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“Man...c-could that have gone any worse?”

Izumi wasn’t the one in the ring when the battle started, but any experienced Pokemon trainer could tell you that a certain exhaustion came with trying to execute a battle strategy in real time.

More tiring than that was traveling from town to town with minimal provisions, and where she was short on cash, Izumi was that much shorter on time, leaving her with little privacy or thinking space to come up with a good way to get the most out of her team.

She felt horrible for the way that they were struggling, as of late...and one more gym battle had come to an end with Izumi standing just outside the doors of the gym, her shoulders drooped and her wireframe glasses threatening to drop from the end of her nose.

“No use dwelling on it, I guess,” Izumi muttered. “Let’s just get you guys over to a PokeCenter and get you healed up so I can put this awful day to bed...”

The sun was just setting on the other side of the horizon, and Izumi was barely able to kind enough money to scratch two coins together, but she would be happy to do what she could with cash that she had, to try and take better care of her team.

She didn’t have the finances to stay at the luxurious hotel across town, and going to a spa for a treatment was out of the question, but she’d get by on a bowl of instant noodles, once she had a place to heat them up.

“Center’s pretty busy, actually,” a passerby mentioned. “Line out the door; must have been some sort of crazy event going on, but you’re not gonna be able to get your team in there before they close for the day, I think. You may wanna hole up somewhere until the morning.”

Orbs of amethyst followed that man, but he just kept on walking down the street, even when Izumi tried to get his attention. “H-hey, wait up! Where am I supposed to go, then?”

“There’s a good hotel just down the street from here. Lots of trainers are parking there for the night,” he offered, but he still kept walking, his pace telling of someone who had somewhere to be. “And you can buy plenty of items there to heal up your party.”

He was just a local resident, but he’d seen that familiar look of defeat in the eyes of hundreds of trainers before Izumi, and sure enough, he’d see more of them, long after she decided if she was going to give that gym another try.

The idea of retirement was crossing her mind—a rare thing for someone in their early 20s—but Izumi was the sort who had joined the hunt to be a Pokemon master right when she turned 10.

Just over a decade of battles behind her, she’d gone from a promising upstart to a bit of a burnout, and where she’d collected a few badges along the way, she’d never finished out a complete region, keeping her from ever challenging the ranks of the Pokemon League.

She was starting to think that the idea of ever climbing up the final steps of Mount Indigo was little more than a pipe dream, but as tired as she was, she didn’t treat that thought with the sort of crushing depression that it should have deserved.

She just gave it a shrug, the same as she did for the kindly gentleman that informed her of the hotel.

**

“One room, please...and one bowl of those instant noodles.”

Izumi had just enough curative items on her person that she’d be able to take care of the rest of the members of her defeated team, but she’d neglected her own hunger that day, in favor of trying to string together a few wins.

All the funds she’d won by working her way to the end of the gym were lost to the gym leader at the end, leaving her back to eating the cheapest rations she could find, and healing up her team with only what few supplies she happened to have lying around.

It wasn’t the best way to live, and worse still, it made her feel like a careless and cruel trainer, but she would worry about renewing her vow to take better care of them in the morning, when she had a chance to sleep off her disappointment.

The bedroom wasn’t anything special—nothing about the hotel really was—but the fact that there was a clean, freshly made bed for her to walk in and flop upon was all that Izumi could hope for, right then.

Purple locks splayed around either side of her head as she went face down, right into the covers. “Maybe this is a sign...I think I’m losing more battles than I’m winning,” she groaned. “Can’t think of any trainers that could continue on like that...”

The closest she came was far too early in her career, and when she started down that spiraling path, everything went along with it: confidence faded, finances did the same, and a tired, worried Izumi was trying not to let the comforts of a hotel room that she could barely afford go to waste.

“But what the hell else am I supposed to do? Don’t really have any other marketable skills...this is literally all I’ve ever done with my life!”

Even if she’d never find that highest level of success, Izumi still believed that she could make a decent living at being a trainer, if she only gave the profession a new approach.

She was sure that she was doing everything she could to get the most out of her team, but there was one member of said team that would be completely honest with her...at least, as much as they were able to, given the language barrier between them.

“Come on out, Hunter.”

She pulled one Pokeball from her belt and pushed the tiny circle in the center, releasing a red beam onto the sheets that eventually took the shape of a Midday Lycanroc.

Though she named all of her captures and treated them with genuine love and care, Izumi shared a different sort of affection with Hunter, and though she’d considered it with other Pokemon in the past, he was the only one that was fortunate enough to know Izumi on an intimate level.

