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When Salandit evolved, he wasn’t sure why.

It wasn’t like he wanted to, nor did he realize it was even possible for him to do so. After all, he’d grown up with his siblings only ever seeing female Salazzle, yet here he was, unashamedly male in biology. One had only to look at the set of hefty balls between his legs, the same hue as his belly, to realize that he was not like others of his kind. He was a medical mystery and, as such, his trainer, a younger human female by the name of Heather, wanted to find out what the implications of this were.

She’d scheduled the appointment for the afternoon, and they were already driving to the office. Salazzle was nervous; he’d only ever been to a Pokemon Center, or small clinics to treat his kind after battles. But this doctor, Heather had told him, was a specialist. Something about genetics or sexual organs, he didn’t know, and he wanted to go home.

Salazzle had never much liked doctors before. It wasn’t a disdain or a hatred of them or their kind, more of an abject nervousness around the professionals. He didn’t know why; doctors had always been kind to him, they’d helped him recover from some pretty serious battles, and wore kind smiles. He guessed that his fear lay in how they were able to touch any part of him, at any time, for medical purposes. It just felt so intrusive.

And now, here he was, strapped in the passenger's seat of the car, headed to a doctor that was going to touch him down there. He’d assumed that was the case; his biology was a mystery, and doctors loved a good mystery. As such, his heart began to race at the thought. He hated being touched down there.

The car came to a stop by the office, a smaller building right off a freeway. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, and the day was much too warm for him. Salazzle’s palms began to sweat as he followed his trainer to the door. After going into the office, he was hit with the cool, refreshing air, but also that stench. It made his heart sink, he was nervous and didn’t want to be here.

Yet, Heather led him to the main receptionist, and checked in. He reached up and held her hand shyly as they walked to a seat, his heart was pounding, but he didn’t run away, no matter how much he wanted to. Salazzle tried to entertain himself with anything he could, a few scattered magazines, the television that played only the news and took brief commercials that stressed the importance of a healthy lifestyle. It wasn’t of much help, Salazzle was healthy… he was just different.

Hours seemed to pass in the matter of minutes as the two waited. Each time the door opened, the overwhelming smell of chemicals wafted into the waiting room. Each time the door opened, his heart dropped; was he next? It was a relief of untold proportions when another name was called, when another Pokemon was brought into the hallway.

“Salazzle? And Heather?” The door suddenly opened, and a nurse stood by the frame. He was frighteningly tall, handsome, but so tall…

“C’mon.” Heather kindly said, taking his hand in hers again, the two got up and made their way to the door.

Salazzle’s heart continued to race as they walked, the oddly rough carpet scraping against his paws. He anxiously held his tail against his stomach as they walked a bit down the hallway, then into a room. The nurse took first his height, then his weight, healthy, and normal. Blood pressure was a bit high for his kind, but his heart was racing, and the nurse seemed to understand when Heather told him that Salazzle was anxious around doctors.

The nurse seemed a bit offended, telling Salazzle that he had nothing to be scared about. Salazzle frowned as they walked behind him; he knew this, he knew it was dumb to be scared of doctors, but he couldn’t help his fear. Something about the profession just always scared him.

Once they arrived, the nurse told them that the doctor would be with them soon, and shut the door, trapping Salazzle in this chemical smelling room. It was small, it had posters of the countryside spattered about, and of course, jars of medical instruments on the counters. There were posters about anatomy, varied as it was between Pokemon; one poser, the nervous system of an Arcanine. Another, the digestive system of a Pikachu.

His heart continued to race as Heather, seemingly uninterested in helping him get through this, sat on a chair and flipped through her phone. Salazzle wished he had a phone to flip through, but they didn’t make phones for Pokemon. Not yet at least. So, instead, he just rubbed his cold, clammy hands together and incessantly picked at his tail. There was much to pick at, scales and colors, Salazzle tried his best not to worry. The doctor would look at him, maybe touch him, but that was okay. It was his job.

When the door finally opened, Salazzle’s eyes immediately shot up and got a good look at the doctor. To his relief, it wasn’t an older man, like many of his other doctors had been before. He was considerably younger, maybe no older than thirty, and looked fit. If he wasn’t in this setting, Salazzle might have even considered him to be a bit hot.

He gave a warm smile and held out his hand to Salazzle. Confused, the Pokemon took it, his hand was shaken, just like a human would do to another human. But… he was a Pokemon. It was weird. His hand had been clammy, cold, surely the doctor had felt it, surely the doctor was judging him for it.

