Training the Trainer: Gardevoir
When Oliver tries to test himself for No Nut November, the Pokémon trainer ends up getting a lot of unexpected help from his prized Gardevoir.
If only he'd noticed earlier that his shy, femboy Gardevoir was hung like a horse.
Or known that they were a massive buttslut.
Or that they had a kink for humiliating trainers.
But at least he won't need to worry about cumming!
When Oliver tries to test himself for No Nut November, the Pokémon trainer ends up getting a lot of unexpected help from his prized Gardevoir.
If only he'd noticed earlier that his shy, femboy Gardevoir was hung like a horse.
Or known that they were a massive buttslut.
Or that they had a kink for humiliating trainers.
But at least he won't need to worry about cumming!
Only a very select and lucky few Pokémon trainers can make it to the very very top. Oliver had seemed primed to become one of those elite few, briskly qualifying his way through all the badge challenges by the time he was 18...but then he stalled out. Making the jump from the gym challenges to the elite four, and then trying to become a champion, was a huge undertaking, and year after year he was never quite able to crack it.
Now at 21, the skilled trainer found himself back in the practice stadium, working to hone himself and his team to finally achieve that big victory. It was just him and his star Gardevoir today, and the training field was empty save for them. But while the goal of their practice was to better master the unity between Trainer and Pokémon...Oliver found himself getting distracted over and over again.
He'd decided, on a lark, to take a shot at "beating" No Nut November this year. It seemed like a fun little challenge, and while he was definitely used to blowing his load every night, he knew that he had the willpower to overcome a little thing like that. His first week of NNN may have gone by quite easily, but things got a lot harder from there.
Oliver loved the feeling of how sensitive and heavy his balls felt from holding back, but the constant erections were difficult to hide, and it was a challenge to fall asleep with his throbbing hard-on rubbing against the bedsheets. But he wasn't about to give in - he was a trainer , and he wanted to prove that he had the discipline for it. And so he kept going, now three weeks without orgasm...and watching the flowing curves of his Gardevoir as they glided around the field.
He'd never been attracted to his Pokémon before, but now...the way that Gardevoir's narrow waist flared out to their hips, the invitingly naughty part down it's gown, the slight hint of a chest around it's pink fin. Every little motion seemed to arouse him, and he could feel his cock throb within the tight confines of his jeans, then he'd snap himself back to focusing on the training.
"All right Garde, great work out there. I think that's enough dodging - let's pack it in and call it early for today."
"Are you sure? It's not like you to take it easy, Oliver."
The psychic Pokémon moved from far afield to a conversational distance, not that it's telepathic communication really needed to be closer to be heard. Garde's "voice" was always soft and gentle, but Oliver could feel a hint of...curiosity? in the question, and found himself slightly embarassed as the Gardevoir watched him with it's keen eye.
"Yeah, I know, I just...haven't gotten enough sleep lately. Can't get my head in the game today."
"Oh? Is that why you've been checking me out all day?"
"G-Garde!", he stammered in shock, his face flush.
"Is that why there's a big soaking wet spot in the front of your pants, Oliver?"
He looked down in shock, but Gardevoir was right - there was a sizeable dark splotch in his jeans. He had no idea how much he'd been leaking during the session, and getting called out on it by his own Pokémon was mortifying."Ahh! Garde, I, I-I'm so sorry, I wasn't trying to...I just, haven't gotten off in a while, and I...I didn't realize how bad it was...I'm..."
Oliver kept tripping over his words, having no idea how to explain the situation, until Gardevoir cut him off.
"I can feel your lust, Oliver, I'm a psychic type after all."
Fuck. Of course they are, how could he have been so foolish as to try and hide his emotions from a Gardevoir? it was impossible, but he had to come clean, explain that it wasn't personal somehow...
"No, it's not what you think, I-"
"It's okay, I don't mind if my trainer is a pokephile pervert, in fact, I'm flattered~"
Oh no. Oliver's mind went blank as he tried to process a response to that curveball, his face glowing bright pink.
"You don't have to worry, Oliver. Please, take a seat before you fall over."
