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The storm had come and gone, thundering by in what remained of the night to leave the morning sky a cloudless blue canvas. The forest glittered in an ocean of clinging water droplets, strong sunlight beaming down from the heavens to bring the first properly warm day of spring to the foothills of Mount Wesson. This supply station had provided quite excellent cover, equipped with a generator for a heating element, camp cots, and even a porch from which the two men could watch the dawn. Though Olin could not quite suppress a yawn along with muttered thanks as he was handed a tin cup of hot coffee by his Nidoqueen. Lady was busying herself with breakfast, the Pokémon very much in her element even in this foreign environment. Dusty and Lucario patrolled nearby, and Vee sunbathed from the comfort of his lap.

It could hardly be called 'proper camping', the first night in a campsite made so overwrought in the intent of presenting it as a trap for Linoone, and the second with the convenient cover of this small shack, but Olin had decided that he rather liked the idea of the wilds and resolved to have for himself a proper adventure in them soon. He glanced over to Gideon, the man absent his usual chair of Goodra – for both Sylph and Oz needed a little extra time resting in their Pokéballs after the revelry of the previous night. Umbra, his Noivern, had delivered her scouting report and she too now slumbered, and Gideon adjusted the order of the six Pokéballs upon his belt to bring forth the next three.

Olin looked down into his coffee, trying to find the words for the question he had been dying to ask ever since the Dragon Master had dived on top of his Goodra the previous night with the demand that the two of them prove the superiority of his favourite Pokémon Type. In the end, he simply took the leap, “Hey, Gideon? I dunno how to ask this – but did you have surgery or something?" The man raised an eyebrow, “On your… equipment?"

The grin that came in turn was sensational, “Bwahahaha! You noticed!? You were paying close attention, weren't you!" He slapped his leg, filled with mirth, “I told you before that I have a dim Aura! An overabundance of spirit! By melding that spirit with Dragon Type Pokémon over a lifetime, I have acquired a few draconic traits myself! I understand their language, as I said! And have a few minor physiological differences as well!"

Completely without shame, Gideon released his Pokéballs, placed down his coffee, and got to his feet to simply drop his trousers. The unerect maleness revealed was not quite as large as Olin's. Yet along the topside were three ridges straining against the olive skin, “I can mate as much as a Pokémon – and let me tell you, do I need that stamina to keep up with my Dragons! Bwahahaha!" His show complete, he clothed himself properly once more, adjusting his leather armour and flipping his cape, “Do keep it a secret, my friend!"

“O-of course!" Olin slammed down a few glugs of his coffee, despite the tremendous heat of the fresh brew. A few months ago, Gideon was a television personality, one of his favourite trainers of the battle circuit, and a man that he never imagined that he would meet in the flesh. And now they were fast friends that had spent an evening fucking Dragons side by side, “I won't tell a soul."

“It's good that we have come to the subject of Aura! It's because of this that you are the best choice between the two of us to contend with Salazzle!" He pointed dramatically, “Her pheromones have some small effect on Humans, but due to my Aura, very dim though it is, if I were to breathe them in – well – I would not be able to resist! I would be taken in completely! A bit of a double-edged sword, this Aura power! Bwhahaha!"

Olin nodded his head. Gideon had explained their mission while they travelled through the previous day: Salazzle was something of an invasive species in Dragon territory. Every once in a while, one of them would become a little ambitious, realising that rather than merely having a harem of Salandit, she could lean into that Dragon Egg Group and take some rather powerful males under her control. Gideon had dealt with more than one over his time as custodian of the mountain, usually battling from a distance upwind with his Pokémon – he called these Salazzle 'Queens', for that seemed to be their goal.

“Our battle strategy is a three-pronged-assault! She has already taken Dragonite and Druddigon under her control, and I shall be subduing my unruly males! Those 'nesses belong to me!" He slurped up his coffee, not seeming to mind the heat, “Your Warrior Pokémon shall deal with her leftover Salandit guards! And you, my friend – you shall be taking care of Salazzle!" He grinned wildly, “She will use her pheromones to try to seduce you! All you need to do is to play along with the effects of them, mate her into submission, and drop a Pokéball on her when you're done! A bonus entry for the Guide Project!"

It certainly sounded reasonable. Or perhaps that ridiculous strategy to capture Linoone had somewhat blurred for Olin what a reasonable plan even looked like now. Gideon certainly seemed confident enough, “You said that the pheromones will have a small effect on me? I've seen some memes online, and read some stories… wasn't there that one guy that was pretty much kept as a slave in his own apartment?"

Gideon gave an almighty guffaw, “The instinct to submit to Humans is not as strong as the instinct to dominate males when it comes to Salazzle! But that instinct is still in there! An inexperienced Master would surely be defeated – but I think you are ready!" His enthusiasm was overwhelming, “By defeating them in battle, by friendship, love, or raw sexual prowess – you must make her bow to you! You must be so impressive in these things that her bow is wilful! Gird your loins, my friend! You shall fuck this Salazzle until she throws herself at the feet of the Human race and demands a Master of her own! Bwahahaha!"

