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The grounds of the Lastwall estate sprawled over several acres, a great deal of it open to the public as common thoroughfare and parkland, maintained by the scions of this relatively new noble family. A portion had been converted into farmland, some dedicated as protected Pokémon habitat, and a good amount of it simply allowed to be wild, with scattered forests, hidden gulleys, and craggy hillocks, ideal for starter trainers to make their first catch. There was always an abundance of Pokémon living here, numbers and diversity of species bolstered even further as the estate became a holding area for the Guide Project.

The immaculate bastion of order that was Lastwall mansion was their backdrop to afternoon tea, a cloth canopy providing shelter from the gentle snow drifting down from a steel sky, a snoring Typhlosion serving as a heater which warmed the air sufficiently enough for overcoats to be done away with. This raised patio provided a keen overlook of the rear of the estate, and the countryside beneath that blanket of white was a wonderful view. Olin and Krieg sat with a radio between them which had the appearance of an antique, the commentary of it demanding their attention.

“This latest leak from the Civil Service demonstrates the concern of those that have witnessed this 'Guide Project' in the flesh, and rather than attacking the leaker, I believe we should be applauding the brave individual bringing this vile assault on public morals and common decency to the attention of the people…" The voice was silken yet authoritative, distorted slightly by the age of the receiver, “The campaign headquarters of Sir Lastwall have been made into a den of debauchery and sin. His own son is at the heart of this scandal, and I believe that the entire thing has been set up as a thinly veiled excuse for him and his crony, this Olin Catley character, to engage in the abuse of Pokémon, not only government sanctioned but government paid for!"

Krieg cringed into his teacup, the speaker continuing, “It's stopping this sort of thing that my campaign to become Leader of the Opposition is based on. And next election, you mark my words – I shall be Prime Minister. A ban of these disgusting interspecies relationships is as much for the safety of the Pokémon as it is for the safety of Humans." There was a smarm to the voice, one that could only be found if you were really looking for it, “Of course, I really care very much about Pokémon welfare…"

The wispy man reached over and turned off the radio. He sighed, looking tired, “It was always going to be bad, Olin. Even if the inspection went perfectly. Don't think it was your fault at all. I'm just sorry that your name ended up on the airwaves." Krieg put his hands together, “We can't touch Bent, but my father has a lawyer chasing the newspaper that first published your identity. They work quickly, and you can expect quite the payout – not that it repairs any of the damage…"

Olin only shrugged, “It's fine. What does it matter if people know my name anyway?" Krieg opened his mouth to respond with quite the list of ways that it really did matter, but the large man repeated, “It's fine. Really." He rolled his shoulders back, adjusting his posture on the small chair, “I'm more worried about Gardevoir. After all of the build-up, I figure you've got something pretty heavy to say, yeah?"

He removed his rose-tinted aviators and set them down, “That is if you're quite sure that you want to hear it. I was rather surprised that Gardevoir gave this permission when she's been so adamant before now. As far as I know, she doesn't even know the entire story herself."

Receiving a nod, Krieg elucidated, “Gardevoir was in a relationship with her trainer. She trusted him completely, and thought of herself as his mate. Yet when presented with sufficient price, he would hand her over to a rather unscrupulous organisation with a smile on his face." He exhaled, and leaned into some of her own rhetoric, “She has not forgiven humanity for this betrayal."

“What an absolute piece of Salamence excrement." Olin repeated the words of Gideon.

“Indeed. And it would be bad enough if that were as far as the story went." He took a slow breath, “I must trust in your discretion here, Olin. I wish for you to swear an oath to me that you will keep the rest of this secret. Can you do that for me?"

“Sure?" The wispy man narrowed his eyes, “I mean – I, Olin, swear I'll never tell anyone. Did I do it right?"

A small huff came in turn, and the shadow of a smile which was dispelled with the continuation of this tale, “There is a certain crime syndicate operating out of Mystic City, you might have heard a little of one of their factions on the news – selling fake trainer licenses is the tip of a very large and very unpleasant iceberg. They acquired Gardevoir and brought her to Wesson Town. It had to be somewhere that she had never been so that she could not simply ask the Psychic Network for help. It takes quite some time for a Psychic Type to attune to it, after all."

“Gardevoir is a Pokémon species with a unique power, different to any Move. Some would offhandedly call it a black hole, but that's quite the overstatement. Think of it as a great void that crushes all that it comes into contact with." His fingers tapped against the table before him, thrumming up a tempo, “The syndicate hoped to create such a distortion. Gardevoir was used as an experimental subject in this – their hope was that by exerting certain pressures they could encourage her to manifest such a power, projected over a large area at the heart of Wesson Town."

“How is that even possible? Why would anyone do such a fucked up thing!?" A pair of questions both at once, met with a weary look from Krieg who answered slowly…

“Their chosen method was to lock Gardevoir inside the coffin of a particularly sadistic Cofagrigus, a torture designed to push her to manifesting her void." Olin's nose twitched in response, “Considering how far back the agents of the syndicate had withdrawn, I could only call it the deployment of a weaponised Pokémon."

The thrumming accelerated, “As for why this was attempted in the first place... That can only be speculated upon, and I have done quite the amount of it. It is my belief that it was an intent to change the discourse of our nation. Such a tragedy would be the first of its kind. A mass killing of Humans by a Pokémon." Another slow exhalation, “The government would be forced to respond, and the relationship between Humans and Pokémon reevaluated. Perhaps forever changed."

A smarter man would have dug deeper into who benefitted from this, the politics, probing the conspiracy theories of Krieg to their end state, but Olin had a more important concern, “What happened to Gardevoir in the end?"

“The syndicate underestimated Gardevoir. She was able to attune to the Psychic Network more quickly than they anticipated and called for help. A certain Dragon-Psychic Type brought this to Gideon, and the two of us rescued her from Cofagrigus. We then destroyed all related materials. It would be better for those syndicate pawns, and even their Wesson Town Leader to not be caught, than even the concept of weaponised Pokémon being made public knowledge. I used my Civil Service credentials to destroy records, and Gideon's dragons melted all of the physical evidence. I then resigned my post and joined my father's political team."

