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The memories of her life before the collar had grown vague and indistinct, half-dreams of the ruins of a temple built in honour of the progenitor Mew, idle fantasies of dignity and honour, service and sacrifice. The forms and faces of the Pokémon she had called her friends were now twisted shades, feelings of kinship and camaraderie muted into a heavy weight residing in her chest. The hate in her heart had been so strong. Her need to avenge them all. Her sorrow and her loss. But over time, the collar sublimated every one of those feelings into a cold emptiness. Every shock had carved away a piece of her soul, the agony that would drive her to her knees ripped away fury and indignation, and the rhetoric of Team Nuzlocke filled the void.

Lucario could no longer be called a person. She had been turned into an item, a commodity, unthinking and unfeeling, a thing to be used up and discarded. She was twisted and empty, and that abyss inside her heart would drink in anyone that came close to her. She was a vile and ugly thing. A monster, disgusting and foul. To touch the brightness of her Master would be to taint him forever, to corrupt his light with her ruinous nothingness. To know her was to be diminished. To bond with her was to be snuffed out.

It was about at this point in her venting that an uncharacteristically enraged Ace had punched her hard, loudly proclaiming that she was 'a massive edgelord' and 'talking a load of Tauros shit'.

And he was right.

Her emotions were muted, but they were undeniably there. When Olin treated her with kindness, the flicker of joy in her chest was small but genuine. The efforts of Lady and Vee to reach out to her and been moving. Her frustration at the pressing of the Cinderace was real enough for her to raise her voice against him. And the naughty sensation found in the aftermath of stolen pleasures was a feeling of her own design.

That one was the most impactful; the excitement of voyeurism which belonged only to her, a hidden lewdness that had become so terribly addicting. The range of her Aura sense was around half a mile, and with Olin's apartment being situated at the heart of Wesson Town and his profession being quite carnal, she found herself with no shortage of Pokémon to indulge herself in. Her power allowed Lucario to connect her feelings to those of others, and every shared mating brought with it not only pleasure, but an emotional fulfilment which she was unable to achieve on her own.

Masturbation had become a frequent activity for her. Starved of feelings, she devoured these strong emotions of others hungrily. What had started with her Master and his partners had expanded to include anyone that she was able to reach. Usually, she would sneak out onto the balcony and use her paws. Yet her desires had now grown so strong lately that Lucario had started to indulge herself more precariously. Just the other day she had shared a coffee with her Master, while beneath the table she rubbed together her legs to edge her canine spade – her emotions linked to a pair of Mightyena mating in an alleyway nearby. The male's knotted cock had made two bitches cream themselves simultaneously, and he would never know. For some reason that fact made her cum all the harder.

Ace had become her confidante in this sexual awakening, and Lucario found herself divesting every forbidden pleasure from her lips. She had been Kommo-o, and experienced not only every stroke of physical ecstasy that mating with Olin had wrought, but also the surrender of her body to him, the instinctual submission when his hand had touched her throat, the humiliation of a sloppy cunt, the debauchery of dedicating herself to humanity as an owned slut. She had been Dusty and felt the truth of his bond with Vee and Lady, she knew what it was to be a male made subservient by pleasure, the confusion of a changing sexuality, and the shuddering ruin of a prostate bitchgasm.

She had felt the clinging affection of Vee when her Master wombfucked her small feline body into the mattress, the needy and conceited love of a House Pokémon cocksleeve. She had been Lady, the novelty of anal sex to this Breeding Pokémon evolving into a preferred method of intercourse, a unique pleasure shared to bring her own canine cunt to a spasming orgasm on nothing at all. She had been degraded and brought low as Dusty, called a faggot and made submissive in the arms of a superior male, desperate in offering oneself in absolute servitude. And she had known the loving embrace and deep kiss of intimate sex as Ace, the warmth of a heart made complete.

Every stolen pleasure was its own unique flavour, and while Olin was the axis about which the most delectable tastes span, there were so many more joys in the world for her to savour. Salacious in her want, she wished to devour them all. She was the excitement of a Snivy investigating her serpentine cunt with her vines for the very first time. She was a Charizard in rut, brought low by a more powerful Dragon and now screaming out his orgasm in shameful pleasure as his essence was fucked out of him to stripe the stone below. She was the taboo pleasure of a birthing Pidgeot achieving orgasm around her own egg with her beak buried in the cloaca of the Talonflame that had seeded it. She was an Incineroar on his knees, holding open his mouth to show off a lake of pearly white to his Master before swallowing it down obediently and climaxing solely from the submission of the act.

For a Pokémon so muted in emotion, her lust was bottomless. What was her dream? That was the question that Ace had been so determined to find an answer for. She remembered some time ago thinking that maybe the collar had killed her and all that was left was a ghost. The only time that she felt alive at all was when she indulged in the feelings of others, linking up her Aura to theirs to experience the moments of pleasure in which emotions were most heightened. If she had a dream at all, it would be this: She wanted to be brought back to life. She wanted to feel an emotion for herself, not muted, not leeched from another, but truly and deeply, a genuine feeling. Love, hate, anger, sorrow – she didn't care what. Anything. Some proof that she was more than a mere spectre.

And it was that wish that she had described to Gardevoir, along with a thorough explanation of her proclivities. The Embrace Pokémon refused to read her mind just as she refused to read Dusty's – the memories of Team Nuzlocke too traumatic for her to connect with, so at the direction of Ace, Lucario laid bare every one of her desires in speech to be met with an increasingly judgemental expression. It was necessary to gain her support for the sake of their plan, and after experiencing some significant internal conflicts, Gardevoir had eventually agreed to help.

The three of them now sat together in the Guide Project break room at Lastwall Campaign Headquarters, taking up a cluster of armchairs around an old table. Gardevoir was sipping one of her energy drinks, while Ace flicked through a catalogue of Held Items, having already torn one page out to draw an enormous heart around a Choice Band with a marker pen, “…I think we need a Focus Sash for Dusty as well – he'll probably have some sort of breakdown if he gets fainted, especially in one hit, so we need to avoid that at all costs… But his level is so high that it might be a non-issue in the Amateur Rank…" The Cinderace muttered to himself, “…I don't think Master would want Lucario to have a Life Orb… Maybe we can do something interesting with berries…"

Gardevoir huffed, “Are you sure you want to do this, Lucario? Krieg knows Humans that specialise in therapies for abused Pokémon – there are far better ways of addressing your trauma than mating with that brute…" She took a swig of her energy drink, failing to mention that she'd turned down herself every one of those therapies when they were offered to her, “Arceus' grace – I don't understand! I don't understand at all! Olin is the worst! He's a lecherous pervert that's far too in tune with that Human instinct for domination! Why him!? Why does he have five Pokémon already!?"