He tossed out his remaining three Pokéballs, and before him appeared Salamence, Haxorus, and Garchomp. Gideon flipped his cape, appearing to be quite delighted by the prospect of the fight to come, “Do not worry about those pheromones at all! For you, it shall be no more than a mild aphrodisiac! A potent one if you are a little sensitive – but nothing so tremendous as to make you lose your mind! You shall take your time showing this Salazzle her place! And I shall have my Warrior Pokémon pin down Dragonite and Druddigon while I remind them that no matter how seductive those pheromones may be – it is my cock that they surrender to! I shall fuck my 'nesses back to clarity of mind! As leader of the dragonflight, it is my duty! Bwahahaha!"

What in another world might have been called a full English breakfast was served by Lady, quite an achievement given the limited amount of cookware and ingredients drawn from tins and vacuum sealed packets, but the Nidoqueen had developed quite the talent for the kitchen. She called in Dusty and Lucario, sparing a curious look for the Lycanroc. She had been expecting some trouble between him and his rival Warrior Pokémon on this trip, yet after that first night he had turned somewhat sheepish. Whatever had happened, he didn't seem interested in talking about it, and extracting conversation from Lucario was like beating a stone. All that she knew was that it involved a Lopunny. Probably the same one that Lucario had chased off already this morning with an Aura Sphere.

She ladled out meals for the Pokémon, muttering to herself, “Hmmm… I wonder if Dusty is just weak against forward females? He surrendered to me quite easy when I pressed him, after all…" Lady hadn't found a good opportunity since that time to demand a repeat performance, this trip interrupting what she hoped would have become a regular pleasure. The matronly Pokémon cast a glance to Lucario as well. There was another problem. Were canines just troublesome in general? Whenever anyone propositioned their Master, she would always vanish off to the apartment balcony to meditate. Things would be a lot more comfortable if she joined the three of them on Master's bed!

Maybe they should get a bigger bed for their nest. With Vee normally curled up on his chest, and her and Dusty taking a shoulder each, the space was quite cramped already. What would even be left for Lucario? A leg? Oh, what did it matter – they would figure something out when it came to it!

Of course, it wasn't as if a relationship between her Master and Lucario had any requirement to be quite so carnal as the one he had with the other three Pokémon. But some instinct told Lady that it would be best if it was. Olin always seemed worried about Lucario, and she was very emotionally distant – what better way to close the gap than a good mating? In her mind, it was as simple as that. Her Master could just fuck her problems out of her – and Lady would be there in the afterglow to bring her into the fold in full! And if it was any more complicated than she imagined… then with enough kindness and pleasure and cuddles and mating, everything would work out in the end!

When she returned to her Pokéball, it was with a broad smile on her face. Her mind was made up. If Master was going to keep dillydallying, then it was down to his Pokémon to take matters into their own paws/claws! She and Vee would get to scheming, and Dusty was helping no matter how much he protested. Lucario was going to get a great load of superior Human cum pumped into her womb, and she was going to like it. And Olin was going to fuck that canine cookie until he declared himself her Master and had her surrender as his Pokémon, whatever was required to coax him into it.

A man completely unaware that his Nidoqueen had decided that there was no trauma substantial enough that it could not be solved by Human cock, set off down the trail alongside Gideon, the three Dragon Types and his own pair of Warrior Pokémon making quite the battle formation before them. Their target was scarcely a mile away, and surely aware that her territory had been invaded by now – they must move quickly lest she go to ground and prove even more difficult to track down. So, with all haste they advanced into the foothills of Mount Wesson, and before long found themselves a knoll long hollowed out by some nesting Pokémon, and now abandoned to the Salazzle that fancied herself a Queen.

Despite the recent storm, there was quite the scent in the air, Olin's top lip twitching slightly as he inhaled something rather alluring. Sweet and cloying like a heady perfume, it wasn't even entirely a smell that he would call altogether pleasant, and yet as they broke the treeline to make their final advance, even this lightest aroma was delectable enough for his every inhalation to be a deep drinking breath. Gideon seemed to be under the effect of something similar, a quick curse for the stillness of the air in this little valley uttered before he rallied his Pokémon.

It wasn't an encounter which required any elaborate tactics. From the darkness of that cave came Druddigon and Dragonite, their eyes wild and unfocused, they charged the moment that they had targets to assault. Gideon drew them to the left, engaging the pair with his own trio of combatants, while Lucario and Dusty flanked right to provoke the collection of Salandit following in the wake of their heavies. As for Olin, he girded his loins just as prescribed, and charged up the middle and into the den of their foe.

He didn't manage ten steps into her nest before he was stopped dead in his tracks.

The space was not altogether large, yet enough of a downward dip was placed before the entrance for the battlefield beyond to be entirely obscured, Mount Wesson framed in the distance as the morning sunlight cast a dim illumination over the interior. Salazzle reclined on a throne of loose stones, quite relaxed despite the assault on her territory. Why would she panic? The only female amongst the enemy forces was a single Lucario, and they could hardly stand up to five Dragons, two Humans, and a Lycanroc. Well, after she had used her pheromones to enslave the lot of them, that was.

This Human had succumbed quite easily. The large man clad in his bright dayglo orange waterproofs stood in the midst of the pink-tinted air of her pheromone filled nest, her every exhalation having contributed to the potency of this trap. How curious. She narrowed her gaze. Too easy. Weren't Humans supposed to be resistant to her charms? Perhaps this was some trap of his own? She had never encountered a Human before, but had heard from her rivals in the South that they were very tricky creatures. Though, they had also said that to ensnare one as a slave was better than even the largest harem – for their worship brought with it the most decadent of pleasure that could never be found in the wilds. Caution. She must be cautious. Her instincts spoke to her of danger, and she always listened to her instincts.