“Good afternoon, Salazzle and…” He checked the chart for a brief second, then turned to look at Heather. “Ms. Walsh. I’m Dr. Trevor Buckley, and I am a specialist in Pokemon genetics and behavior, as well as a family physician. I see on the chart that this Salazzle is, as you claim, a male?”

“Y-Yeah.” Heather nodded, looking over at Salazzle. “It was the weirdest thing, he was always a Salandit, then we went out on a picnic one day and bam. Salazzle.”

“I see. Did any Pokemon battles take place that day?”

“One or two, but nothing out of the ordinary.”

“And, in terms of diet?”

“He typically eats what I eat. Lots of salad, meat.”

“No Pokemon food?”

“I don’t really like supporting businesses like that. The way I see it, I don’t want my Pokemon eating anything I wouldn't.”

“Mmm…” Dr. Buckley nodded, and flipped through his notes. “I would consult with a Nutritionist, just to see if he’s getting all the vitamins and nutrients he needs. It’s a noble thought, but Pokemon are different from humans. Salazzle might need something that you don’t.”

“O-Oh. That makes sense.”

“He appears to be healthy, though.” He smiled, and approached Salazzle. “Could I examine you?”

Salazzle’s eyes grew wide, he gulped and nodded. The doctor smiled warmly again, which did set him at ease and contrary to what Salazzle thought, he didn’t go right for his abnormal genitalia. Instead, he began slowly, feeling around his neck and shoulders, pressing and asking him to take deep breaths. His hands were cold, especially with the blue gloves he wore, but warmed quickly as he continued touching him. Salazzle was laid back on the cold paper bed and looked up at the bright lights as the doctor continued his examination.

His fingers probed into Salazzle’s stomach, feeling around, deep breaths, racing heart. He closed his eyes in anticipation for the hands on his groin, but to his relief, he was left untouched. After taking a look at his paws, the doctor told him he could sit up, and Salazzle did, holding his tail on his lap and stroking it softly, nervously. Dr. Buckley went to the counter and took the gloves off, washing his hands thoroughly. Once he was done, he wrote some notes down, slipped some more gloves on, and went back to him.

“I’m going to examine your testicles, now. Can you stand up?” He said all at once.

Icy cold fear ran through his veins, but Salazzle obeyed him, standing up slowly. His tail was gently moved away, and he watched as the cold, gloved hands gently caressed his balls. The doctor carefully held each testicle in a few fingers, rolling it around. He slid his fingers around his balls, gently pulling them forward before letting them fall back. Salazzle shivered; it was the longest he’d been touched by another creature well… ever.

Heather didn’t do stuff with him, she had her own boyfriend to keep her company. And he was the only Pokemon she owned. After grabbing a few more times and asking him to cough, Salazzle began to panic. The sheer amount of touching, the way he was being asked to do stuff, being looked at, it was pressing buttons he didn’t know he had, and his tip slowly began poking out of his sheath. Oh, Arceus… oh Arceus…

Dr. Buckley put a hand on his stomach. Salazzle jumped a bit and looked up, whimpering softly. His smile was just so reassuring.

“Well, I would very much like a sample from him, if that is fine with you.” He turned and looked at Heather. “A male Salazzle, well… it’s unheard of.”

“But he’s healthy?”

“On the outside, yes. There seems to be no problems with him physically.” He washed his hands again and wrote notes down. “However, sexually, I am very much interested in collecting a sample.”

Wait…

“Well um… s-sure? Shouldn’t we give him some privacy, though?”

“If he were a human, sure,” Dr. Buckley smiled, then pointed at Salazzle. “However, Pokemon are much more driven by instinct. There’s a very real chance he’ll get too worked up to ejaculate in the cup.”

“A-Ah. And… you’re okay with this? Both of you?” She looked between Salazzle and the doctor.

“It’s a simple procedure, one I’ve performed often for my duties studying Pokemon such as Salazzle.” Dr. Buckley put on some gloves, oh, Arceus…

“I… guess I’ll be out in the waiting room, then?” Heather got up, still a bit confused, and walked over to Salazzle. She gave him a soft, quick hug, smiled briefly, turned, and left.

And then he was left alone with the doctor.