He ceased his tapping at last, “There's the full tragic backstory – I think that's what she would call it. A little abridged, but I've the feeling that you can only handle so much exposition at once. This all came to pass last winter. I've been looking after Gardevoir since." Krieg looked his friend in the eye, “And she's never once opened up to me, nor reacted so emotively as she has with you. There's a reason you're the one mating with the Pokémon and I'm the one writing the notes. Well, aside from me not exactly being what could be called a 'dominant male'. I chose you because I thought that someone like you could get through to her." And then quite sternly, “What are you going to do with this knowledge?"

“I… don't know." It was a whole lot to be dumped on him all at once. He could care less about this shadowy crime syndicate, that sounded more like a thing for the likes of Gideon to worry about, his thoughts were entirely fixated on Gardevoir. Olin pondered, “I want to help her." And then a conflicted shadow of a smile as he remembered her latest assault on him, “But I think she'd say I was thinking of her as a victim if I just gave her a hug and said it was all going to be okay. I feel that sort of thing would be more for my benefit than hers."

The large man shook his head, searching for a conclusion, “I feel bad for her, but I think she'd be pissed off if I pitied her. She's real strong to have some through the other side of all that. And she's more than this bad thing that happened to her." Passion stirred in his chest, “I'm going to keep doing my best with the Guide Project, and be a good Master to Vee and Dusty. I want to prove to her that she can trust me. And if she can trust me, then she can go out and find herself a new Master! One that she really likes!"

The wispy man responded with an incredulous look, “I think that it's quite obvious that she li-…" He sighed, understanding precisely how hopeless his friend could be at times, “Excuse me. What I mean to say is thank you. Thank you for hearing her story. Thank you for being her friend. Mine, too."

While Krieg poured more tea and the two men allowed their discussion to meander to less serious topics, Vee and Dusty had embarked upon a small adventure of their own. Released by Olin onto the grounds of the Lastwall estate, the pair had gathered together quite the collection of Pokémon eager to hear their stories. The Lycanroc thumped his chest heartily, a tartan scarf peeking from the mane of fur, “And then, Master said he was going to fuck everything that makes me a man out of my inferior cock and onto the floor! And he leaned over my back, and rammed a big Human dick under my tail, and did exactly that!"

Dusty basked in the attention, arrogantly strutting before these masterless Pokémon as he continued to brag, “He called me a faggot, and made me feel like he owned me completely. When he's mating me, I'm nothing but a Human-owned cocksleeve, and Master fucks me even harder when I moan and whimper the way he likes! Sex with a Human is just the best! He can't understand what I'm saying, but it's like he completely understands me as a Pokémon, you know!?"

Vee scoffed, her large ears twitching to shake away accumulated snow. Olin had dressed her in a small jacket suitable for her quadrupedal form and it did much to keep her warm, “Master is not some sort of savage! He's kind and gentle! He only mates you like that because you're such an unrepentant slut! You have no class! That's why you're just a sex-toy for him, but he genuinely loves me!"

The Lycanroc crossed his arms, his eyes glowing. He scoffed, “Piss off, you useless feline! You're just jealous because I mated with him first! He loves me, too! He said it when I wrapped my arms and legs around him and rode his superior Human cock to a quivering bitchgasm in his lap! He cuddled me and said such nice things into my ear!"

Her face scrunched up, “You're so vulgar." Their audience watched the exchange taking place with some level of amusement, the two Pokémon facing off, “A Human can only have six Pokémon mates, and your spot is completely wasted! I can't believe that I have to share my precious Master with this homewrecker! You're the worst!"

The canine Pokémon laughed, “I'm also the strongest! I'm a battling Pokémon! What made you evolve? Love? Lame! I evolved because I kicked ass, day in, day out! You're just a pet – and I'm actually fucking useful!"

Her eyes narrowed into cruelty, passions flaring, “If you were more useful, then your last Master wouldn't have thrown you away!“

A large blue mass appeared in front of her, blocking Dusty entirely from view. And a good thing it did, for the Nidoqueen was forced to take a step back from the force of the Stone Edge that had been launched at Vee. Immediate regret washed over the Espeon. She may have her issues with Dusty, but that line was a step too far, “I'm – I'm sorry!"

Nidoqueen moved back to look down at this pair of unruly young Pokémon, Dusty still vibrating with fury. The Lycanroc scowled as Vee returned to view, “Sorry? For what? Words? Do you think you're a Human? Of course, we're gonna fight – we're fucking rivals!" His snarl became an impish grin, “I'm going to take your Master away from you and have him all for myself. Share with five others? Share with even one? Fuck off." He gestured at their small crowd, “You hear that!? Master is all mine! Form a line and mate with him all you want – see what you're missing out on – but don't for a second think he could be yours! If any of you get in my way, I'll take you out! Come at me! I don't care what your Type is! I'll bury you with my Rock Tomb!"

With no takers to his challenge and a rather stern look coming down from the silent Nidoqueen, Dusty eventually shook his head and turned his back, sauntering off towards the mansion. It was natural for Pokémon to fight. In the wilds, and even inside the teams of trainers, battle was the means of settling disagreements for which they were designed. The declaration of war launched by the Lycanroc had been received without so much as a blink from the Pokémon watching them. If anything, Vee felt like the odd one out for her attempt at an apology after that provocation.

The way that Pokémon thought was fundamentally different to the way that Humans approached things, and it was at this moment that Vee realised that she might have spent a little bit too much time consuming Human media while Olin was at work, and not enough amongst her own kind. Despite her dislike of the Lycanroc, she really did hope that they could one day find some common ground as the mates of their beloved Master. Dusty had been abandoned once before. Could she really blame him for being so desperate now that he'd found a new Human to bind himself to? No wonder Gardevoir had called her conceited…

The Espeon returned to answering the questions of the assembled Pokémon, and after receiving some thanks from her, Nidoqueen cast her gaze after the retreating Dusty and started out in his wake. The scales of her midriff were lightly scuffed from his Stone Edge attack, but it was hardly damage enough for her to feel through them. Today was her turn to be with the Human, and between the glowing reviews of Arcanine and Scolipede, the keen assessment of Macher, and now these two Pokémon fighting for Olin's affections, she'd come to be quite curious about what she was in for.