The dark grey of her scales melded perfectly against the stone, the dim light drawn to the wavy purplish markings of her chest and the deeper shade of lavender of her core. Her eyes shone in the gloom, and despite being scarcely as tall as Olin's midriff, she remained quite the imposing sight, her throat rumbling as the purple of her Poison and red of her Fire melded into the deep pink mist through which she transmitted her pheromones. More. More. But nothing changed. Really? Had she won already? How anticlimactic. She gave a slight huff, frustrated that she had felt even a moment of fear. How dare this brute make her doubt her potency!?

Olin blinked away the blur of his vision, his mind struggling under the weight of this heavy blanket of ruinous allure. There was a command in the scent, a directive which his instincts yielded to, a singular [Stop] which had brought him to a halt here in the heart of Salazzle's lair. What was he doing again? The broader details had escaped him, only the fact that he was here to mate remaining tangible within his thoughts. Broad-chested, large and muscular, his clothes obnoxious in their brightness and his golden hair forming a glorious mane, he looked quite the antithesis of this Pokémon lurking in the darkness. And yet, his strong body could not move an inch, his will disrupted, the sole focus of his mind turned to this female.

She pondered him carefully. Frustrated though she may be, Salazzle had made it this far by an abundance of caution and no shortage of planning. It was important for her to fully understand the limitations of her power, and before making a target of the second Human she had here the perfect opportunity to experiment. Her Dragons and Salandit would give the Warrior Pokémon outside the runaround for as long as possible – they were always decoys, and she had anticipated a lone Human for her opponent from the start. And just as prophesised, here stood a man in her trap. Perfect.

An exhalation of pink mist imbued the pheromones with her intent. The directives were always rather simple, and when it came to Pokémon she could communicate enough to make her commands more complex – but with no hope of Olin understanding her words, she would have to compensate with her body language. [Approach]. That was all that she bid him, this first test of her power over the man. And rather obligingly, he strode forth just as she demanded, with only the slightest hesitation. It was confirmation that her pheromones were indeed having their intended effect, for there was no other way for him to intuit that order.

A smile splayed across her long muzzle. Excellent. She had snagged a Human! Salazzle sublimated the joy of victory. This was only the beginning of enthrallment, after all. She must deepen this connection, fully immerse this man in her scent, seduce him entirely into her harem, and then… what exactly were these 'Human pleasures' that her rivals had been carrying on about? Well, that could be a surprise. Right now, she had only as much time as her minions could buy her to work. She shuffled down in her throne, spreading her legs wide and allowing her long tail to drape to the floor, comfortably reclined and breathing that command again. [Approach].

Had it been a season ago, Olin probably would have advanced the last few steps before the throne to stand before the Salazzle dumbly, but now a seasoned Poképhile, he found his intent to mingle with that of this alluring creature, and dropped to his knees before her precisely as she wished. He was here to mate. He could still focus on that much. It was hard to really think about anything else, and Olin could hardly say that he had a disciplined enough mind to be able to shrug off this sort of suggestion. For now at least, he found his eye level to match a reptilian slit, a groove of pressed scales above the indentation of her undertail, the sight as hypnotic as any pheromones.

Well, there wasn't exactly a command that she could call upon through scent that was quite as specific as 'lick', and were she to produce the pheromones that demanded that this Human mate with her, then he may very well skip this vital foreplay. Well, that golden mane of his was rather convenient for this. With spindly limbs she reached down, twisting long fingers into his hair and pulling him close to her vent. Oh? This Human must be quite well practiced! His own hands had shot up immediately to further part her thighs, pressing into soft scale to part her slit with his thumbs.

How exciting. Never had any male that she had seduced in such a way shown such intuition. This Human must eat reptilian pussy often to have such an instinct within him that he showed even this basic technique by default. Olin only swallowed. The scales were soft and slightly slick, already some small measure of arousal on show by the Salazzle he administered to. He applied a gentle pressure with his hands, enough give in thick thighs for the drag of his palms to part vent and undertail both, a pair of lewd pleasures that made his nose twitch.

The scent was overpowering, different to the pheromones of her breath, but just as much a madness of lust. Here was found not directive, but instead a drive towards pleasure, a mind-numbing sublimation of all things but rut. The outer folds were a pinkish purple, the absence of a pronounced clitoris an indication of the same all-round sensitivity of more draconic cunts. Perhaps more evidence of Egg Group than species, the thick nectar already on display streamed forth with the need of a Pokémon that was designed by Arceus as a creature of lust. Olin pondered the sight for only a moment, and even before the guidance of her hand at the back of his head moved him forwards, he dove into that pussy with a ravenous desire.

He had always prided himself somewhat on his technique when it came to foreplay, Olin finding more enjoyment in the pleasures that he could bring with tongue, fingers, and the right words whispered into a submissive ear, than even sex itself sometimes. But in this dreamlike state, all such things were abandoned save for the spreading of her pussy which came by the muscle memory of position. Olin was hungry for Salazzle cunt, famished, starving, a meal that he felt he had pursued for his entire life and only in this moment finally been presented with that which could fill an emptiness inside him that he had never before been conscious of.