Salazzle sat there, shivering as he watched him write more stuff down. After a few minutes, he moved a tray table over, setting a cup and some gloves down, then pulled up a chair in front of Salazzle, that warm smile was the only thing keeping the Pokemon from freaking out.

“Would you like for me to explain the procedure?”

Salazzle nodded quickly.

“I would like to collect a semen sample. It’ll involve you getting erect, and me masturbating you until your climax, at which point, I’ll collect my sample and clean you up. Afterwards, once you’re soft again, we can go out to your trainer. How does that sound?”

Unsure of what else to do, Salazzle nodded. He didn’t really seem to have much of a choice in the matter. Plus, that warm smile was kind of nice. He nodded again, a bit more assertively, and was rewarded with another smile.

“Good, good. I’ll be recording the procedure as well, by tape. Just to instruct future doctors on how said procedure is done.” Salazzle nodded. He didn’t know what that meant. Dr. Buckley put some gloves on, then moved a bit closer to Salazzle. “Can you please move your tail for me?”

Salazzle hadn't even realized that he’d covered his genitalia again until it was pointed out to him. He started to blush as he moved his tail down, exposing himself to the curious doctor.

“Hmm… Well, you seemed to enjoy the testicular examination, so we shall start there.”

The gloves were cold against his sensitive balls, but Salazzle enjoyed the feeling, moaning softly as fingers began to gently rub and squeeze. It felt oddly astonishing, much better than whenever he’d tried to do something by himself. The doctor’s fingers expertly traced such tantalizing lines around his sack that Salazzle couldn’t help but throb with anticipation for what about to come.

“Subject is experiencing marginal arousal due to the testicular stimulation… so far, it has worked around an inch and a half of his penis from his sheath, color is a dark violet, much darker than the surrounding skin. Beginning penile stimulation in tandem with the testicular stimulation.”

With that, Salazzle felt the tips of three of his fingers gently work around the tip of his shaft, gently rubbing and stroking. While the doctor's fingers slid up and down his slick shaft, his other hand was preoccupied with rubbing and massaging his sack. It elicited a moan from Salazzle, who’d never even thought of touching both at the same time. In fact, when it came to touching himself, Salazzle didn’t have much in the way of experience.

He moaned softly as he continued to grow, the worry and fear quickly giving way to a haze of arousal as more and more of his shaft was drawn out from his sheath. There was just something about the way the doctor gently milked his cock in hand, squeezing upwards, letting himself fall down to the sheath, then another upwards squeeze. It was impossible not to get fully erect with the doctor's expertise quickly, yet gently guiding him there.

“Subject has reacted as expected to the arousal, length of the penis is about six and a half inches,” Dr. Buckley murmured into the recording device. His voice sounded a bit heavy, as if he himself was aroused as well, but Salazzle couldn’t tell for sure. In fact, he couldn’t tell much; the doctor was now beginning to jerk him off. “Proceeding with the… procedure. To collect semen. From Salazzle… Ahem, I mean, the subject.”

As Salazzle began to get jerked off, he curled his tail around the doctor’s leg. If he was bothered by the action, he never brought it up, instead, just chuckled a bit, called it cute, and continued to jerk Salazzle off. His hand was firm with its grip, and knew exactly how to get him to moan. While the doctor jerked him off, though, he also moved his other hand from his balls, right to his stomach. Salazzle gripped it; it was more than reassuring.

But the hand soon left his stomach. Salazzle opened his eyes as he panted, blushing fiercely from the embarrassment, and watched as the hand gently traced a line down his bright pink markings. It continued down, further and further, until it reached his balls. He moaned as it grabbed them, squeezing them softly, the human’s fingers tickled, but they left as soon as they arrived.

A stark cold was felt on his rear, Salazzle jumped a bit, then felt two fingers rub around his clenching hole. He began to shake as he felt more and more pressure applied, all while the hand continued to stroke him off, getting him much closer than he thought he’d be able to get in a doctors office. And then, two fingers, the same ones that had been rubbing him, pressed hard against his hole. Salazzle moaned his name a couple of times, the clench passed, and they pushed inside of him, holding still after a few inches.

“You okay?” Dr. Buckley asked, gently squeezing his cock as the pause grew. Salazzle nodded fiercely, moaning his name, which got a nice, warm smile from him. “Judging from the subject's intense, pleasurable reaction to anal stimulation, further testing will be performed via index and middle finger. Are you doing well, Salazzle?”

