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WANTED: Experienced trainer to watch over one riolu for the weekend. She's usually well-tempered, but I have issues leaving her by herself. Payment will follow completion, sources available for legitimacy. Will be expected to housesit as well. Contact Emma Katzenfrau for details.

The only unusual thing about the listing was the mention of a female riolu, which was something of a rarity, but it wasn't outside the realm of possibility. The rest of it was pretty bog-standard, seeing how plenty of pokemon wound up as pets, and of course, most people couldn't be bothered to carry them around in their back pocket. In the few years since retiring from the training business, Daniel had seen a hundred like it, but that didn't change the nice sum of pokedollars typed out at the bottom… or the fact that it'd keep him busy for a weekend. The young trainer didn't hesitate to take the job, and after a bit of messaging with the client, she accepted his services.

That Friday, Dan arrived to see a station wagon parked in front of a two-story house, whitewashed with a peaked roof. It looked like a reasonably modest abode, and as the young trainer made his way up to the door, he started to wonder how its owner had procured a female riolu. Did they have a whole lot of money stashed away? Were they just incredibly lucky? These thoughts continued turning in his head as he rang the doorbell, but were quickly dispersed when the client answered.

“Oh, hello!" It appeared to be a woman in her early forties, grey-streaked auburn hair reaching down to her shoulders, clad in the semi-casual attire of a white-collar worker. “I take it you're Daniel, the trainer?"

“Yep," he replied, “But you can just call me Dan. May I come in?"

“Oh, of course!" The woman, who Dan took to be Ms. Katzenfrau, swiftly led him through the door and into the house proper. On the way in, he noticed several packed suitcases lying by the door and a few tiny dents in the wall just beside them. However, his attention was swiftly drawn to the riolu standing in the middle of the room: the small creature was dressed up in a frilly pink dress, with pink ribbons tied to the aural antennae on either side of its head and a brilliant bow sitting on its head. To top it off, it was wearing an everstone on a lacy choker, cementing Dan's idea that this was more toy than pet. “Daniel, this is Morgan," she explained, “She'll be the one you'll be looking after."

On cue, Morgan dropped into a cute curtsy, a nice trick for such a pokemon. Daniel, however, was a bit too preoccupied to notice, and he knelt down to inspect her a bit more thoroughly. She looked well taken care of, and she didn't mind being dressed up in human regalia… but as his eyes traced over her body, he realized that she was actually a he. “You do know this pokemon is a boy, right?" he asked, momentarily forgetting his decorum.

Ms. Katzenfrau looked either confused or concerned. “What makes you say that?"

“There are a few subtle differences if you know how to look for them." Dan offered one hand to the riolu knuckle-first, and the pokemon took a few curious sniffs of his foreign scent. “Granted, it's none of my business as long as he's cared for properly, but I thought you might not have known."

“Well, ah…" The poor woman looked to be on the verge of a panicked explanation, but as the trainer calmly inspected her pokemon, she decided to try and sweep it all under the rug. “She's very well-behaved," Ms. Katzenfrau continued, “And while I'm here, she's absolutely wonderful. However, I have had some issues when leaving her behind… that's why I wanted an experienced trainer like yourself."

Morgan slowly approached Dan's hand, offering no resistance as the human gently scratched under his chin. “What kind of issues are we talking about? Aggression? Marking?"

“Rio!" the pokemon offered, almost as if denying any such thing.

“I'm… not entirely sure. The neighbors have said they hear scuffling in the house when I leave, and most of the time, I come back to find things broken. Whatever she gets up to, it's entirely unladylike, and I'd appreciate it if you can keep her disciplined."

“Uh-huh…" Dan was already beginning to formulate a few theories on underlying issues, and as his petting hand slid around to Morgan's cheek, he began to wonder just what was going on inside the little guy's head.

Taking his keen attention as acceptance, Ms. Katzenfrau began to explain the daily routine. “She's to be fed three times a day, dry food for breakfast and lunch, and wet food for dinner. She usually prefers to eat in the same room as someone else, so if you could stay nearby-"

“Of course." Morgan was already beginning to warm up to the strange new human, accepting his touches and pacing closer to him.

“You should change her water whenever it gets empty, and you should take her outside if she asks for it. The back yard is fully fenced, and she's quite good at coming when called. At night, I'd like you to take off her ribbons, but you should put them back on in the morning. She also likes to listen to a certain kind of music, which I've got loaded up into that CD player there; if she starts getting too rambunctious, that might calm her down a bit. She's not usually very active, so I only exercise her every once in a while, and I don't think she should be doing anything too strenuous."

That right there triggered a red flag in Daniel's mind: fighting types needed quite a bit of exercise, which usually included some kind of sparring. But perhaps Morgan was the exception to the rule… after all, he was calm enough to wear a frilly dress without tearing it to shreds.

“Now, like I said in the ad, you'll also be housesitting. You can stay in the guest bedroom, and you can help yourself to what's in the fridge. You don't have to be here all the time, but I think Morgan could use plenty of supervision." Ms. Katzenfrau paused for a moment to look at a clock on the wall, then turned back to Dan. “Do you have any questions? Do you want me to show you where everything is?"