It was a common misconception from an old, misprinted Pokémon journal that Nidoqueen could not bear eggs, for she had certainly carried her fair share. To be born with perfect Individual Values cursed an owned Pokémon to a life of battling or breeding, and without much talent for fights she'd ended up as the latter. Nidoqueen found the warring Vee and Dusty to be rather charming, some matronly instinct having her follow in the wake of the young male to ensure that he was alright. And he certainly seemed to be. The canine creature immediately clambering into the lap of his Master when he reached the patio and scowling at Krieg the same way that he scowled at just about everyone except Olin.

He scowled at her as well when she approached, making sure not to awaken the sleeping Typhlosion with her heavy footsteps. In contrast, the large Human smiled broadly, “Hello, Nidoqueen! Uh – sorry I can't get to my feet right now." He glanced down at Dusty who looked victorious, “I'm Olin. We're going to be mating today, if that's okay with you."

She nodded slowly, and Krieg spoke on her behalf, “Nidoqueen is a prized Pokémon of the Wesson Breeding Association – or was, rather. There are only so many eggs that it's safe for one female to produce without the gene pool being somewhat overwhelmed, so her time there is at an end. We've got her here at Lastwall mansion until someone adopts her…"

Another Pokémon that he'd always thought was bigger before meeting one in the flesh, Nidoqueen was only a head taller than Dusty. Her sky-blue scales were perfect armour, softer cream at the chest, throat, and underside. There was a lethality to her form, potent and lined with spikes, but a kindness in her eyes that Olin could certainly appreciate. Krieg continued, “She's never been able to choose her breeding partners. Always Pokémon with the right IVs and Moves rather than decent males or prospective mates. According to Gardevoir, she's looking for something more intimate, more gentle – and a Human is comparatively quite a lot softer than a Nidoking."

“Such finesse can hardly be expected of this brute!" A familiar psychic voice washed over them, the psychic fairy herself approaching the table and placing a half-drained can of potent energy drink between the two cups of tea. She took a breath, seeming to steel herself, and then focused on Olin, her expression conflicted, “So, you know about me, then." A slight huff, “Ridiculous. It really does change nothing for you, doesn't it?"

Olin greeted her with a nod of his head, “Not a thing. I can't change anything that happened to you. I ain't really smart enough to get the big picture. And I figure it'd just make you angry if I started treating you differently. You're my friend, after all." He squeezed Dusty in his lap, “I'm gonna keep doing my best with the Guide Project. I'll show you how good Humans can be – then one day you can choose a Master that you really like!"

Her face scrunched up. A friend? This man was a true simpleton. But her frustrations were not directed towards Olin. She'd expected this sort of reaction out of him after all. Her annoyance was levelled at her own person – for she was conscious of how her heart twisted when he spoke of her pursuing another Master. Why was he not striving to be that Master? Wasn't she good enough? Didn't he want her? Why not?

Gardevoir's scowl deepened. Why was she thinking this? It wasn't like she wanted him to pursue her. If he'd declared that he hoped to be her Master one day then she would reject him anyway! No Human was worthy of trust. They were all monsters. Open your heart to them and they'll trample all over it.

A dark thought crept in along with her usual façade of hate. Why would a purehearted man like Olin want a jaded, broken, used up husk of a woman like her anyway?

She snarled, trampling that intrusive piece of self-loathing, and returned her attentions to the present. Purehearted? No, he was just an idiot. An idiot that she would put in his place! Gardevoir folded her arms, “I would bet a whole fridge of energy drinks that you can't satisfy Nidoqueen without being crude and savage! Soft and comfortable mating? Intimacy? With a barbarian like you? You were even forceful with Vee before the end!"

“Only because that was what she wanted…" Nidoqueen was watching him curiously, seeming to be rather entertained by this exchange, and in that brief moment of locked eyes, an idea came to Olin's mind, “Nidoqueen, do you mind us having a wager on this? I don't want to cheapen your turn or anything. This is about you, and I want it to be good for you more than anything else. Especially when you want some love..." A smile of affirmation came in return, “Thank you. Okay, Gardevoir. I'll take that bet. But I don't want your energy drinks!"

She scoffed, “Then what do you want? When I am proven right that you are incapable of being gentle, I shall have you bring me one of those fancy coffees every day for a month! I know that you have memorised my order by now!"

“Well… yeah. Because I bring you coffee all the time anyway." He blinked, taking the wager seriously, “Oh. I'd have to come to visit you at the mansion every day we're not working. It'd be nice to see more of you outside of work to be honest." Olin smiled, “That's a good idea, actually! If I win, will you come to watch this Sunday's challenges at the Wesson Town Gym with me?"

“Yes!"

She blinked, “Ahem! My time is very valuable, but I suppose I could permit you to waste a day of it. Not that my loss is even a possibility!" Gardevoir grabbed her drink, downing a few hearty gulps and continuing the psychic conversation at the same time, “Do not imagine that this is a date or anything! That ridiculous ritual is reserved for Humans!"

Olin nodded his head, “I know you're not interested in me like that. No worries."

A wave of disappointment washed over her, and a conflicted sensation twisted her heart as she recognised that feeling for what it was. Gardevoir howled, her voice not a psychic one but a true outcry of sheer frustration into the top of her can, followed up in their heads, “You are a ridiculous man! Why would you want to spend more time with someone who despises you!?" Even Nidoqueen looked doubtful of that outburst, and she was forced to double down, “I know that you're lusting after me! You imagined me wearing a lacy collar that one time! Do not imagine that I am so easily seduced! I am not interested in you at all! Not one bit!"