Again, another nod, Salazzle even gave a soft hump forward, grunting softly as he slid a tiny bit up the doctor’s fingers. With a smile, the man went back to work softly pumping away at his cock, using the precum he was leaking as a lube, even though he’d brought a bottle of the stuff over with him. He didn’t go too fast with the fingering, instead opting for a more cautious approach, gently pushing in, rubbing something that made Salazzle’s vision sparkle with delight, then pulling out.

He’d tease Salazzle with those gentle, soft pushes. Those rubs, the ones that made Salazzle see stars, they were quick, rough, but so fucking quick… and how his hand moved and glided up and down his throbbing taper. Salazzle eventually grabbed his wrist, the one he’d been using to finger him, with his paws. They were prehensile to the point where he could wrap his digits around something thick, seemingly perfect for a wrist.

“S-Subject has grabbed my wrist with his hind paws…” The doctor spoke up, gulping due to the shock at first. “He-He’s proceeding to use the leverage to push and pull my fingers out of his rear faster and faster… I assume it’s safe to say that the subject rather enjoys anal stimulation…”

“Salazzle!” He finally spoke up, his voice cracking.

He wanted the doctor to shut up, wanted him to rub him. If the look in his eyes didn’t portray that, Salazzle didn’t know what else possibly could. Any fear he felt was gone, replaced instead by the urge to cum, and cum hard. He’d never been this involved with anyone before, let alone another male; he enjoyed it a lot more than he thought.

“Experience is telling me that the subject is close to orgasm… I am going to attempt to stimulate his prostate for maximum volume collection…”

Just then, the stars came back, hitting his vision so hard that he began to black out. The doctor’s hand left his cock, Salazzle felt something weird slip around it in its place, but he didn’t care. Dr. Buckley was now rubbing something deep inside of his rear that Salazzle had never felt before. It was swiftly leading him to an orgasm, he wasn’t even being jerked off anymore, yet Salazzle knew he was on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Right as he began to cum, the doctor shoved as much of his finger as he could up Salazzle’s ass, while his hand returned to his cock. Salazzle cried out in delight, specks of air blasted in his mind, everything began to spin, he felt dizzy, even though he was laying down, he cried out again as another wave of pleasure raced through his entire body. Another, then another, Salazzle took quick, gasping breaths of air, and then, blacked out.

. . .

Dr. Buckley checked the Pokemon’s pulse.

It was racing, that was for sure, around two hundred beats per minute, but that was to be expected for such a small creature, especially with what he’d just done. He pulled his fingers out of Salazzle’s rear, and, with his other hand, removed the condom from the Pokemon’s still throbbing taper.

He hung it from a small clip, then immediately washed his hands, put more gloves on, and transferred the hefty load of white, warm semen to a collection cup. After stating for the recording how much Salazzle had shot, how long it had taken, and the effects that the prostate stimulation had on the poor Pokemon, Dr. Buckley gently moved him up on the bed a bit, and stuck a pillow under his head.

Afterwards, he called the nurse in.

“Sit with Salazzle, make sure he gets some juice. And once he’s awake, inform Ms. Walsh that the sample size was insufficient, and another appointment will have to be made soon.” With that, he took the paperwork, the nearly full sample cup, thanked the nurse, and left the room.

That last part was a lie. He knew that the sample was more than enough, far more. All he’d wanted to do was get a feel for the structure of the sperm cells, in comparison to Salandit sperm, and didn’t need much, but he’d gone overboard with the procedure. And, in return, had gotten extremely turned on. He didn’t know why, it was just something about the unique nature of Salazzle, being a male, it fascinated him. And, well… Dr. Buckley wanted to see just how far he could take that fascination.

. . .

“Did it… all go well?” Heather asked Salazzle as he stumbled from the door to the car. “You look… Well, happy.”

“Laz…” Salazzle nodded, giving her a smile. Of course he was happy, he’d just had his whole world turned upside down. And, to top it all off, he’d need to come back next week for a follow up, and who knows. Maybe he’d need to give another sample… that was what he hoped, at least.

The two headed home, but Salazzle couldn’t do much but daydream about Dr. Buckley. He’d just been so kind, and so skillful, too! His hands, it seemed like he’d done this quite a few times before! But needless to say, he was more than excited to visit again and sat on the seat, hands folded on his lap as that warm afterglow continued to radiate throughout his body.