“Nah, I can figure it out, Ms. Katzenfrau." The young trainer sat cross-legged on the ground, and after a moment, Morgan flopped back into his lap belly-up. He'd always had a way with pokemon, especially the mammal-like ones, and he guessed he and Morgan would be good friends by Sunday.

“Riolu," Morgan sighed, almost as if telling his owner she could leave.

Ms. Katzenfrau crouched down, addressing the lounging riolu with an almost condescending tone. “Now, Morgan, I want you to be on your best behavior… you show Mr. Dan here what a good little princess you are, okay?"

The pokemon nodded obediently. “Rio."

As she stood up, the owner let out a short sigh, visibly relieved that her pet had taken such a liking to the trainer. She turned back to address Dan, inching backward toward the door. “Alright, well… I'm sure you know what you're doing. If there's anything you need, or if you have any more questions, call me, I'll probably be available anytime during the day. I'll be back sometime Monday, and I'll send you the exact time once I know."

“Will do, Ms. Katzenfrau. Need any help with those bags?"

“No, I'll manage." With the matter seemingly settled, the woman turned and made her way back toward the door, stopping for a moment to hit the play button on the CD player. Peaceful harp music drifted through the air as Ms. Katzenfrau pulled open the door and carried her luggage outside. It seemed that the mellow notes helped Morgan relax even further… right up until his owner closed the door.

Dan could almost feel the little creature's body jump to attention, and his head perked up as if to make sure his owner was gone. As she began loading her luggage into her station wagon, Morgan rolled over onto his belly, tail thumping anxiously against the trainer's leg. His ears strained to hear just what his owner was doing, and the closer she got to leaving, the more he anxiously squirmed into position.

“Hey, what's up?" Daniel calmly asked, already forming a few theories as to what the riolu was doing. It might be separation anxiety, but it wasn't fear that was tensing his muscles for action… it was excitement. The pokemon didn't respond, too intently focused on audible cues to care, and as the car's engine started up, he raised himself into a sprinter's crouch.

The trainer thought about trying to catch the little guy before he made a break for it, but even if he'd wanted to, he wouldn't have acted fast enough. As soon as the car began rolling out of the driveway, Morgan leaped out of Daniel's lap like a zubat out of hell, half-jumping, half-running toward the CD player. Before the trainer could get to his feet, the riolu hopped on top of it, stomped the stop button, and backflipped off of it with acrobatic grace.

So that's what she meant by unladylike behavior. It seemed Morgan was just starved for exercise, and since Ms. Katzenfrau made sure to keep him straight-laced while she was around, he had to let out all his pent up energy when she wasn't there to scold him. “Hey, wait up!" Daniel called as he gave chase, following the pokemon down a hallway.

Morgan didn't just sprint away like a scared cat, and he only ran further once Daniel got too close. Along the way, he leaped through the air, bounced off the walls, and practiced striking a dozen blows against an invisible opponent, showing Dan firsthand how he'd made the dents in the walls. After getting chased into the kitchen, the pokemon began leaping up onto the counters, using the cabinets and drawers as his own personal jungle gym. He swung off a knob and somersaulted across the top of the fridge, knocking off a rather valuable-looking blue glass vase, and it would've shattered onto the floor had the trainer not caught it at the last second. Morgan's rambunctious rampage would cause even more damage if left unchecked, and Dan couldn't just stifle him… no, he needed to channel that energy in a way he could control.

As the chase came full circle into the living room, and the riolu began parkouring his way across the cushy furniture, Daniel decided to change tactics. He dropped down on his knees, then called out to the dashing pokemon: “Hey Morgan! C' mere!" Once Dan got his attention, the trainer raised both hands and clapped them together, then smacked his palm with his fist to demonstrate his intentions. “C'mon, buddy… you want a real sparring partner, don't you?"

After having the human chase him around, seemingly with the intent of making him stop, Morgan was more than a little confused by the sudden change of pace. Now that he was paying attention, he could feel an aura of companionship radiating off the trainer, and judging by his hand motions, he was interested in a bit of boxing practice… something he never realized a human could be interested in. “R… rio?"

“No, it's not a trick," Daniel calmly replied, “Just c' mere and practice with me for a bit. Do to me what you did to that wall back there."

Morgan couldn't help but feel suspicion, but it was smothered somewhat by the aura radiating from the human. Either the human was an incredible liar, or he actually wanted to box… and Morgan got the feeling it was the latter. He gradually approached Dan with paws raised, and when the human didn't make a grab for him, the pokemon halfheartedly jabbed at his extended palm. “Rio?" The last time he'd tried sparring with a human, it'd gone pretty badly, with many a scolding for his unladylike behavior… whatever that was supposed to mean.

“There you go, that's it!" It felt like the human wanted him to hit his hands… and after a moment's consideration, Morgan decided to take a leap of faith. He jabbed the palm again, and when Dan didn't let out a cry of pain, the pokemon followed it up with a quick combo, smacking the human's hands with blistering speed. Almost instinctively, Morgan began to bounce on the balls of his feet, loosening his stance while bobbing back and forth. It just felt right, like something he never knew he wanted to do, and before long, he was fully engrossed in the sparring.