Gardevoir was right, he certainly was way off balance. He took a step back and sat down on the cold, hard metal bleacher seat behind them, taking a few deep breaths to focus while Gardevoir stood in front of him. Normally, he was half a foot taller than Gardevoir, but in this position he found himself looking upwards into that powerful gaze as he tried to defend his situation.
"Garde, I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I've been doing this challenge to not cum for a month, and it's kept me from thinking straight, I had no idea it was gonna distract me like this...It's not about you, I promise."
His Pokémon nodded along silently.
"I already told you that I don't mind, Oliver. Even now, I can plainly see that you're hard for me. Do you really mean to tell me that you're not craving this?"
Gardevoir elegantly spun around on their heel, facing away from their trainer. In a motion he'd never seen in his life before, the Pokémon bent over, legs straight and together, grabbed the base of their long gown, and hiked it up their back. Oliver had an up-close faceful of Gardevoir's soft, round ass, the flawlessly smooth white cheeks framed by the green lining of their dress.
"Garde!", he gasped.
"You wanted to bend me over and pound my tight little rear end, didn't you? There's no need to sneak pervy little glances. I want you to enjoy the view, Master."
Oliver couldn't do anything but stare at the butt in front of him, his mouth even slightly open and drooling, feeling a gush of precum shoot down his shaft and further soak into his pants. "What the hell has gotten into Garde? They're never like this, and I've never made anyone call me 'master'..."
There was no way for the trainer to figure it out in his current state, but he'd made a huge mistake. With his pent-up arousal clouding all his thoughts, spending extended time along with Garde - a closely-bonded Pokémon with Synchronize - had reflected all of that horny energy back into them. And with Garde's well-developed psychic abilities, that lusty feedback loop was only going to keep amplifying.
Before he could say anything, Gardevoir spread their cheeks apart with their hands, stretching wide to expose their tight pucker, causing Oliver to huff and throb even more. He watched transfixed as his Pokémon flexed it's hole, his own cock dripping in sync with the contractions as it ached to shove itself inside.
"Come on, Master. You do want to stuff my little ass, don't you? I can feel how badly you want to ravage me, how you want to pump a big hot load of your cum deep inside your own Pokémon?"
"No, Garde, I-I don't want to cum in you, but...fuck, I want it so bad..."
"Ah, right, my poor little trainer is still trying so hard to keep himself from unloading...but I can help you with that too, Master."
Gardevoir bounced his butt up and down, their trainer staring right down their butthole as it moved, until Oliver was shaken free slightly by the noise of a heavy, meaty slap. The Pokémon spread their legs to shake that pearly-white rump better...
And down flopped Gardevoir's own previously-tucked cock.
Garde's member was huge, looking comically out of place on the skinny, twinkish body of the Pokémon. The fat equine rod drooped down just past his knees, the same shade of bright pink as the fin on his chest. Even flaccid, it was a 14 inch slab of fuckmeat, and at least as thick around as the Gardevoir's dainty legs. The heavy horsecock flared even thicker at the tip, ending in a blunt, flat head with a ridge around the crown. His balls were hefty enough to match, fat orbs visibly outlined in the tight little coinpurse that strained to contain them.
"Holy fuck", Oliver gasped, staring wide-eyed at the swinging schlong in shock. He knew that Garde was male, of course, but he'd somehow completely forgotten while lusting over their girly frame and demeanor. And he certainly would never have imagined that his Pokémon was packing such an absolute beast between his legs!
_"Like what you see, Oliver? Don't worry, I know it's my ass you're after, and it's what I want to give you...it's just so nice to let myself be free like this~"
"I want you to be free, too. Please, Master, take off those silly clothes for me."_
Even with how quickly things had escalated, it was an abrupt request. A flash of realization reminded Oliver that he was in a public place...but there was nobody else around. And while he couldn't understand why, whenever Garde asked something of him while cutely calling him Master, he found himself wanting to go along with it. Awkardly, still staring at the shimmying Gardevoir ass right in front of him, he unclasped his belt and shimmied his pants down to his ankles.