Over the course of the next week, Salazzle had wanted to try and hold off on any sort of masturbation. He didn’t want to give the doctor a meager sample size, after all… or maybe he did. It was that uncertainty, combined with the lingering memories of touch that drove him crazy. Usually, Salazzle was restrained with his masturbation, but this week, he’d managed around six or seven orgasms, all while he thought about the doctor.

Each time he’d reach his climax, he’d imagine that Dr. Buckley was there with him, masturbating him, fingering him. Salazzle had even taken to sliding one of his digits in his rear, not too far, he didn’t know exactly how butt stuff worked. What if, by sliding his finger in all the way, it loosened him up? What if his rear never closed again? Heather would certainly judge him and… that was never fun. Feeling like that.

But. There was always a but. After sliding his finger around in his rear for a few minutes, while slowly and methodically stroking his tapered, leaking shaft, Salazzle brushed that spot that had made him see stars. It had all gone downhill from there; one finger hadn't been enough, Salazzle shoved three in and attacked the spot, crying in disbelief at just how good it felt!

Orgasm after orgasm he brought himself to by stroking himself, while massaging whatever that thing was. But the day was soon approaching, when he’d go back to Dr. Buckley’s office to give another sample. It had been something he’d thought about whenever he’d had some privacy and spare time. How he’d be stroked off again, how he’d be fingered…

He placed his hands on his lap. Salazzle felt himself getting hard in his sheath, he covered himself so that Heather didn’t see his embarrassment, though seeing him getting hard was probably less embarrassing than bringing Salazzle to a doctors appointment to donate another semen sample.

“You seem chipper.” Heather commented. Salazzle looked over and nodded. He was chipper; he was meeting with Dr. Buckley, after all! “You know, if you need to talk, or anything…” The two locked eyes for a second before Heather turned her attention back to the road. “Like, if you need some… Oh, I don’t know. Stress relief. With a female.”

“Sal!?” Salazzle gasped, a bit… Well, he wasn’t sure what to feel.

“I’m just saying, I’m just saying.” Heather grinned, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you act well… y’know. But I’m sure Anthony has a Pokemon or two that he wouldn’t mind um…”

Dear Arceus, this was painful to listen to.

“Well.” She nervously chuckled, pulling up to the office. “We can work it out um…”

Heather didn’t finish her sentence, instead just getting out of the car. Salazzle sighed a breath of relief as he followed her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fuck one of Anthony’s Pokemon, he just wasn’t interested in any of them in that way. Or, he hadn't thought about it before. Salazzle didn’t know, it hurt his mind to think about, so he pushed it off. He was in the doctor's office now, which meant that Dr. Buckley was a few moments away from… collecting one of his samples.

He shivered in the air, was it always this cold here? Combined with that, and the chemically smells, the TV going on and on about keeping six feet apart, or how the flu season was coming up and how humans are slowly becoming more and more immune to the health benefits of antibiotics, and that one super virus could wipe us all out with little problem…

Salazzle frowned at the TV. He wasn’t here to listen to shit like that.

The wait was as long as it was last time, or was it longer? He didn’t know, Salazzle just tried to take deep, calming breaths as they waited, but it was hard. He was giddy with excitement, and who could blame him? Another sample was to be taken, soon, very soon, he’d be touched down there…

Again, he felt himself get a bit stiff. Salazzle cursed his luck, right as a fraction of an inch of his dick poked out, that tall nurse, the intimidatingly tall one, stepped out of the office and called for him. This time around, Heather didn’t follow him, the nurse explained that it was just a routine sample collection. So, like last time, he was given a small hug, then he followed the nurse, holding his hands in front of his sheath, as if to guard against unwanted gazes.

Whatever stiffness he felt quickly, thankfully, went away as his weight and height were taken again. The nurse, he was kind, despite looking so scary, but again seemed to take it to heart that Salazzle’s heart was racing. It wasn’t that Salazzle hated him, he was just nervous. Nervous, and very, very, excited…

He was brought to the room, the same room as before. The nurse told him that the doctor would be in soon and left, shutting the door behind him. His heart began to beat only that much faster as the seconds ticked on. Thoughts and memories of last week flashed through his mind, Salazzle didn’t even realize he’d been getting harder and harder until his warm, deep purple shaft throbbed.

Fear ran through his mind, his chest felt empty and hollow, he even began to sweat a little bit. What if Dr. Buckley didn’t want him to be this hard at the very start? What if he wanted to run more tests? What if the sample was for blood or something? Salazzle began to panic, and smacked his dick a few times, gritting his teeth from the pain. He was just about to get up and do some exercises when a knock suddenly came from the door. It swung open before he could even do anything, and there he was.