“What do you think, big guy?” she asked, setting the deactivated ball on her nightstand. “Should I just call it quits? Leave the rest of the team up for adoption or release them back to the wild, while you and I just make the most of a new life?”

There was no telling what that life would be, exactly, but just by the depression in her voice, Hunter was already drawn into her side.

The canine-like creature moved right into Izumi’s torso, nuzzling against her with such an affectionate rumble that it tickled her, right through the fabric of her tank top.

“...That sure feels like a ‘no,’ but I’m tired of running you guys through the ringer every time we go to a gym,” she murmured. “I know it’s just the way of the world and the life of a trainer, but...maybe we need to train harder? I just don’t want to push you all too much.”

Her softer, sweeter nature was what kept Izumi from pushing her team that bit further—the very same bit that would bring them into the upper echelon—but she wasn’t going to change her ways on a whim.

After all, it’d taken her more than a few nights of snuggling up to Hunter before she decided to actually wrap her arms around him and snuggle his soft, fluffy coat into her body, and a few nights more than that before she’d allowed her fingertips to tickle at the side of his sheath.

Like plenty of other trainers before her, Izumi was familiar enough with the Lycanroc that she could understand some of his rumbles, even when most of them were just different variances and pitches of his own name.

It was amazing what she could glean from his voice, his physical response, and sometimes...the actions that he pushed on her, as he nuzzled a little further into her body, unintentionally nudging against her covered breasts.

“But you know all about pushing, don’t you?”

Her mood wasn’t that quick to turn, of course, but there was only so much wallowing that she could do before one of her Pokemon would find the way to turn her mood around.

If it was any other member of the team, it would have taken until the crossroads of exhaustion and hunger forced her to do anything else, but with Hunter, she felt a greater sense of connection, and an appreciation for the effort that he put into raising her spirits.

He wasn’t just nuzzling and nudging her, but moving further up her arm, his tongue tracing the edge of her jawline and brushing over her cheek. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I do just need a good distraction,” she conceded, trying her best to leave those negative thoughts away from the bed; she knew what was coming next, and she didn’t need much to prepare herself for it. “I’d say that you always know just what to say to get me out of my own head, but...whatever you lack in words, you make up for in intuition, Hunter.”

He gave a quick bark, and as much as one could with a muzzle, he smiled and sat beside her head, his rump settled against the covers and his front legs creating a window to his underbelly.

Just from that posture, it was impossible for Izumi to miss the way that his warm, pink tip was emerging from the comforting white of a sheath, but there was a greater relationship than mere lust—one of respect and trust—that gave her plenty of reason to hesitate.

“You know what I need right now, but this isn’t just about me,” she told him. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to do it just for me...”

It wasn’t much to go off of, but Hunter was among the most intelligent of his ilk, and when he nodded in response, he meant it.

“...Whatever I decide to do with my life, you’re definitely coming with me,” she assured him. “I can’t be the only trainer in the world that’s lucky enough to have such a kind, caring, and...understanding Pokemon as their closest friend.”

As much as friendship wasn’t a prerequisite for sexual activity and vice versa, it certainly helped with the comfort level...and Izumi took a certain, greater comfort in knowing that Hunter cared about her on that same level, more than thinking of her as a way to take care of his own, personal needs.

He also seemed to understand that sometimes, Izumi had her own needs to take care of, and as much as a Pokemon possibly could, he was happy to give it his best shot; to that point, Izumi had never complained about his methods, and more often than not, she encouraged them...

...as it ever had, it started with her reaching between those parted front legs, her digits sneaking along the comforter and drawing creases in the covers, until her fingertips were curled about the soft, fuzzy pouch of his sack.

“I need you to know that you’re not just a tool, Hunter. You’re not just a weapon, not just some creature that I keep in a ball and call on when I want something...you’re a living, breathing thing, deserving of as much fulfillment in life as I hope to have.”

Once more, he nodded, and though he didn’t have the words to answer to the deeper discussion that she was sharing with him, he could still understand the meaning of what she was conferring to him: that her physical desires, while important, weren’t more important than his willingness to answer that call and enjoy himself in turn.

Of course, she’d gone down that path with Hunter before, and there was no doubt in her mind that he did enjoy what came next—the grip of her palm, gently fondling and stroking his orbs—as plentiful inches of his canine-shaped member continued to push up from the opening of his sheath.

“If that means I have to try something new, so be it...but for now, I think I’d rather try something that I know we’ll both enjoy.”

She kept those fluffy orbs in her palm as she turned her head a little further, looking through the drapes of her own tresses to the intimate, exposed flesh at the tip of his cock.

