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The double doors of Lastwall Mansion parted to the urgent heave of Gideon Gladhand, a hearty, “Bwahahaha!" announcing his entrance to the building. In his wake, Haxorus and Garchomp supported a delirious Olin, each large Pokémon tucked beneath the arm of a giant of a man not dissimilar to them in size. His clothing was shredded, the dayglo orange waterproofs in tatters not only from his encounter with Salazzle, but the rather rough transit from the foothills of Mount Wesson – beginning in the claws of flying Noivern and ending here, unceremoniously dumped at the foot of the sweeping staircase of Krieg's home.

Gideon gave a slight sigh of relief, sealing away the midafternoon sun as he closed the doors behind them, breathing deep the familiar scent of brass polish and old wood. Oak panelling lined the walls, antiques and artworks in abundance along the corridors, and the floor a crimson carpet scuffed by the heavy claws of his Pokémon. He turned to the man lying between them now, “No need to worry, my friend! The aroma of the Meganium flower is the counter to Salazzle pheromones – I heard it from a perfumer once! And I am sure that I spotted that Pokémon on the grounds the last time I was here for afternoon tea! We'll have you fixed up in a jiffy! Ah – and apologies again for that tranquiliser dart! I was quite out of other options! Bwahahaha!"

There was a concerned intensity to his usual bluster, the Dragon Type Master taking for himself another moment to review the situation. Aura was not a widely understood phenomenon, and most of his comprehension of this abundance of spirit was based on his own experiences. Even the dimmest glow in a Human was so rare that there might only be a single example of the power in an entire country. And yet, Olin had an Aura glow as well – it was this which had made him so susceptible to Salazzle pheromones, enough for this lustful state to linger in such intensity as the effect intermingled with his spirit.

“I am sorry, Olin. It never occurred to me as even a possibility that you may have even the mildest trace of an Aura. This is all my fault…" His voice increased in volume, his words ever more dramatic, “It is a failure for a Knight to so recklessly endanger his comrades! Damn it all! I did this to you!" He made his outcry to the chandelier, as overacted as an amateur on his first stage.

But then, he blinked, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, and just for a moment his blood ran cold. His hand instinctively drew a Pokéball, even with two powerful Dragons already present, as such potent murderous intent washed over him that he was driven to unleash Sylph in his defence.

“What. Have. You. Done. To. My. Olin."

The psychic voice was truly vicious, such piercing ice that Gideon forgot that no Pokémon could harm a Human. His memory lurched to the crushing void of a year past, the terrible blackness which he had once confronted. A good thing that he was a quick thinker, and had learned how to deal with Gardevoir, despite being rather newly acquainted. Disarmingly, he confronted that menace with charm, “Ahem! 'Your Olin'!? Bwahahaha! Finally being honest, are we!?"

The Embrace Pokémon had appeared at the top of the sweeping staircase, summoned by the noise of Gideon's proclamations and now having her righteous fury undercut by his jibe. Anger turned immediately to embarrassment, “No! Shut up! You idiot man! Your Dragon-obsessed brain misinterpreted me, that is all!" The oppressive atmosphere mostly dissipated, “I don't even care! Actually, it's very convenient for me if that brute is hurt! I was just thinking about practicing my Heal Pulse today - so, you shall stand aside and allow me to fix whatever is wrong with him!" Her psychic voice had a mildly frantic edge to it, and there remained the smallest threat of power, her body language giving away desperate concern, “Move. Now. You're in the way!"

Gideon hesitated for a moment. The Aura of his friend was not his secret to reveal, and the solution remained the same. His words were not exactly a lie, “Gardevoir, my Lady – Olin here has had quite the reaction to Salazzle pheromones! There is a Meganium within the Guide Project is there not!? I think there is a chance not only to counteract the effect, but also to satisfy his lust!" He then gave a slight grin, forced though it was, “Although… I suppose the gentle touch of a Gardevoir would be just as effective! How about it!? Will you share your soothing embrace with 'your Olin'? He spent much of the trip back here muttering about 'snapping Gardevoir's choker', you know!?"

Her eye twitched, “How dare you! Stop saying that! He is not my Olin! I don't care about him at all! Me? Mate with that pervert? Are you insane!? And the choker would not snap that way, anyway – it had to stretch enough to get over my head for me to wear it in the first place! Not that I even have a lacy choker at all! That would be insane! I simply tried one on once! Stop grinning like a fool!" She stamped her foot in fury, “I hate him! I hate Humans! I hate you all! Every one of you should fuck off and die! Now get out of my way so that I can heal my Olin!" Another twitch, “Damn you! I didn't mean to say that! He is not mine!"

Despite his concern for Olin, that was enough to make Gideon's smile genuine, “Bwahahaha! Well, I shall not stand in the path of such dedicated affection!" He recalled the trio of Dragon Pokémon, “I used a tranquiliser to put him into a daze! He should be coming out of it soon, though! You can take care of 'your Olin' while I hunt down this Meganium!" That earned a furious look, one which was ignored, “Ah, but do be aware! The lustful effects of Salazzle pheromones are very potent!"