Pulling down the waistband of his thoroughly precum-soaked underwear, his cock sprung forward, rising straight up as it twitched in the air. It was a nice cock, standing proud at almost seven inches long, sporting a gentle upwards curve and ending in a pointy pink glans, which shined from it's coating of sticky pre.
"There you go, Master, isn't that so much more comfortable?"
"Y-Yeah, it is..."
"You always work so hard training your team, but I think you're the one who needs training now! Sit back and relax, Master, I know just how to help you with your problem~"
Garde shimmied backwards, hopping atop the bleacher seat with impeccable balance, still bent over and presenting his needy hole. It lined up right into Oliver's face, Gardevoir's pucker kissing right up against the unwitting trainer's mouth. He kept moving back, until Oliver was leaning backwards with his shoulders pressed into the wall behind him, smooshed into the wall by Pokémon butt.
Gardevoir's scent was intensely strong between his cheeks, yet also pleasant and somehow floral. An intensive workout in an area kept covered by his gown developed a potent, sweaty flavor, but Oliver was astonished at how much he enjoyed it. His tongue lapped into the ring that he'd been staring at for so long, savoring it's salty taste, and feeling the strong resistance whenever he tried to push in deeper.
"You love my ass, don't you, Master? I've got such a tight little butt, don't I? It's like I was made for taking little human dicks back there."
"Mmph!" Oliver was in complete agreement, but also surprised by the jab against his manhood. Garde bucked his hips, grinding his rump into the trainer's face, causing his pendulous horsecock to smack against Oliver's tip.
"You're lucky that I'm a freak too, Master. I adore knowing that i'm just the right size for getting plowed by pokephile perverts like you! But first, I need to help you like I promised."
Gardevoir reached down, delicately grabbing onto Oliver's sensitive balls while he continued to grind his butt into his trainer's face. Each of the Pokémon's small hands cradled one of the pent-up human's orbs, and then he gave them a set of sudden, firm squeezes. With each one, an image vividly flashed itself into Oliver's mind.
First he was standing, legs spread wide, his cock throbbing desperately at the edge of orgasm. A heavy steel weight was wrapped around the neck of his ballsack, pulling his spuds down, keeping him from tipping over the edge.
Then, he was humping into a warm, wet hole, an incredible feeling that took him over the peak. He felt the muscles in his crotch contract, the blissful sensation of pumping out a big jet of cum...and then suddenly, they relaxed completely, with nothing to show for it.
Lastly, he was lying in his bed, rock hard, his cock aching to be touched. But as his hand drew near to wrap around it, there was an unpleasant buzzing feeling, and it pulled away on it's own as his cock went limp instantly.
Oliver came back to reality by flailing and moaning into the Pokémon ass he was smothered into. "What the hell was that about?", he thought in complete confusion.
"There you go, Master! Sorry for the surprise, but I've taken care of your problem for you. Now you can't cum until I want you to! I'll make sure you win your training challenge, no matter what happens!"
"Mmphh!", he cried out in protest, but it accomplished was make him breathe in more hot, musky Gardevoir butt. Garde was completely out of control, a sex-crazed fiend, and Oliver felt powerless to stop it.
"And now that we don't have to worry about your stamina, we can get what we both want. Thanks for getting me nice and wet back there, Master, it's time that I return the favor for you"
Garde spun away from his trainer, leaving Oliver panting as he finally was able to breathe in fresh air again. The Pokémon straddled over his seated trainer, facing him, leaning his weight into him with his hands on Oliver's shoulders, keeping the human pressed back against the wall. He lowered himself down until Oliver could feel the Gardevoir's butthole nestle against his pointy cocktip, teasing at him with just the lightest pressure while Garde's own heavy bitchbreaker flopped it's weight onto the human's chest.
"I'm gonna train you to be the perfect pokefucker, Master~"
Garde sunk down, shoving half of Oliver's shaft inside him in one go. He pulled up to the tip and then slammed back down, squealing as he rode his way into a steady bounce. Garde was right - his hole was amazingly snug, and it felt absolutely incredible riding up and down his cock. And from the way that his normally quiet Pokémon was letting out a flutter of girly squeals, Garde was obviously enjoying the hell out of impaling himself on his trainer's cock.