Krieg saved her from any further humiliation by clearing his throat and moving them along, “If the two of you are quite finished, there is work to be done this afternoon. Gardevoir – I put the injector with the countermeasure for Nidoqueen venom in your energy drink fridge. Can you grab it for us and meet us in the second guest bedroom? As for you two, follow me…"

The psychic fairy stormed off. Or rather, floated. With Dusty left behind warming his paws over the sleeping Typhlosion, Olin and Nidoqueen were led through an orderly interior of dark wood and brass, sweeping crimson drapes and carefully positioned antiques. The mansion was perfectly orderly, carrying with it the same sort of Edwardian décor (as it might be called in another world) as the campaign office. The guest room as well was a lavish sprawl of neatly positioned furnishings, classy paintings, and a fourposter bed of the sort that Olin had only ever seen in fairy tales.

Nidoqueen looked from side to side. What a strange Human nest. Were all of their burrows like this?

Olin was the first male that she had ever chosen for herself and not been presented with by a collection of white-suited Breeders, and she was rather pleased that he was so highly sought after that his own Pokémon were competing for his affections – and even Gardevoir was attempting to court him! If that could be called courtship? Human rituals were very confusing. Though, Nidoqueen hardly had much experience with Pokémon courtship either. There were a great many eggs in her wake, but not a single relationship.

Her life had always been about breeding, a glut of Rare Candy and a Moon Stone rapidly evolving the creature into her final form at the moment she had reached an age suitable for bearing eggs. As a Nidoqueen she was better suited for larger and rougher partners, and there had been no shortage of those. Over time, the pleasure of sex had faded into a dull monotony, the exotic males blurred together, and even the eroticism of passing their eggs was now a chore. 'Their eggs', because they had never felt like hers – each one taken the moment that it was laid and destined for some elite Trainer.

Maybe that was why she had found Vee and Dusty so endearing. A pair of young Pokémon which some long denied instinct inside of her demanded that she take a maternal interest in. There was something behind the aggression of the Lycanroc beyond the nature of his species. The Espeon had looked so conflicted when compared to a Human. She wanted to give them both a hearty cuddle, put them on the gaps between the spines on her back, and take them back to their burrow where they could feel safe!

Well, since she couldn't exactly offer the two Pokémon a cuddle right now, someone else would have to do…

She spread her arms wide just as Gardevoir returned, a fresh can of energy drink in one hand, and a rather intimidating looking syringe in the other. Her psychic voice washed over them, “She wants to embrace you. I suppose I'd better say it since you're too dim to figure out any signals that a Pokémon sends you on your own!" That one earned a smirk from Krieg who had taken a seat to the side of the room, but she glared him into submission, “Let her soothe you, I guess…"

That brightened up Olin considerably, and the man dropped to his knees to equalise their height, still with some advantage over her even then. The wispy man interjected quickly, “Mind the spines! We don't want another Scolipede incident – the head horn is fine, it's just the tips of the larger back spikes to watch out for…" Well, that seemed easy enough. The armour of her back was thick plate, and each spike so egregiously large that it would be rather difficult for him to impale himself on them without some intent being involved.

Though, he'd gotten cocky with Luxray as well, and now had a star shaped brand on his ass-cheek to show for that. Nidoqueen stepped forward and grabbed hold of him, her grip empowered by a strength which Olin was entirely powerless against. Rather than the embrace of lovers, she dragged his head downwards with a three-clawed palm, cradling him in a motherly cuddle against the softer cream scales of her neck and chest.

And there was a chest here. Protruding a little like breasts, yet lacking any peaks, Olin remembered an offhanded piece of trivia that these were where Nidoqueen stored her venom to not only empower her spikes, but also provide the material components of Moves like Toxic and Sludge Wave. That said, the presence of something with parity to breasts at all triggered his male instinct, and he pressed his face against them to enjoy a much softer and yielding sensation than expected. More like leather than scale, and a voice in his head, “Of course. The simpleton enjoys breasts. Whoever could have imagined?" Gardevoir scoffed, her hands instinctively transferred to her own chest, feeling through the psychic interference which concealed a very human-like anatomy from view.

A good thing that nobody noticed.

Nidoqueen found herself to be smiling quite broadly, her eyes closed as she snuggled against this soft creature in her arms. He'd embraced her as well, and sought out the softness of her chest to lay his head. There was something to wonderfully fulfilling about it, and she slowly ran her claws through his hair, stroking with the utmost affection and care. Her first chosen male was so very warm. Would he mind if she held on for him a little while longer? She looked up to the psychic fairy just as Gardevoir's arms fell back down and received a nod of affirmation as her intent was read. Well, Olin wasn't complaining. And so their cuddle continued for several minutes.

Olin was left to contemplate Pokémon breasts, his mind cast back to a discussion he'd had with Krieg earlier in the day when a bouncing Lopunny had bypassed their table with fur cut short enough to show off those assets. There were some Pokémon within the Human-Like Egg Group whose anatomy was similar enough to have such things, despite the complete lack of use when it came to rearing their young. The wispy man had explained that the prevailing theory was that such things were there to entice Human Masters – and that some Pokémon, like that Lopunny, made sure to display them as an explicit indication that they wanted to be owned by a Human male.

It wasn't quite the same with Nidoqueen, but he certainly appreciated their chest all the same, venom sacs or not! When finally released, he was quick to discard his shirt, enjoying the unique texture of scales against his skin, some hard and rough, some smooth and yielding. The clingy affection of this Pokémon was rather comfortable after a series of mates – including even his own precious Vee – that demanded such forceful domination of him.

Still, he was the dominant male, and it was his place as a Human to take the initiative. Her muzzle was very broad, lacking the attributes necessary to engage in a kiss, so he instead set his lips to her throat, her jaw, her cheek, until he found a large ear and engaged it with the smallest bite. Nidoqueen squeaked into his shoulder adorably in response to that, and her whole body shook as he exhaled softly into the brown inner.

Olin's hands roamed her body, and she held to him more loosely now to allow him the freedom to explore her. There were clear delineations between the hard blue scale and soft cream, the armour plate of her back a segmented aegis from which those lethal spikes grew – long enough for young Pokémon to nestle between them without threat of being poisoned themselves. Her abdomen was banded with that same leather-like toughness, yet it was so comparatively soft that to Olin it took on the sensation of being rather snug indeed.