Her scowl sent Gideon into retreat, off to find his target Pokémon on the grounds, and Gardevoir levitated down the stairs to pause before the prone Human, “I know you're awake." She folded her arms, “Why don't you open your eyes? Bastard. Were you enjoying my embarrassment!? What is wrong with your mind!? It's too much of a mess for me to read!"

Olin kept his eyes squeezed shut. He'd been drifting into and out of consciousness for a while, but felt his senses return more completely after having the chance to lie down in the familiar surrounds of Lastwall Mansion. He gave a slight grin, “Hey, Gardevoir… you're as cute as always…" His voice was forcibly restrained, “I'm uh… a bit worried that if I open my eyes and see you, I, uh… I don't know if I can control myself." He gave a slight huff of mirth, “Those pheromones are strong stuff! I'm… fuck, I'm so desperate to fuck that it actually hurts!"

She gave a slight sigh, glancing back and forth across the foyer to find them quite alone. Krieg was at campaign headquarters for the day, and Gideon would surely be some time, “Do you think yourself a threat to me? I do not imagine for a second that you would throw yourself at me under any circumstances." She took a seat on the bottom step, carefully surveying the condition of the man before her. Torn clothing, face flushed crimson and scrunched up with effort, his fingers twisted into the carpet, body battered. Damn it. Damn this buffoon! Damn the hypocrisy of her own concern for a member of the race she so despised! At least he couldn't see the conflict of her expression.

Salazzle pheromones, huh? Maybe there was an opportunity here? Would it make her a bad Pokémon if she took advantage of this moment? Gardevoir had come to accept her attraction to this man, not that she would ever admit it to anyone. She absolutely, positively, definitely, had not fallen in love! This was just a sex thing! Her indulgencies as a passenger through the Psychic Network whenever Vee mated with him was nothing but evidence of a healthy sex drive! Her concern for his injuries and his mental state were… just her worrying that the object of her fantasies might become damaged!

So what if he saw through her in ways that no other could? So what if the memory of their kiss crowned every shameful session of guilty masturbation? So what that the idea of someone hurting him had driven her to such fury that she had been ready to fight three Dragons? It didn't mean anything! Olin was nothing but a fantasy! She'd never actually mate with him for real! Not unless she absolutely had to… the need would have to be very dire…

Maybe Gideon wouldn't be able to find Meganium. If that happened… then would she have to mate with Olin after all? Well, of course… it would be because it was an emergency. Definitely not because it was what she wanted. Gardevoir was not some loose slut of a Pokémon like that whore Delphox! She swallowed. What was he imagining right now inside that lustful state? What would he do to her if she gave him the chance? His mind was too chaotic to read, but she had to know, and she summoned up a convenient lie to find out, “I'm going to use Heal Pulse. I need you to open yourself up to me for it to work."

“How do I do that?"

Gardevoir placed the cool side of her unopened energy drink against his forehead, “Your mind is unstable from whatever has happened to you. I need you to talk for me. Stream of consciousness. Whatever is going through your head, put it into words." Olin wasn't the type to think any more deeply about such a directive, he'd just trust her enough to do as she said. Easy. Here was an opportunity at last to focus his thoughts onto her, and her future fantasies would have the benefit of clarity.

His fingers flexed, “Hell no!" Olin cringed, “T-those pheromones… You don't wanna know what I'm thinking!" He took a deep breath, trying to gather up his control of himself, “Giratina's wrath, Gardevoir. Keep out of my head… you'll be pissed off at me forever!"

She scoffed, pressing harder despite how unsettled his condition had made her, “Do you think your current thoughts any worse than your usual perverted delusions? Compared to that Devon person that Reynard won't shut up about, you're entirely tame!" She slowly rolled the cold can against his forehead, tender in the motion, “Don't for a second think that I'm doing this for you! Stay all cut up and bruised for all I care! I just want to practice my Heal Pulse! That's all! It's not like I want to help you or anything! I hate Humans! I'm only doing this because I feel like it! I'm not worried about you! I don't care that you're hurt! I'm not freaking out! You're freaking out!"

“Damn it…" He groaned, resistance crumbling, “You're so kind, even when you're trying to hide it. You're such a good Pokémon. I wish I could be your Master." Olin swallowed, “Don't… say I didn't warn you."

She almost faltered. Panic and concern for him nearly defeated her own lustful agenda. His own genuine compliment nearly making her melt. How ridiculous. What would she even say if he were to ask to become her Master? No. He never would. Reynard's fortune telling had already laid bare the only signal that he was ever going to understand. And if he did ask, she could certainly refuse him! Definitely! Absolutely!

Probably.

Probably? Fuck. No! She seethed inwardly, demanding that she not get caught up in the moment and do something drastic. Her attraction to this man was purely sexual! Every sweet word, every kind thought, the hurt he felt at the prospect of saying goodbye – it was all fake. It must be. A Human will make you believe that they love you, and then throw you away with a smile. None of them could be trusted. Not even Olin. But… it was getting harder and harder to maintain that argument, every time he was sweet. A rumble in his throat brought her attention back to him, ending the line of thought.