That was enough to draw Ace from his task, his thoughts interrupted by the opportunity to offer his hand, “If you're anxious that the last spot on his team is going to go to someone else, then I'm more than willing to-"

“I have already turned you down thrice, you meddlesome Cinderace! For the last time: I am not in love with that man! I don't care who the last spot on his team goes to!" She raged, “You're clearly insane! I can see straight into your mind – I do not 'protest too much'! I protest exactly the right amount when you suggest something so ludicrous! I hate him! He's awful! He's frivolous! He's irresponsible! And one day he'll show his true colours – like all Humans do – and it will break your heart! We're nothing but playthings to them!"

“I think you would quite like to be Master's plaything." Ace grinned, provocative with his words, “Come on, Gardevoir! Everyone knows! Master is the only one too dense to realise! Why won't you let me help you out? It's what I do!" He thumped his chest, “Of course, it's my goal to be number one in Master's heart, so you might have to settle for second place!"

“Is that your dream, Ace?" Lucario queried in her flat voice, stepping in before Gardevoir could detonate.

He placed down his catalogue, “Well, a dream should be separate from your relationships, I think. Of course I want to be needed. And I want a lovey-dovey relationship with Master. A proper wholesome romance." His eyes shone, “But if I had to put it into words: It's my dream to be famous. I want the world to know my name." Ace gave a slight huff, “The truth is, as a team of Cinderace, Lycanroc, and Lucario, it's impossible for us to top the League. We're too far from the meta. But Gideon Gladhand has never won the League, and he's super famous! We just need a gimmick like his Dragons! Something to make us stand out to get fans and sponsors, and then Master will be rolling in money, and everyone will be chanting our names! Ace! Dusty! And whatever Master decides to call you after you've mated!" His fist raised into the air, “We can be heroes! Champions! YEAH!"

Gardevoir scoffed, “You're as much of an idiot as your Master. What a vain and stupid dream."

“Dreams are sacred, Gardevoir." His orange-red irises glowed, “If you make fun of dreams, then you and I might have a little fight."

“Harrumph!" She tossed her empty energy drink can towards the bin, the arc of her shot far off target – but a little psychic power guided it home regardless. Damn. Levitation brought her body into the air, and she turned her back on Ace, not giving him the satisfaction of an apology. Dreams? What nonsense. What could a Pokémon ever achieve that a Human could not take from them on a whim? The Cinderace wanted to be famous? And then to live with the knowledge that all that he had earned could vanish in an instant if Olin chose to just throw him away? Fool. No Human could be trusted. Not even him.

Gardevoir scowled. She hated that. She hated that when she thought that Olin could not be trusted, and her heart twisted as it recognised the falsehood. Her instincts said that he was true. Her instincts said that he would never betray her. But… her instincts had said that about her last Master as well. Her face further scrunched up, and she beckoned without looking back, “Come on Lucario. That brute should be ready by now…"

Olin had actually been ready for quite a while. This room was quite nostalgic, the divided space in which he enjoyed his very first encounter as part of the Guide Project, and a few others besides. It had previously been a squadron bar from the days when this building was a station for the armed forces, the divided off section now occupied by Krieg tapping away at his tablet while Olin leaned against what was once the counter from the other side, “So, no hints at all? I'm a little worried about what Gardevoir would call a 'surprise'… There's not a Pokémon made out of knives after all, is there?"

“The Aegislash line, perhaps?" Krieg shrugged, “Look, I can't tell you. The last time that I wronged Gardevoir she really made me suffer for it. All I did was take one of her energy drinks, and she sat across from me, leaned over the drawing room table, and started to read out my internet search history directly from my mind!" He glanced aside, “Uh, not that there is anything suspicious in my search history! It was just unnerving, that's all…"

He gave a slight grin in response, "Then… Garchomp? Rough Skin would really hurt – oh, but Gideon would be here if there was a Dragon Type. And I don't see any protective equipment either, just the usual mattress…"

“Even if you guessed, I wouldn't be able to tell you. They're a Pokémon that needs some specific care, and Gardevoir has been quite insistent that you must be gentle with them." The wispy man tilted his head upwards slightly, “That's why we're back here in the Lastwall Campaign Headquarters. A nice and structured framework for your mating. Just take your time with her and it will be fine. One last Pokémon before you take some leave for your Spring Tournament!"

“I'm feeling confident about winning the Amateur Rank. Dusty is insanely strong. Ace is super reliable. And Lucario… I need to do something about her."

“L-like what?" Krieg coughed, almost giving himself away.

“Grab her by the shoulders and tell her she's mine. It was dumb for me to say I was just her Owner all this time, I should take taken the initiative and been her Master from the start. I earned her when I took her from Samantha." He gave a slow sigh, sitting back on his barstool, “Ace would complain if I sat here whining about missing my chance. All I need is the right moment. It's pretty clear that she's not interested in lewd stuff – she's always out on the balcony whenever anything like that happens. And that's fine. So, I gotta think of how to appeal to her as a Warrior Pokémon. I reckon my time will come when we win the Spring Tournament. I'll put the trophy in her paws, lift her over my head, and make her believe that she's mine!"

The smaller male adjusted the collar of his shirt, “Well, what if she was interested in mating?"

Olin turned thoughtful, “I'd be pretty damn happy. Lucario is as cold as ice, and super serious. But underneath all of that, I think she's a good girl. She always puts others first, even when it hurts her, and that sort of thinking is pretty rare in Pokémon. It makes me want to be the guy that puts her first instead. It's not like I need a sexual relationship with her to do that, but it would be nice to be so close with someone that's as awesome as Lucario." He gave a half-grin, “I suppose if she was interested in mating, then the moment to take her by the shoulders and say she was mine would be there and then instead of at the end of the tournament. Either way, she deserves to be happy, and as her Master, I've got a responsibility to make sure she's fulfilled."

“Well, look at you finally taking some agency." A familiar psychic voice drifted into his mind, delivering that line before the door opened to reveal Gardevoir and Lucario, “And also - …really? Stop looking past me! Are you really that dense? There isn't an 'invisible Pokémon' in the room! Giratina's wrath, you're an idiot! This whole plan is stupid!" She floated to the side, “Lucario! You're going to mate with Lucario! Arceus himself is a contrived prick for this to happen right after your dumb speech! You gonna follow through with those big words, jackass?"

Olin blinked dumbly, “Lucario!?" He almost fell off his stool, staggering to his feet as it clattered behind him, “You didn't hear all that stuff I said, right? Uh – look, you don't have to do this, I know you're not interested, and it's-“

He didn't get much further before the jackal Pokémon strode across the room, grabbed his hands, and placed them onto her shoulders. She came to his navel, another small Pokémon, her furred body as hard as one would expect a Steel Type to be under his hands. Gardevoir glided through the viewing window to join Krieg, her levitation allowing her to manoeuvre herself as if swimming through the air, “She wants to mate. It took a lot for her to be ready to stand here. Don't fuck it up."

