probably been the sluttiest of the female Pokémon that Olin had yet encountered in the Guide Project, but there was a unique enticement to being the first to break a male into their submissive instinct. His cock remained slick with Pyroar femcum, and he pressed the head of it against the well lubricated undertail of his conquest. Squirming discomfort came in response, and then a gasp, a growl, and more squirming as he forced his maleness inch by inch into their core.

The heat was tremendous, more so than the pussy of the female, but a slight clench from Dusty's arms had that temperature abate enough for Olin to continue his motion, eventually hilting inside the loser male beneath him. He was forced to watch the whole thing, that monster of a cock slowly disappearing inside of him, his undertail stretched wide, and his own pathetic manhood twitching to disgorge a droplet of cum. He wasn't even sure if it was an orgasm, his own loads so worthless and the sensation of penetration so overwhelming that everything blurred together into a sensory overload.

Olin snarled out his victory, his cock throbbing deep inside the feline, their look of submissive pleasure a wonderful vision before his eyes. Burying his second thrust was almost as difficult as the first, but it was not long before he was able to build up a slow pace, and the male beneath him began to sing. There was a feminine tone to those moans, a pitch entirely unsuited to so regal a Pokémon, the sloppy sound of a large cock sinking into an abundance of lubrication stuffed under a willing tail heightening that humiliation.

Pyroar whined pathetically. The fullness brought with it a unique satisfaction, the sharp pleasure of a press against that spot of pleasure combining with it to make him melt. His gaze drifted to the female at his side. Oh, he still liked cunt. He still wanted cunt. But fuck. Being mated by a superior male was as wonderful as the Lycanroc had claimed!

An orgasm was building. More powerful than any sensation that he had ever felt before. It seemed to engage his entire body, a shiver passing through him, drawn down into his core, and from his throat, even stifled by the grip of Dusty, he unleashed a Noble Roar.

It surprised Olin how quickly he'd reached this second climax when most often it would be so much longer in the making than his first. The surrender of this male felt uniquely earned, and as the meagre cock of the leonine Pokémon erupted with its first worthy load, making a mess of the fur of their crotch and projected as far as their chin, his own great manhood pumped Human masculinity into the core of the writhing submissive. This time, he did not pull his cock free until it had softened, Olin stepping back from the loser male and surveying his handiwork.

They seemed to be scarcely conscious, out of shape and lacking the stamina of their female, but wearing a perfectly ruined expression. His eyes were misty, drool ran from his chin, and he fell to the ground heavily when Dusty released him. Olin rolled his shoulder, and pulled up his jeans, sharing another small smile of acknowledgement with the female.

He returned to character, “Useless! Only got the stamina for one mating? You're not even worth selling! And the female is far too wilful! Come on Dusty! We're outta here!" Olin gave a hearty harrumph, not bothering to withdraw his Pokémon and simply turning his back to set off back the way that he came to the sound of sarcastic slow clapping over the earpiece. He wasn't sure if it was Krieg or Gardevoir. Probably both.

It looked like the Pyroar would be going back to the Steelworks after all.

The male lay there on his back, amazed that he and his mate had been granted some clemency in the final moment. They were right. He was a loser. He'd given up on training, and come to expect everything to be handed to him. His kind Master had given him an entire harem of females, and he'd barely even bothered with them!

Well, that was going to change. As soon as he got back to the Steelworks, the first thing that he would do is bow down in apology before all of them. He'd promise that he would become a worthy male, he'd learn to fuck just as well as a Human, and he'd make sure that they were all satisfied!

And the second thing he was going to do…

Was suck his Master's cock.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User Airwall for suggesting Pyroar and this sort of scenario. I've never written any cuckolding sort of content before, and hope that my foray into the unknown landed. This chapter is very much outside of my wheelhouse - but I always say that I want to service the comments as much as possible! And, I had fun doing this one, too. Which is why it's finished so fast!

Special thanks to User TheLastFirstborn for applauding Nidoqueen. User EWEW for reminding me of the avian Pokemon (Blaziken is here, friend is absent for now). User Stuntmanjbc for their reverse psychology nudge. User Etnom1 for reviewing the baddies (hang on for more Samantha). User AdvancedCBMaster for the Dragonite temptation. User Greenhoof for dropping into the comments with some fabulous support. User NoNoNope for being awesome as usual and the lore poke. And User Airwall here as well for their clarifying comments. Also, User DeltaHopper - keep your comments coming, I look forward to them all!

This entry was supposed to be the Pyroar pair and then the not-date, but the Pyroar ended up continuing for around 9k words and I figured maybe it would be better to push the afternoon of this day into the next entry instead. I had a lot of fun expanding some on Dusty, too. His past before this point has been glossed over previously, but there is certainly stuff there to be dug up. Someone trained him to be an absolute beast in battle - and threw him away after a single loss. Thanks to your ideas on the not-date, I've now got a pretty solid idea of what I want to happen. The problem is, that I don't think I'm good enough at writing to make it work. So, I might have to scrap it and start over with a simpler scenario if it bombs. I'll do my best, though!

As always, thanks for every last read. Every vote, fave, watch, folder sub (it just broke 60 - woohoo!), and especially every comment. I credit all of the comments each entry for a reason - it's your suggestions, ideas, scenarios, and kind words that keep me writing these. I'm very grateful for every one of them - and if you've anything in mind, any favourite Pokemon, scenarios, kinks, or whatever else - I can't promise that I'll hit them all, but I read through the comments for inspiration all the time. This story is only here because of you! You chose the Pokemon, and you shaped it. So, thank you. Truly. because it's a lot of fun to write it.

So long as everything goes to plan, next up is another male Pokemon (this one doesn't count, as it was a male and a female). Time for the not-date with Gardevoir, and some shenanigans. Please look forward to it.

Have a most excellent day.