“I can't get that kiss out of my head." He scowled it out as if it were venom drawn from his blood. Olin remained with enough of a sense of self to know that now probably wasn't the best time to lay bare his own recently realised feelings, and so obscured them with precisely the perversion she was hoping for, “I can't get the thought of you wearing that lacy choker out of my head either!" His fingers tore at the carpet, and he committed at last, “I want to see what's underneath that psychic interference! I want to play with your chest, and stir up that virgin pussy with my fingers until you melt! I want you to surrender to me completely, every part of you mine – before I even begin mating with you!"

Gardevoir shifted her can against his forehead, her arm trembling. Her usual response would be to rebuke Olin for the foulness of a fantasy which she had frankly seen in his head more than once already. But this was not the objective this time. Here was an excuse to see how deep those thoughts went, and to commit them all to her memory. If that made her a bad Pokémon, she could accept it. She would prod him along this path until he said everything that she wanted to hear, “How…" She paused for a moment, and then, “…would you make me surrender?"

The dam had been breached, and with his filter obliterated, Olin unleashed his thoughts in a great cascade, “I'd pin you down and kiss you! Take your chest in my hand and learn your body! I think you secretly like perverted stuff, so I'd say all sorts of lewd things into your ear! I'd make sure that my thigh was between your legs, because I know that you'd rub against it – and I'd tease you for that!" He snarled, scrunching up his face, “I'd make you spread your cunt and ask me to make you cum – and after I'd warmed you up with my tongue, I'd twist my fingers into you, and use your pussy until it made the lewd sloppy noise that would make you go red with embarrassment!"

She swallowed. His fantasies were hardly well articulated. The delivery was actually quite amateur. But they were certainly earnest. It annoyed her that he was probably right as well. She would grind against his thigh, and it would embarrass her. Gardevoir imagined herself in that position, taken to her back, her hands behind her knees, holding herself exposed to him, her psychic interference removed for him to observe her. The humiliation of seeing his expression turn lecherous as he twisted his fingers into her needy cunt. Wet and desperate. As much as it was now.

His eyes remained closed. Her hand slowly drifted to her crotch, “How depraved. You're such a disgusting man. Do you think that I would bow to you so easily? How small your opinion of me!" A slow breath, “And… then what?"

“I'd get you to line me up." His muscles tensed, “I know you'd fuck it up. You're a virgin. But I think you'd make such a cute face if I teased you about it. I'd look into your eyes while I made you mine. And little by little, I'd turn missionary into mating press! I'd fuck so much cum into your womb that you'd think you had an egg in there! And I know you're the type to wrap your arms and legs around me and beg for more!"

Very careful, she lowered the can of energy drink down over his forehead to cover his eyes, closed as they were. One extra barrier in case he looked, “I would not 'fuck it up'. I know perfectly well what I'm doing! How dare you assume that I would reciprocate such rapaciousness with intimacy!". Her fingers were inside her cunt, the slow rocking of her seated body back and forth a wonderful grind, “And… then?"

“I'd fuck you until you became a lewd Pokémon. Mine. I'd flip you onto your front, and I'd make you line me up again. I'd make you ask me to fuck the wrong hole. I'd make you want it. I'd make you beg for it. And I'd force you to look down yourself when the pressure of my cock inside you made the cum I'd pumped into your womb pour out from your cunt and over your thighs!" His arms shook, “I'd make you hold open your gaped cum-leaking holes and say thank you! And then I'd have you clean my cock with your tongue – and fuck your throat until that lacy choker snapped!"

Feeble though the description was, and surprisingly vanilla in premise, the ideas were certainly evocative. Gardevoir imagined herself that wilful slut, trying on the idea of that version of herself like a costume. She would never surrender so shamelessly, would she? Anal? Really? On her very first time? And she would be so broken by pleasure that she'd suck his cock clean? She scrunched up her face, ground her teeth together, and ensured that her orgasm was as silent as it was potent, a psychic sublimation of the senses making sure that the moan which she could not entirely suppress did not reach Olin.

“Gardevoir… did you do it? The… Heal Pulse?"

Shit. The Move manifested as a wave of pink energy, flowing outwards to rain down onto Olin's body. Little by little, the bruises faded, the cuts sealed up, every scuff and scratch brought to nothing, “It's done." The man looked remarkably embarrassed, having unloaded quite the litany of desires, and with a slight smile, she spoke, “As expected of such a depraved pervert! Of course, I can accept this time that it was only because of the Salazzle pheromones! Your mind feels a little clearer now. There is no need to feel ashamed… But of course, I do expect you to repay me for listening to such… vile words… with a fancy coffee! And... a grovelling apology!"

She drew back her can, but rather than open it, Gardevoir placed it at her side, “Um…" A filler word in psychic conversation was quite rare, evidence of her disordered thoughts. Giratina's hate! What had she just done!? This was the sort of thing that some lewd whore of a Pokémon would do, not an upstanding individual like her! Shame scorched her cheeks. She had just compelled a fantasy from Olin and then masturbated right in front of him. Was her desire really so strong?

A rogue thought found purchase in her mind: Why wait for Meganium? She could fix him up right now. “You know…" Her heart was beating far too quickly, her breath in gasps, her eyes wild, “Everything that you've just said. If it's with you, then I don't think it would be so b-“

“Bwahahaha! I found Meganium!" The sound of Gideon's return brought clarity to the fuzzy thoughts that were trailing through her head. Arceus' grace. Was she about to suggest that she mate with Olin!? She sprang to her feet, levitation launching her some distance away from the prone man, “Oh!? Am I interrupting something!?"

