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“We’re here in front of the newly christened Battle Tower, with its proprietor—Galar’s former Champion, Leon!”

The telly showed Leon smiling for the camera the way a life in the spotlight had trained him for, all gleaming teeth and roguish charm. Sitting at home, Sonia couldn’t help but smile. Since losing the Championship, he finally learned how to dress himself, she thought with amusement. The old-fashioned maroon frock and riding boots would have looked absurd on most, but her old friend had the panache to pull it off. Still kept the hat, though, she added with an amused shake of her head.

As Leon launched into a snappy speech about how the Battle Tower was a way to step out of the shadow of Chairman Rose and help Galar take a new path forward, Sonia found her smile growing a little wan. Her heart started to ache. Feeling only slightly guilty, she flipped off the telly.

The absence of noise perked up her old pal, Gizmo—the Yamper was dozing as he usually was, warm against his trainer’s side. She reached down to pet him almost as second nature.

Paradoxically, losing the Championship almost seemed to leave Leon happier. Not having to spend his whole life under scrutiny and living up to the title was doing a number on him. Sonia’s old compatriots were also doing well—and so was she! Taking over for her gran as the region’s researcher was an imposing challenge, but one she was willing to rise to meet.

So why did she feel such malaise?

You know why, she chided herself. The answer was right there on the telly.

Leon… back in the day, the two of them had been rivals—and as so frequently happened, competition in the field had turned to passion in private. But their flame had fizzled and while the two of them remained good friends, Sonia couldn’t help but feel bitterly reminded that her time with the ex-Champion, almost a decade old, was the last real relationship she’d had—romantic or otherwise.

Her phone buzzed and she sighed on picking it up. Normally her loneliness in the romance department was something she could deal with, but some things had happened recently. Gloria, the new Champion, had publicly started dating Leon’s brother. And as if in quick succession, Sonia’s best friend Nessa announced she was going out with another model—and Bea and Allister confirmed rumors that they’d been going steady for a while!

Sonia was happy for all of them, of course, but so many so fast had left her increasingly cognizant of what she lacked in her life.

A sudden weight in her lap jolted her memory. Gizmo was standing on her thighs, paws on her belly, tongue lolling happily as he wagged his tail. The little Yamper yapped a few times and gave her a friendly lick.

Smiling, Sonia scratched behind his ears. “You always know when I’m feeling down, don’t you, Gizmo?” she asked. Though he acted dopey, Gizmo had been her companion for years, and was cannier than he appeared. He cocked his head and nuzzled her again.

She laughed again. “I don’t think this is anything you can help me with, good buddy…” she said. “Here, why don’t you go outside?”

Gizmo looked uncertain but followed his trainer’s advice. She opened the door to let him frolic in the garden and harass the wild pokemon on Route 2.

Meanwhile, Sonia climbed up to the loft. With Gizmo gone, it was just her now…

Before long she was naked and splayed on her bed, absentmindedly stroking her pussy, shuddering at the touch.

She was a woman with needs, and without anyone to fill those needs, she had to do it herself. Moaning softly to herself, she stroked her outer folds, toying with her clit and teasing her own entrance. She had toys, but today felt like a simpler day.

Normally her self-stimulation hit the spot, but echoes of Gloria and Hop, Allister and Bea, Nessa and her new partner, not to mention her past time with Leon… they clawed at her and left her feeling hollow.

So focused was she on herself that she didn’t realize that the front door hadn’t shut all the way.

Out in the garden, Gizmo nosed unconvincingly at a pocket of flowers. His trainer wanted him out, but his place was with her! A pokemon’s duty was to protect their trainer, shield and help them—and not just from physical danger. She could get sad and he knew that his warmth in her lap cheered her up.

Turning back, Gizmo noticed the door was not shut; determined to make sure his trainer was alright, he nosed it open.

The interior was different than when he’d left. His senses were far sharper than a human’s—he heard the plaintive moans coming from upstairs as clearly as if they’d been next to him, and his nose effortlessly picked up the scent his trainer was giving off. She was worked up.

Gizmo never understood the hangups humans had about mating. Pokemon went about it without shame, the sensible way.

His padded feet soft against the floor, Gizmo climbed the familiar steps to his trainer’s loft. Her door was ajar, and the scent of her need was growing stronger. Poking his head in, he could see that his trainer was attending to herself.

The scent was stronger than ever, and Gizmo reacted as any sensitive male might have—his body perked up in kind, his little cock standing at attention. He parsed the situation. Whatever had consumed her lately had to do with her lack of a mate, he was certain of that… A pokemon’s duty was to assist their trainer with whatever they needed.

And his was looking particularly needy at the moment.

Though he’d never mated a human before (hadn’t even looked at them that way), it seemed natural to Gizmo. He was a male who was ready, she was a female in need; besides, didn’t he and his trainer already share a close bond? It seemed a natural extension of their current relationship.

Quiet and focused, he padded into the room and, wiggling his rump, hopped up on the bed.

Consumed with attending to herself and trying to fight off a desperate feeling of loneliness, Sonia didn’t notice the shift in weight on the bed. She kept stroking, swirling her touch on her clit, until—

A second of warm breath on her pussy was all the warning she had before Gizmo’s warm, smooth tongue lapped at her.

She jolted, shrieking from the sudden and unanticipated sensation, and afterwards was immediately grateful that her gran had moved to a quiet cottage in Wedgehurst. Bliss blossomed out of her, far more intimate than anything she’d done to herself, and she felt her cheeks burn. Craning her head up, Sonia gulped. “G-Gizmo?!” she said.