With one arm holding her in that loose embrace, his free hand wondered further downwards, finding the wetness that he expected between her broad thighs, the flick of her tail behind her having the base of it pulse against his palm. Another small squeak into his shoulder, and he nibbled her ear again to encourage another. His bet with Gardevoir was quite forgotten, Olin simply responding to the affectionate Pokémon as his own instincts dictated, dominance tempered by kindness. He didn't want to throw this Nidoqueen down and ravage her – he wanted her surrender to be a sweet one.

Of course, there would still be a surrender. His Human instinct demanded that he make this creature submissive to him, affirm his own place as Master, and by the end look down upon a well-fucked and satisfied Pokémon with a reptilian vent leaking his cum.

Another squeak. It was a noise that Nidoqueen had never made before, and it surprised her greatly to find herself emitting such an embarrassing sound at nothing more than the tender ministrations of this Human. Maybe it was because she had chosen him this time, rather than have him chosen for her? Perhaps it was the warmth of his body against her scales and the gentleness of his touch? She couldn't quite put her claw on it. All she knew was that a flame of arousal which had long ago dimmed to embers now burned anew, the wetness of her slit and the instinctive grind of her hips against his palm evidence enough of that!

Olin shifted his grasp, holding her tightly about the middle and at her thigh as well, he heaved himself to his feet and brough her weight with him. She was around two thirds of his mass, and his muscular body dealt with her effortlessly, a few forward steps and a gentle rock forwards lowering her to the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. Her spikes impaled it immediately, sinking deep and pinning her there, a surprising immobilisation which brought further comfort in the level of control that Olin had over her.

So, this is what those other Pokémon had meant when they talked about submission to a Human. She found herself wanting to do nothing but cling to him, her legs falling spread beneath the man, her arms pressing his face into her chest. No Nidoking could inspire this in her, that was for sure! She'd received so many matings, passed so many eggs, but here and now felt virginal again, eyes misty and the scales of her face darkened in a blush.

Blind to his actions, yet unwilling to deny Nidoqueen her embrace, Olin spread her reptilian femininity between his index and ring fingers, the middle free to caress the softer flesh exposed by the drawing back of scales which would ordinarily completely seal her genitalia from view. Not tremendously tight. Pokémon cocks may be rather small, but Pokémon eggs were not, and she had delivered quite a lot of those. Yet, she immediately squeezed down on his finger to make evident her powerful inner muscles, her embrace tightening as well as Nidoqueen advertised herself as a receptive female.

Warm and wet, the configuration of her inhuman pussy was made all the more exotic when all that he could see was her ear. There was no obvious clit, and no protruding labia, yet a broad section of the top of her insides seemed to serve as an equivalent spot of pleasure. His finger curled upwards, and by measuring the shiver of her body and that adorable squeak, he found that he'd around two inches of her inner walls that were so sensitive against the tip of his digit that he was quite sure that a single press more would bring the Nidoqueen to orgasm already.

“For a Pokémon so easy to make cum, you must have been really bored of sex to not be collapsing into a satisfied puddle under those breeding males…" She shook her head, and the meaning landed, “Oh, it wasn't the pleasure. I'm sorry. Intimacy is what you like, isn't it…" Yes, now he understood. Nidoqueen squeezed his shoulders, the arm about her body returning the embrace, and the finger inside her reptilian cunt pressing down that spot of pleasure that he had found and stroking upwards.

The squeak into his shoulder became a screech, yet Nidoqueen held enough control over herself to not crush him against her, arms and legs instead spread wide as she abandoned herself to him and came hard enough to squirt her liquid surrender all over his jeans. Well, that was an excuse to remove them at least, and after a quick squeeze, he withdrew to do so.

That had never happened before. Nidoqueen covered her face with her hands, quite humiliated, her arousal built up to an extreme and compelled from her body in a stream of femcum. She looked between her claws to find that rather than annoyed, the Human seemed to be rather proud. Gardevoir elucidated with a sigh, “Human males take pride in making females do that for some reason…"

Olin was now gifted quite the view, the cream scales of Nidoqueen's underside ceasing at the indentation of her tailbase, her crotch and thighs a mess of Poison-Ground Type femcum. Her cunt was again concealed from view by the press of her scales, and he marvelled at how invisible Pokémon seemed to be able to make their reproductive equipment as he brought his hand to his mouth and tasted her juices. Along with the slight tang that he'd come to associate with Poison Types after Scolipede, there was a dullness to her flavour, something slightly muted. Like a mouthful of the milky-pale waters of a mountain hotspring, earthy and with the mildest saltiness.

He'd get the chance now to ponder it all the more deeply. With Nidoqueen's body exposed to him, he fell to his knees to bring her crotch to eye level over the edge of the bed, his first finger and thumb of each hand set to her thighs, drawing apart the press of scales to reveal a surprising colour. Her pussy was the same shade of brown as the inside of her ears, and not the soft pink that he expected. Relatively featureless, yet dripping with arousal, her pussy enticed him with the Poison Type tang hidden beneath the muted musk of want.

“Mind the spikes on her tail as well…" Krieg warned, but only the mildest attention was made as the man passed an experimental lick over the entire length of her opening, delighting in not only the quiver of her flesh, but also the twitch of the indentation of her undertail. A breeding Pokémon had probably never been fucked there before. Perhaps that would be an enjoyable experience for her? He licked his lips clean of moisture. It would be for him, of that much he was sure. A piece of this squirming creature that he could claim as his own forever.

“Another vulgar thought." Gardevoir drifted into his mind, “Which is why I shall win our wager when you resort to such savagery." As if to torment the psychic fairy, Olin allowed his next lick to drape lower, including that slightly puckered undertail in the long drag of his tongue. Another twitch. Another squeak. Nidoqueen had seized a pillow to cover her face with and squeezed it desperately. Arceus' cock. You couldn't look up and see that and not want to make that Pokémon cream herself until she tore the fabric to shreds!

