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Jayce groaned as the sun battered his body in harsh rays, at first it was just a little annoying, then his covers were stripped away. His pillows had been taken, even his sheets…but against all odds he continued to choose sleep. It was hard being a Pokemon Master, having to wake up so early and go to bed so late, being stopped for interview after battle, after interview with no reprieve. To him, the title didn't actually mean very much, but it seemed like it did to everyone else.

Really, whenever he thought about it, the people he dealt with were far more troublesome than any of the pokemon he'd ever met. Even the unruly ones weren't quite as demanding as some of the people he dealt with on a daily basis, though the roaming Entei and Raikou came close alongside his very own Haxorus.

What even was a Pokemon Master, really? Jayce picked himself up with another groan, running his hands through his spiky silvery hair and immediately catching sight of a gold-framed picture and his trophy after he'd defeated Red, the last champion. The trophy was big, and gold, lavishly decorated as one would expect with a pawprint of each of his pokemon that had helped him earn it on its sides. The trophy was polished nightly by his pokemon, a little lucario that helped earn it, though he dusted off the photo of his sister personally.

He hadn't seen her in a while. Sometimes he went months without hearing from her, but whenever he saw that picture, the one of her riding Lugia's back with a massive, childish grin it was almost like she was right there next to him. It always made him remember that she was the one who got him into liking pokemon so much. Truthfully, he used to be scared of them, but she taught him they weren't so bad, and it was because of her that he actually met his first legendary pokemon.

Jayce smiled, lifting up the picture and opening the drawer beneath the nightstand. He pulled out a black shirt and dusted it off then returned the photo to the stand. There was never a doubt in his mind that if she wanted to be the 'Pokemon Master' most pokemon she'd met would rally at her side, all without catching any of them in pokeballs. He'd heard some weird rumors about her when he was growing up, but whenever he thought about the rumors, the older he got, the less weird they actually seemed to him.

The thought trailed away as the smell of french toast, eggs, and bacon filled the air. He dressed himself in thick, baggy black jeans, the black t-shirt, and a dresscoat before heading out down the hallway. The dresscoat would never make it to his destination without a careless tears, but that had been his style in recent years, “the tattered coat" they called it. His house was a mansionette with lots of rooms and space, though he only lived with his pokemon.

Most of the doors were open and rooms were empty, with his pokemon coming and going as they pleased, but a few of them were still around, lounging about. Arcanine and Flygon shared a bed, while Gardevoir and Zoroark shared one of their own, Rhydon and Nidoqueen each had a room to themselves, while Lucario shared a bed with him, though strangely enough she was nowhere to be found.

Jayce lumbered down a spiral staircase before ending up between the living room and the kitchen. In the living room he could see Lucario's ears from behind, she was watching some sort of documentary on the bigscreen, while in the kitchen, his very own legendary, Mewtwo was cooking breakfast. He looked over Mewtwo from behind with a bit of a smirk before making his way to the living room leaning over the couch to look down at Lucario.

“Mornin'!

Lucario immediately looked up at him and spun around on the couch, giving him a lick up the cheek. “Good morning, Jayce!' Her tail wagged hard behind her.

Jayce smiled, reaching forward and scratching Lucario's neck. She giggled and shivered, wavering from one side to the other. She wasn't as bodacious as some of the other Lucario he'd seen, and she was quite small in comparison to a lot of others, but she was just as strong and fast as the others. “Where's everyone else? I thought we were heading through Mt. Silver today."

“O-oh!" Lucario pulled back from his fingers so she could speak. She cleared her throat and patted her ruffled fur back down. “Yeah, Sandy told me to tell you to meet them there. She…umm…didn't want to wait."

“Ah." Jayce nodded, he always found it a tad strange that they had nicknames for each other, but he never really called them that, unless they preferred it, of course. “Alright, I'm gonna grab some breakfast then we can leave, alright?"

Lucario turned back to face the television as Jayce made his way into the kitchen, looking up and down Mewtwo's figure as she used her psychics to cook several different pans of food all at once. A single plate with a name on it was set to the side. He stepped up behind her with a lick of his lips, admiring her bodacious, humanesque curve before going straight for her waist, but before he could manage a grab she batted his hands away with her tail.

“Don't even think about it." She spoke without turning around, sighing as she continued to cook, then he went for her waist again. “Jayce…!"

He shrugged, “a little late for that, don't you think?" Her skin was smooth, soft and even, then he got to her thighs. They were even softer, nice and warm, almost like they were meant to replace the warmth of his missing blanket. “I've been thinking about it all morning."

Mewtwo turned her head and glared a little out of the corner of her eye, but never quite many any actual attempt to stop him. He groped her inner thighs and her belly, breathing softly on her back as he arched his own, pressing himself against her. She was a deal taller than he was, a solid 7 at least to his 5'6, but the only thing that mattered was that she felt his erection against her thigh.

“I swear to Arceus, if you don't…!" She levitated a piece of toast onto the plate, then placed a pair of eggs on it, then a few slices of bacon, then another piece of toast. Afterward she lowered the other pans back to the stove, before using her telekinesis to shove the plate against Jayce's chest. “Eat your breakfast, I'm busy!"

She spite her own words with her body, biting her lip and leaning over the counter, her digits curled and her tail raised a bit. Then she heard the unzip of his pants.