Lucario slowly nodded her head. Olin was looking into her eyes, so she closed them. She hated her eyes, lacking in the light of justice. Dull and without will, like those of a dead fish. But the weight before her shifted as Olin dropped to a knee and brought himself level, “Lucy…" She blinked them open, “I'm sorry I'm not more creative with names." He was wearing such a kind smile, “I meant all that stuff I said. If this is what you want – then I'm your Master."

What emotion was she supposed to feel right now?

Ultimately it all came down to what she thought of Olin. The man had waded into her life with his clumsy kindness and brought her into this strange family. Pokémon were creatures of instinct, hedonistic and impulsive – to be saved by such a Human and placed into an environment where the binding of intimacy was so freely available would probably have been enough to win over any other Lucario. But with her emotions so suppressed, she looked at things far more objectively. The truth was that she didn't love Olin. As she was right now, she didn't think she was capable of loving him. But she wanted to, and she believed that she could. And this was the first step towards achieving that dream of feeling a complete emotion again.

Lucario had basked in second-hand feelings of such warmth and affection, the powerful bonds of those Pokémon that had tied themselves to this Human, and when she had pulled away from them, a slight warmth had remained behind in her chest. It was desire, attraction, the smouldering embers of affection. Her sexuality was the only thing which she thought of as belonging to her, the secret pleasure of her voyeurism – and Olin was at the heart of every one of her fantasies which had been meaningful. The mated bitch of a horny Mightyena could not compare to the intimacy of his lovemaking with Ace or the intensity of the pleasure he found with Dusty. It was not Vee's frantic need, or Lady's emotional fervour. Or even the careful attentions of those partners he bonded with through the Guide Project.

Thinking about it in this moment, perhaps the fact that the only person that she could imagine having such a relationship with was Olin, and her wholehearted desire to be his mate, was proof enough that love already existed for her after all. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. There was only one way to find out – and that was to trust her instincts as a Pokémon and dive in headfirst. From today onwards, she would be the mate of this Human. She wouldn't let her dream amount to nothing. Lucario was going to feel again. And just like Ace had suggested – she would punch life in the face until it gave her what she wanted!

Her dull eyes brightened as the affirmation of her Master's feelings empowered her with will. She nodded her head and lightly squeezed his hands. He was her Master. She was his Pokémon. His Lucy. The large Human looked overjoyed, as if he could see all of this aligning in her core. Or maybe it was just because he'd watched the very first true smile she'd worn since the collar blossom across her face. His arms wrapped around her, and she pressed her muzzle into his neck as they embraced, a slight gasp issued from the man as the spike at the centre of her chest pressed against him.

Krieg cleared his throat, “Do be careful of that spike – and the ones on the back of each forepaw, too." He flicked through the notes on his tablet, “Lucario isn't very problematic as far as mating goes – though they are a bit pickier about their partners than most other Pokémon. I suppose that Lucy has chosen you at all means that you have a 'righteous heart'." He gave a slight smile, “Sometimes thoughts and feelings can leak out of their Aura – though that might be a good thing since Lucy's telepathy is a little underdeveloped. Maybe you'll catch a few words." Gardevoir elbowed him, “Oh – uh, congratulations as well, I guess!"

Olin shot them a grateful smile, but after a few beats Gardevoir scowled, “Ugh. You're already thinking about how you're going to fuck her? This is why I call you a brute and a pervert! Can't you just enjoy the moment!? You're such an easy Human! There's only one slot left on your team, and I bet you would give it away to any Pokémon that smiled at you in the right way!" She winced, realising that she'd brought up that final slot out of the blue a second time now. What did it matter? It wasn't as if she liked him. And she certainly wasn't jealous of Lucario! Not one bit! There was no chance whatsoever that she was terrified that her own chances were becoming slimmer by the day! And anyone that might suggest that she was anxious that she'd miss her shot with Olin needed their head examined! He was nothing but a sexual fantasy! And that is how he would remain!

Lucy brought her focus onto the psychic fairy for a moment, her Aura sense allowing her to read those emotions, but the maelstrom of hypocrisy was too complicated for her to unpick. So, she turned back to her Master and gently licked the side of his neck, gratified by the reaction of his breath catching as she regained his attention. How was she going to mate with him? She'd invested some thought into this already, though those ideas seemed to have fled her mind for the moment. Her arousal was strong, as strong as it always seemed to be these days. Would she become as addicted to sex as she was to masturbation? How would the pleasure compare? Her hope to find out was sufficiently enticing for the Lucario to press her heated crotch against his thigh.

Dense though he was, there was no missing the heat and wetness soaking into his jeans. Olin swallowed. Pokémon were always quite forward in their wants, but for some reason he'd not quite expected Lucy to be quite so forthright. She really did want to mate, and the grasp of her arms around him slackened to allow him to take control. Lucy was giving herself to him, abandoning her agency for the pleasure that was sure to come, knowing precisely what Olin liked most and how he would certainly start with her.

She wasn't wrong.

He lifted the heavy Steel Type and carried her to the mattress, and the moment that she was placed down, Lucario surprised him by shamelessly spreading her legs and bringing her paws down to frame an engorged canine spade. Needy enough to skip straight to the good stuff, she showed herself off freely, making clear precisely what she wanted, “Well, I can hardly disappoint now…" Olin grinned, “You're my first female canine, so excuse me while I take my time a little..."

The lewd pussy was distinctly inhuman, slick black flesh engorged enough to protrude from the thick fur of her crotch which normally kept it hidden. The indentation at the core of it had the appearance of an inverted Y, the slightest bit of pink visible at the centre slowly exposed as Lucy used her paws to draw open her cunt for him. A broad clit crowned her pussy, just slightly embedded and bringing those protruding lips to a small point, the base femcum slicked passage to her core.

Her voice was one which only Gardevoir could understand, her voice flat and emotionless, “I hope that you like my pussy, Master. From today forwards, this belongs to you. I've never mated before, but please don't be gentle." She bowed her head slightly, and after a slow breath spoke openly. With every other feeling so suppressed, she laid bare the lewdness which had come to define her being, “The truth is that I'm addicted to pleasure. I masturbate all the time. I'm always thinking about mating. My cunt is always wet." The lack of comprehension in his expression emboldened her, “Every time you mate with the others, I share their pleasure and use my paws…"

She tilted her hips upwards, her insides slick and glistening, “I'm your Pokémon, Master. I want you to make me belong to you completely. I want you to make me fall in love with you." She took another slow breath, “But right now… I can't think about anything except mating. I'm a lewd Pokémon that's obsessed with sex. I want you to make me feel like the rest of the team. I want to be able to say the same things that they do. I want you to mate with me until I surrender to your superior Human cock." Her body quivered, “Only Ace and Gardevoir know. It's a secret. My emotions are a mess, and I'd do anything to feel again. But underneath it all, I'm the biggest slut on the team. Lust is the only thing left that I feel strongly."