Dr. Buckley.

Salazzle froze, eyes wide, panicking, nerves getting the better of him. The door was still open, the doctor was just staring at him, why was he just looking?! His hands darted to his groin, covering his shame as a fierce blush made his face, no, it wasn’t a blush, everything just suddenly felt warmer! He began to sweat a bit, and, after what seemed like a monumental amount of time passing, Dr. Buckley gave that sweet, reassuring smile, and softly stepped in the room, and softly shut the door behind him, locking it with a click.

“It’s okay, Salazzle.” He said in a hushed tone of voice, walking over to the counter. Dr. Buckley flicked a switch on a small machine, it made a whirring sound that seemingly deafened everyone on the outside to what was going on in the room. “It isn’t anything I’ve never seen before.”

“S-Salazzle!” He said, not really sure if he’d get the translation that was; “I know, it’s just super fucking embarrassing!”

He stepped over to Salazzle, putting on a pair of blue medical gloves, and pulled a wheelie seat over. For a few moments, he seemed to collect his thoughts as Salazzle tried desperately to hide his throbbing cock. Then, warm hands were placed on his wrists, Salazzle didn’t try to fight as Dr. Buckley led his hands away from his groin. There they were again.

Salazzle had been waiting a week for this. He’d been waiting for what seemed like so fucking long to be touched again. To say that he was excited was an understatement of untold proportions.

“Look at you!” Dr. Buckley smiled as he took in the sight that lay twitching before him. “Are you excited to see me again?”

He was blushing for sure. The room wasn’t just hot. Salazzle nodded, and was surprised when Dr. Buckley stuck his hand out and put it on his head, rubbing it softly.

“Good boy. I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

“Sal?!” You have? He was?!

“I have.” He nodded, then slowly, his hand drifted from Salazzle’s head, from his chest, right down to his groin, eliciting a delighted moan from the Pokemon. “Arceus, how I’ve been thinking of this…”

He wasted no time in stroking what little flaccidity there was out of Salazzle’s length. His touches were expert, Dr. Buckley knew exactly how to touch him in exactly the right place that made him hard as a rock. Salazzle laid back, beginning to pant and moan softly as the gloved hand slid up and down his length; it was made slick by the precum leaking out of his tapered tip with each throb.

It began much faster than it had last time. Instead of the soft ball fondling, the slow exploration of his tip, then the rest, the doctor began to jerk him off faster than Salazzle did to himself. He couldn’t help but moan now; Salazzle didn’t think he’d ever get over the feeling of his hands at work. Unlike last time, however, a finger wasn’t rammed into his rear.

“You’re so fucking leaky…” Dr. Buckley whispered, as if admiring how much there was to play with. The tone of his voice sounded less professional than it had been, there was more need in it, more desire than anything else. “So warm, too…”

He stopped jerking Salazzle off, placing hands on either side of his spread slit and began to massage with his thumbs. It felt good, weird, but good, Salazzle waited with baited breath at what was going to come next. What other activities did Dr. Buckley have planned for the two of them?

It shocked him when, after a few more seconds of looking at Salazzle’s cock, looking at it throb and leak its slimy, salty precum, Dr. Buckley went down, and gave it a long, nice lick. Salazzle froze with confusion as he was licked again, then again, eventually he had to take a deep, gasping breath in order to process just how fucking good that felt. Astonished, he sat up, head felt dizzy, but he was fine, and looked at the doctor. His eyes were closed, a blush was on his face as well, he looked so pleased to be doing this.

After a few more licks, Dr. Buckley licked up to his tip, then immediately dove down Salazzle’s cock, taking it all in his mouth with little difficulty. Everything felt warm, hot, soft, wet as the doctor began to bob his head up and down his shaft. Salazzle began to pant, it felt… incredible. He’d never done anything like this before; who knew that sucking on a dick could feel even better than jerking it off?

It was, apparently, just foreplay, though. Salazzle watched, slightly disappointed in the end of the sucking, as Dr. Buckley got off of him. He wiped the saliva from his mouth, and moved over to the cabinet, pants bulging as he looked through the shelves. After finding what he was looking for, he took his coat off and undid his tie, Salazzle watched as he went over to the bed he was on.

“I don’t… normally do this.” Was all he said before dropping his pants.