“Not at all, you dragon-obsessed fool!" Her voice was rather harsh, enough to get quite the quizzical look from the Grass Type Pokémon marching in Gideon's wake, “I'm simply surprised that you found Meganium so quickly! And that any Pokémon would even want to mate with this depraved pervert in the first place! His mind is disgusting and twisted! Any Pokémon that lowers themselves to even touching him must be mad!"

The Pokémon in question gave a slight shrug, “'Sup, lady." They spoke casually, their voice a drawl “Chill, girl. No need to get so worked up…" Meganium stomped over, pausing at the bottom of the staircase and sniffing the air, “Hey, I can smell some perfume of your own here. Cool. Most Pokémon tend to get the marking on the body, but you've made your point. This Human is yours? Fine with me, I guess. As long as I still get a good mating…"

“That Human is not mine! Why does everyone keep saying that!?" Gardevoir used telekinesis to retrieve her can of Powerthirst before Meganium could stomp it, “Damn it! I hate when Pokémon are so casual about this sort of thing!" She fell into sitting at the top stair, glaring down at proceedings below, “We are not a race of sluts and whores! Why is everyone so damned pleased to bend over to be mated by Humans? The moment that sex is on the table, none of you can wait to spread your legs! But not me! I'm not some easy Pokémon!"

“Oh, you're gonna watch though? That's cool. Whatever gets your cunt wet. Just don't harsh my vibe, 'kay? You Psychic Types are all way too serious. Not gonna lie – it's kinda weird when you act like Humans… If you wanna fuck, just fuck. Why get so hung up on it?" Olin had pulled himself into a sitting posture, finally opening his eyes while fighting to restrain his lust, “'Sup, dude. I'm Meganium. I ain't got a given name or anything. I hear Pokémon that mate with you get adopted. So I'm here for a good dicking – then you can recommend me to one of your Human pals. One that likes plenty of sex and is super chill would be nice. I like the sun, and I like cock. Pussy is pretty nice, too. I ain't much more complicated than that…"

He looked up, “Hey, angry girl? If you're gonna watch me mate, can you translate for me? That'd be swell." Meganium oozed confidence, entirely in his stride as all of the tension seemed to just flow past him, “Oh, this dude have a run-in with a Salazzle? Neat. I'm in for a good time, then…"

Gardevoir cringed. She couldn't quite decide if this overwhelmingly relaxed Pokémon was better or worse than the too-energetic Kommo-o. With a sigh, she decided that she hated them both, “He just introduced himself. Meganium is looking forward to mating with you. He hopes you'll help him get adopted afterwards." Olin opened his mouth, “You're about to say that he doesn't need to mate with you if he just wants help finding a Human of his own – but the truth is that he absolutely wants to mate. For Arceus' sake, Olin! You need to do this to recover from those pheromones – there is a time and a place for that good guy shit! Why are you like this!?"

Meganium tilted his head slightly, “Ah. I get it. It ain't just mating for you. You're in love or something. Good for you, I guess. I hope you have lots of eggs." The Psychic Fairy opened her drink, pretending not to hear, “I hear having a Human mate is pretty rad. Wouldn't mind one myself…"

The man in the tattered clothes grit his teeth, “Hello, I'm Olin. If it's alright, I'd like to mate with you." He braced himself, “I'm sorry. I might be a little rough… These pheromones really did a number on me…"

“That's cool, dude. I got just the thing to make you chill."

The Herb Pokémon was nearly as tall as Olin, though quite an amount heavier. The pale green saurian flicked his antennae to disperse a little golden dust, and dropped his barrel-like body to the ground beside Olin. A slight heave sent him onto his side, stubby tail waggling as he showed off his underside, his pink and yellow flower mane abundant in pollen. A small flutter of those petals dispersed the calming scent, compelling all present to breathe in deep, a soothing aroma like dewy grass and sunshine, sweet flowers and honeysuckle, it brought peace even to Olin, removing some of the tension from his muscles.

“That's enough to get you started, I guess…" Meganium drawled, “Scent is how we attract a mate. So, if you wanna breathe in what's gonna make you most chill…" He shifted his hips slightly, and then rolled entirely onto his back, quadrupedal limbs held loosely in the air, “You know where to go, my dude…"

That hardly required a translation. Ahead of the indentation of their undertail was a long slit, a press of tightly sealed scales that was almost invisible against their body. Enough clarity of mind had returned to Olin for his lust to be manageable, and he took several more deep breaths of the drifting pollen to ensure that he was in full control of himself. Gardevoir looked on from the top of the stairs still fuming, Gideon had taken a seat nearby, holding up a tablet to record the session for Krieg to make his Guide Project notes – and Meganium looked quite expectant as well.

Hands were quickly placed on either side of that slit, “I've been waiting my turn for a while, dude… Scolipede and Arcanine really made me look forward to this bit…" The Pokéspeak was unintelligible to Olin, but there was a slight undercurrent of eagerness from the tone and the subtle body language which made their want clear. Well, he was hardly going to let them down. His conversation with Gardevoir had left him very worked up, and even with the pollen suppressing the lust of Salazzle pheromones, he remained incensed with desire. But just like in his previous encounter, he loved this part too much to let himself run away with anything else until he was ready!

