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You could only vaguely remember the start. A trade that seemed too good to be true. You don't even remember what you gave up, but in return, you got a mature, intelligent, and beautiful Salazzle named Mia. You were excited to add her to your team.

You... wanted to bond with her, like any other team member. You introduced her to you one-on-one, just hanging out and talking to her and telling her about yourself. It was nice! She was... interested. She always laid in sultry poses, ones that gave you thoughts trainers shouldn't have. She totally knew, looking back. Of course she knew.

That night, got your first whiff of those pheromones. They made your head swim, they made your thoughts clouded and confusing. She didn't push it - she let you spend the end of that night confused, dazed, and so incredibly aroused. By the time you put her back in her ball, you couldn't wait to get to stroking yourself off.

The next thing you did was introduce her to the team. She wasn't nearly so positive with them. Didn't play well with others, you noted. Seemed to prefer one-on-one time with you. It should have been a red flag to you, but you let it slip because you assumed she was anxious, being the newest member on the team and all. You thought she'd warm up.

She warmed up to you, at least. She was... grabby, during your next one-on-one training session. She liked touching you in one way or another, and when you rewarded her with a poffin, she grabbed your wrist and licked around, over, and between your fingers. Her tongue was long, wet, warm, and... agile.

You came to thoughts of your Pokemon that night, and felt guilty afterward.

She developed a new mannerism - tailsies, you called it. She'd always be holding your wrist, your ankle, your waist, and yes, sometimes your neck, with her tail. A gentle, possessive clinginess that you found both endearing and slightly concerning. You'd stopped trying to integrate her with your team - you knew what she preferred and she was battling just fine anyway.

She liked that. She grew closer and closer to you, and she started giving you a strong smell of pheromones earlier and earlier in the nights you spent together. You were spending more and more time squirming, horny, suggestible... and she loved every second of it.

You remembered that the first time she started your one-on-one with her pheromones was the first time you gave in, and indulged what she so obviously wanted. The beginning of the end.

She sucked you off that night, you remembered. Her mouth was hot. So hot. Fire types, you guessed. Internal heat made all the difference, and her tongue was more than you could possibly take for more than a minute. She, at least, seemed to find that amusing. You were humiliated, and embarrassed, and afterwards, guilty. You couldn't beleive you'd succumbed to your urges like that. You couldn't understand what could have possessed you to do something so profane.

The pheromones, of course. After the fact, it was so easy to guilt yourself logically, but the second you got another lungfull of those wonderful, incredible scents, you remembered exactly why you did what you did.

Mia only wanted to take it further. The next few nights were your honeymoon. You shifted one-on-one time with your other teammates back, just because the cravings were getting so bad. Mia was happy to indulge your every desire, and your every curiosity.

But then, she changed. You weren't sure if she just realized her power over you, or if she was waiting for the perfect moment to spring it, but you remember that night clear as day. You released her from her ball, took a deep breath of her, and before you could do any more, she gripped your neck with her tail and pulled you down to your knees.

Every movement to get closer to her, to get that release you needed, was met with a squeeze of her tail and a push to keep you exactly where you were, kneeling, and breathing. She didn't let you do anything, not even touch her, until you were so pent up and needy that all she had to do was wrap her feet around her dick for you to make a mess. She giggled at you, your powerlessness.

You had no more control. You needed more of her, you couldn't live without her. You stopped using her ball at all - what was the point? Separating yourself from her only made the craving worse. You needed her.

She gleefully accepted her new power over you. Everything came at a price now, and she was constantly pushing you to do more, to made it absolutely clear who was in control between the two of you. You wish you could say you put up more of a fight, but by this point, just feeling her tail coil around her neck was enough to get you on your knees and ready to do anything you were told.

You'd been doing a lot of eating her out, lately. It was her favorite passive display of dominance at the moment. Maybe you could have done something to prevent this, but the time was long since past.

You'd do anything for a little more time between her legs.

She knew it just as well as you did. After all, she taught you.