Olin may not have been able to understand her, but he remained at her side while she spoke her piece, his lecherous gaze drinking in the sight of her body, “I want to lick and suck your cock until I know everything about your scent and your flavour. I want to become so attuned to it that just your presence sends me into heat. I want you to fuck my canine pussy until it memorises your shape, I want your cum to swell my womb until it looks like I have an egg, I want to walk around with your essence leaking out of my creamed cookie and making a mess of my fur. I want to sit in your lap while you pump so much of your seed under my tail that I start coughing it up."

Sex was the path to regaining her feelings, and Lucario threw herself entirely into the pursuit of pleasure, finding her revelations to be cathartic as she spoke more now than she ever had, “I want to be addicted to you. I want to be made submissive. I want my Pokémon instinct to take over and show me that I'm alive. There's so much that I want. I want to feel love, I want to feel intimacy, I want to be your mate." Her canine cunt twitched, “But most of all, I want you to fuck me broken. I want you to make me call myself a Human-owned Pokémon slut. I want to whine in your ear that I'm a race-traitor whore that's addicted to a cock that can't ever give me an egg."

Her speech was delivered in her perfectly level voice, expressionless despite the lewdness of her display, “Please, Master. I need you to use me. I only know how to be an item. I need you to make me your item. Your possession. I need you to claim me as your bitch." Lucy bowed her head again, “Please, Master… Please."

The large man looked up to Gardevoir when she finally lapsed into silence, her psychic voice infiltrating his mind as she popped open another energy drink, “I'm not translating a word of that filth!" She scowled, “Ugh. And the things that you're imagining that she might have said are even more depraved! Just – stop grinning like a fool and do your thing! And – no, I'm not 'looking forward to the show', what is wrong with you!? Focus on Lucy!"

With that encouragement ringing out in his head, Olin was at last ready to indulge himself. The dragging paws of Lucario moved aside as he leaned over her and brought his own hand down to that puffy spade, his fingers contacting slick protruding lips to present his senses with a soft and spongy feel. The shape was distinct, that inverted Y naturally curling his two probing digits upwards as he pressed down, her opening uniquely yielding. Wet and receptive to his touch, he examined her carefully, the slight protrusion of her spade almost serving as an extension for velveteen insides, while the passageway of her grasping cunt squeezed at his fingers.

It was hard to read her spots of pleasure, Lucy far lighter on reactions to his touch than any other Pokémon. There was no catching of breath, no moan, no twitch of her body, only the wet tightness of her insides coiling around his fingers gratefully, her half-lidded eyes looking up at him as he took his time learning the body of his partner. The copious amount of her fluids and the heat of her needy pussy was certainly indication of enjoyment, but it took the most careful attentions of a man normally so lacking in perception to find what she most liked.

The puffy protrusion of her canine cunt was a wonderful cushioning for his attentions and left him fantasising about how wonderful that would feel when mating, but it seemed no more sensitive than anywhere else. The parted lips of her pussy, the broad clit, her grateful depths, nowhere in particular was providing him with the sort of trigger that he had become used to finding so easily. It was only when his fingers twitched a few times in succession, and he was rewarded with the smallest gasp that Olin realised how best to pleasure his Lucario.

For a Pokémon so addicted to masturbation – not that Olin knew that – it made some sense. It was the rapidity of furious motion that had her heart flutter, the twitching press of fingers that could churn a pussy into a sloppy mess. Gentle pleasures were not enough. Lucario needed the attentions to her cunt to be hard and fast, the forceful chasing of fleeting gratification, and the moment that he realised it he became determined to deliver precisely that.

He leaned over Lucario, his free hand resting at the side of her neck as support, her paws grasping at his forearm as the upwards cant of her hips had her legs naturally part for him. It was leverage. The bracing necessary for the rough pleasures that she demanded of him. This was how she differed from the rest of his team – there would be no tender and delicate sex with Lucario. She wanted to be fucked hard and often, pounded into ruined submission by a dominant male, giving herself up like the needy bitch that she wished to become.

His fingers withdrew and flexed, and Olin glanced down to observe the string of femcum between them – but he had work to do before he would taste her. His hand layered over her sex, squeezing that spongy canine cunt, the pleasant sensation of heat against his palm, the wet hot need of her body calling out for pleasure. Those two fingers curled into her cunt, and after resting for only a moment in her depths, he flickered them into an undulating roll, an immediate and rapid stirring of a sopping cunt hungry for pleasure.

Every Pokémon that he had mated with had cum hard and often, brought to orgasm quickly and easily as they yielded to the advantage of his humanity, drowned in the pleasure of that Pokémon instinct to submit. But not Lucario. Her sensitivity was quite low, and when combined with her muted emotions, Olin found that he was facing a challenge that eclipsed even Salazzle. Large and dexterous fingers, far superior to her paws, worked deep into her pussy, a wave-like motion exploring the unplumbed depths of her canine cunt while his palm crushed the distended flesh of her cookie into that broad clit.

Lucy grit her teeth, indulging in this new pleasure as the sloppy stirring of her lewd pussy coaxed her hips into grinding upwards, strong abdominal muscles braced as she spread her legs wider and invited her Master to further make sport of her. The sensation was different to her own masturbation. Without an emotional connection to link her Aura to, the feeling was muted, her body responding to the stimulation of his fingers in a way which had her heat slowly grow, her orgasm worked towards from a great distance away rather than arriving immediate and thunderous.

There was a strange feeling in her core, a sense of lightness, a small excitement which she could genuinely call her own. Her abdominals tensed and her legs twitched, a burgeoning moan was subdued into a small gasp hissed from between her fangs. Her paws dragged the hand at the side of her neck to connect more completely with her throat, the palm of her Master covering the scar left behind by her collar completely. There was no press beyond the support required to hold down her body, yet the sensation of his grasp upon that vital point sparked an unfamiliar instinct, the first grasping tendrils of Pokémon submission as her body acknowledged that her life was so completely in the hands of this Human.

So, this was pleasure when she experienced it for herself? A slight whimper escaped her throat, but the lewd shlicking of her furiously pummelled cunt eclipsed it completely. Other Pokémon had felt humiliated when forced to confront that sound, but for Lucy it was nothing but the music of intimacy. Her Master was working hard to make her cum, slowly taking possession of her, forcing her to bow with pleasure, demanding that she submit to him as a Pokémon. No, more than that – to submit as his mate, his breeding bitch, his Human-owned slut, his Pokémon whore.

The next whimper she was unable to stifle. The fur surrounding her canine cunt was drenched, her undertail flexing as the complete parting of her legs bared both of her holes completely. The heat of her sloppy pussy melded with that excitement in her chest and the compelled submission of his hand at her throat. It was an electricity which spread to every part of her body, to the end of her claws, to the tip of her tail, a rolling wave of irresistible pleasure. Her Master was going to force her unreceptive body to cum. He was demanding an orgasm of her, defying her emptiness, overpowering her needy cunt until it gave him what he wanted.