Marbled red and pink, tapered with a shape that was decidedly canine, and starting to drip precum just from the tickle of her fingertips, Hunter was blessed with a particularly splendid cock, and though Izumi was sure that there were other Lycanroc who would have preferred to have a go at him, she was a bit selfish, in that regard.

Just being able to feel that first, arousing throb in his shaft as her fingertips crept toward it was enough to do away with the last of her concerns, and though she’d still have her life to figure out in the morning, she had only her desires and the pleasures of Hunter to worry about, right then.

Where some would think that the relationship between a trainer and a Pokemon could be a complicated thing, Izumi could think of nothing simpler than pushing her head through those front legs, letting them drape over the back of her head as she went in for a first taste.

Her lips, still grinning, kissed upon that tapered head with all the affection that she could ever hope to share, and on the other side of it, she heard the first of Hunter’s whimpering breaths, a quiet thanks for her efforts.

“Still as wonderful as the first time I tasted it,” she whispered, her lips staying so close that the rolling steam of her breath tickled down his shaft, coaxing more of that length to come out of hiding. “Still that same scent...overpowering, and yet, so comforting that I could just fall asleep right here, if I was only tired enough.”

There were other things to take care of before either one of them entertained the thought of getting a good night’s rest, but Izumi was looking forward to the peaceful sort of sleep that would come after.

It was the sort of sleep that she only experienced when she was good and done, dripping with sweat and stuffed to the brim with Hunter’s seed, filling her with an intimate sort of warmth that could only come from a romp with such a virile creature.

Though she’d met with other, handsome trainers that would tip their cap to her and say that she could pay for her losses another way, it was Hunter that had the best of her, Hunter that had her lips wrapped around the middle of his throbbing shaft, and Hunter that was inspiring her fingertips to worm down and into her skirt, just under the cover of damp, cotton panties.

“Think you can help me get a good night of rest, Hunter? I’m way too worked up to take a nap, right now...”

Early enough in the evening that Izumi would never have been going to bed just then, she felt mental exhaustion enough that she could sleep for a few days and not quite have her mindset corrected, but if she could find even a moment of solace in the pleasure she was about to feel, that would get her through the night.

Feeling how much more of her Lycanroc there was to take, it was shaping up to be one outstanding night, but she wasn’t going to spend it giving herself a sore throat—that could wait until a little later—there was a matter of greater importance to attend to.

The soaking offering of her throat would have been enough for Hunter, and as much as he loved that sensation against the tip of his cock, he was quick to be reminded of just how desperate Izumi was, when the unwitting scent of her womanhood tickled the end of his nostrils.

He could have kept on pumping against the edge of her lips, putting his length that much deeper into her throat, and goodness knew that some part of her wanted him to do exactly that, but before either one of them had a chance to get carried away, Izumi’s body ached with such a need that she couldn’t hope to ignore it.

Pulling away from that shaft and slurping a fresh helping of precum from the tip, the down-and-out trainer felt like her luck was just starting to turn, and with a quick push of her skirt, she was about to do the same.

Shorts and panties only made it as far as her knees when she turned about, facing away from Hunter and lifting her rump into the air.

The source of her arousing scent was more than enough for him to take the bait, and that was before Izumi gave him his favorite kind of warmup. He didn’t need any further signals, but he gleefully welcomed those soaking, presented folds, and thanked Izumi for her work with a long, slow drag of the tongue.

It was the difference in technique that told Izumi even further of Hunter’s intelligence: he wasn’t just mindlessly slurping at her like a dog would, but pushing his tongue through her folds and finding what spots brought about the greatest of her pillow-muffled reactions.

When he knew he was onto something, he stayed there...and the pressure of his heated flesh against the nub of her clit was almost too much, after just a few seconds of riding that spot.

“N-no more games, Hunter...no more teasing...j-just...just get on...just get up there and fuck me!”

Those words, as much as any other commands she’d ever given, carried a special weight to Hunter.

He knew his battle commands well enough, and as smart as he was, he was able to nod his head and shake it, when addressing Izumi in a conversation...but this was something more than a simple bit of chitchat.

This was a real, visceral need, pouring away from Izumi and giving her such lust to deal with that no tongue bath, no matter how talented and pleasurable, would be enough to scratch the proverbial itch.

“There...t-there it is...”

She wasn’t bothered by the sudden pressure of front legs around her hips, or the scrape of claws against her torso, threatening to tear away the fabric of her tanktop.

She welcomed that pressure, and the scratches, while deep, were surprisingly pleasant to a woman that was struggling with feeling alive.