“Rio!" he remarked, right before the trainer took a clumsy swipe at him with one arm. Without even thinking, Morgan ducked under the blow, then went right back to punching with renewed vigor. As the training session continued, the riolu found himself experimenting more and more, trying out moves he'd practiced on drywall and doors, stringing together punches and kicks like a poet with fists. Every so often, he had to evade one of Dan's counterattacks, dodging blows and leaping over sweeps, but that just made it even more exciting.

Meanwhile, the trainer got to watch the little pokemon go from cautious to curious to fully involved. His long-stifled instincts were beginning to unearth themselves, and after twenty minutes of hitting Dan's hands with fists and feet, he was flitting around like a butterfly. However, after all that striking and swiping, Daniels's hands were beginning to get sore, even though the little guy had been pulling his punches. “Alright, that's enough for now," he sighed, dropping his hands and beginning to get to his feet.

Morgan cocked his head curiously and asked, “Riolu?" which either meant “Why're we stopping?" or “What're we gonna do next?"

Either way, Dan had another way for the pokemon to blow off steam, and as he made his way toward the back door, Morgan eagerly followed a few paces behind. Whoever this human was, he seemed to understand the pokemon's urges, unlike all the other humans he'd met. After being led out into the back yard, the riolu looked up to Dan, and the human was quick to reply. “Just stay there a moment… we're gonna do something a little different." With that, he knelt down and gently removed the ribbons from Morgan's antennae. Then he took the two strips of fabric over to a medium tree sitting in the corner, draped them over its lowest branches, and headed back over to the pokemon. “Now, I want you to run over to that tree, grab the ribbons, and come back… you think you can do that?"

The riolu looked to the ribbons, then to Dan, then back to the ribbons… Morgan wasn't too sure, but he thought it might be some kind of game. After a moment's contemplation, he decided it couldn't hurt to go with his gut and bounded over to the tree, swiftly leaping onto the lower branches and collecting the two ribbons. When he returned, pink strips held out in one palm, he was pleasantly surprised when the trainer exchanged them for a juicy-looking treat. Morgan quickly got to work munching on the meaty morsel, giving Daniel a chance to place the ribbons just a bit higher. The trainer promptly got into a rhythm of exercise with his small protege, and it took a while for the pokemon to grow tired of doing the same thing again and again.

Instead of formulating another training regimen, however, Dan simply kept an eye on Morgan as he leaped, ran, and bounced around the yard. Out here, there wasn't much for the pokemon to destroy, and he seemed overjoyed at the chance to run rampant. Occasionally, Morgan headed back over to Daniel for a bit more sparring, but as the sun began to fully set, his punching and kicking turned into snuggling and panting. Morgan was fairly worn out for what felt like the first time in his life, and as the trainer headed back inside the house, he followed with an air of satisfaction.

For dinner, Dan opened up a can for Morgan, then microwaved himself a cup of ramen. It felt good to see the pokemon relaxed, and even though his dress was a little sullied from all his running around, he'd still managed to keep an air of prim decency. Once the riolu was finished eating, Dan re-tied the ribbons on either side of his face, then retired to the couch with his own meal, where Morgan swiftly followed.

“Alright, let's see what's on…" With remote in hand, the trainer quickly powered up the TV, then got to work flipping through the various channels. News? Nah, too depressing. Rom-com? Eh, not his style. Pokemon contests? Well, it might be interesting… but it seemed Morgan was more than a little intrigued. The riolu perked up as soon as he noticed a lucario on-screen, and given the little thing's isolation, Daniel decided it might be good for him to see some other pokemon in action. The human set down the remote and focused on his noodles, looking over at Morgan every so often to see how he was doing.

Morgan had always had an interest in these kinds of shows, but anytime they panned around to a pokemon who wasn't all frilly, his owner would switch to a different channel. However, with Daniel, he got to watch pokemon do all sorts of stunts and maneuvers, ranging from things he'd wanted to do himself to things he didn't even realize were possible… and after each contestant strutted their stuff, he noticed they always headed back to their trainer. Without really thinking, the little riolu scooted closer to the human, and when Dan reached down to passively stroke his head, Morgan cuddled right up against his side. Even though it was “unladylike" to be so clingy, it just felt so good… everything about the trainer, from his gentle hands down to his very smell seemed inviting, and after a moment of sitting quietly, the pokemon crawled up into his lap. Once there, however, he began to pick up a most peculiar scent… he hadn't smelled it before, but somewhere in his mind, he connected it to his previous private “exercises" with his owner's hidden toys.

After finishing his simple dinner, Daniel set aside the microwave-ready cup and was about to get back to petting Morgan when he felt the riolu tentatively sniffing his crotch. It wasn't that it made him uncomfortable —his own pokemon had done it to him before, often when they were looking for more sexual attention— it was just that he didn't think Ms. Katzenfrau would react well to him boning her perfect princess. “C'mon, Morgan," he chided, “Your owner hired me to watch you, not screw you."

The pokemon knew he was saying no, but after a whole afternoon of indulging his fantasies, Morgan decided to push a bit. After sniffing a bit more of that strangely intimate scent, his paws dexterously pulled down the human's zipper, but before he could investigate the thing poking up beneath Dan's underwear, the trainer firmly pushed him back.