Lucy reacted instinctively, placing a forearm between her jaws, and biting down hard to sublimate a whorish moan into a pathetic whine. It was the first orgasm that she had ever achieved without borrowing feelings from another, and the force of it left her stunned. Her pussy spasmed around her Master's fingers, grasping at them hard in a grateful squeeze, a rush of femcum wet his palm, and the engorged lips of her canine cookie quivered in ecstasy. Her eyes went wide, yet all that she could see was white – it was a pleasure less intense than that she experienced when leeching the emotions of another, and yet was infinitely more fulfilling.

Her lower body collapsed to the mattress, the probing fingers continuing a rhythmic rolling as slower stimulation extended her climax. Olin took careful stock of his Pokémon, finally noticing the abundance of scuffs and scrapes of Lucario's forearms and connecting them to her pleasure. Was this why her she had been able to present herself to him so shamelessly? Was this the reason for her lowered sensitivity? The marks were enough to indicate that she was masturbating frequently, and he only now reflected on precisely how often Lucy would disappear.

A truly lewd Pokémon was cumming on his fingers, and he smiled as he recognised precisely the level of slut that he had come to take possession of. Always so reserved, so in control, to see her writhe in pleasure stirred his masculine instincts with challenge. He wanted to see her lose herself completely, her orgasms announced loudly rather than subdued by the clamping of her jaws, her body as frantic in reciprocation to his efforts as the motions of his hand were to bring her to climax. Determined not to let up, he released Lucy, moving down her body to more closely examine her twitching pussy.

Distinctly inhuman, the scent was slightly metallic, the sharpness melded with a deep musk which with a slight blink he came to recognise as something that he had come to be rather familiar with. If this was what her arousal smelt like, then this Lucario must be turned on almost all the time. He leaned close, placing his palms upon her spread thighs and using his thumbs to spread the inverted Y of her canine pussy to view pink insides, the mild distension of her cunt allowing him to note every feature of her depths. Perhaps with the right angling of the light he would have been able to see all the way to her cervix. With a slight grin he decided that he'd find that with his cock later, and would bludgeon that into the same submission that he would break every other inch of his Lucy to pleasure with.

The usual cleaving motion of his tongue would be much less efficient here, and Olin paused for a moment while he considered how best to eat the pussy that his Lucario was so eagerly presenting to him. The distension of the topmost point was a mild tapering, and instinct told him that it would be the place to assault most keenly, the embedded clit below it broad and in need of attention, and the depths a mess of leaking femcum stirred into a froth that dripped down to the base of her tail. There as well was the small indentation of her undertail, the spread of her legs and note of his gaze sufficient for it to flex with the smallest need.

Mewt had been a measure of his sexual dominance, and Salazzle a test of his stamina and will. Here was something else, a Pokémon with low sensitivity and a serious nature, inured to all but the most intense pleasure – Lucy represented a challenge to his technique. Olin steeled himself. This is what it meant to be the Master. His fantasies of dominance and power over his mates must be underwritten by his efforts. Lucy wasn't going to give herself to him. The spread of her legs was nothing but an opportunity for him to seize her for himself, an invitation for him to fuck her into intimate surrender.

Pussy had never looked so delicious.

He met her lower lips in an intimate kiss, his blond beard immediately drenched as he nuzzled forwards and savoured her taste. This was his first Steel Type, and along with the Fighting Type musk came a distinct flavour that reminded him of blood, distinctly strong, almost to the point of being overpowering – or perhaps that was simply the effect of such intense need. His tongue lacked the intensity, pressure, and rigidity of his fingers, yet it was truly an amateur at eating cunt that relied on tongue alone. The puffy lips of her spade were his to capture, and Olin took his time exploring his first canine cunt, the spread of his thumbs revealing more sensitive places for him to ply his attentions to.

Lucy whimpered into her forearm, still caught in the aftershocks of her first climax. It was difficult to compare her own pleasures to those that she stole from others, the sensation of intimacy and strong feelings which made those orgasms so potent quite muted when her own emotions were so dulled. And yet, even that small flame of self was sufficient for this pleasure to be so much more fulfilling. Her Master was eating her cunt. His presence between her legs was proof that their relationship had become carnal, his eager attentions a demonstration of his affection. If he fucked her hard enough, would that small flame become an inferno? Would pleasure and intimacy allow her to feel such intense feelings?

It was hard to concentrate on such existential thoughts when her Master had captured the topmost tip of her spade and her embedded clit along with it, crushing them within the press of his lips and furiously flickering his tongue against that detained point of pleasure. Another moan into her forearm, stifled into a whimper. This feeling was real, and it was time to stop worrying about everything else. Her legs crossed behind his neck, drawing her Master closer, the hands at her thighs naturally pressing harder and his thumbs drawing her spread cunt wide.

This pleasure was much lesser than his fingers, and yet significantly more intimate. He teased her cunt ruthlessly, demonstrating his ownership by making use of her in a leisurely fashion. It was that knowledge which made her again moan into her forearm. He owned her. Her surrender to him was more than just words spoken in the mood of the moment, but an undeniable truth. When her Master wanted to fuck her, he would fuck her, and like a good Pokémon slut, she would be ready to accept his superior Human cock. Of course, he was going to take his time exploring her pussy – it belonged to him, and it was his right to do with it as he wished.

Her Pokémon instinct to submission had sparked, melding with the intimacy and heat of pleasure as it demanded her body to surrender. This is what she was for. No. This is what she wanted to be for. The most lustful of all of his Pokémon, his teasing and experimentation was a wonderful edging, a slow building of fulfilling pleasure. The idea of it invigorated her, and a picture of her future arrived in her mind. She would seduce her Master over and over, until he became addicted to her body. His attentions would affirm her bottomless lust, and her sexual submission would be the most complete of his team.

If she could feel again, then what sort of person would she be? Despite her intent to focus solely on pleasure, that thought rose to the top, and an answer materialised before her. Lucario was a slut. Not in the way that Dusty would demand while he rode his Master's cock, or Vee might scream while cumming on his face. Lucy was a slut completely. She was a Warrior Pokémon, but had never fought with any particular passion. Her sexuality was the only thing that she had ever melded with her sense of identity. Lucario was a true whore, addicted to pleasure, and the most meaningful of all of those pleasures revolved around her Master. She was always thinking about sex, and this Human, her Master – she was going to be his most beloved Pokémon sextoy.

Her jaws released her forearm. Lucy took a shuddering breath, feeling her climax approaching, as if the pleasure of her body had timed itself to match with this final affirmation. She spoke with the first tone of emotion in her voice that she'd managed to colour her words with in years.

“I'm a slut."