“Don't let me stop you." He put the plate down at her side and called her bluff, but before the zipper had fully come down she used her psychics to zip it back up. He smirked, growling playfully like he would with Arcanine before reaching forward cupping her sex from behind and grabbing her right breast, pulling her back into him. She gasped, and groaned, fighting the urge as her body began to heat from his touch. Her nipples began to lactate, leaving streams of milk running down her breasts and dripping onto the counter, her sex had become moist and responsive to his touch, pulsing every now and again.

“Would you…!" She grunted softly and thrust her hips back against him hard, but he pulled her with him. Once more she gasped before finally looking over her shoulder. “Would you be quiet!" She spoke in an agitated, whisper. “Lucy's right there! She can hear everything!"

Jayce snatched Mewtwo by her hips and spun her around, looking into those glistening amethyst eyes of hers with a smirk as she leaned back. Pussy juice ran down her thighs and a trail of her milk ran down the doors of the cabinets beneath the sink. All the while she panted softly, occasionally glancing past him in Lucario's direction before looking down to him, then his zipper. Finally, she unzipped it herself.

“Alright, fine!" She whispered as agitatedly as she could, but the sigh that followed was filled with relief. “But hurry up! Your breakfast is getting cold and you have somewhere to be!" She further yanked his pants down then her eyes began to glow, she lifted her own body up, sitting in midair and crossing her ankles behind his back. She lowered her digits to his cock, gripping it tight and giving him a small yank forward before huffing.

He reached down and pressed his fingers against her folds, leaning forward and putting his mouth on her nipples. Then she softly moaned out. Jayce reached up for a hand behind her head and pulled her down. He pushed his lips against hers and reached up for her sizable breasts, then he thrust forward.

She filled his mouth with a rumbling moan, reaching forward and gripping his shoulders tight as she clenched his cock. She throbbed around him, grunting even louder than she whispered as her telekinesis began to waver. Jayce smirked and leaned against her, holding her tight as he began to work his hips. He thrust forward with a balance of passion and force, his movements delicately refined with years of experience with pokemon much bigger and stronger than he was.

She threw her head backward and moaned out, gasping to the air as she held on tighter and tighter. Each and every thrust was precise and to her liking, trembling her entire body and scattering her thoughts this way and that. Eventually, her psychic force began to wane and she lowered her legs to stand on her own two feet, but Jayce didn't slow down or stop. He pounded her into the counter, squeezing her breasts as she held onto the counter behind her for support.

She grew far more vocal than the minutes before, brief grunts and soft panting became loud moans and deep gasping. Her legs trembled violently as she squeezed him tight, then tighter, then she finally came. A loud scream filled with ecstasy exploded from the depths of her lungs, the kind of angelic sound that no conventional trainer would ever hear. She began to sink, but Jayce didn't slow down or waver, holding her up by her waist as he drove into her relentlessly, spilling her crystalline orgasm over her legs and his own.

It wasn't long afterward that he came too, his dick throbbed hard with the first pump, spilling thick, milky, white inside of her. She sank down to her trembling knees as he gripped his dick tight. He roughly stroked himself, attempting to emulate Mewtwo's sex as he continued to throb, the second splurt landed messily on her belly, and the third on the center of her chest, catching one of her breasts.

Jayce panted softly, slowing his stroking to an eventual stop as Mewtwo picked herself up, leaning against the counter for support. “Amazing as always, Mewtwo."

She snorted, hiding a blush as she looked away. After a moment she picked up Jayce's sandwich and put it to his mouth. “Alright alright, here. I t-“ Suddenly she focused just past Jayce toward the couch and the television, which had been turned off. Lucario was watching them from the couch, her ears tilted curiousluy.

Jayce looked over his shoulder, motioning Lucario over with a wide grin. “No need to be shy, come on over, Lucario."

“A-Alright." Her ears disappeared behind the couch, then there was a shuffling sound and a soft moan, then she appeared.

Lucario stood next to the couch with a heavy blush, covering the fur over her crotch with her paws before stepping forward. Her thighs were wet with her excitement, and Jayce had a feeling that somewhere on the couch he'd find a soaked remote control. She stepped into the kitchen between Mewtwo and Jayce before looking up Mewtwo's body with high caution. It wasn't just her, but most pokemon were rather intimidated by Mewtwo. “May I…"

Mewtwo looked away as Lucario began to speak, and for a moment the words were clear and concise, but when she looked back, Lucario began to stammer. “Umm…h-help clean up here?"

Lucario reached back for Jayce's hand, but end up grabbing his cock, squeezing it softly for a moment before gasping. She fumbled the sticky stuff between her two paws then hit them behind her back with an adorable blush that Mewtwo would never admit that she was turned on by.

“Sure…" Mewtwo sighed, finally able to stand up straight, but she held onto the counter behind her anyway. “Go ahead…"

Jayce smirked as Lucario bent over in front of him, grabbing onto Mewtwo's hips as she lifted her tail to reveal her dripping, wet pussy. Mewtwo had already begun to fidget as Lucario started to go down on her, running her tongue over her messy sex. He finished the toast in as few chomps as he could, gulping the cold meal down before grabbing onto Lucario's little waist. His dick was already far too hard for him to stand and Lucario was more than ready for him.

He smacked her ass hard and she moaned out, squirting just a little, then he looked over to a nearby clock on the wall. The others weren't going to be very happy with him…but that was only until he got to spend a little personal time with each of them too.