“Hey, what's gotten into you?" As fun as it'd be to let the persistent riolu have his way, Daniel didn't want to risk losing his payment, or worse, getting blacklisted as a pokemon diddler. All it took was one mean-spirited review… “Didn't your owner teach you not to grope strangers?" On the one hand, it seemed like something he'd have picked up early on, but on the other, he might never have met someone he considered… arousing.

“Rio!" Morgan quickly replied, acting as if that cleared everything up. He tried darting back towards the tent in Dan's pants, and he managed to feel the human's hardening junk; it felt like the thing his owner kept stashed in her nightstand, but living and throbbing. He could only imagine what'd it feel like stuck inside him… just the thought made his little member begin to slip out of its sheath and made his belly flutter with excitement. Before he could fantasize too much, however, Dan pushed him away again. Offended at being snubbed, Morgan decided to take matters into his own paws and quickly leaped off the couch.

By the time Dan had gotten to his feet, the pokemon was halfway up the stairs, and he guessed whatever the little guy wanted, it wasn't good. Was he gonna run rampant? Break something important? Hump a pillow to completion? In any case, Dan needed to keep an eye on the rascal, and he swiftly jogged up the stairs in pursuit. “Morgan? C'mon, don't run off!"

He tracked the pokemon to the master bedroom, and as he pushed open the door, he braced himself for some kind of carnage. However, the scene that greeted him was far less severe; the pokemon was busy just rummaging through the bedside nightstand. Dan was about to ask what he was doing when the riolu pulled away, and as he hopped up onto the bed, the trainer saw what he'd retrieved from the nightstand: a bottle of clear lube, and a veiny dildo.

Daniel was somewhat dumbstruck as Morgan turned to face him, looked him in the eye, then turned around with his rump raised high in the air. It was like he was trying to seduce the trainer, pulling his dress up to his waist and squirting out some lube, then sensually smearing the slimy substance on his puckered taint while ogling the human. Despite his worries, Dan could feel himself pitching a tent, his erection poking insistently through his unzipped fly… the little pokemon would be tight as a virgin, and from his moony looks, Morgan would enjoy every second of pounding. Although it wasn't meant to be, the frilly dress made the pokemon even cuter, especially with it needily pulled practically up to his armpits. Should he stop him? Should he let him go wild? Should he strip naked and help him along?

The trainer's indecisiveness was tested further as Morgan began lubing up the dildo, suggestively rubbing the silicone tool while still staring at Dan. He could tell the human was interested, both by his massive stiffy and his lustful aura… but it seemed like he'd need just a bit more of a push. The riolu balanced himself on his head and feet while his paws maneuvered his plaything, bringing the tip up to his taint before pressing inward. Its rounded head popped in with a slight squelch, causing Morgan to let out a gasp as it slid in inch by inch. Dan didn't realize just how spacious the little guy was until the dildo was balls-deep, and as it began pulling back out, he could see his tail hole gripping its length tight. “Rrrrrrr… riolu," Morgan moaned, watching Dan from between his legs as he slowly masturbated.

He shouldn't… it was too risky… but as he watched the little pokemon screw himself silly, Dan's throbbing erection begged to differ. Morgan just looked so eager with his tail stuck up like a signpost, so tasty in that pink dress, and ever since retiring, his sex life had been a bit stagnant… and to top it all off, his reasoning mind began to make excuses. If he didn't let out the riolu's energy on his own terms, there was no telling what he'd do in the heat of passion… at least if he was screwing him, he might be able to keep the mess to a minimum.

“Alright, you little bugger… you win." As the trainer swiftly pulled off his shirt, Morgan stopped what he was doing, watching in awe as the human stripped off his clothing piece by piece. First came his shirt, revealing his lean chest; then came his jeans, exposing his athletic legs; and finally, he pulled down his boxers, letting the pokemon get a good look at his rock-hard cock. It was every bit as thick and lengthy as his owner's toy, but the way it twitched and throbbed made it so much better, and he had a feeling the human attached to it could do a whole lot more than a piddly chunk of silicone. Awestruck, Morgan turned back around with the dildo still lodged halfway into him, creeping up to the edge of the bed to meet the trainer head-on.

Dan made his way over to the pokemon, watching him drool over his meat like a bitch in heat. When he brought it right next to his face, the riolu tentatively reached out, and when his gentle touch didn't cause Dan to flinch, he swiftly grew bolder. Operating on instinct, Morgan began stroking the sensitive shaft, his tiny paws barely managing to reach around its girth. Then, he gently brought the tip up to his muzzle, licking it a few times before popping it into his mouth.

“There you go… there's a good girl." Even though he knew Morgan was male, it still felt fun to call him a girl… and the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of pounding a pretty princess into the ground. Despite the little creature's inexperience, it still felt amazing to have a warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. Morgan looked up at him hopefully with each slurp and suckle, trying to gauge the sweet spot by the human's expression. The salty stuff leaking out of his tip tasted great, and his intense scent was almost intoxicating… the riolu would do anything his new master asked, and he knew it'd lead him to a world of pleasure. Then, the human reached toward his rump, and just as he began to get curious, he felt Dan take hold of the dildo still halfway inside him. “I'm not gonna let you have all the fun," the trainer purred, and as he began thrusting the toy back and forth, Morgan couldn't help but let out a muffled moan. The first surge of pleasure forced him to lose focus, but as Dan got into a rhythm of massaging his prostate, the pokemon resumed his reverent blowjob.