Salazzle wished he’d come to this doctor’s office years ago; Dr. Buckley was long, and he was thick, too. His shaft was uniquely human in appearance, he stroked himself hard, which took all of ten seconds as he groped Salazzle’s balls, then squirted some of the lubricant he’d used on Salazzle’s rear a week ago onto his hand. The Pokemon watched, eagerly, as the shaft soon began to glisten with the goo.

Dr. Buckley didn’t say anything else as Salazzle scooted down the bed. Never before in a million years did Salazzle ever think he’d be in a situation like this, scooting down a doctor's examination bed to take something that big up his rear. Salazzle didn’t even know if he’d be able to fit it all in, but he’d be damned if he gave up now.

“Just try and r-relax, okay?” He said in a hushed tone of voice, while, at the same time, slipping his tip into Salazzle’s rear.

Pleasure and pain exploded in one, delightful bomb as he began to work his cock deep into Salazzle’s virgin rear. The Pokemon, being spreaded by an actual penis for the first time in his life, couldn’t get enough of it. It was thick, it was long, it was hitting every single area that made him groan in delight. When Dr. Buckley stopped, half-way in, sure in his opinion that he needed to take it slow, Salazzle wrapped his hind legs around the man’s rear and pulled him in.

The two grunted once he’d pushed his entire six and a half inch shaft into Salazzle’s rear. Dr. Buckley smiled, gently cupping Salazzle’s cheek as he throbbed inside of him.

“I’m going to begin now, alright?” He spoke softly. Salazzle throbbed. Why was he so attractive?

He didn’t get a chance to nod; Dr. Buckley pulled out and immediately began to hump him. It was wild, there were no soft thrusts to get him accommodated; the doctor had picked up on Salazzle’s need for this, and wasted no time with something as paltry as gentleness. He knew Salazzle could take him, and he was right. At first, the wild humping had felt bad, like pinching everywhere, but after a few moments, Salazzle couldn’t feel anything but pleasure.

A snapping sound reverberated from the room, Salazzle tried to look but immediately gritted his teeth from the pleasure and warmth that was Dr. Buckley’s ungloved hand wrapped around his shaft. It seemed as if something like gloves weren’t necessary anymore, which was amazing; his skin was so much warmer, the texture of each rough spot was astonishing. And, to top it all off, as he was quickly stroked off, the pain all but completely went away.

It astonished him, just how good this felt. The one thought he had in his head was more, and Dr. Buckley was all too happy to give him as much as he wanted. He’d grip Salazzle’s sides, using them as leverage to thrust even harder, smash his dick right into that place that made the Pokemon see stars. After a few seconds of this, Salazzle realized that neither of them even needed to use their hands to help; this relentless assault was bringing him closer to an orgasm with each wild thrust.

He focused on whatever he could when his eyes weren’t clenched tightly shut. Sometimes, it was Dr. Buckley’s scrunched up face, a look of delight occasionally slipping through the concentrated mask he wore. Sometimes, it was his groin, or the dick, slamming into Salazzle’s rear. Other times, it was his dick, slapping against his belly, oozing a large amount of sticky, slimy, warm precum onto his purple belly. Salazzle not only felt that monster of a dick push against his guts, he saw the outline bulging his belly out.

The stamina that Dr. Buckley had astonished Salazzle. He never once faltered in the sheer ferocity of his thrusts, only panting and sweating. Occasionally he would stop to reposition Salazzle after fucking him up the examination bed, but it wasn’t a break. Nor could Salazzle get enough of it; a dick up his ass was one of the best things he’d ever felt.

It felt too good, in fact. Salazzle began to tremble as with each thrust from the doctor’s large cock, he was brought closer and closer to an orgasm. Neither Pokemon nor human were even paying any attention to milking him, the pleasure from the shaft spreading his rear and punching against… Whatever that thing was, it was more than enough to bring him to one of the best orgasms he’d ever had.

Salazzle cried out, loud, his voice was pleased beyond belief and even cracked, he’d have continued, but Dr. Buckley quickly grabbed his snout and held it tightly shut, stopping his thrusts for the first time since he’d begun. He rammed his cock right into Salazzle, the Pokemon’s belly bulged, he squirmed as that expert hand wrapped around and wildly began to stroke him off, milking the sample all over Salazzle’s belly and thighs. He squirmed, but couldn’t get anywhere as the doctor continued his work, only stopping once the last drop of sticky, white cum was pulled from Salazzle’s throbbing, purple cock.

