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Calvin clumsily kicked off his skis as he slid to a halt, it had taken him longer than expected but he had finally reached the cabin.

Admittedly, the term 'cabin' was more a label of playful endearment on his part as one could hardly consider the sprawling eight-bedroom ski lodge packed with modern amenities with such a modest designation. It was situated roughly 25 miles southeast of Snowbelle city on the outskirts of the Kalos region. Nestled on the foothills of a small unnamed mountain, it was an ideal spot for thrill seeking skiers and hikers alike.

Calvin had arrived two days before the rest of his friends to open the well valve, power up the furnace, and otherwise prepare the cabin for a weeklong use. As a bit of a recluse, Calvin reveled at the opportunity for some alone time. Living in Lumiose city certainly had its perks, but the bustle of urban life frequently exhausted the young man. Even if it was only for two days, Calvin was looking forward to relaxing in true isolation, a vacation within a vacation. It was all almost perfect, almost. To his annoyance however, Calvin was not as alone as he would have liked.

The trail leading to the cabin is notoriously hazardous as the area is inhabited by some of the region's most powerful and ferocious wild Pokémon. This would not be a problem for a seasoned pokémon trainer, but alas Calvin had no pokémon of his own nor the inclination to start training any. Therefore, at the insistence of his protective sister Alma, Calvin begrudgingly agreed to borrow one of her own pokémon to provide protection, a battle hardened goodra named Draak.

Reluctantly unclasping the pokéball from his waist, Calvin tossed it into the snow. With a pop and a flash of light, the goodra appeared before him. Slowly opening his eyes, the pokémon stared upwards mesmerized by the brilliant aurora borealis streaming across the night sky, his face beaming with merriment.

“Uh… it looks like we made it to the cabin safely, I don't think I could have made it without you." Calvin admitted.

Calvin gingerly reached out to pat Draak on the back in gratitude. Without warning, the goodra spun around, clasped Calvin's hand in his paws and adoringly nuzzled it against his cheek, clearly overjoyed.

Calvin had to resist the urge to shudder as his fingers were coated in slime.

“Yeah… thanks, I guess I owe you one."

He had always heard that goodras were known for being affectionate and clingy, but this was just ridiculous. Every time Calvin summoned Draak to drive away wild pokémon, Draak always insisted on being patted, caressed, or God forbid hugged as a reward. On the one hand Calvin was grateful that the pokémon was so obedient and docile despite he not having any gym badges, on the other hand he almost wished that the goodra composed itself with the cold and standoffish demeanor pokémon usually had when he was forced to borrow them.

Calvin never really understood the nuances of the human and pokémon relationship. Why would any pokémon willingly subordinate themselves to a trainer? He pondered. What do they get out of such an arrangement? Are kind words and pats on the head really enough? Pokémon are not that stupid, there must be some other appeal to it that I am not aware of.

Draak stared expectantly at Calvin, it's bright emerald eyes and meek smile displayed a warm visage that most people would find cute. Calvin however, regarded the pokémon's whole demeanor as creepy and unnerving, like an overly friendly clown.

“Let's head inside, shall we?"

Stepping indoors, the pair found themselves in the cabin's common room. The chamber was furnished with chairs, tables, and sofas. The walls were adorned with extravagant paintings and shelves filled with books, DVDs, and boardgames. There was a large stone fireplace with a tv fitted above, a kitchenette, and even a small bar filled with spirits and glass cups. It was perhaps a bit too gaudy for a ski lodge, but Calvin loved it.

After dumping his belongings into one of the bedrooms, Calvin sauntered over to the bar and poured himself a small glass of brandy. He was just about to take a sip before he relented and thought better of it. I should really get the chores done first, I will have plenty of time to relax later, he reasoned.

Resigning himself to his impeding labor, Calvin got to work. First and foremost was powering on the furnace, then collecting firewood, salting the pavement, and so on. All the while Draak followed him around like a lost puppy. Although initially aggravated by the pokémon's presence, Calvin was pleasantly surprised by how helpful the goodra was in assisting with the chores. Draak happily carried sacks of salt and bundles wood and even lit the fireplace with a breath of flame. Thanks to the pokémon's help, an hour's worth of tasks was completed in almost twenty minutes.

“Thanks Draak, you really-"

Calvin should have expected it at this point, but he was once again caught off guard by the goodra's sudden outburst of affection as the dragon type embraced him. Calvin was still annoyed, but he also felt a bit more good natured about it now given the pokémon's assistance throughout the day.