The last male slit that he'd had the opportunity to enjoy was Seviper, and the Pokémon in question already had some specific desires in mind for that. This time, Olin was free to do as he wished, and he pushed down the pheromone induced urge to simply put his cock under their cute little tail, to instead take advantage of this chance. He expected the pale green flesh to have the consistency of scale, but touching Meganium felt like touching an oak leaf without the veins – a slightly waxy feeling there as well. He parted their slit with his thumbs, a long line of pink revealed, as featureless as a draconic pussy, minus the pronounced lips and overwhelming wetness. The tightness made it difficult for him to see much more than the just groove, but there was surely more in there, made evident by the wave of soft flesh.

That sweet scent assailed his nostrils yet again, different here than at the flower mane, a little heavier, a little harsher, a little muskier. It lingered in the back of his throat as he breathed in, tempering his arousal with clear thought, the same feeling in his sinuses that one might find when stepping outside into nature after a spring shower. He placed his tongue at the base, cleaving upwards with a single long drag to find the slightest sweetness in flavour, like sugar water. One of Meganium's hind legs twitched, the inner flesh of their slit bearing some level of sensitivity, it drew from the Pokémon a rather deep murr of pleasure.

Not a bad reaction at all. This was his first Grass Type, and even now was the beginnings of a flavour as distinct as all other Pokémon had been for him thus far, that mild sugary sweetness reminding him of the fluid drawn from a tapped tree. It proved tantalising enough to draw from him another powerfully cleaving lick, and then another, each drag of his tongue rewarded with the smallest grasp of four sets of white claws, and the twitch of a hindleg. While not invoking the moans of pleasure and wetness of a grateful pussy, this male slit was its own unique gratification, evidence of Meganium's enjoyment of the attention encouragement for Olin to ponder the unique task before him with greater thought.

Too tight for him to spread wide to delve into their depths as he would any other reptilian slit, he found that the fluttering of his tongue against the small amount of exposed pink flesh was effective in drawing out the best reactions, a more thorough engagement of that small amount of sensitivity. Another long drag rewarded him with more of that watery, sweet fluid. After growing so used to the abundance of femcum that seemed to gush from every Pokémon pussy he'd tasted thus far, this meagre amount proved itself rather precious, every drop fought for with burgeoning desire.

Another dull murring noise accompanied a slight change within that slit, the slight broadening of the accessible flesh which allowed Olin to at last delve a little deeper. The spread of his thumbs had little effect, all that his tongue could reach dictated entirely by the trembling haunches of Meganium, rewarding his efforts with a slight upwards buck and a grander expanse of muted pink. His lips could at last press beyond the leaf-like scale, and as he found purchase against the core of their slit, he formed a seal and suckled gently, his tongue tracing against a slight bump in the lower reaches.

“You're pretty good, dude…" Meganium's antennae flickered as he shifted his head to observe the Human worshipping his slit, a little more golden dust from them scattered, the scent of his flower deepening, “Doing my best here not to get hard so you can mess with my slit more… Kinda tough, though…" His hindleg twitched as Olin's suction drew at sensitive inner flesh, “Fuck, dude… feels way better than my vines…"

Despite the best effort of Meganium, the inside of their slit was certainly changing form. It felt less like the everted hemipenes of Seviper, and more like the growth of Lycanroc's cock from his sheath. At the heart of that pale pink, a single droplet of much heavier syrup crowned the burgeoning maleness, and Olin evaluated the taste as he drew it into his mouth. As thick as honey, floral and sweet, this was enough to entirely sublimate the usual muskiness of sexual fluids. Delicious. Not in the way that arousal and sexuality made palatable the fluids of his other partners, but delicious in the sense that he would happily spread this over a scone and have it with tea.

The texture against his tongue had changed, for now available to him inside this slit was the tip of a distinctly alien cock. Four small protrusions, each perhaps a centimetre long, spread outwards to crown the urethra precisely like the stigma of a flower, the slightest yield to them as Olin ran his tongue over that spot of pleasure. Another twitch of the leg, and a frustrated sound as Meganium fought his arousal to enjoy the pleasure of his slit for longer. Olin scarcely wished to rush himself, but the taste of precious nectar urged him on, and soon enough of that maleness was revealed for him to take the tip into his mouth.

The floral flavours cut the sweetness into ambrosia, a soothing taste which further returned clarity to his thoughts, relaxing the tension from his body and sublimating the Salazzle pheromones into a manageable arousal – ravenous though the feeling remained. The shaft thinned as Meganium further emerged from his slit, the drag of Olin's thumbs and encouragement of his mouth and tongue assisting in the revelation of their cock. It grew larger under his ministrations, the base bulging outwards in a bulb not dissimilar to a knot – yet nowhere near as pronounced. It was only when the mass of it made the slit no longer accessible at all that Olin paused to properly survey what his attentions had wrought.