For such a sheltered creature, Morgan was doing quite a good job: his soft lips sucked as he pulled back, his tongue wormed its way around the shaft, and his teeth hardly touched the sensitive skin. His eager-to-please demeanor was the icing on the cake, and after a few minutes of blissful suction, Dan could feel himself building up to an orgasm. “Mmmm… you're such a good girl," he moaned, releasing the dildo to tenderly pet the pokemon's head. Part of him wanted to do something for the little guy, either keep using the toy or give him a reach-around, but he gradually decided not to overstimulate him. Morgan seemed perfectly happy servicing his master, and as the pleasure built in the human's groin, he decided to just let him finish. “Just keep sucking… such a good girl."

The riolu hadn't ever seen such expressions of blissful contentment on a human, but he knew it meant he was doing fine. Gentle moans escaped the trainer's lips, and by the time he began petting his head, Morgan could tell something was building up. Based on his own experiments, he guessed something was gonna shoot out of the tip, but he wasn't going to let his confusion get in the way of pleasing his master. His soft lips stayed firmly sealed around Dan's dick, and even as the human clutched his head in ecstasy, he kept bobbing back and forth while rhythmically slurping.

“Ahhh… fuck, gonna… gaaahhh!" It didn't take long for Dan to climax, and when he did, the surging pleasure drove all worries from his mind. Without thinking, the trainer grabbed the pokemon's head and thrust into his muzzle, pressing his little nose into the human's pubes. Morgan's eager sucking coaxed out spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum, jetting straight down the riolu's throat. He didn't mind one bit, and actually rather liked both the taste of fresh seed and the raw musk of his groin. After a few moments, the torrent of jizz died down to a trickle, but Morgan kept on suckling until Dan pushed him back.

“Mmmm, that was really something," the human sighed, looking down at the riolu's excited expression. “I think you've earned yourself a treat, my little princess."

“Rio!" Right on cue, Morgan spun around with his tail raised high, presenting his rump to Dan like an excited puppy.

The trainer, however, could already feel himself limpening, and while he wanted to thrust balls-deep into Morgan's tight little ass, his body wasn't quite ready. Instead, he simply crawled onto the bed beside the pokemon and took his hips in his hands, gently guiding him to a different position. “Here, just roll over and lay back… knees up a bit… there you go." Once the little princess was lying belly up, Dan gently slid the dildo all the way out of Morgan's tail hole with a sweet slurping noise, causing the pokemon to look up in confusion. “Don't worry," he cooed, “I just wanna try something a bit different."

What little distrust Morgan still harbored was almost instantly smothered by a mixture of curiosity, arousal, and dogged loyalty. His tail thumped against the bed with suppressed excitement as Dan squirted a glob of lube onto his palm, spread it from his wrists to his fingertips, then reached out toward the riolu's groin. One hand wrapped around his engorged red member, giving it a few slow strokes to test his sensitivity; the other reached down to his rump, popping two fingers inside and pushing a few knuckles deep. Morgan couldn't help but gasp at the sudden contact, and as both hands got to work, he let out a moan of surprised pleasure. The fingers in his rear swiftly began kneading his hard little prostate, making him feel like he was on the edge of a climax, and the firm strength of the other hand's grip was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Once Dan started stroking and fingering, the little pokemon melted like ice cream from pure pleasure. His paws clawed the air, his eyes half-closed in bliss, and his whole body squirmed under the human's touch, bringing a small grin to the trainer's face. Dan could feel his canine cock throbbing as he jacked it, and Morgan's ass intermittently clenched around his fingers. All the previous excitement had gotten the little pokemon worked up beyond his wildest dreams, and after only a minute of Dan's two-pronged assault, he found himself on the verge of a potent climax. “Rrr… rio!" he groaned, partly as a warning and partly out of reflex. Morgan knew messes could get him in trouble, and he thought the human might try to take him somewhere easier to clean, but Dan just powered right through the end. “Ri… rioluuuu!"

Right as the little guy orgasmed, Daniel shifted his grip down to his bulging knot, firmly squeezing it in his fist in what he knew would be the coup-de-grâce. The sudden surge of sensation caused Morgan's hips to buck upward, spurting his gooey seed skyward in a shuddering explosion. Despite the trainer's efforts to aim his convulsing organ, the stuff splattered all over the bed and his dress, glazing both comforter and clothing in the sticky fluid. The riolu gradually realized what a mess he'd made as the ecstatic climax wore off, and he'd just begun to worry about what his owner would think when he saw the trainer's amused grin.

“Looks like someone was pent up," Dan purred, gently wiping a glob of cum on Morgan's skirt. However, he was quick to notice the pokemon's anxiety and was quicker still to quell it. “Don't worry, I'll get this all cleaned up later… Ms. Katzenfrau won't notice a thing. But before we do all that, whaddya say we make things even messier?"