“Yeah, yeah. You did a good job."

As Draak withdrew, Calvin became painfully aware of how much of the pokémon's slime had accumulated on his clothes and exposed skin since their journey began. It was seeped into his coat, on his limbs, and even in his hair. Calvin needed a wash.

“I am going to take a shower. You should rest for the time being, you must be tired."

Draak seemed anxious, but he nodded delicately as Calvin departed for the bathroom.

The bathroom was situated at the end of a hallway, a sign hung on the door that said 'UNOCUPIED'. As he stepped inside, Calvin noticed that the door did not have a lock. That is a little old fashioned. Not a problem though, it is just me and a pokémon here for the time being anyway.

Closing the door behind himself, Calvin slowly began to undress, his limbs still a little sore from a day's worth of cross-country skiing. Kicking off his undergarments, Calvin realized how cold the cabin was still. Better make this a hot shower.

Once he verified that the shampoo and soap dispensers were not empty, Calvin turned the shower nozzle to the hottest setting. After an ominous gurgle, Calvin was drenched in a deluge of bitterly cold water. Calvin gasped in shock, unable to breathe for a moment. He frantically shut off the nozzle while he stood there shivering.

Idiot! He berated himself. Of course it is still too cold. I only just turned on the water heater. Wrapping himself with large towel, Calvin sat on the toilet and tried to warm himself.

As he sat there sulking over his stupidity, a photograph on the sink caught Calvin's eye. It was a picture of the former Kalos champion and movie star Diantha. She appeared to be on a beach somewhere and wearing some rather revealing swimwear.

I don't think that the cabin's owners know her personally. Calvin remarked. That is weird, why would they put a photo of her like this in the bathroom?

Calvin had seen pictures of her before. He had even met her once briefly, through his sister who is an accomplished trainer in her own right. But he had never seen images of her before in such skimpy clothing. While he didn't regard her as having the most voluptuous female body he had ever seen, she did have a very exotic and athletic figure, a body most men would consider as attractive. While he stared at her, Calvin felt his manhood begin to stiffen as his body became flushed with arousal.

I am such a creep. Calvin joked to himself.

Tossing the towel onto the floor, Calvin slowly began to stroke himself, imagining himself on a beach somewhere with Diantha. No paparazzi, no pokémon, just he and this regional idol alone on some remote and exclusive shoreline. Calvin sighed with rising pleasure, it had been a while since he had been intimate with someone else or even rubbed one out on his own. It was only after stiffening to full mast did Calvin notice that the door was now partially ajar and through it a pair of green eyes were staring wide eyed at him.

Calvin nearly leapt up into the air as his heartrate beagn pumping into overdrive. He almost covered up his shame before his panic began to subside somewhat.

This isn't some peeping tom, this is just a pokémon. He was likely just lonely again; he probably doesn't even understand what I was doing.

“I-It will be a little while yet!" Calvin's voice was louder and higher pitched than he intended. “The shower was too cold, so I am just waiting-" Calvin stopped dead in his tracks as Draak slowly began pushing the door inwards, it creaked frighteningly loud as the entranceway became fully open.

Calvin stood up then, suddenly uneasy. Draak's face was a little red and he looked somewhat apprehensive. The pokémon began shuffling towards him, avoiding eye contact all the while before stopping only a foot away from Calvin. The goodra then met his gaze, his features seemed to soften as the dragon type knelt before young man, his face now inches away from the Calvin's throbbing member.

“Draak you c-can't be serious."

He was serious. Making his intentions clear, Draak carefully leaned forward and placed Calvin's tip inside of his mouth and slowly began to swirl his tongue around Calvin's glans, crooning serenely all the while.

Calvin was utterly paralyzed on the spot; he could hardly even think. This can't be happening!

As if in response to Calvin's disbelief, Draak proceeded to bob his head forward, taking more and more of Calvin into his mouth with each push until the goodra began brushing his nose against Calvin's lower abdomen.

Calvin's whole body felt suffused with warmth and his cock began to flex in tandem with Draak's ministrations. The goodra's mouth felt like no orifice that he had penetrated before. The pokémon's tongue was extraordinarily long and dexterous as it seemed to stimulate every single part of Calvin's manhood. T-This feels incredible!

Dimly aware of his own actions, Calvin placed his hands on each of Draak's slimy horn like appendages and gripped them as best he could. As he did so, Draak reached around Calvin's thighs and braced himself by gripping Calvin's buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart as Calvin slowly began to buck.