Large. This was the first cock that he'd ever seen on a Pokémon that overshadowed his own, the obscene mass as broad and long as his entire forearm, the shape akin to the pistil of a flower, from the stigma tip, the style shaft, and down to a knot-like base. Meganium seemed amused at this pause in which his maleness was observed, “You go a couple of generations of breeding rather than fighting, and you start seeing bigger dicks. That really grew out when I evolved." Another droplet of heavy syrup emerged from the tip, “I hear most Breeding Centres only do generations of females though, so I'm kinda rare. Hope you like what you see, dude. Oh yeah, you can't understand me. Angry girl? Can you ask your mate if he's chill about my cock?"

“He is not my mate!" Gardevoir fumed, “That thing looks obscene on a Pokémon! Don't you hold a grudge against Humans for breeding enough males in your line to make you a freak!?"

Meganium shrugged, his shoulders against the carpet, “I kinda like having a big dick…" A tongue was applied to the side of his length, drawn upwards to the tip which Olin pulled into his mouth to enjoy the unique shape of that stigma star, “Fuck… no need to translate… I guess he likes it after all."

Here was a treat that Olin intended to take his time with. The pleasure of a slit was a gentle prelude, and now was revealed quite the prize to enjoy. The Meganium seemed quite placid, simply lying back and enjoying himself while he was tended to, and perhaps that sort of receptive partner was best when one was under the effect of Salazzle pheromones still. Olin's desire was growing strong, a lust which he could scarcely contain, and it was only the elixir of Grass Type cum on his tongue which beat down his need into something manageable. A self-imposed torture of denial. Perhaps Dusty or Mewt would enjoy this sort of thing in a more considered form – that large Mewtwo cock or knotted Lycanroc dick locked inside cages.

Olin however had a limit to his own sense of pleasure through anticipation, and he fought it off by rushing Meganium towards his first orgasm. His hands closed around the alien length, the texture of soft flesh tender and a little spongey, a maleness that was not quite as hard as others, applying pressure up and down the large cock. His tongue lapped up each droplet of nectar as it came, plying careful attention to the stigma star, and the Pokémon below began at last to moan, a very slight roll of his hips back and forth now accompanying the grasp of his claws and flexing of his undertail.

“That's… dude… you're gonna make me…" His antennae scattered golden powder, his flower fluttered as if in a strong wind, and with a throaty moan, Meganium reached an obscene climax. Olin's mouth overflowed with thick syrupy cum, the man forced to back off lest he be overwhelmed as the breeding heritage of this Pokémon was displayed by an even more copious amount of liquid pleasure ejaculated over their belly. It took three swallows to clear his maw, and the taste lingered, strong and sweet.

Orgasm had changed the nature of the Pokémon, a slight blush and the cant of their hips a demonstration of submissive need, and Olin tore away what remained of his ruined clothes to drape his own pulsing maleness alongside the pistil-like length. Meganium's advantage over him was clear, yet still the Pokémon quailed in submission, their cock superior in size yet somehow diminished in presence and masculinity. Olin leaned over him, a presence which oozed with the dominant potency of humanity, the promise of command, the control of a species which demanded surrender and supplication. It was enough for Meganium to need to look away, submissive instinct forcing him to yield, making his undertail twitch and his insides throb with need. His cock leaked a line of male surrender down to his belly, and his mouth opened to pant as his body warmed.

It was a truth of his nature that he had no intention of fighting, the promise of a pleasure very different to that which could be found amongst his own kind. This was submission in its rawest form, intoxicating beyond measure, and what had began as casual rut was now changed into a desire to be owned completely, to bow down to Human mastery, superior masculinity, the domination of a real male.

At the top of the stairs, Gardevoir huffed, observing inside the mind of Meganium every one of these thoughts. There it was again. That moment in which a Pokémon bowed to a Human, overcome by the promise of pleasure and the allure of submission. Would that happen to her if she dared to wear that lacy choker in the presence of Olin? With one hand he now pumped the cock of the downed Grass Type, the other gathering up a mess of syrupy cum to twist two fingers beneath his tail and begin that sensuous torture that she had seen so many times now.

And just like every other time, she could not look away. Olin squeezed that twitching maleness as a body-shaking climax thundered over the Meganium, gathering yet more of their liquid submission to further lubricate their insides for his ceaseless probing. He was learning their every spot of pleasure, making a game of their body. The Pokémon was dreaming of their cock, how it would feel in comparison to those fingers, wondering if Olin had shown it off so early to invoke this need in them, their whole body screaming out for a thorough mating with desperate need.

The scent of the flower had changed, the soothing and mind clearing freshness of it now shot through with an alluring male submission, “Dude… you gotta mate with me… fuck…" Meganium moaned softly, the twisting of experienced fingers churning the nectar lubricating his undertail into a mess, “Fuck… angry girl… tell him I… need that cock… I'm losing my chill… fuck… gonna…!"

Another submissive orgasm to paint his chest, his cock pumped hard and the upwards press of Human fingers bearing down hard onto his bitch button. The panting desperation of the Pokémon, the blush of need and the glazed eyes of a fantasising male, the moaning gasps and scent of submission – it was more than Olin could bear. He grabbed at the hips of Meganium, pressing the head of his cock against their undertail, and with not an ounce of restraint he sheathed himself in a single stroke.