Thankfully, unlike the last orgasm he’d had in this office, he didn’t pass out, though his head was spinning. Dr. Buckley held his cock in Salazzle as he gently cleaned the Pokemon off with a nearby towel, then smiled as he looked down at him. That smile, it was just so… calming.

“You enjoy that?” He asked. Salazzle nodded furiously. “Good, good. Are you up for a bit more? Maybe letting me finish inside of you?”

“Salazzle?” How much longer would that be?

“I’m close, real close. Have you ever had a human or a Pokemon ejaculate inside of you?” He scooped Salazzle up and held him close to his chest, and sat down in one of the chairs. It was just then that the smell of wood and cologne hit Salazzle, making him shiver. Not only was Dr. Buckley handsome, he smelled amazing as well! He looked up at the doctor and shook his head no. “Ah, well, do you want me to explain what’ll happen?”

Salazzle nodded, he smiled again and pulled the Pokemon into a warm hug. His hand gently wrapped around the base of Salazzle’s tail, and he used it as leverage as the thrusting - now gentle, and slow - resumed.

“Firstly, you’ll feel a warm sensation as I climax.” He started, gently whispering as he held and kissed Salazzle’s head.

It wasn’t like the rough thrusts he’d done to bring Salazzle to an orgasm, no. These were much more smooth, much more caring. Maybe he couldn’t even get off by thrusting as hard as he had been, Salazzle didn’t know, but there was something about the way he slowly slid in, held himself there, then pulled out, it drove him insane. He hugged Dr. Buckley and began to moan softly.

“Good boy,” He praised, kissing Salazzle’s head again. “You’ll feel me throbbing, twitching, I’ll hold you really tight.”

The position they were sitting in even seemed to allow Dr. Buckley to ram more of his length inside of Salazzle’s rear. It made the Pokemon’s toes curl with delight as his stomach bulged against Dr. Buckleys’ own. There was just a level of care and comfort that he was getting from the doctor that was unlike anything else.

“And then,” He grunted, taking a deep, quivering breath. “I’ll pull out, sl-slowly… Oh, Arceus… a-and then all my cum… cum… will leak o-..”

Dr. Buckley couldn’t even finish his sentence. Salazzle grunted his name in surprise as the human’s entire length rammed up his rear all at once. His stomach bulged, and, as Dr. Buckley had described, an odd warmth began to leak from the man’s throbbing cock. Salazzle hugged tight as he felt the doctor’s chest rapidly rise and fall, he was panting so hard, he must have taken delight in just how good Salazzle felt.

After the suppressed moaning stopped, Dr. Buckley indeed held Salazzle tight, tighter than he had before, and gave him soft kisses on the head as he took minute thrusts in and out of his rear. They held each other like this for a while, neither one of them making much in the way of movements, just hugging and kissing each other as Dr. Buckley throbbed inside of Salazzle’s warm rear.

An incredible amount of time seemingly passed, Dr. Buckley got up slowly, with shaky legs. He held Salazzle close to his chest as he walked over to the exam bed, placing the Pokemon down. The two grunted as he pulled his cock out of Salazzle and to nobody’s surprise, his cum began to leak out of the twitching hole. For the next few minutes, Dr. Buckley attended to the mess, still naked, cock glistening with lube and cum. Once Salazzle was able to sit up, he watched as Dr. Buckley washed himself off with wet towels, and hiked his pants back up.

“I’d say the sample size this time around was… more than adequate.” He smiled. “I’ll tell the nurse to schedule another appointment for next week. Free of charge, of course… I might even begin a study. After all,” Dr. Buckley gave one last smile before opening the door. “A male Salazzle… that’s unheard of in the medical community. There needs to be a thorough examination of your mating habits.”

“S-Salazzle?!”

“Oh, yes. Done by yours truly.” He grinned, and shut the door behind him, leaving Salazzle blushing harder than he’d ever blushed before.

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Thanks for reading! This story was inspired by a pic that @FierceDeityLynx drew on twitter. I’d link the picture, but I have horrible anxiety when it comes to talking to artists I admire, so I’ll just put his twitter handle there and you can look them up. I did take some liberty with Salazzle’s naughty bits, though. Anyway, come and join my discord! The link is TbBhWfvYGw come and bully me or just hang out, idk. Lotta cool folks on there.