His tongue parted her folds in a great cleaving draw, her thick arousal a taste which his mind scarcely had time to evaluate before his mouth was pressed against that reptilian cunt for his lips to stimulate her spread need and his squirming tongue to rove ever deeper. Poison Types always had a slight tang to them, a unique sourness melded here with the mild spice of the Fire Type. And yet there was something else as well, more than that tarte heat, more than the slight muskiness of any femcum. Just as he could say that Mewtwo 'tasted like a headache' in a way which could be put into words no more concisely than that, Salazzle 'tasted like arousal' in a way which drew to memory the thick jelly-like juices of Primarina.

The Soloist Pokémon had made him so desperately aroused that he had prioritised rut over his own requirement for oxygen, and now again he found himself submitting to a need which should not be so strong for a Human as this. His cock was desperately hard, straining against his waterproofs uncomfortably, his need to profound that it was painful, and yet the only attention that he had in his mind to give belonged entirely to this reptilian pussy. The pronounced folds reminded him of Goodra, yet this opening was small enough and the labia fine enough for him to drag them into the press of his lips and suckle desperately, the swishing of his tongue encouraging more nectar from the depths of this overflowing cunt.

Salazzle's long toes curled inwards, flexing rhythmically as she ground the face of the Human against her sodden need, “Giratina's wrath, you know what you're doing!". Even this sloppy technique was far superior to the disgusting slurping of many of the males she had seduced. The flat face of a Human allowed him better access, his small nose exhaling cool air over the top of her cunt, his tongue a broad, cleaving pleasure, and his lips a perfect match for her own lower pair, “Fuck – fuck! Arceus – this is what a Human can do? I want ten of you!"

Her instinct to dominate males was far superior to her instinct to submit to humanity, and she ground her pussy into his jaw with the vigour of a female that knew well how to use a submissive toy, “That's fucking it – there – right there – Ah!" A violent convulsion, a throaty moan, and a gushing mess of thick femcum, “Drink it down! Eat out my cunt, Slave!"

An Olin with all of his faculties wouldn't have stood for this for a moment. His own Human instinct was strong, a powerful drive to bask in his natural dominance and to bring Pokémon to heel as submissives broken to pleasure. It demanded that he possess them, to make all that he desired his own. But right now, that forceful drive was entirely sublimated by the fog of pheromones and the liquid heat of female pleasure upon his tongue. Why bend Salazzle to his will when he should instead be worshipping her? He could bury his face in this addictive cunt for the rest of time, until his jaw seized up, and every drop of feminine pleasure suckled from her core.

Satisfied in her pleasure, Salazzle leaned back, grasping at her legs behind the knees and holding them parted as she released Olin's mane. Her long tail drew itself higher, showing off remarkable dexterity as it coiled itself around his neck. He wasn't getting away. Not even for a second! Not until the taste of her reptilian pussy was the only flavour he ever wanted to experience ever again. Not until this man was made the jewel of her harem!

Her pussy twitched upon his tongue, that cleaving motion digging into her core to demand of it her abundance of fluids. Muted exhalations of pleasure were amplified within their stone theatre, the sound of the Pokémon surrounding him just as her body and scent had, the inherent heat of a Fire Type making the space uncomfortably warm, and the sweltering potency of burgeoning desire turning the tarte spice of her pussy into a suffocating intoxication. Olin couldn't get enough of it. His cock throbbed painfully, yet the remains of his own inherent nature, his love of foreplay, kept him here eating pussy just as resolutely as the command of pheromones and the grasp of tail.

A pity that this Human couldn't understand her, “Fuck – this is what you males are for!" She whined, bucking her hips upwards, “Do you like eating cunt? I fucking hope so – from now on, I'm going to have a Human to wet the face of every day! At least you haven't creamed yourself just from the taste like that Dragonite did! What Egg Group are Humans in!? Fuck – I don't care!" Her tail flexed around his neck, but curiously, she found the idea of placing enough pressure against his throat for it to be a real threat something untenable to her very nature. What? She'd had Salandit pass out before while forcing their muzzles into her pussy, but there was an innate feeling of repulsion towards hurting a Human.

Another throaty moan, the beginnings of another orgasm soon to come, and with it a curse, “So this is what she meant?" Salazzle recalled a rendezvous related by one of her rivals, “Fuck you, Arceus! A male is good for nothing but pleasure and service! I should be able to hurt one as much as I want! So what if they're Human!?" Hands and feet again curled up, quite the feminine whimper in her throat twisted into a more dominant outcry of pleasure as another climax washed over her. And still Olin continued to bury his face in her crotch.

That was quite enough of that.

A moaned exhalation and fresh pheromones with an order to [Stop].

But nothing happened.

The Human continued his ravenous assault on her cunt, his hands pressing down harder, his thumbs dragging her folds more keenly apart, until pussy and undertail both stretched, his tongue delving deeper, his lips an unyielding friction against her presented folds. He resisted the command to [Stop]. Not through any conscious desire, not through the focus that Dusty used to stymie a Psychic Type, not through the mental discipline of Lucario. But through his own deeply engrained love of this sort of pleasure, and the inner flame of Human dominance which even this smothering blanket of pheromones could not defeat.

“S-[Stop]!" A whine to come along with the demand of pheromones, “I – I command you to – oh! Fuck!" A third orgasm? How? There was a rush of excitement, a strange pleasure which came with the struggles of this male as her control waned, the forcefulness of something which she could not control compounding the sense of danger which she had felt when she first beheld this man, “[Stop]!"