“F-FUCK!" It was the first exclamation from Meganium which was not a mellow drawl, the pain of penetration melded with the pleasure of taking the unyielding iron of a Human cock empowered by Salazzle pheromones into throbbing desperation. Olin did not pause for a moment, a gasp of pleasure and tensing of his muscles the beginning of an immediate and furious rut, “I'm! – ah, dude! – It's – sensitive there! – take it – easy!"

Gardevoir scoffed, “For a Pokémon with such an obscenely large dick, you cum real easy from getting fucked under the tail." She took a few sips of her energy drink, pressing her legs together as she denied her own fantasies of being in that same position, “You look stupid making a mess of your own chest like that. A loose Meganium like you should be ashamed of yourself!"

The response was quite the throaty moan. It was hard to get used to the savage rut, the muscles of the large man bulging as he grappled with their lower body for purchase, his every thrust a core-gouging pleasure which fucked a steady line of male submission from their inferior cock, “Damn… angry girl… you gotta try this dick!" He whined upwards, “Maybe… take the stick… out of your ass… so this guy can fuck it…" Meganium found some effort of his own, pushing back his hips receptively as he worked to find the rhythm of pleasure, “A good cum… might make you… less of a bitch… Ah – fuck!"

Another messy climax. This was by far the most productive male that Olin had encountered, the soft velvet of their insides squeezing hard around his cock and dragging out of him an orgasm of his own. He didn't miss a stroke, pumping his essence deep into their core and fucking it into a froth of lewd desire. Meganium thrashed at the sensation of it, “Ah – that's a good creampie… fuck… can feel it all inside me… shit… maybe I like cock more than pussy after all… I'll be a good tailraiser for you… fuck… feels so good to cum without my dick being touched…"

Olin grit his teeth. He'd fought off the call to sate his lust for a long time, but no longer could the soothing pollen sublimate his desire and allow him the pleasure of more gentle foreplay. He looked down over the Pokémon he'd buried his cock in, quadrupedal limbs helpless in the air, their countenance one of submission, their lewd maleness leaking over their chest into a pool of liquid submission, and their scent one of surrender. How could he not feel empowered? He thrust himself into those familiar fantasies of absolute domination, thoughts that if Gardevoir could see through the chaos of his mind she would surely rebuke.

Two males already belonged to him, made submissive and yielding by pleasure and presence, the needy faggot of Dusty and feminised slut of Mewt. There was a unique enjoyment to fucking a male Pokémon into an untouched climax, the shuddering orgasm of a bitch made to bow to a grander masculinity. The corruption of their surrender seemed to be greater somehow, the emptying of their inferior essence from their lesser cocks bringing with it a sensation of victory. It affirmed his own masculinity, his mastery, and added depth to the intimacy which came in the wake of bending them to ruined subservience. His males. Won by pleasure. Earned by all that followed.

Perhaps he should start upping his game? On reflection, his fantasy of mating with Gardevoir was somewhat tame. Should he not be supporting his mastery with more? He had a vision in his mind of his males in chastity, Vee in tight bondage, and Lady tortured to overstimulation with her cunt stuffed with toys. They were his mates, bound to him, should he not reward that subservience with more intense pleasure? Or perhaps it was all just an excuse for him to pin down Dusty and suck his knotted cock until he howled for mercy.

Well, here was the perfect opportunity to test things out. He brought his attention back to the moment, torn from his fantasies by the second orgasm which normally would have heralded the end of his pleasures – and yet enough corruption remained for him to plough through another messy creampie. The sound of his orbs against the base of that small stubby tail was a lewd and wet slapping, a mess of pearlescent Human cum melding with the mostly clear – yet lightly gold-tinted – fluids of the submissive male.

Olin made his resolve. He was going to fuck this Meganium until they broke. Why did he always stop after that second cumshot? Even if that was his limit, his stamina remained, his tongue, his fingers, his presence – an abundance of toys he could purchase. He would mate with this Pokémon not until he was done, but until they were entirely spent, fucked to ruin, as broken and submissive as they deserved to be made. Well-fucked, satisfied, a human-owned race-traitor slut.

“I'm going to make you into a whore."

He snarled out the words, leaning over their body, lifting those hips higher, and forcing a submissive climax from Meganium which from this posture painted not his chest, but his face. His moan was precisely as whorish as demanded, “Fuck… yes… make me your slut, dude…" The peak of every thrust was a jolt of electrifying pleasure, the sensation of fullness a satisfying ache. Meganium was a breeding Pokémon of several generations lineage, his every cumshot a messy explosion of seed, his lewd cock dripping with male submission, he shuddered with the humiliation of that essence spilling over his own face.

Olin was rapacious in his half-realised desires, the mellow of their pollen tempering those pheromones into something which he was able to wield for himself. A third orgasm was possible for him now, though it would be long in the making, and he worked his way towards that pleasure at a furious pace. Meganium's murring moans filled the air, his every exhalation a whorish gasp of wanton need, the receptive roll of his hips a pushback against superior Human cock. He dragged his maleness from their undertail after the Pokémon had spilled his seed over his own face a second time, his muscles bulging as he rolled them onto their front.