As Calvin gradually thrusted with more and more gusto, Draak began grunting with increased volume and pitch. He almost sounded anxious, like a distressed rattata. The firm grip on the man rear end however, reassured Calvin that Draak had no intentions of stopping.

While they copulated, a distinctive odor began wafting into Calvin's nostrils. It was a scent that he was somewhat familiar with as he recalled getting hints of it every time Draak insisted on hugging. It had a sweet and strangely heady aroma to it, and it was getting more potent by the second. The fragrance seemed to be causing a stupor as Calvin felt his limbs getting heavier. Is this some kind of pheromone? I almost feel as if I am getting drunk.

In his hazy state, Calvin did not immediately realize that Draak's paws were inching closer towards his rear entrance. Calvin gasped in surprise as he felt a slimy digit worm it's way into his tight asshole. Given the slimy and elastic nature of goodra's body, Calvin experienced virtually no pain. There was simply a feeling of unnatural fullness, and the indecency of the act caused his face to burn with embarrassment. Calvin almost felt as though he should say something, especially when Draak began to slide more and more of himself in; but Calvin did not want to interrupt their rhythm and he was growing accustomed to the intrusion.

With the increasing intensity of Draak's nursing and the growing pressure in his ass, Calvin's climax was rapidly approaching. Draak's pheromones were also extracting a toll on his muscles as Calvin's limbs began to tremor with the strain of simply standing up. The only warning he could give was a stifled gasp as he sprayed the back of Draak's throat. The goodra yelped in surprise as Calvin's body tensed up. Making sure not a single drop was spilled, Draak purred in content as he stared up at Calvin blissfully.

The pheromones were now stronger than ever. Calvin's legs finally buckled, and he began to fall backwards as Draak's paw slipped out of his ass with a lewd pop. Calvin landed haphazardly on his butt with a grunt, his ass slick with the pokémon's slimy residue.

“I just fucked a pokémon." Calvin's rational thoughts were coming back with alarming clarity “I just fucked my sisters pokémon! This has to be illegal, or at the very least morally questionable! This is wrong, we shouldn't have-" The words died in his throat as he looked up at Draak.

Draak was now standing, towering above Calvin. He stared at Calvin with a half lidden and dreamy gaze, almost as though he was sleep walking. Calvin was not looking at his face however, rather he was transfixed at what was between the goodra's legs. Protruding out of a swollen slit and pointing directly above Calvin's head was a brightly colored and fully erect dragon cock. The monstrous shaft looked to be nine or ten inches long, it was slightly curved with ribbed textures and small soft spines leading to a drooling tapered tip. To Calvin it looked like some kind of alien flower, it's appearance was equal parts mesmerizing and terrifying.

I need to get up, now!

Moving his limbs proved to be extremely difficult, it felt as though his body was buried in thick mud from neck to toe. After a supreme effort, Calvin managed to get back on his feet. He thought that if he could just get out of the bathroom and away from Draak's musk, he would be able to regain proper motor function. Moving as carefully as he could, Calvin made his way towards the door. Just as he walked past Draak, Calvin felt something slick and greasy between his toes as he realized that he stepped in some of the pokémon's slime. Slipping, he flailed his arms about as he tried to maintain his balance, but it was too late. Calvin winced in pain as he fell forward, collapsing onto his hands and knees. He looked despairingly at the door; he was only a few feet away. The exit was then suddenly obscured by a shadow as Draak was now directly behind him.

The goodra suddenly threw himself on top of Calvin, firmly grasping onto his chest as the pokémon's dragonhood grinded excitedly against Calvin's back.

“Draak no! We shouldn't, we can't!"

Calvin firmly shut his eyes and braced himself for the impending penetration, but nothing happened. Draak simply continued to rub himself against his back as he whimpered in need. At first Calvin thought that Draak was simply catching his breath before aligning himself, but he realized that Draak wasn't going to force himself on him, rather he was waiting for consent.

At first, he felt that he needed to end this now, but as he gradually calmed down, Calvin was not sure what he wanted anymore. Even if he could enjoy it, such a taboo act would likely haunt his conscious afterward. But Draak wanted it, and the more he thought about it the more Calvin was willing to try.

No one else needs know, besides it is a little too late to be prudish about this anymore anyway.

“J-just start slow o-okay?"

Utterly exuberant, Draak crowed in excitement as he began nuzzling his cheeks against Calvin's back. Draak pushed himself back up onto his knees and pulled Calvin's ass cheeks apart, revealing his prize.