This was his fourth distinctly inhuman cunt, and Olin had always enjoyed eating pussy even when his diet was exclusively his own race. He took pride in his technique with tongue and fingers – any barbarian with a big cock and a decent amount of sexual stamina can fuck a submissive to orgasm, but this demanded some finesse! However much Gardevoir may say that he lacked such a thing! He brought his lips to that spread reptilian cunt, the movement of them a new texture against the presented walls, his tongue brought to bear with a renewed pressure.

He pressed down his hands a little more severely against the scales of her crotch and thighs, the drag severe enough to not only bare more of the inside of her cunt, but also to open her undertail along with it. Nidoqueen whimpered into the pillow. She'd never enjoyed such foreplay before, receiving at best a few drags of a tongue over an unaroused pussy before being pushed to her back for a ravenous male. One or two had been foolish enough to drape themselves over her other side, finding themselves victims of her spines if they got there before the breeding staff could stop them!

To be the subject of such careful and dedicated affection was enough to have her squeak once again. Now she remembered the sound. She'd not squeaked like this since she was a young Nidoran tentatively exploring her own pussy with her tongue and fantasising about a future of breeding which ultimately failed to match up to those expectations. Perhaps there were good Pokémon males out there – some worthy Nidoking that would sweep her off her feet. But right now, the only fantasy in her head was the one sold by Dusty earlier in the day. How fulfilling it was to be a Human-owned cocksheath, a slut for the pleasures of a Master that owned you completely.

It was a fantasy strong enough to compel a second climax of her, another peak overwhelming her body despite the ferocity and proximity of the first, her claws sinking deeply into the pillow she muffled her squealing with. Volume. She'd never been pushed to cum so loudly before, even under her own ministrations!

Olin continued to enjoy the foreplay, wondering offhandedly if his preference for this part of sex made him something of an oddity as a male. There was something so empowering about having a pussy twitch and squirt onto your tongue, and he'd come to find that when it was the needy cunt of an amorous Pokémon, the feeling was enhanced tenfold. He'd ended up as quite the poképhile afterall – returning to Humans after this seemed ludicrous. Though, with a submissive Lycanroc male to fuck into ruinous bitchgasms, and a demanding Espeon determined to master her own oral technique on a Human cock that she could scarcely manage a third of, Olin had that feeling of dominance affirmed every day now.

And it didn't diminish the satisfaction that he earned with the Guide Project Pokémon one bit. Each lover was their own flavour to enjoy, and Nidoqueen was wonderfully endearing. His burgeoning affection for her invigorated him, and Olin nuzzled into her crotch to ply the flickering of his tongue into the regions of her exposed sex which had stirred those twitches and squeaks most strongly.

He didn't let up for a long time, marvelling at the chain of climaxes of which Pokémon were capable of, and draining the stamina of Nidoqueen with every quivering orgasm. The pillow was gone. Torn to shreds just as he'd hoped. Her scaled cheeks were streaked with tears, her eyes misty, and as he looked up she spread her arms again, demanding another embrace of him. Olin rose, pulling himself to his feet and making sure that she got a good view of his cock as he did so.

A grand size for even a large man, and a mass against which no Pokémon could compare. The sight of his vulgar maleness had her swoon, and the press of it against her midriff as she came to embrace him once again had her short legs wrap around him needily. He was huge! That cock was supposed to fit inside of her!? It would be like passing an egg! Well, maybe not quite that much – but still!

Her body shook as she held on to him, and Gardevoir chose to be helpful, “She's anxious. Reassure her, you barbarian!" He didn't need the prompt for that. And it was the second time that the psychic fairy had interjected for the sake of preserving intimacy. Well, this was more important than their bet, he supposed. A smarter and more insightful man would have been more suspicious of her undermining of herself.

Olin cuddled the Nidoqueen, finding her body remarkably comfortable. Between the spines impaling the mattress beneath her, his own weight above, and the press of his arms, he found that he had complete control of the Pokémon, and her own submissive instinct had her yield to that entirely, her rapid heartrate slowing as she held onto him. Fulfilment arrived for her not only in her own submission, but the feeling that she was comforting to the Human, some matronly attribute that she had never been able to indulge in here appreciated by him as he let her pull him into her body.

Maybe she would have to fight the Lycanroc after all.

The roundedness of her belly was not quite as egregious as the protrusion of a Goodra, and there was enough give in her scales to make face to face mating possible inside this embrace. The concealing press of her scales was set against the side of his shaft, and Olin gently ground against the slick of her femcum, “I've got you." He crooned into her ear, “All that you need to do is hold on to me." Olin smiled, “I like that you're so affectionate, Nidoqueen. I've never mated with someone so loving as you before."

There was a rawness to that emotion when shared with Vee, an indulgence in years of lost time. In Dusty there almost seemed to be a desperation to their shared pleasure. Both relationships were still forming, and far from the comfortable warmness of steady love. But here, the soft embrace of such a tough Pokémon felt like a taste of what lay on the other side. Olin looked down to see her dreamy gaze back up at him, full of want, so gentle and kind. Fuck. He was a barbarian after all. All that he wanted was to fuck her until that matronly look became one of ruined pleasure. He wanted to see her eyes roll back, her voice break mid-screech, drool mess her chin and her body collapse beneath him.

He lined up his cock, the pleasure of warm and wet against the head of it, and resisting the urge to forcibly impale that silken pleasure, he pushed slowly inside her at a steady pace, the Nidoqueen whimpering into his neck as she seized him all the more tightly.

Nidoqueen's mind went white, the pressure against the most sensitive parts of her reptilian cunt an overwhelming pleasure coupled with the bone-deep satisfaction of fullness that only a superior Human cock could give. Affection, intimacy, and love, had stoked her arousal, but ultimately it was pleasure which had her surrender, her insides grasping at that cock in an undulating ripple as she clamped down and came hard with only two thirds of it inside of her.