The small tail obediently raised, showing off a gaped hole leaking a mess of essence down his underside, and Olin lined himself up immediately to revel in the new position. It lacked the intimacy of the previous one, yet came with the enjoyment of a much more savage mating, “Dude… I'm… can't last… much… more… fuck…" The Meganium was flagging, yet Olin remained flushed with lust, his skin tingling with heat, the rhythm of pleasure an undeniable drum beat for him to fuck this male into ruin to.

And so he did. Until their cock had emptied out everything that it had beneath them into a lake which soaked the carpet, their body long fallen into the mess of their own making for Olin to sate himself still. He planted that third and final orgasm into the core of a Pokémon reduced to a twitching, barely conscious, ruined slut. A newly christened whore, from who's gaped undertail streamed evidence of the claim made by humanity upon them.

Olin fell back, taking a deep breath and forcibly expelling it in a heavy gasp. He was… satisfied. At last. The fog of lust had cleared from his mind, true clarity of thought returned to him as his bonding with the mellow Meganium balanced out the harshness of Salazzle. And now his cheeks tinted red not from desire, but from embarrassment.

“Oh… fuck…"

What had he done!? Putting aside all of those overwrought fantasies of male domination, dreams of bondage and chastity, toys and torment – what had he said to Gardevoir!? A whole mess of his lewd desires laid bare. Arceus' cock, she must hate him now. She was going to be pissed off at him forever! He looked to the top of the staircase to see her watching him, her brow furrowed in evaluation as she made sure that he had returned to being in control of himself. She briefly wore a relieved look which he might have imagined, quickly hidden beneath her usual disgust as their eyes met.

But then his vision swam. The poisoning of Salazzle pheromones, what remained of the tranquiliser that Gideon had shot him with, the soothing pollen, the mess of his Aura, and the exhaustion of this second furious rut of the day. It all combined to overwhelm Olin at last. He swayed and collapsed as his consciousness fled in a haze of white, but before his head hit the ground, a psychic force caught him. And as he drifted into slumber, he felt a wonderful plushness made into a pillow for his head. The feminine thighs of a soft Pokémon. Gardevoir brushed a stray hair from his face with a tender smile writ across hers.

It was certainly a dream.

Probably.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User NoNoNope who first suggested Meganium way back in the Goodra chapter! And to everyone that showed Meganium support when it came back up again later on! I hope you guys liked this mellow Pokemon, and their flower-like equipment. He's up for adoption to anyone interested in a very chill Grass Type!

Special thanks to User SnakebussyOrSnubussy for the support and ideas, User Berry2257 for plugging Meganium. User EWEW for giving me confidence on Salazzle. User Saxton for the choker line. User AdvancedCBMaster who gave me the idea to go ham on slit stuff this chapter. User CapitalC for their amazing sex-ed idea. User Cyril Dran for putting Roserade on my mind. User WinterWolf87 for the adoption of Salazzle. User DRLa for Silvally fun that I wanna hit in a later chapter. User NoNoNope for some breast stuff that I drew some attention to this time, but want to hit in full later. User Greenhoof for the keen insights and support (Maybe some Gideon fun to come). And User OddReptile for Disco Elysium.

Similarly to the last entry, this chapter had a few false starts where I had to delete a few thousand words and just begin again. I wanted Olin to confront Gardevoir and say something stupid - but in the end, I couldn't make it flow the way that I liked and had to reduce it down to Gideon being the one to make a mess of things. I appreciate all of the suggestions last time, and while I didn't get to use them as much as I would have liked directly, they really helped me think when it came to writing the prelude. Regardless, I hope that you enjoyed this entry. Gardevoir is giving into her own perversions a little now, and it was fun to mess around with a chill Meganium with a unique dick.

Olin and Gardevoir finally had some movement, too. I have an incident in mind soon to make the next big leap for them, and really hope that it works out. Is their slow burn a bit too slow? I hope people are enjoying it, still. The chapter I have in mind to get things going might need a content warning. I do need one more entry of setup, though! So, I'm in need of suggestions for a Pokemon of any type for the next chapter - male or female, either is fine! Ah, but I have an extra bit to ask: I want an interesting kink to include. Something pretty involved - like the femdom of Salazzle, cuck stuff of Pyroar, and feminisation of Mewtwo. I want to stretch my legs with a bit of a theme to the lewd scene. Please let me know your fave pokemon pick, and a good kink to go with them for a scene! Lopunny is the current placeholder, as she's probably going to chase Olin to the ends of the earth now...

Additionally, CapitalC had an amazing idea for a Pokemon Sex Ed sort of scenario. I want Vee and Lady to stand in front of the gathered Pokemon of the Lastwall Estate that are in the queue to mate with Olin and answer questions from the crowd. What sort of stuff might they be asked? The more lewd and the more funny, the better! I'm counting on your suggestions!

As always, thanks for every fave, vote, folder sub, watch, read - and especially the comments. Your kind words and encouragement keep me writing - and your suggestions and ideas shape the story. I'm very grateful, and hope you enjoy the series!

For anyone that's not caught it already, the amazing SnakeBussyOrSnubussy has released their second chapter of Devon and Reynard's adventure in the same setting, hitting some of the harder kinks that Olin is a little too gentle to contend with. It can be found here.

Have a most excellent day!