Her paws came down to grasp at the golden mane of her Master, her pussy grinding against his face as the cross of her legs held him fast, “That's… what I am. I'm a slut. I'm a pleasure-addicted whore. I'm a lewd Pokémon. I need to cum. I'm a bitch in a heat that never ends. And you're… the only one that I want to mate with." She leaned back, that same wave of pleasure slowly coursing through her body, electrifying and all-encompassing, “I need you, Master. I'll be your obedient Human-owned plaything. I'll dedicate my everything to you. Please… make me yours…"

Another bone-deep climax was demanded of her by her Master, again so different to the quick and intense pleasures of her Aura masturbation – this was a feeling which rolled over her slowly, robbing breath and thought, and lingering with an intimate warmth. Her Master was slurping down her femcum greedily, the smacking of his lips grotesque enough for Gardevoir to vocalise her disgust with a groan of distaste, “You absolute fiend! Don't you have any sense of delicacy!? This was supposed to be a tender and delicate awakening to feelings! But you're too much of a fucking pervert, and it turns out that Lucy was a slut all along! Giratina's cunt, why are you all so fucking lewd!"

Olin leaned back, released by the hold of his Pokémon's legs, and he looked to Gardevoir to loudly smack his lips one more time in defiance. His beard was drenched, the collar of his shirt as well – but he cast that aside along with the rest of his casual clothing, “Lighten up, Gardevoir." He gave a small grin, “What you're saying there is that we're well matched, right?"

“You're well matched with all of your Pokémon, and that's what's so frustrating!" She scowled, “I can see right into your mind – no, that wasn't a compliment at all! Don't look so smug about it! I'm simply amazed that you've managed to trick five Pokémon into binding themselves to you so thoroughly! No! That wasn't a backhanded compliment either! Stop trying to see good that isn't there! Ugh – I'm not cute when I'm angry! You're impossible! Your thoughts are disgusting!"

She wasn't wrong. Olin had taken to pondering various ways of overcoming the low sensitivity of his partner, and after bearing witness to the vast spread of toys that had been lined up for use on Syveon, as well as observing some of the practices of Devon's Pokémon Daycare, and Gideon's lectures on instinct – quite a few ideas had come to mind, some of them rather extreme. He had a feeling that Lucario might enjoy rather extreme, though.

But that was for the future. Right now, Lucy had regained enough energy to again entice her Master, rolling onto her front and crawling off the mattress, remaining on her elbows and knees as she raised her deep blue tail and shaking her hips to demonstrate the need of her sloppy canine spade. She looked over her shoulder, that newly acquired light in her eyes tinted with a distinct lust, a slight whine in her throat as she presented herself for her dominant male precisely in the way that a submissive bitch eager for a breeding should.

Perhaps a little impersonal as a position for the loss of her virginity, but doggystyle was appropriate for the fervent and needy pleasure that she demanded of her Master. Olin was a large man, a two-metre-tall giant with a powerful and muscular frame, he dwarfed the Lucario as he took a position behind her, the enormity of his cock slipping beneath her body for her cookie to kiss the shaft of. He moved his hips back and forth, teasing her into a frustrated whine which she could not contain, and galvanised by that expression of desire to grasp the base of his cock and angle it against her distinctly inhuman cunt.

She was similar in proportion to Lycanroc, and just like Dusty, she vanished beneath him when he layered his body over hers, the forward drive of his cock rocking her into the cage of his arms. Most Pokémon would have whined something about the enormity of the spire of flesh being forced into them, despite how receptive their bodies generally were to oversized Human cock – but for Lucario there was nothing but a growling moan of submission. The tip of his cock had parted her puffy spade, guided by her distended arousal into the passageway of her needy pussy.

Instinct told Olin to be forceful, just as he had with his fingers and his tongue, he would need to wield his masculinity as a club to beat his Lucario slut into submission. He applied his grander weight to her haunches, crushing her tail against the small of her back and using the leverage of his arms over her shoulders to grind his cock deeper and deeper into ruinous tightness. Canine pussy had a distinct sponginess to it, a wonderful yielding of wet velvet to the press of his maleness, yet before he could feel the satisfaction of her puffy spade against his crotch, he encountered the barrier of her cervix.

Her legs spread more widely in invitation, the head of his cock against a wall which should take the fervent battery of gradual pleasure to loosen and permit entry of his cock to her innermost depths. But Olin knew not to be gentle. He grit his teeth, and marshalled his iron-hard length with a will forged of many Pokémon encounters, and the experience of womb-fucking Vee so regularly. His thoughts ran rampant, his own Human instinct enflamed as visions of domination ran through his mind. This bitch belonged to him, his Lucario whore to fuck into grateful submission. Her womb was his to claim, his to breed and pump full of his incompatible essence.

This shameless slut was moaning so throatily now, basking in the pained pleasure of his forceful penetration. His weight, his strength, his presence, he demanded her surrender as a breeding female to his cock, and as the true Pokémon whore that she was, Lucario did not deny him. A final lurch overwhelmed that last barrier, a ruinous seal forming a third of the way down his cock as he dominated her womb with the presence of his masculinity, the puffed up spade meeting his crotch with a soft plapping sound.

Her submissive orgasm came as a complete surprise, Lucy reaching climax just this once as easily as any other Pokémon that surrendered to Human cock. She moaned whorishly, her paws grasping at his wrists for purchase, her grateful insides milking his cock for the reward of the first droplets of precum. So full. His cock filled her insides to a fully stretched capacity, a bulge at her abdomen beneath the solid abdominals of a Steel Type testament to the heft dominating her womb.

It was impossible to find words, only the howling ululations of wanton lust. Olin had not even started to thrust, doing nothing but grinding his hips in a slow circle as he extended her orgasm and acclimated himself to the canine pussy he'd now fully hilted in. Her grip of him was extreme, the potent inner muscles of her Fighting Type half grasping and milking at his cock, her receptive womb drinking in his precum. Her inner voice turned just as depraved as his, “Thank you, Master. Thank you for mating my submissive Pokémon pussy with your superior Human cock."

Her telepathy may be stunted, just as Vee's psychic voice was, but Olin became aware of a faint sensation of gratitude emanating from his Lucario. Good. She should be thankful for her Master's cock. He growled to sublimate his own pleasure, knowing that the effort of rut would require every ounce of his potency. His resolve was long set – Olin was going to mate with his needy bitch until she surrendered to him completely. And every drop of his cum was going straight into this submissive womb, until she was swollen with the semblance of bearing an egg.

He drew back his hips, the drag of her uterus downwards and the whine of pained pleasure that it drew from his slutty Lucario driving him on as instinct took control, the dull sense that he was feeling from her an outcry for more, harder, faster. Her insides belonged to him, willingly presented to be beaten into the shape of the cock that owned her. He pulled back to the puffy entrance, and then thrust down forcibly to again meet the resistance of her cervix, overpowering that barrier again with the battery of his superior maleness.

Lucy's legs trembled at the onslaught, the potent muscles of her insides working against her as every time his cock relented, she clenched up to demand that his next thrust be as rapacious as his first. Her thoughts no longer compared this sex to stolen pleasures, but instead focused on the raw submission of the moment, the sweet surrender of that Pokémon instinct to give herself to her Master, the presentation of her whole being for him to claim. Thrust by thrust, he would fuck her until her spirit melded with the nineteen others diffused into his Aura.