Her Yamper met her gaze, his eyes wide and happy and determined. Yapping once, he dutifully buried his snout in his trainer’s cunt and started lapping away.

The sensation was immediate. Shuddering against the sudden onslaught of pleasure, Sonia crashed back onto her pillow, her blush deepening. “G-Gizmo… what are you… we s-shouldn’t…” she said. But her words were half-hearted. Her mind held shock, and even concern—relationship with a pokemon was taboo!—but both of those were secondary to the pleasure her pokemon was giving her.

Because oh fuck, Gizmo knew what he was doing.

His tongue was warm and smooth and perfect, tracing down her outer lips and making her arch her back and croon when it brushed against her clit. He ate her out, his pace thorough and unrelenting, his little paws pressed against the inside of her thighs, his nose cold and wet when it brushed her skin, the touch making her shudder. From where she was laying, Sonia couldn’t see his face—but she could see his lightning-forked tail, wagging happily. The Yamper wasn’t just doing this out of duty—he was enjoying it too.

Too? Too? Yes, Sonia felt no need to lie to herself—she was in bliss.

Leaning back with a sigh, almost incredulous at what she was saying, Sonia muttered: “Gizmo, don’t… don’t stop…”

With his trainer’s assent, the pokemon dug in with renewed determination, lapping energetically. Every slide of his warm tongue down her sent Sonia reeling, and she was left thoroughly washing on the sensation. It was all-consuming.

Eventually, Gizmo couldn’t ignore the hardness of his cock anymore. His trainer approved of the attention he’d given her, so wasn’t consummating a natural next step? His tail wagged happily. Not only were they trainer and pokemon—now they would be mates, bonded more intimately than ever. He was proud to please and serve her in this way.

Even in her haze, Sonia felt Gizmo’s weight shift, felt his paws hitch on her lower stomach as he angled himself towards her slit. Craning her neck up, her eyes widened when she saw what Gizmo was about to do.

Her own pokemon was about to mate her.

In a split second, her academic’s mind whirled through a panoply of possibilities. This was… this was beyond taboo, wasn’t it? Could she really do this? She had no doubt that if she firmly, clearly told Gizmo to stop, he would. She opened her mouth.

And suddenly thought about Leon, and how empty she’d felt since then… thought about Gloria and Nessa and Bea, all happy with partners of their own. Only Sonia had felt alone so long.

But I did have a companion the whole time, she realized. Gizmo had been with her, attentive to her moods, working hard to help pull her through her depression. Her stalwart and faithful companion.

He cared for her, always had, and this was just another extension of that care.

Don’t you deserve something? Sonia thought to herself. Damn what everyone else thinks. You deserve happiness.

Would… would letting Gizmo fuck her make her happy?

Reflecting on it, she realized that… yes, it would.

Smiling, reaching down to caress her pokemon, Sonia nodded as a go-ahead.

And with that approval, Gizmo plunged in.

His cock was small—scarcely bigger than her finger, and certainly not up to any toy. But Sonia didn’t mind. Getting fucked by another was different than doing it yourself; in fact, as she leaned back, a warm smile spreading over her face, she found herself grateful that Gizmo wasn’t a titan down there. She didn’t have to worry about any bite or pain from stretching around him; he slipped in easily, like he was coming home, and it was strangely familiar pleasure.

Sonia leaned back, closing her eyes, and cooed to herself. She yielded to her pokemon, his cock rushing in, holding firm, then surging out, only to go in again and again and again. Every thrust was a little dot of pleasure, bubbling up and buoyed by the next one that followed soon after, over and over until her entire being was a surf of blissful feelings.

“Good boy,” she murmured. “Good boy, Gizmo.”

Spurred on by his trainer’s praise, Gizmo gripped tighter, his little paws digging into her skin, and hammered away. A low growl burbled up in his throat—not one of fear or threat, but one of happy confidence. Before today he’d never really considered his trainer as a mate, but now… now he knew it was what they both needed. The feeling of her walls against his cock was stimulating and with his throat rumbling, he buried his head against her thighs, rubbing and nuzzling her happily; his marigold ruff tickled her skin, driving her to higher heights.

She reached down to cup his head. “Good boy, Gizmo,” she murmured, in love with the feeling of his paws on her tummy, his head against her thighs, his cock in her depths—in love with everything about him. “You’ve always been such a good boy.”

He didn’t last much longer than that. With a series of fierce yaps, Gizmo plunged inside of her, held, and then came into his trainer. Sonia gasped at the sensation of his warm seed suddenly splashing into her—and then gasped harder at the feeling of sudden, unanticipated tightness and pressure in her loins.

That’s right… Yamper were canines.

She’d just been knotted.

That realization, the debauchery nearly making her giddy, coupled with the sensation of Gizmo’s knot still swelling up inside of her, did her in. She sunk back, gasping and moaning as she came.

In the aftermath, Gizmo slumped happily against his trainer, draped over her loins as he was still knotted tight, and Sonia reached down to tenderly stroke him.

Things had changed between them. She realized that. There’d be no going back to her and Gizmo’s earlier relationship, not after this—not that she wanted to. Somehow, Sonia realized she was happy to have let her pokemon fuck her, that she enjoyed and appreciated Gizmo’s attentions.

She realized that she’d had an ideal partner all along.

“I hope we can keep doing this, Gizmo,” she murmured happily to him. He yipped pleasingly in response, and Galar’s professor leaned back, head swimming. She never would have expected this development, but now she didn’t want it any other way.