Technique returned to Olin on a subconscious level, the artless slurping and ravenous hunger of a man presented with so addictive a pussy to eat gradually refined into the same thorough care that he would deliver to Lady whenever she spread her reptilian vent and presented him with her desperate need. He sought out those spots of pleasure which drew from Salazzle the sharpest reactions, and began to read the song of her moans, the twitch of her pussy, the grasp of her tail and rhythmic flexing of her scaled body. No, not Nidoqueen. This was more like Goodra or Kommo-o. The clit was absent entirely, and pleasure experienced through this distinctly inhuman pussy by means of those pronounced folds and the smooth insides made to best experience the ecstasy of exotic draconic cocks. The friction and pressure of his lips upon them, and the flickering of a writing tongue, along with cleaving motions to build anticipation – the experience of seventeen Pokémon (if Lycanroc could be counted twice) had informed his technique well. And now he indulged his own love of eating out Pokémon pussy to his heart's content.

Salazzle screwed up her face into the ecstasy of overstimulation, unable to prevent her hips bucking upwards as the Human commanded her body into a rhythm of pleasure which she no longer controlled. Her muzzle opened wide; a great exhalation of confused pheromones expelled. [Stop] and [More] as her own reason warred with this forbidden desire. She tried to pull at his neck with her tail, but his insistence of remaining with his face buried in her cunt had her defeated by an inability to hurt the Human by dragging him away with enough force to choke him. The pressing weight of his upper body was made crushing by the hands which parted her thighs, and on her back she was made helpless before the onslaught of pleasure.

“Fuck!" Her moan was an aggressive outcry, “How – fucking – dare – you! You – stupid fucking – lowly – male!" It would take more than pleasure to defeat her instinct for domination, just as Olin's own flame Mastery refused to be entirely put out by her pheromones. Each leaned into the inbuilt authority of their species, by subconscious or conscious intent, a battle fought to determine which of the two would be the Master and which the Slave, “Eating cunt – and – fuck! – being used! – is all you're – fucking – for!" Another desperate outcry, “[Stop] – Ah! – fucking [Stop]! – so I can – fucking fuck you!"

Of course, Olin did not stop. Why stop at pussy when there was far more to explore? His mind dreamlike and addled by the lust of a beard drenched by the femcum of a needy Salazzle, his tongue draped lower and found the indentation of her undertail. He might have balked at the idea of this had he all of his senses, for the cleansing aspect of a Pokéball was the only way to ensure hygiene, but Olin was fortunate to find his desert already well tended to by her Salandit harem and entirely free of any filth.

“Nooooo!" A howl of dismay as the pressing of his tongue against the tightness of her undertail forced a shiver of pleasure through her body. Her pussy twitched and leaked a mess of femcum, hands and feet curling up and tail squeezing against him. This was her secret weak point, a pleasure which she had never allowed a male to claim, and an ecstasy which when she had her Salandits tend to her grooming she had always sublimated into private enjoyment. And now this brutish Human was using his thumbs to spread the tightness of that small indentation wide, and forcing his squirming tongue inside her.

The climax was a thunderous jolt through her senses, the excitement of this battle for dominance melded with her own internal conflict between the instinct to force males into submission and her own Pokémon instinct to submit to Humans. What was once a stark advantage to her own superiority was becoming quite blurry, even more so when she came so hard that her fluids formed a thick stream of feminine submission for the Human to drool into her undertail, “No! Not there! You'll – fuck – you'll make me – fuck! You're supposed to – do as I say!"

Sexual stamina was never in short supply for Pokémon of all species, and with the carnal aspect so pronounced in Salazzle, the abundance of her desire could be matched only by a handful of rival kin. And yet just as pheromones and the addictive pussy before him fogged Olin's mind into blind lust, which not even the commands of scent could undo, Salazzle was beginning to find her own thoughts dulled by the pleasure and presence of the large man digging into her crotch with such reckless want. Each drag of his tongue now pleasured both openings, the wetness of saliva and femcum combining to make a great mess of need at her crotch, as slick and lustful as two spent Dragons had been the previous night.

If he were more conscious of his situation, Olin might have pondered the thought that Lady quite liked it under her tail as well. Perhaps reptilian and draconic Pokémon in general had more sensitivity to the pleasure that anal forced upon an empty cunt? The folds were always rather responsive to account for the lack of a clit, and the grinding of a needy pussy quite the pleasure when the wrong hole was fucked into such submission that their insides seized up around a cock that wasn't there.

Yet, the writhing of pleasure, the forcefulness with which he indulged himself, it fed his inner flame of Human instinct, even when the only force driving him was his own subconscious love of eating cunt. A thought surfaced in the fog of his thoughts, a defiance against the pheromone command to [Stop]: Why shouldn't he do what he wanted with this cunt? He was the Master. The moment that Salazzle had presented herself to him, he had acquired the right to fuck her until she was the submissive fucktoy that his instincts demanded that he turn her into.

A desire scorched his core, something dark and all-consuming, a devouring and hedonistic lust. It was one of those thoughts which Gardevoir would have called perverse and chided him keenly, though his own kindness would always sublimate it into a mutual pleasure, an intimacy guided by genuine love for Pokémon. But under the effects of these pheromones, there was no balancing factor, no inherent goodness which was the core of Olin as a person. There was only the Human instinct of Mastery, the desire to possess and bend Pokémon to his will. He was becoming a beast, a creature of desire. Pokémon existed only to be used. Just like Team Nuzlocke and the Bents said. For this single moment, he actually believed it.