Whorish moans became those of a truly lascivious slut, her upper body collapsing to the ground as she grasped his forearms tightly and rocked back her hips to add more power to already titanic battery. The apex of each thrust was a lewd plap against her puffy spade, her grasping insides dominated over and over again. Her muted feelings and frequent masturbation had rendered even this obscene fucking one in which such fury was required to bring her pleasure, but her Master rose to the occasion with the raw power of a Human Master claiming his Pokémon whore.

At last, his first orgasm arrived, preceded by a river of precum and a snarl of pleasure into the pointed ear of his Lucario, Olin came hard, hilted deep to pour every ounce of his essence into that receptive womb. Lucario howled, heavy ropes of vulgar Human seed flooding her insides as an obscene load of cum was fucked deep inside her. Her pussy twitched, and instinct compelled her to orgasm from the sparking flame of joy that exploded from her in that instant, one emotion defeating her suppression for that fleeting second to revel in the triumph of being claimed so completely.

That was her moment of absolute surrender, an instant of which Olin was instinctually aware. Lucario had become his slut down to her soul, her sexuality entirely bound to him – and the personality which she had reclaimed around that pleasure that of a true whore. His cock throbbed, his heart soaring in victory. Lucy belonged to him, undeniably. And he would enjoy the spoils of this moment.

His cock withdrew slowly, yet even the tight seal of those inner muscles was insufficient to prevent a messy flood of pearlescence flowing out in the wake of his manhood. His disengagement was done solely for this, to force upon Lucario the feeling of his cum running down her thighs and crawling up her abdomen, and his submissive bitch whimpered in acknowledgement of his marking, “Line me back up." He growled his command into her ear, yet his intent to further flood her womb with his seed was stymied when rather than meet the head of his cock with her spongy cookie, instead she positioned him at the indentation of her undertail.

“Good slut." Olin didn't miss a beat. If there was one place in his life where he felt in complete control, endowed with agency and initiative, it was in these moments of rut. His cock was slick with femcum and his own essence, but that was meagre lubrication for such tightness – and for any other Pokémon he would have called out to Krieg for him to hand over some lube. But instinct told him that Lucario liked force, perhaps especially when it was delivered rapaciously and to the point of pain. And while Olin was far from able to deliver the sort of violence that Reynard had once asked of him - he found the idea of this level of roughness to be well within his limits.

Lucy reached beneath herself, grasping at her thighs and parting them further for her Master's cock to find purchase, her cheek grinding against the floor and a whimper in her throat as a forceful downwards shunt began the sheathing of his cock into the Lucario whore. The press of his cock put a terrible pressure onto her insides, her body rocking back and forth, the sloshing cum of her flooded womb compressed, and then slowly, in a gradual trickle, fucked out of her body in a vulgar thickness which clung to the lips of her canine pussy. Soon, the large orbs of her Master came to rest against that creamed cookie, and the hilting of his cock demanded another instinct-forced orgasm to wrack her body.

This was the pleasure of domination, each climax an instinctual submission written by Arceus into the coda of her soul. It did not matter that her emotions were subdued and her body insensitive, when being hatched as a Pokémon was sufficient enough reason for her to gratefully cum around superior Human cock. The drawback of his maleness left a string of essence and femcum linking his orbs to her sloshy cunt, and the powerful thrust that followed drew a lewd and wet slapping noise from their impact.

Why did other Pokémon find that noise so humiliating? Perhaps it was proof of her identity as a slut that she found the affirmation of that plapping, shlicking, slapping, ruinous battery a symphony of pleasure. The sheathing of his cock in her undertail was a meagre delight, and yet the pleasure of it was heightened by the leaking mess of her empty pussy as it clenched on nothing, the seed fucked out of her cunt to run down her body. Pleasure came not from the sensation of the body, but from the submission of being so completely owned, her every needy hole for him to fill, her instincts sparking to force her body into convulsions of desire.

“I'm a slut…" She repeated the words, “I'm a slut… I'm a slut…" Lucy affirmed the identity that she had forged for herself through pleasure, the elements of her sexuality which brought her one step closer to true feelings, “I'm a slut…" Her Master placed his large hand on the back of her head, pressing her cheek deeper into the carpet, his other grasping at her hip for leverage as he dominated her small body completely, “I'm a slut…" She held her thighs spread wide from below, pushing her haunches up higher, her tail crushed by his lower body twitching in an affirming wag, “I'm a slut…" Her empty pussy drooled cum, always seeming to have more of his essence to divest as her own submissive fluids leaked freely, “I'm a slut…"

It was a mantra interrupted by a snarl from above, the deep press of that enormous Human cock, and the raw pleasure of her insides pumped full of his essence. Another climax washed over her, and this one brought with it a similar vague sense of naughtiness that came with her voyeurism. Her empty pussy twitched and grasped an absent cock, a throaty whine was muffled into the carpet, and Olin withdrew his cock to spray the last few thick jets of his copious load over her raised ass as he surveyed a pair of gaped and well-fucked holes.

Such a wonderful sight. Why not share it with the others? Olin leaned back, falling into a seated posture at the edge of the mattress, a small upwards jerk of his head sufficient to compel Lucario into turning. The slight spread of his legs presented his messy cock to her, and instinct drove her into his lap, her tail remaining obediently raised, and Gardevoir immediately commenting, “You did that on purpose! Do you think that we want to see all that mess!?" The enraged Embrace Pokémon crushed her empty energy drink, “What is wrong with you!? Was that really just to provoke me!? Do you think that you're going to make me jealous!? I'm not jealous at all! That Cinderace needs to stop his fucking meddling!" She blinked, realising that she quite rapidly needed to dial things back, “He's completely got the wrong idea! He's mad! Don't you have someone else to be thinking about!?"

Scarcely aware of Gardevoir's psychic ranting at all, Lucario finally surveyed the maleness that had so thoroughly brought her bitch holes to ruin. Pale and thick, a large cock for a large man, nestled in soft golden hair. She pressed her muzzle against it, inhaling deeply to draw into her nostrils the scent of the Human that owned her, the raw masculinity of his potent musk making her pawtoes twitch. She wouldn't have hesitated to devour this cock even if not for the purifying function of Pokéballs which had rendered her insides so clean, immediate in her desperate lapping up of the cloying seed clinging to his maleness.

Another sensation to spark her submissive instincts, the excitement of her breast almost a substitute for genuine emotion, the glazing of her eyes to lust and the thick fog that invaded her mind demanding only more. Lucy knew what sucking cock felt like from her Aura melding, and she had observed it happen in front of her several times as well – yet her sloppy oral remained the amateurish desperation of the virgin that she was until now.

Olin grinned. Good. He quite liked that unpractised dedication, the needy inexperience of a slut so desperate to please her Master. Cunt and crotch. Undertail and ass. His last load was going into her maw and over her face, and the fantasy of that moment gifted him with a scowling Gardevoir when a glance up showed that she had indeed seen it inside his mind. She would probably give a pretty amateur blowjob, too. Giratina's wrath – what he wouldn't give to be able to make her into his final Pokémon.