Not even a complete penetration and she had already cum? Paradoxically, this breeding Pokémon, so used to a myriad of cocks and a procession of eggs, seemed to be the most sensitive that he had mated with yet! A fantasy manifested behind his eyes. How far could that be pushed? What would happen if he slipped a vibrating toy against the most sensitive reaches of her cunt and fucked her undertail hard in the interim? Even after so many climaxes, her stamina refused to fail – what would it take to bring her to her knees, a Human-owned cocksheath addicted to the dick that owns her?

Maybe it would be nice to just cuddle with her, too.

Olin took advantage of the writhing pleasure of her orgasm to fully hilt his maleness, gasping out his own rapture as that powerful body massaged his cock in a crushing vice. His orbs rested atop the pucker of her undertail, already wet with a wash of her femcum. She was not quite as prolific as Goodra, but for a half Ground Type, Nidoqueen was plentiful in her own lubrications. Perhaps it was necessary to mitigate the rough bodies of other Ground Type males?

“Not too hard, Olin." Krieg warned, “I'm less worried about the spikes now, and more that she might hug you a little bit too tightly…" But Nidoqueen shook her head. She was not going to let go. And she was not going to hurt her mate, either! She swallowed. Mate? Well… what was wrong with that? This Human could use a Pokémon wife to take care of those two younger troublemakers, couldn't he? Both of them had bragged about how well he was looking after their needs, but who was taking care of him? She could. She would!

Gardevoir cringed and crumpled her energy drink can, reading those parallel fantasies aligning as Olin slowly began to set a languid pace to their mating. A thought was lodged in her mind, an old custom of her Pokémon kin. Six Pokémon mates for a Human and not one more. What would happen if Olin filled every one of those slots? She tossed the empty can into a small bin, missing entirely and needing to use telekinesis to place it properly. What the hell did she care anyway!? This Human can disappoint as many Pokémon as he wants! It wasn't like it had anything to do with her!

Nidoqueen bucked her hips upwards, the ferocity of their embrace demanding a gentle grinding to their belly-to-belly fuck. It was a lazy position, but so intimate, a blunting of Olin's instinct to drown this Pokémon in thunderous pleasure. Her moans were a feminine gasp, found at the apex of each thrust, the burying of his cock rewarded with a grateful squeeze of her inner walls. She wanted his cum deep inside her, more desperately than she had ever hoped for a male of her Egg Group to impregnate her. Even if it was futile, her body demanded it, the planting of his essence at her core the only sort of ownership that she understood.

Another squeak into his neck. Yes. That is what she was for. Nidoqueen gave him the sweet surrender he was seeking, opening herself now to be truly ravaged. She'd take care of his younger mates. Cuddle and offer him the most gentle affirmation. And drain his balls deep into her needy cunt as a Human-owned cocksleeve.This was nothing like the boring sex of the breeding farm! Pleasure had overtaken her, and the intimacy of this man seduced her into a lustful state which she had never before known. Something inside her snapped, something that she had never even noticed was pulled so taut for so long.

Her moans gained a lascivious edge to them, and her misty eyed and loving expression melted into desire. She was a Pokémon and it was her place to submit. She wanted to be owned, to spread her legs and move aside her tail for a big cocked dominant male. It was the right of a Master to claim her. Her Master could fuck her as hard as he wanted. Her Master should fuck her as hard as he wanted! Every breeding had been so robotic, so vanilla. What pleasures could a Human grant her?

Another upwards bucking of her hips, and a loosening of her grasp enough to grant this man enough freedom to leverage the enormity of his cock with full force. Her cunt sounded out a lewd shlicking, a mess of femcum connecting his orbs to her undertail each time that he drew away, each thrust a clapping of skin, scale, and fluids. She spoke in a language that only the other Pokémon in the room could understand, “Yes! Yes! Use me! Fuck me, Master! I want you to- I want to be- I'm – I'll be your obedient cumdump! Use me however you want!"

The psychic fairy swallowed, watching the matronly Pokémon surrender to pleasure entirely, “I can't – I'm cumming again!" She squeaked into his neck, Olin adjusting himself to lean over her, a hand pressed into the mattress at either side of her head. She seized his wrists and held on, “I just want to take care of you! Please! Please cum inside me! I need it! I need to feel it!"

She cried out fiercely as a series of deep thrusts were crowned with a snarl from the Human above her, a leonine growl torn from his throat as he put the head of his cock against the deep entrance of her womb and his essence pressed beyond that innermost muscle to flood her depths with thick and vulgar ropes of his potent cum. Nidoqueen's claws curled, and she was only just mindful enough to avoid injuring Olin as the most potent orgasm of her life wracked her body. Her cunt quivered against his impaling cock, milking him for the entirety of his load as he embraced his conquest.

Gardevoir scowled. Just how potent was this Pokémon instinct to submit to Humans? The demure and matronly Nidoqueen, so obsessed with love and intimacy, had broken so easily and now writhed like a whore, her mind filled with the fantasies of a true slut and dreams of living as a Human-owned cocksleeve, addicted to the male that could fuck her into such ruinous pleasure. A lewd request drifted into her mind, and her look of disgust only deepened as she relayed it, “How depraved. She wants you to fuck her under the tail."

Context was demanded, and while it pained her to deliver it, Gardevoir did so all the same, “Nidoqueen says that it will prove that you own her." She scoffed, “Since you've no space for a third Pokémon in that tiny apartment, I suppose that you're not interested in-“ Her psychic voice got no further than that before Olin had unsheathed his cock from her creamed reptilian cunt and now began to force the cumslicked length into the indentation beneath it.

Gardevoir's prophecy had been true. He was entirely the type to take a third Pokémon and take care of the details later.

This was a new sensation for Nidoqueen. Inspired by the submission of Dusty and his tale of how males mated, she realised that this was the only virginity that she had to offer the man, and the final surrender that she could yield as a prospective mate. She expected pain. She was certain that there should be some discomfort. And yet Olin was forcing himself inside her with surprisingly little resistance, an iron-hard cock sheathed with a thrust which fucked the breath out of her.

Fine, he thought. He would be her Master. Olin grit his teeth. Just like with Dusty, he hadn't arrived seeking such a thing – but some strange affinity, a feeling in his gut, had told him that this Pokémon must belong to him. And he knew well to follow his heart. After all, just like Gardevoir said – he was too dim for his head to lead him anywhere worthwhile!