“Riolu?" Morgan was a tad confused until he saw Dan's rock-hard dick, fully recovered from the previous blowjob and ready for more. Part of him desperately wanted to get dicked hard, and another part just wanted to please his new master, but both pieces wholeheartedly agreed as he flipped back into a downward dog pose.

Dan's grin widened just a bit as he looked over the pokemon's plush little ass. “There's a good girl," he cooed, maneuvering himself behind Morgan and getting his hips lined up. A tiny voice in the back of his mind wondered how a two-foot-five creature would fit a fully grown human, but a swift comparison to the discarded dildo beside him put those worries to rest. He swiftly squirted a bit more lube onto his cock, spread it down the shaft, then pressed his tip right up against Morgan's puckered tailhole. One little push was all it took to slip inside, and as the pokemon's insides glided down his manhood, Dan regretted not giving in to his urges sooner.

He was incredibly tight, wrapped around the trainer's cock like a condom over an eggplant, and the warmth combined with the slick lube to make it cozy as could be. Along the way, Morgan began clenching hard, trying to pull him deeper with muscular magic, and before Dan knew it, he was buried balls-deep in the riolu's rump. Morgan's thighs shivered from the raw sensation, and he couldn't help but let a distracted moan pass his lips.

“Oh, you like that?" Dan teased, using Morgan's tail as a handhold as he got dug in like a tick. “I'm not too big for you, am I?" His other hand grabbed onto Morgan's hip, grabbing him through the frilly fabric.

“Rr… rr… riolu…" the pokemon sighed, backing up against the human's hips while wordlessly begging for more. Having the human's raw weight behind him, pulling his tail and clutching his hip, made things so much better than when it was just him and a dildo…

“Well, if you insist…" The trainer gently began pulling himself out, feeling every ridge and crevice rub back against his tip while Morgan tried to pull him back in. It felt like a slice of heaven, having his dick massaged by the pokemon's innards, far better than the measly pocket pussies he'd become accustomed to. Once only his tip remained clutched in Morgan's rump, Dan pushed back in, inch by inch, gradually massaging the riolu's prostate as he passed by. The trainer ultimately wound up with his balls up against Morgan's once again, and after hearing the little beast's pleading moan, he began thrusting back and forth like a locomotive.

Before long, he was jackhammering into the riolu's rear, producing all kinds of loud squelches and meaty slaps as he ravaged Morgan's insides. The pokemon couldn't help but blissfully gasp as it stretched him out, pounding his little p-spot; he could hardly stay on his paws, but Dan's firm grip ensured he wasn't going anywhere. He was simply along for the ride, rubbing the human's cock like a living sex toy… and he loved every second of it. Before long, his own cock was right back out of his sheath, and it felt like he was going to explode from the sheer pleasure of it all. “Rrrrrrgh…" he sighed, letting the trainer fulfill his wildest dreams with his rough, dominant thrusting.

A few minutes in, Dan reached down and started giving Morgan a reach-around, causing the beads of precum dribbling from his cock to turn into an oozing stream. His fingers squeezed and stroked in time with his powerful thrusts to drive the pokemon mad with pleasure, and after only a few minutes, Morgan tumbled into a second shaky orgasm. His seed splattered onto the bedsheets and his dress, further sullying both kinds of fabric, but neither he nor his master much cared. Dan could feel the little creature's bowels pulsing around his junk, begging to get filled, but he preferred to draw things out… after all, fighting types always seemed to like endurance training.

It took a while for the human's pleasure to finally peak, and when it did, it was like blowing a dam with dynamite. Twenty minutes of edging came bursting out as he slammed Morgan's plush ass against his groin, spurting hot, sticky semen deep into the pokemon's rear. Dan couldn't help but let out a primeval groan of pure bliss as Morgan's tight insides milked him for every drop, begging him for more, and the riolu answered with a submissive moan of contentment. It felt so damn good to get used and abused, pumped full of warm goo like a cream-filled pastry, and thanks to all the pressure on his prostate, the little creature didn't even have to touch his cock to cum again. Both of them writhed and moaned as they rode out their orgasms together, and by the time they were done, all that remained of their lust was a warm sense of satisfaction. “Ri… riolu…"

As Dan's blissful haze dissolved into post-coital clarity, he began to notice the various fluids starting to stain the bedsheets and the messy state of his pint-sized lover. With a long, wet, schlorping noise, he pulled his member free, causing lube and jizz to leak from Morgan's gaping rear. “Alright, my dear," the trainer sighed, “Let's get cleaned up."

Understanding the human's sentiment, Morgan swiftly turned around and grabbed Dan's limpening cock, surprising the human with an eager tongue bath. Dan's first thought was to push him away, but once the pokemon began slurping and sucking on his nether regions, he swiftly changed his mind. It took about a minute for his warm tongue to get the slurry of semen and lube cleaned off, after which the human decided it was time to get some towels.

Daniel quickly got to work cleaning up the mess he and Morgan had made, wiping down private parts and bedsheets before throwing the latter in the washer. Next came Morgan's dress, which he wiped semen off of before tossing it on top of the sheets. He cleaned off the dildo, too, making sure it was in pristine condition before stuffing it and the lube back into the nightstand. It took a little while, but he ultimately got everything squared away… except for him and the pokemon. “Rio?" Morgan asked, curious as to whether the human wanted to stay naked and filthy. He wouldn't mind, of course, but given how adamant Daniel was about leaving no trace, it seemed silly not to wash out his ward's fur.