[Stop] had failed too many times, and desperate to find another simple command within her repertoire of scent-based directives, Salazzle now roared out her pink mist, “[Mate]!" No Human could keep pace with a Pokémon. Almost all Pokémon could hardly keep up with her either, “Fuck me! You fucking brute! – You – useless male! – fuck me – until you fall over – then wake up – as my Slave!" She remained far from defeated, unconscious of the transformation that her pheromones and the sublimation of all but lust had wrought in the Human.

Salazzle became aware of her mistake quite quickly when Olin finally heaved himself to his feet, dragging himself free of her grasping tail to loom over the spindly creature in all of his enormity. His cock was unleashed from his clothes, a mass twice the size of the grandest Dragon Pokémon, making stark the evolutionary routes which minimised the genitalia of combative species. Her eyes widened, her throat moved as she gulped, and her body had only a moment to scrabble against the stone throne beneath her before she was seized by the throat.

In his fugue state, his body moved on autopilot. The pink mist that she breathed out slowed his movements and made his thoughts sluggish. So, unless she stopped that, why should this Salazzle be allowed to breathe?

The grasp was not so tight as to entirely sublimate her airway, but every intake of oxygen was an effort, her whining outcry, “How – how dare – ah! No! No! Noooo!" His cock had passed below her cunt, a rush of fluids some evidence that despite her protestations, the domineering hand that choked her wrought another rush of forbidden arousal. Olin pressed the head of his towering spire of flesh against the indentation of her undertail, slackened only by the ministrations of his tongue and lubricated by her own abundance of femcum – but still ruinously, painfully tight.

He forced his cock into the Pokémon, and his beastly expression beamed with triumph as Salazzle came so hard that her gushing fluids doused his abdomen. If he'd been in command of his senses, he would perhaps have intuited that this was precisely the sort of pleasure that Salazzle wished for, however much she denied it. But he was now driven by pure sexual instinct. He would fuck this Pokémon into submission. She would surrender to him. She would bow to humanity and raise her tail like an obedient whore, a human-owned race-traitor slut.

“Ah! Please!" Commands abandoned her, the outcries of the Salazzle muted as her brain began to fog. She had never felt so full, the tingling pleasure of a gut-deep cock compelling her to wrap her legs around the Human to hold him at her core. Pleasure began to crack her instinctual superiority over males, the force of the hand about her throat and the Human maleness forced deep into her body demanding submission, stoking an instinct which she had never known that she had, “F – fuck me! [Mate] – with – me!"

Pink mist leaked over her jaws, and his fingers flexed against her neck to threaten her pheromones into meekly dissipating, “Fuck – fuck! Arceus! Why does – why does it feel so good when you – choke me!?" The spasm of pleasure had uncrossed her ankles from around the small of his back, and Olin took advantage of his freedom to near unsheathe his cock before again forcing a body-rocking thrust deep into her undertail. The combination of the pheromones, the addiction of her pussy, and his own long-suppressed need was sufficient for that second stroke alone to be enough to compel his first orgasm.

Within the stone chamber, his roar of pleasure was made feral, the leonine dominance of a being brutish and forceful, entirely alien to the softness which underlay even the sternest domination that Olin was otherwise capable of. His orbs twitched against her tail as he buried his load deep, the volume of his climax a great outpouring of superior Human essence. The tightness of her undertail and heft of his cock was sufficient to form a seal, and the subconscious beast of lust that lurked behind his eyes delighted in the slight swell of her belly as he forced his cumshot deep.

Salazzle screamed out her own climax, overwhelmed by the feeling of corruption, the lewd sensation of so great a load of cum forced into the wrong hole that it had her midriff rise. It was hardly enough to match an egg, but when combined with the distention of her scales caused by that enormous cock, it was enough for her hands to cover her face from humiliation at the sight. She could see his maleness by the bulge of it against her small body, her insides ached with the pain of the stretch, and yet the pleasure was the deepest and most fulfilling that she had ever known.

“I can't – I can't lose! Not – to – you!" She gathered her resolve, scraping her will to make a fortress inside her mind, the bastion castle of female superiority that was the birthright of every Salazzle. And Olin made a battering ram of his cock, assailing the gate of her inner world with Human Mastery. The Pokémon screamed at her body to hold out, her sexual stamina to outlast him, her mind to prove the stronger, “Unworthy – male – useless – how dare – fuck – ah – no!"

It was getting rather difficult to form words, the half-withdrawal of his cock and a thrust empowered by the tremendous weight of this muscled giant forcing on her the humiliation of her insides churning, the mess of his essence inside her forced to slosh about her guts. The pace of his rut was an immediate fury, no slow build up of pleasure, but the thrusting of a rabid animal, a beast of lust unleashed onto the Salazzle at her own coaxing.

But fuck – it felt so good!

When she compelled a male to eat her cunt, their sloppy ministrations were only the mildest pleasure, the command to mate an act in which most of her sexual gratification was forged not of the sensation of a well-fucked pussy, but her own narcissistic thoughts on feminine superiority. It delighted her to see a male ruined, broken and submissive, surrendered to her will and under her control. But now, the same terrible pleasure that she had watched behind the eyes of those Pokémon was now something that she was sure she was upon the brink of succumbing to herself. She knew it on an instinctual level. This was the sensation of danger that she had felt when she had first beheld this Human. If she surrendered to him, she would never be the same again. Never want to dominate another male. Abandon her harem. Cast aside her ambitions. Because if she surrendered it would be admitting that Human cock, forced pleasure, and the intimacy of crushing dominance – was superior to everything else that she had ever clung to.