No longer gentle, but no less intimate, Olin began at a languid pace, Nidoqueen looking down her body as the press of him above tilted her legs slightly upwards. She'd a sight of her pressed together scales, the concealment of her cunt, spread slightly at the apex of each of his thrusts to briefly reveal a flicker of her dusky brown and well creamed pussy. His cock plundered the tight seal of her undertail, and the slight drag back of that sensitive flesh every time he pulled back that overwhelming maleness stirred that newly discovered whorish submission in her all the more strongly.

If ever she had to discipline one of those unruly Pokémon on his team, maybe they could eat their Master's cum from her well-fucked holes?

It was a fantasy strong enough for her empty pussy to spasm on an orgasm around nothing, the flexing of her inner muscles having the press of her concealing scales yield enough for a line of pearlescent white to run down along her abdomen. She gathered it up and sucked her claw clean of it, showing off the motion for her Master. Nidoqueen was almost disappointed. She'd suckled down that cum so quickly that she'd not even tasted it!

Olin was a long way from his second orgasm, and two were all that the man really had in him. He fucked through the oversensitivity of his first climax, and now his body glistened with sweat as the effort of fucking the stocky Pokémon forced the engagement of every ounce of his strength and stamina. Well, when she was moaning so throatily beneath him, thrusting back her hips, and gathering cum on her claws from her drooling cunt, he could hardly bring himself to slow down!

“Ah! It feels – It's even better under my tail!" She whimpered into his neck, though he'd no hope of understanding a language of trills and whines, “I'm yours, Master! My pussy is only for your superior Human cock! My undertail! My mouth! I need your cum inside me everywhere! I want the other Pokémon to see it dripping down my legs and smell it on my breath! I want them all to know that I'm not masterless like them! I'm owned by you! Not just owned! I'm your mate! Your devoted set of holes you carry around in your pocket! Use me! Use me! It's what I want! It's what I'm for!"

Absolute submission fit her well, and her sexuality melded with it immediately. Just as she had when she'd licked her Nidoran pussy and fantasised about her future as a breeding female, she now leaked a gushing orgasm from an empty cunt as she dreamed of a lifetime as the possession of a Human male. She had a feeling that this time she wouldn't be disappointed.

It was quite a while before Olin increased his pace again, and was finally overtaken by a ruinous orgasm of his own, his balls emptied deep inside the newly awakened slut of a Pokémon. He withdrew his cock almost immediately afterwards, to revel in the wide gape of her undertail and the trail of Human cream leaking from it. With her pussy quick to be concealed by her scales, this was at least a sight that he could enjoy for a while.

Though, Nidoqueen was having none of that. She tore her back spines free of the mattress with great effort, falling to her knees before him and immediately lavishing his cock with her tongue, cleaning it of Human essence and Pokémon femcum without a single care that he'd pulled it from under her tail. His hand found her head horn, guiding her carefully, masterfully.

No injuries this time.

He turned to Gardevoir, completely without shame as his cock was engulfed in the ravenous maw of the latest member of his team, “I… I went a little wild there. I suppose this means a lose the bet…" He gave a slight smile, “I don't mind. I mean, it felt like she wanted it rougher towards the end – and I'd rather do what she wants. She's my Pokémon now after all."

“Hmph!" She scoffed. She'd won. Why did she feel so disappointed? Gardevoir scrambled, and her psychic voice operated before her thoughts did, “No, you won after all!"

“I did?"

“Yes!" She frantically searched for some sort of justification, “You-… you weren't crude and savage! She was!" Gardevoir pointed at the lascivious Nidoqueen accusatorially, “You were very intimate all the way up until then! So, the bet was only in effect at that time! So-… you win?"

Olin grinned, “Hell yeah!"

Krieg had raised an eyebrow. Even the Nidoqueen gave her a glance past the softening manhood of her new Master. Gardevoir squirmed, despising her unexplainable hypocrisy. Thank Arceus that Olin was such an idiot! And damn him for the soaring feeling in her heart that she'd get that not-date after all!

This idiot would name his Nidoqueen 'Lady', and for the very first time would go home with no injury at all from a carnal encounter with a Pokémon. Home to what was now a very cramped apartment indeed!

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra thanks to TheLastFirstborn for the suggestion of Nidoqueen. User Forgefather381 for the encouragement and prompting me to catch that Halo sale on Steam. User Airwall for reminding me that Nidoqueen can't breed, so I have to put in a bit explaining it, and User Aaronn97 for inspiration for that bit. User Johnnyd1988 for having me think hard about the appearance of our mc. User NoNoNope for the encouragement as always - a lot of exposition was dumped this time around! User Oddreptile for the encouragement from a familiar face. User Etnom1 for the Samantha hate (I hope her father sounds awful on the radio, too). And User Berry2257 for suggesting my fave Dragon Type, Noivern.

For the second time, a Pokemon which I absolutely had no intention of joining the party ended up on the team somehow. I'm going to be doing my absolute best to keep it at only this trio for as long as possible, and I'm 98% sure that I'll be successful in that. This time, while there was a bit of an exposition dump, I was quite pleased to play around a little with an aggressive and slightly insecure Dusty, and a mildly anxious Vee. And a Gardevoir that is absolutely unable to come to terms with the fact that she might like Olin. Just a little. I hope their not-date goes well!

As always, thank you for every fave, vote, watch, comment, read, and folder subscription. The folder subscriptions are 57 at time of writing, and I'm honestly really pleased with that. I hope that everyone getting a ping is happy with the series. And of course, a special thankyou for the comments again especially. Your suggestions for Pokemon, scenarios, kinks, and more is what I base the series on. The feedback has been great and your kind words have put a grand smile on my face. Next up, I want to do the Pyroar Pair suggested by User Airwall. So, while all suggestions for chapters after that are welcome - I'll ask something extra here as well. What would be some fun complications or things to happen on this not-date?

Have a most excellent day.