Oliver thrust forward with those bounces, burying himself to the hilt in his Pokémon's tight ass. Before long, he could feel that sensation bubbling up inside him, the unmistakable imminent feeling of being about to climax. But no matter how good the Gardevoir booty slamming into his lap felt, the psychic lock held him back, keeping him right at the edge.
"Fuck! Master, your human cock feels so good inside me!"
Garde's asscheeks loudly plapped against Oliver's thighs as he rode him like his own personal dildo. His own equine shaft stirred, the sleepy slab of meat throbbing to life atop his trainer's chest as his hips rose and fell. Soon, it had grown to it's full size, a 19 inch monster that could compete with any stallion. The broad flared head was prodding Oliver right in the chin, smearing precum onto his already spit-and-ass-sweat drenched face.
It didn't take any teasing or suggestions for Oliver to react to the fat, massive cock in his face. Reflexively, his hands wrapped around the long shaft, finding it too thick for his fingers to fully encircle. It even helped stabilize him as he stroked up and down Gardevoir's oversized fuckstick, coming into a rhythm with the frantic bouncing of that heavenly hole. Aiming Garde's blunt cocktip at his face, he was rewarded with a gush of slimy pre that soaked into his face.
"You might not be cumming this month, but I'll be sure to cum hard enough for both of us, okay?"
There was no sense of time for Oliver any more, being trapped right at the edge of orgasm while pistoning in and out of a hot, slick hole. He was leaking so much precum that there was no need for anything else, while the splashes of Gardevoir's pre kept his face and chest just as soaking wet. He just kept stroking the cock pointed at his face, lapping his tongue at the tip to get as much of that delicious taste as he could, while he mindlessly hammered away at his Pokémon. Oliver found the depth where his cockhead scraped against Garde's prostate just right, and he kept slamming himself into that button, making his partner squeak every time.
"Oh, god, O-Oliver, don't stop, I'm about to-- I'm going to-- Myaaaaaa!"
Garde's ass squeezed Oliver's cock like a vice, locking him in place balls-deep, while his hips trembled and shuddered. The head of his horsecock flared even thicker, followed by a huge rope of cum that blasted across Oliver's face. More and more gushes of Gardevoir seed kept pumping out, audibly splattering against the wall behind them.
Without his own orgasm to slow him down, Oliver just kept thrusting into his climaxing partner as fast as he could. He'd been locked right on the edge of orgasm for so long now, his body convinced that if he could just get a little more stimulation, he could get his relief. Now, every time he prodded Garde's prostate, he was rewarded with another geyser of hot cum across his face, drenching him no matter how much he tried to guzzle into his mouth.
Garde wasn't prepared for how intensely committed his trainer was after he'd orgasmed. Oliver was like a fucking machine that wouldn't turn off, pounding him nonstop, hands milking his now-oversensitive firehose for every drop they could wring out. His eyes were squeezed shut as he rode out the longest orgasm he'd ever had in his life, crying out from the lasting intensity until he was begging his still-uncummed human dildo to stop.
"Ahhhh! T-That's enough, M-Master!"
Finally, Oliver's thrusting slowed, his cock still hilted and aching for release. A stream of seed continued dribbling from Garde's spent member, dripping down the human's chin and soaking into his completely drenched shirt. The Pokémon opened his eyes, barely able to recognize his trainer's face under all the thick globs of cum that completely covered it, and panted raggedly as he slowly came to his senses.
"W-wow, Master, you did great...Let's be sure to give you lots more training like this, okay?"
Oliver's mind was completely fucked silly. Being edged to exhaustion had only made him pent-up even harder than before, his cock unwilling to admit defeat.
"Y-yeah, more training..."
"I bet you'll be ready to pound my little butthole again as soon as we get home, won't you?"
Oliver moaned just at the thought. "Yes, please..."
"I'll help train you every day, all day long! You've still got a whole week left before you're ready to cum, after all~"
The realization made him gulp. How could he possibly handle a week of this without ever cumming?
"Maybe we should even set up a Pokéfans, so everyone can see how good you are at fucking me! Who even cares about being a battle champion when you can become a fuck champion, right Master?"