Not without a fight. Those two instincts within her waged their furious battle as her body was pummelled by the rampant domination of Olin's cock. Her undertail had been battered loose enough for the backstrokes of his thrusts to drag the mess of cum from inside her, his orbs battering against the smooth scales of her upper tail to churn their combined fluids into a froth. The grasping squelch of his deepest thrusts, the lewd shlicking of the shallow ones, and the slap of his undercarriage against her, these sounds fought with her own choked moans of pleasure to reverberate inside this lair of stone in a concerto of debauchery.

Shame scorched her cheeks and sealed shut her eyes. She was going to cum again. Her pussy was a complete mess of desperate femcum, and yet she could not move her hands away from her face to tend to it, humiliation in the wake of her own domination too much to bear. How far she had fallen. No longer was she battling to be on top – she was desperately holding on in the hope that she could simply outlast the pleasure of a Human! How could she call herself a dominant female when this submission was already a surrender all on its own?

“No! I won't – give up!" Her climax was the breaching of the gates of that internal fortress she had built of her mind, and now she marshalled every defence that she had left. Her crotch was a lewd mess of frothed sexual fluids, her empty pussy twitching with desire for the cock that was buried deep under her tail, her abdomen displayed a bulge passing up and down as each thrust churned her insides into a mess of superior Human cum. Arceus. If this was submission, then it felt good. Was the effort of being on top really better? Could she call herself a dominant female when a Human could use her like a whore and make her cum so hard she saw stars from the pleasure of it?

Another whining moan as she tried to bury that thought. Above her Olin blinked. It had been some time now since Salazzle had last exhaled her pheromones, and the stirred air of one of Gideon's Dragons launching a Hurricane Move drew out the obfuscation of pink mist. A little light returned to the glaze of his expression, some small spark of awareness. But it was not enough to defeat the poisoning of lust that had seeped into his being.

Clarity of mind defied his inherent goodness to turn that newfound sharpness to darker purposes. The sublimation of her breath made her cum harder. The angle of his rut upwards presented the hardest pleasure. And the humiliation of an untended pussy made overflowing with need was a shame which kept the Salazzle docile and submissive. He would fuck her until that submission was a bone-deep surrender to humanity that would never go away, and another wet and writhing climax was affirmation of that dominant intent.

Olin had always been able to plough through the overstimulation of his first orgasm, his second much grander in the making, and usually the climax which heralded the end of his sexual stamina. It would soon be upon him, another messy load to pour under her tail. And yet his instincts told him that it would not be the end. The tremendous arousal of this encounter, the pheromones, the aphrodisiacs, and something intangible – and yet more solid than he had felt with any other Pokémon. These things informed him that his lust was insatiable. His fingers squeezed hard against her throat, his cock buried deep, and another thick load of superior Human cum was forced under her tail, just as potent as the last.

The castle crumbled.

Her voice choked into silence, Salazzle opened her maw wide in a mute orgasm which shattered her world into pieces. How could she have ever thought about fighting this? This is what she was for. A slut for Human cock, her cunt, undertail, and maw for them to fill with superior essence. A Queen? No. A Master? No. She was a willing Slave, her body, mind, and soul beaten into surrender by the same pleasure that she wielded as a weapon to force so many others to submit. Her expression became a lewd cocklust as she finally removed her hands from her face. There was no longer any humiliation, only want, only need, only pleasure!

Olin withdrew his cock in a great heave, conscious on some internal level of the surrender of this Pokémon, as if he could see through her every feeling and read her core to know that she was defeated. He took only a moment to revel in the gaped mess of an undertail leaking his seed, before slapping his cock over her abdomen, finding his voice in the fugue of this lust which had afflicted him so horrifically, “Line me up with your cunt. Show me that you want it."

Had he been more cognisant, he might have been amused that she used not her hands to level the head of his cock to her need-twitching pussy, but her feet – gripping at his maleness with those long toes as if they were a second set of fingers to guide him into liquid heat. Her voice was allowed again, and she answered the immediate hilting of his cock with a shriek of pained pleasure, the great mess of seed he'd poured into her undertail forced out of her body in a great spatter against his orbs. Minutes ago, the feeling of that alone, the knowledge that so much cum had been forced out over her tail, it would have been enough to make her scream in humiliation. But now there was only the wanton pleasure of a broken whore.

Olin dragged back his cock, only now realising that he had penetrated not only cunt, but cervix as well, his maleness bludgeoning its way into a womb which he now claimed for humanity. The Pokémon was a mess of heated desire, her lavender eyes beginning to glaze over as pleasure overtook her mind entirely – just as his had been at the start of the encounter. How fitting. He had overturned the control of pheromones through the contest of instinctual submission, his Mastery superior in the end. In this fugue, dominance and submission, Mastery and enslavement, this was the only way that he could see the world. The battle outside the hillock did not matter, nothing outside of this moment mattered. There was nothing in all of creation but the pleasure of sheathing his cock in the broken Pokémon that he had claimed.