“Who would have ever thought that a Pokemon c-could be such a fucking tease?” she asked, having only felt the tapered tip of his member against her folds, to that point. “Just sitting back there, riding my ass, holding me close...b-but not giving me...what...I...need!”

Her exasperation reached a peak when she bounced back at Hunter, knowing by then that her lover was doing it all on purpose.

She was almost certain that his rumbling was more of a chuckle, by then, but it expanded, evolving into a pleasured roar when his hips bucked forth, meeting with Izumi’s own efforts.

“There! F-fuck...fuck yes...that’s the spot, Hunter...just pound it in...I can...I can take it!”

Hunter already knew that she was a fitting mate—nothing short of perfection—and the way that her inner muscles gripped around the head of his cock on that first pass, he wasn’t going to take it any easier than he had to with his human trainer.

She was of a more delicate nature, as far as he could tell, but she was more than capable of keeping her stance and holding steady for the second, third and fourth pass...and as he found his rhythm, his hips became a blur, and Izumi lost any hope of keeping count of just how many times the full length of his shaft stretched her insides.

“Goodness...h-how long has it been, baby? Feels like you’re t-trying to make up for lost time!”

She needed only to stay on her knees and keep Hunter supported: just as she hoped, he did the rest, and his driving hips brought the swinging weight of his sack to bounce against her soft, smooth thighs from behind.

That pap was just loud enough to tickle Izumi’s ears, but greater than that was the sound of Hunter’s breath against the base of her ear. Such an unrelenting pace meant that he was working as hard for her then as he had in any battle, and a trail of drool spilled from the end of his tongue, drizzling over the nape of her neck as he stayed in close.

His shifting posture moved up the bed, and claws pressed against the comforter as he gave it his all, pounding the lucky trainer as if she was little more than a heated bitch in the tall grass, eager to receive a full little of pups from him.

“Yeah...t-that...that’s it...this is just what I needed,” she admitted, knowing that Hunter would have already guessed that he was the key to her mental reset. ”Keep going—I'm getting close—please d-don't stop, Hunter! Don’t stop!”

That he could manage such a breakneck pace in the first place was impressive enough, but the fact that he could carry it for more than just a minute or two was that much more impressive, all told.

If he’d only lasted a few seconds at that impossible pace, Izumi would have been delighted, but without breaking his stride for the course of those blissful minutes, he’d brought his trainer to such a pleasurable height that she felt as if she really might have reached the so-called cloud nine.

Lightheaded and clawing at the bedspread, Izumi felt like she might be the more feral of the two beasts. She’d done everything Hunter needed her to by taking such a firm and steady stance, and the best way that he could thank her was the same way that he’d guarantee her a good, restful night of sleep.

“Ooooh fuck...oooohfuck-”

She bit the pillow a moment later, knowing that the weight of his knot was already teasing the petals of her sex with every thrust. That only added to the already orgasmic delights that she felt, and as inner muscles fluttered around the plentiful inches of a canine shaft, the greater weight of his knot finally had a chance to stuff her slender body to the literal brim.

“Mnnnnf! Rrrrrrnf!”

Growling as though she was a Lycanroc herself, she bit down harder on the pillow and rubbed her face into it, hugging it to her chest for what little support she could find.

All the while, Hunter was still pounding her from behind, his diligent efforts keeping a long, steaming trail of panting breaths on the edge of his tongue...and a moment later, his own whimpers of delight told of his climax, just a moment before Izumi felt the spop of his knot breaking through her natural resistance.

“Mnnnnnyes...yes...yesyesyesdoit!”

Such rapid praise and heavy demand would be too much for most, but Hunter was her favorite for a reason.

Even when the weight of his own orgasm was bearing down, he kept thrusting, humping away at Izumi until the tie of his knot within her depths kept him from moving...and even then, he offered short, softer pumps of his hips, moving that bulge around within her and stretching the length of her climax as much as his endurance would allow.

To have all of that wrapped around either side of his climax and the plentiful, heated volume of cum that filled her depths...Izumi could think of no greater victory in life to be achieved, no matter what path she took next.

“You know...I...I’ve heard r-rumors of Pokemon breeders who...specialize in this kind of thing...”

She still couldn’t find her thoughts, and under what breaths she could manage, she was still cussing into the pillow, while singing the praises of her four-legged lover.

To feel the throbbing of his knot as pulse after pulse of warm, slick cum flooded her womb, she was impressed with herself for being able to think, much less to speak.

“Maybe I should get to know some of them a little better? I might be better suited for that kind of work, Hunter...as long as you’re up for it.”