“I need another energy drink."

Maybe his thoughts were too much, as they compelled her to leave the room. But Olin was deep in rut and easy to lie to even when he wasn't. His attentions returned to Lucy, where they belonged. His slut of a Lucario was reverent in her worship, yet she contrasted with Dusty in the greedy way in which she suckled at his masculinity and huffed at his crotch so deeply. Her legs were rubbing together, but her paws did not remove themselves from his thighs for even a moment, every bit of her focus entirely on her Master's cock.

Cute. But she was never going to make him cum like that, and Lucy had made quite clear that she liked to be taken roughly. She froze, swallowing hard as her Master took her head into his hands, bracing her small muzzle inside his grasp and pressing the head of his cock into her mouth, “Relax your throat. If you need me to be gentle, then tap my leg."

It was a pointless instruction, and Olin knew full well that she'd let him fuck her throat regardless, but he followed it up with a narrowing of his eyes which made clear that he was serious about this. Even this mild brutality pressed against his limits, and he had no desire to truly hurt his partner or ruin this moment by seizing his pleasure at the disregard of hers. Acknowledgement came in the slight clearing of her glazed eyes, will and determination returning to them.

Lucy blinked. Yes. All of her holes belonged to Master. And she would use every ounce of her remaining will to brace herself against his muzzlefucking like a good bitch. Her nostrils flared, and unable to speak, she repeated her mantra in her head, “I'm a slut…" The head of his cock rested against her broad tongue, “I'm a slut…" Her jaws were parted wide as he pushed deeper, “I'm a slut…" she held her breath, her throat bulging as the scar mark left behind by her collar was revealed through the fur, “I'm a slut…" his orbs rested against her chin.

It took four more attempts before she was able to take a breath with a cock pressing deep into her throat, and another three on top of that before she could find enough of a rhythm to sustain his muzzlefucking. Pokémon were resilient creatures, fast to learn new skills, and Lucy showed her potential as her Master's slut by gaining proficiency in this technique quickly.

Again, this was an instinctual pleasure, wrought not of the stimulation of the body or connection of emotions, but the raw submission of being so completely mastered. For some Pokémon, their bonding to a Human came through friendship, companionship, the shared experience of battle, the professional ties of their field – but for Lucario and every one of Olin's team, this surrender was a sexual one. Mating was the beginning of their relationship – and… her thoughts spiralled… maybe if she sucked this cock well enough, she could feel the same love that they all did as well.

Or maybe the Lucario slut just wanted an excuse to apply herself even more whorishly to her task.

His pace became a rapacious fury, and Olin as well found his own instinctual pleasure through this act of domination, so deeply in tune with his own instincts that this carnal supremacy was enough to usher him towards climax. His leonine countenance was a snarling shadow as his golden mane fell over his eyes, his final orgasm a final marking as he poured his essence down the throat of his Lucario slut. But as he tried to pull back to fulfil his fantasy of the remainder going over her face, he found that the grasp of her paws was iron against his thighs, the pulsing gulping of her throat drinking down every last drop of his seed, her eyes half-closed in focus as she indulged herself in her Master.

Olin gave a slight sigh, his heavy breathing equalising as his body relaxed. Instinct told him that he had no chance at all of dislodging Lucario until his cock had entirely softened, and if she kept up that worshipful attention, then that would be some time yet. The absolute mess of fluids beneath her demonstrated an untouched climax of absolute submission that he'd not even noticed, and it deepened his lecherous grin, “Well done, Lucy…" But then his smile softened, “Thank you for choosing me as your Master."

Far away from that tender moment, Gardevoir floated through the crowded corridors of the Lastwall Campaign Headquarters, dodging Smeargle and his handful of illustrations, almost colliding with Chatot as she glided up into the air to avoid the Humans below. She returned to the drawing room to find Ace still puzzling over his catalogue, and she scowled at him as he looked up, venom on her lips, “Shut up."

“I didn't say anything."

She opened her mouth, and then paused. Why was she here? What was she supposed to say? Why had that brief moment in which Olin had looked at her with such genuine yearning driven her to this lunacy? Gardevoir ground her teeth together. Did she come to ask for help? What was she even hoping for? Whatever her feelings were, she couldn't trust a Human. Her nose twitched, just like Olin's did. She hated that. The idea of acquiring a habit from that man. As if it was some proof of something that she couldn't possibly admit.

“Forget it."

Her resolve failed, and she fled.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User Saxton for the name Lucy, User Greenhoof for helping talk with me about ideas for Lucario until this chapter came together, and User NoNoNope for all of the help with battles and how the flow of combat should play out next entry! Lucario finally had her chapter! And while she may have had a bit of an awakening as a slut, she's still got a long way to go, only feeling emotions dimly even when in the throes of pleasure. Though her Pokemon instinct helps her out some. I want to use this as the foundation of building her up more over time, with intimacy slowly unlocking her feelings as she becomes more than just 'Master's Slut' and evolves into a complete person. I've been a bit worried about Lucario for a while, and hope that her entry was worth the wait. Similarly to how Dusty got a second entry to advance his arc by using his other form as the focus, I want to eventually do a Lucario II with Mega Lucario to give Lucy her equalising entry. This one is only the first step! I really hope that those reading this story enjoyed it!

Special thanks to User Johnnyd1988 who has become quite the frequent first commenter. User SnakeBussyorSnubussy for the amazing support and the inspiration of Devon. User CapitalC who I hope is feeling better. User Greenhoof again for the amazing support, and all of the PMs. User AdvancedCBMaster - tell me how Axel and Arcanine are getting along! User NoNoNope for the tremendous support, and all of that working out for battles - I really appreciate it. And User WinterWolf87, for the fun of Saito!

Sylveon didn't do tremendously well (and is the first story to lose some star rating, which has knocked my morale a little bit), so I'm gonna take that as a sign to keep things generally human/pokemon focused as those seem to be the way to go! Next up, I want to get the Spring Tournament underway, and try another double feature with male Aggron/Tyranitar, as well as using the amazing work of NoNoNope to take another crack at writing a battle to precede the lewd scene.

My question for you is for what follows that. I'm going to need a good female Warrior Pokemon, and there have been some really good suggestions already. I'd quite like to do something either avian or equine, with the current placeholder being Corviknight! I'd really appreciate your ideas as always, as well as things like the team that might be around this lady Pokemon, her strategy, and especially kinks! Interesting kinks for the lewds make interesting stories!

As always, thanks for every fave, vote, watch, folder sub, comment, and read. It's because of your kind words, support, and amazing ideas that I'm able to write this series at all, and I'm really grateful to you all for sticking with a story that's ending up pretty damn long! Thank you for being such awesome people, thank you for reading, and I hope you continue to enjoy this story.

Have a most excellent day.