Dan easily got the ribbons off of his antennae. “Yeah, we really ought to get washed up too. C'mon, I think a shower will be good for both of us." It wasn't hard to deduce how the master bathroom's shower worked, and once he got the water to a comfortable temperature, both he and Morgan stepped right on in. Bathing with a pokemon wasn't nearly as difficult as he'd anticipated, especially since said pokemon seemed intent on obeying his every command, and since Ms. Katzenfrau had a whole suite of shampoo and conditioner for her little princess. The worst part of it was the urge to plow the little creature into the ground; Morgan couldn't help but get an eyeful of his new master's junk, and in turn, he wound up bending over in a semi-seductive manner one too many times to be a coincidence. Luckily, the pair managed to get through the shower without messing themselves up again, and twenty minutes later, the two of them were dressed and back on the couch.

Morgan couldn't help but enjoy sitting in Dan's lap, letting the trainer tenderly stroke his head while watching another set of pokemon contests. “Rio…" he sighed, almost as if thanking the human for everything he'd done. The little pokemon couldn't remember a day when he'd felt so happy, so content… he'd come close after a few of his more decadent rampages, but those had been swiftly followed by crushing guilt.

“I wouldn't get too used to all this action," Dan replied, half talking to himself. “We're not gonna get to keep screwing, at least not after your owner gets back… but we can certainly try to keep the training routine. I've got a sparring dummy back at my place that's about your size, and with any luck, Ms. Katzenfrau will let you hang on to it."

The pokemon seemed to get the message, but after a moment of thought, he rolled over to look Dan in the eye. “Rio?" he asked, and judging by the way he nuzzled up against the trainer's groin, he was probably asking about what else they'd do while his owner was away.

Boning pokemon could be a precarious business, and it was better not to tempt fate any more than he had already… but he knew for a fact that both of them would enjoy every second of wild rutting. “Tell you what," he said after a conceding sigh, “I've got some of my own lube that I can bring over, so she doesn't notice a whole bunch missing… plus, I can get some proper gear to clean up afterward."

Morgan was undoubtedly satisfied with that arrangement and relaxed back into his lap with a small yawn. Dan could feel fatigue dragging at him as well, and slowly moved to turn off the TV. “Time for bed?"

“Rio…"

“Alright, let's get you tucked in." On the way toward the master bedroom, Dan had seen what appeared to be the pokemon's small room, all pink and frilly and strewn with finery. Morgan didn't have any issue following him up, but once it was clear Dan was leaving him behind, anxiety crept back into his posture. “What's wrong?" the trainer asked, “Would you rather sleep with me?"

The pokemon nodded. “Rio."

“Alright then, come on." His anxiety gone, Morgan rushed ahead of Dan toward the guest bedroom, already up on the mattress by the time he arrived. The riolu would've been content curled up on top of the duvet, but when Dan patted the spot beside him under the covers, he gratefully snuggled up beside him. It felt terrific to get hugged tight to the human's chest, held like a beloved stuffed animal while wrapped up in his lovely scent, and his aura hung over it all like a cushy metaphysical comforter. After the human finished getting situated, Morgan fell asleep in an instant, already dreaming about what they'd do tomorrow. “Sweet dreams, princess," Dan murmured in his ear, “Sweet dreams…"

The next two days were the best of Morgan's life. After waking up his trainer with a pleasant blowjob, the human left for a little while, but swiftly came back with a rucksack full of toys, and the riolu got a chance to use some real training equipment. In addition, Dan allowed him to get out of the frilly getup (minus the everstone), letting him feel strangely liberated as he boxed and leaped. They worked hard on the pokemon's techniques, testing his endurance and agility with rigorous trials and exercises, forging and channeling his unbridled energy into all kinds of maneuvers.

It didn't take long for Morgan to grow tired, and once he did, he and Dan retired to the couch for some more TV. Before sitting down, however, the pokemon managed to find a spare dress and put it on with Dan's help. The shows kept his attention for a bit as he caught his breath, but once he managed to fully recover, he was almost immediately enticed by the human's arousing musk. A few needy nuzzles later, and the two of them were rutting like beasts, pushing Morgan's body to the limit as Dan screwed him hard. Both of them climaxed a few times, enjoying every minute of primal passion, then got to work cleaning up, after which they settled in for some post-coital snuggling. However, the pokemon wound up bored after ten minutes and pushed his trainer to start playing with him some more, continuing the vicious cycle until their final day together dawned.

On Monday morning, Dan got a text from Ms. Katzenfrau announcing that she'd be returning shortly before lunch, and Morgan picked up that something was wrong. After their training session, the pokemon's usual hints were met with stoic indifference, and even when he flopped belly up with his junk out in the open, Dan didn't bite. “Your owner's gonna be home any minute," the human sighed, “I don't want to get caught with my pants around my ankles, and I'm sure she wouldn't take kindly to you either."