Calvin had experimented with a few modest toys back there before, but none of them compared to the breeding tool this pokémon was packing. Goodras bodies are mostly elastic. Surely their cocks are no different, right? One way or another, Calvin steeled himself for a crash course in goodra mating routines.

Calvin's ass was already slick from the pokémon's earlier intrusion, but Draak applied a bit more slime with his paws and even his tongue for good measure. Once he was satisfied with his preparations, Draak aligned himself just outside of the young man's quivering pucker. At that moment Draak was experiencing such an intense sense of anticipation he was trembling uncontrollably, his mouth salivating as if expecting a feast. After a brief respite to steady himself, Draak jabbed forward.

Calvin gasped with the sudden penetration, Draak had only worked in the tip, but he already felt a sense of fullness no toy had ever elicited before. Although he had only climaxed a couple minutes ago, Calvin felt his flaccid member twitch as the draconic invasion tickled his prostate.

Teetering on the edge of euphoria, Draak steadily began pumping into the young man, mustering all his willpower to maintain a slow and measured pace. The caress of the human's insides felt better than the pokémon's wildest fantasies as Calvin's inner walls clung onto Draak like a vice. As his pleasure rose, Draak's precum began spilling into the young man in copious amounts, creating a frothy and slimy mess of Calvin's ass. The sensation proved to be too intoxicating for the dragon type to ignore any longer, his primal instinct to breed quickly overrode his earlier restraint and the pokémon began to fuck at full speed, all temperance abandoned.

“Ugh! D-Draak you are going too f-fast!"

Calvin contemplated writhing out of the pokémon's grasp, but before he could make up his mind, the familiar scent of the goodra's pheromones permeated the air once again. Breathing in the inebriating fragrance debilitated his mind and body as if falling under some unholy hex, it took all his remaining strength to simply remain upright on his hands and knees.

Draak's high pitched moans soon added to the cacophony of their lovemaking. Never before had Calvin heard a creature so desperate and pitiful, he wondered how long it had been since the pokémon last had a mate, if ever. Does Alma know that he gets like this? If so, have they done this together before? Unbidden, an image of Draak on top of his older sister invaded his thoughts. Ugh, I don't want to think about that right now!

As they copulated, Calvin became increasingly aware of his own growing ecstasy. He was fully hard again and his dripping member bounced up and down in tune with Draak's frantic thrusts. Although initially alarmed by the pokémon's wanton lust, Calvin now found himself reveling in Draak's carnal assault. Fuck! This feels better than any anal session I've had with my toys. The revelation was exhilarating, but it also instilled a deep sense of unease and guilt, for Calvin could not shake the feeling that he was betraying his sister's trust by using her pokémon in such a depraved manner.

Calvin did not have long to brood over his dilemma, as Draak suddenly redoubled his already frenzied pace. The unexpected change in tempo drove all rational thoughts from the young man's mind as he began to feel the approach of his second climax. Draak gave one final titanic thrust as he mewled in delight. A moment later, the goodra began filling Calvin's guts with virile sperm.

Calvin feverishly grinded himself against Draak's dick, trying desperately to stimulate his own orgasm. Just as he was making progress however, the pokémon on top of him suddenly went slack and the firm grip on his hips relaxed. Fearing that Draak may collapse on top of himself, Calvin lurched himself to the side, pulling Draak along with him as they fell inelegantly onto their sides. The shock of the fall sobered Calvin up from his lustful stupor and he felt his once building orgasm begin to die down.

After catching his breath, Calvin sighed in suppressed irritation. Are you kidding me? I was so close!

As he lay there simmering, waiting for functionality to return to his limbs, Calvin could still feel Draak pumping seed into his ass. But aside from that, and the pokémon's soft breathing, Draak did not move. After experimentally flexing his fingers and toes, Calvin slowly began pushing himself off the floor. As he got back onto his feet, Calvin could feel Draak's semi flaccid member slide out of him followed by a torrent of dragon seed that splattered loudly onto the floor. Wincing in embarrassment, Calvin turned around to find Draak still laying on the floor, his eyes were closed, and a dreamy smile was etched across his muzzle. He is asleep?!

After taking a long and hot shower, Calvin stepped out of the bath only to find that Draak was still slumbering on the floor, stewing in a massive puddle of slime and sensual fluids. Calvin almost felt annoyed, but he acknowledged that this was equally his fault too. I just hope this cabin has a mop.