A third cumshot. An impossible fourth. His balls ached, his muscles screamed. The Salazzle lost consciousness, and the best that the small spark that was left of Olin could manage was releasing her throat and flipping the Pokémon onto her front to avoid her choking. He dragged her tail upwards and fucked her submissive cunt until her bloated womb bulged, the indignity of her disgorged insides enough to bring her back to wakefulness. Just in time for him to take her stone throne for himself and dump Salazzle to the ground to worship his cock with her maw.

It would be a long time before Gideon ventured into the cave, the Master of Dragon Types and man with the dimmest Aura making entirely sure that every last trace of those pheromones had dissipated before his entrance.

What greeted him was the sight of his friend upon that throne of loose rocks, furiously bouncing a nigh-insensate Salazzle in his lap. His face scrunched up with effort, his words requiring the desperation of focus as he fought against a terrible corruption, “H… elp… I… can…'t… s… top!".

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to the first person to suggest Salazzle - right back in the very first chapter, SlaaneshiCultist! Though, they've been requested again and again by a fair few people since as well, so this one goes out to all of you! I think the idea of turning the tables started with Airwall, so hats off there as well!

I struggled quite a bit with this entry. The first iteration started with Salazzle as a Salandit looking at the distorted image of herself in a poisonous pool and imagining her future self - but after a few thousand words I binned it for being too tragic. Then I started out from her perspective and focused on how she'd conquer the mountain - but that one got binned because she was too evil! So, after those frustrations, I took some time away from it before taking a more standard opening instead. I just slammed out the whole thing over the last few hours (all 8.2k of it), after someone told me it was international womens day, and I wanted to throw in some femdom and reversal to... celebrate? I don't know. It just felt appropriate!

Olin ends this entry in a bit of a state. The encounter with Salazzle has imbued him with some rather rough effects - stifling his own inherent goodness and turning him into a beast of lust! He'll need to balance it out with a nice soothing Pokemon. The current lead contender is Meganium - unless anyone throws out something that takes me in another direction over the next day or so - we're looking for a male, either way! I hope that those reading are okay with this direction, as we can finally now get down to the reasoning behind Olin being affected so much by his encounters with all of these Pokemon. I don't want to stray into the riddiculous, and to keep every last effect very small. It took a lifetime of just Dragon fucking for Gideon to end up as he has, after all! Olin has no such things to worry about. Everything is based on the default lore around Aura - just twisted in a way to make things a bit more specific to the individual users and whom they bond with rather than a default list of abilities. Well, there's an excuse to make it quite carnal, too!

As always, thanks for every last watch, fave, view, vote, comments especially, and every folder sub, and the PMs as well (Cheers, WinterWolf87!). Folder subs finally passed 100. Right now, they're actually at 104! It was a completely arbitrary goal, but I'm still over the moon to have reached it. I'm very grateful for everyone that has subbed and allowed me the pleasure of being able to punch the air when that number ticked over into three figures. I don't reallly have any other ambitions as far as numbers things go - I just want to write stories that people enjoy! Comments as always get special thanks - I'm so grateful for all of your suggestions, ideas, and kind words. Last time, the League trainers really helped me get some wheels turning, so cheers for all of those ideas.

Extra special thanks to... User Johnnyd1988 for being so quick with those suggestions! User SnakeBussyorSnubussy whom I wish continued luck to in their own series! User Saxton for the idea of a Canine user rather than someone bound by a Type (I really like how evocative this is, and absolutely want to use it). User Winterwolf87 for the ideas which helped get me thinking again. User Greenhoof for the awesome support and helpful push for a female perspective. User CapitalC for reminding me that Dragapult exists! User Thelastfirstborn for an idea of maybe Lopunny twins. User EWEW for making me seriously still conflicted about maybe Meowscarada next after all (see if any comments below push that direction - I'm seriously on the fence). User NoNoNope for getting me thinking about Gardevoir. User AdvancedCBMaster for reminding me that Sawsbuck is awesome (and a doe would be nice later on). User DeltaHopper for the awesome support - I hope you enjoyed Flygon! And User Thememeswantmemes, whom it's nice to see crossed over from Beastmaster!

I have an idea in mind for the next female Pokemon, but I'm not entirely sure. So, I could use any last minute suggestions for a male that can fix Olin (currently Meganium, with maybe Meowscarada as a contender - I'm not set until I start!) - and anything at all for the next female, just in case my idea fails to pan out! As always, all suggestions and ideas are welcome - Olin would be back at Lastwall Mansion at this point, and any kinks or scenarios that you want to see would also really help get me thinking on the pitched pokemon!

Also - I have one big question. Olin is going to be dragged back to civilisation while in this state. What is the dumbest thing he could possibly say to Gardevoir while so consumed by lust that he can barely control himself? As always, thank you for all of your input. Your suggestions and ideas, pokemon and kinks, are what write this series - and your kind words and encouragement are what keeps me going. I've been at this series for seven weeks now, and in that time churned out eighteen of these! I'm so very grateful for the support that has made this possible. You're all legends.

Ah - and Salazzle is up for adoption! She may have been forced to submit now, but she'll still be plenty feisty! Hit me up with your Trainer in the comments if you're interested!

Have a most excellent day.

Update: The amazing SnakeBussyorSnubussy just updated his story with a second chapter, found here. The series takes place in the same setting, hitting on some of the harder kinks that Olin wouldn't be able to contend with. He's very good - and I encourage anyone that's not checked out his work already to take a look!