The riolu didn't understand what he meant until he heard the sound of his owner's station wagon pulling into the driveway, turning his needy desire into a paradoxical mix of eagerness and anxiety. He was happy his owner was home, there was no doubt about that… but some part of him guessed her return would be the end of his time with Dan.

A few moments later, the doors lock clicked and rattled before swinging open, revealing Ms. Katzenfrau carrying the same bags she'd left with. Dan quickly stood at attention, and Morgan calmly walked over to give her a hug. “Awww, did you miss your mama?" she asked, “Did you? Oh, you're a good little princess… yes, you are!" After a few more condescending comments and head pats, she then stood up to address Dan. “I take it she didn't give you too much trouble?"

As soon as the woman stood, Morgan paced back over to Dan with suppressed haste, stopping to lean affectionately against his leg. “No, ma'am," the trainer replied, “Nothing I couldn't handle."

Her brow furrowed a bit. “Did something happen? Did she break anything?"

“No, she just-"

She cut him off as she spotted the sparring dummy in the corner. “Wait, what on earth is that? Is that… some kind of punching bag?" The woman turned back to Dan with a look of shock on her face. “Did… did you bring that over?"

At first, her semi-accusatory tone put Dan on defense, making him consider trying to do some kind of damage control… but the feeling of Morgan up against his legs reminded him of all the training they'd been doing. If this lack of responsibility kept up, there was no telling what a suburbanite would do with her malcontent pet, and he might be able to change things for the better with a bit of initiative.

“Ms. Katzenfrau, I've figured out why Morgan here was so destructive while you're away: she's been getting only a fraction of the exercise she should be. As a fighting type, she's got a natural need to spar, run, and climb, and without a proper outlet, she couldn't help but run amok. While I looked after her, I helped get most of that energy out via several exercises, some of which I used the dummy for. I know she acts docile when you're around, but that's just because of the authority you command… she'll keep all that energy bottled up, but only when she knows that letting loose will upset you."

The woman looked shocked, angry even, but after taking a look at how her pokemon seemed more relaxed, and after considering the years of experience Dan must've had, she folded under his judgment. “I just… I didn't realize she was so… pent up." She paused for a moment, trying to suss out just where she'd gone wrong. Concern turned into despair as she thought about everything she'd done to make Morgan the perfect little princess, all the floofy frills and pink ribbons… “I suppose she shouldn't be wearing a dress either, right?"

In response to the owner's despair, Dan's voice softened a tad, and he reached down to affectionately pet the pokemon's head. “Actually, all the princessy stuff is fine… most pokemon don't give a damn about gender norms, and Morgan seems perfectly fine with being dressed up. He's even able to train in it… although you might want to think about something a bit more durable." He tried to deny that his opinion had anything to do with his sexual tastes, but Dan came to the irrefutable conclusion that he liked boning Morgan more when he was in that dress

“So… what would you recommend?"

It didn't take much for Dan to remember his tyrogue's old training routines, who was about on the same level as Morgan. “Well, probably 30 to 60 minutes of light stuff every day, plus at least two hours of heavier training scattered through the week. The light activity can be things like fetch, jogging, or just letting her run around the yard; the heavy stuff, however, needs to be more structured, like sparring or agility challenges. You can use the training dummy for as long as you like, and her ribbons work well as agility objectives."

Ms. Katzenfrau blinked, trying to cram all of that into her schedule. The light activity could be done after she came home from work, but she wasn't sure if she was even able to do any of the heavy training. Maybe she'd just have to read up on the internet and get used to it… or maybe there was another way. “Say, Dan… you certainly seem like you know how to handle pokemon, would you be willing to come in on the weekends and help Morgan let off some steam?"

This time, it was the trainer's turn to be shocked, but only for a brief moment. He'd certainly enjoyed working with Morgan, and although his prudish side worried things could get complicated, a steady stream of money would be more than welcome. “Sure, sure," he replied, “It'll be at an hourly rate of 2,000 pokedollars, but I'd only need to be here a few hours anyway. What were you thinking in terms of time?"

“How about two hours on Saturday and Sunday each, one to three?" Ms. Katzenfrau figured it'd be about the same as replacing all the things Morgan broke each week, and even if it wasn't, it was apparent the riolu liked Dan plenty. “Will that work for you?"

“Yeah, that's perfect. There's still the matter of payment for the housesitting, though…"

The woman swiftly pulled out her phone, tapped a few buttons to bring up some banking app, and punched some numbers into her phone. Shortly thereafter, Dan's dinged with a notification. “There, all set!" she sighed, “Guess I'll see you next week at one, right?"

“Yep…" Despite the conclusion of their business, Morgan still clung hopefully to the trainer's leg, and he briefly knelt down to directly address the pokemon. “Don't worry, I'm gonna be back," he cooed, “Until then, Ms. Katzenfrau is gonna take good care of you, okay?"

Morgan seemed to understand the human's sentiment, and he could easily feel the aura of fond sincerity surrounding the human. “Rio," he replied, letting the human stand to his feet and walk out the door. They hadn't seen the last of each other, not by a longshot, and over the next few days, neither one could stop thinking about their wild rutting sessions. Only time would tell if they'd get to do an encore performance… but that wouldn't stop them from trying.