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“I really appreciate this, Maleek. I honestly had no idea what I was gonna do on such short notice.”

Ferdi certainly looked out of sorts, and Maleek couldn’t blame him - he was a couple hours away from leaving for an important Pokémon League training camp, and it wasn’t like he could just ask the charter to wait patiently for a day or two. “It’s cool, man. So what’s the deal? You said something about me needing to hold onto a Pokémon for you, right?”

“Yeah. Sal here.” Ferdi placed the Poké Ball on the counter.

“Really? Sally? Your Salazzle? You were telling me how happy you were to get one, what changed?” It was definitely a shock to Maleek, since Ferdi had specifically been trying to trade for one - he was building a team focused on agile speedsters, a bit of a contrast to those who seemed obsessed with raw strength. It was a tricky path to walk, but he seemed determined to walk it, and Salazzle were definitely on the slim and speedy side.

“Ugh, it’s not because of her…well, it is, but not because I wanted to. I had them all taken in for league physicals last week…today I got a letter from the Pokémon League Competition Committee. Sal’s not eligible for competition.”

That got Maleek to do a double take. “Say what? They ban Pokémon from competition? I thought they only did that with those legendary avatars.”

Ferdi shook his head. “I wasn’t all up on the rules of it, either, which was my bad. There’s regulations about Pokémon within species as well. If they’re too far outside the ‘normal’ for the species, then they aren’t allowed. It’s because trainers used to try to coerce Pokémon that didn’t want to be caught and were either getting themselves hurt over it or forcing the Pokémon and hurting them. You know, like the Ferals…”

“Yeesh. Yeah, that’s a bad idea. And there are others out there who aren’t Ferals but are still way more powerful than normal, right? And they get that way because they want to fight off any human who wants to catch them?”

“Yeah, there’s a good few like that, too, and some trainers, they’ll do anything for a bit of unearned glory. So the league says, your Pokémon has to be within a range of ‘normal.’ Pokémon that are type-shifted, or know moves that shouldn’t be possible for them to learn, or are outside a range of numbers that are in their ‘normal’ range aren’t eligible for league competition. If I’d taken Sal knowing that she wasn’t, I could be sanctioned, and hell if I’m gonna be sanctioned before I even get properly started!”

“What’s so abnormal about Sally?”

“Eh? Didn’t I tell you? She’s BIG.”

“Big? I remember you mentioning she was big, but is she really THAT big?”

“Oh, hell yeah, I probably didn’t make that clear enough. You remember that picture of that Totem Salazzle from Alola that I showed you? Sal’s bigger than THAT. The health report I got back said 7’7”. Not Totem as far as I know, because they aren’t allowed except for in competitions sponsored there, but she somehow got that huge anyway.”

Maleek gave a low whistle. “Damn. Are you sure I can handle her? I mean, I’m bigger than you, yeah, but that’s still over a foot more lizard than I have human. If she’s got any attitude issues…”

“No, no, she’s never had any that I saw. The trainer who traded her to me said she was fairly easygoing, a bit teasey but not malicious in any way. And I haven’t seen it in her, either, though I know it’s only been a couple months. I feel really bad about trading for her and then having to do something like this, but she said she understood…I guess she wasn’t really that broken up about it, maybe she wasn’t feeling the whole league thing, but she said she was willing to give it a test.”

Not exactly a full report, but Maleek had known Ferdi for years, he knew his friend wouldn’t deliberately mislead him. If there was trouble, well, he’d have to deal with that when it happened. “Well, I’ll help you out here. I don’t know if I’m gonna want her to stay around for good, depending on how things go…”

Ferdi gave Maleek a nod. “That’s fine, once I’m back from the camp in a couple weeks, I can make other arrangements if I have to. I just needed someone to take her that I knew and trusted, I didn’t want to just dump her in an empty house. Uh, let’s see…there’s not really that much that I think I have to say, she can tell you her wants and needs better than I can. But, uh, make sure you call her ‘Sal’, she prefers that a lot and seems to get annoyed when I call her Sally. I got out of the habit of that pretty quick.”

“Oh, okay. Sal, right. I’ll take good care of her, you go take care of business on your end.”

“Thanks, Maleek! I’ll find a way to make it up to you later, I promise! See you later!” Ferdi hurried out the door, and Maleek was back alone…well, technically. He wouldn’t be for long, not after he let Sal out of her ball…and he still wasn’t 100% sure how he felt about that. Not because of any problem with Ferdi, it was just how he was, he lived alone and had ever since becoming independent. He didn’t have any Pokémon around, he wasn’t interested in being a trainer or having a pet-type Pokémon and if he didn’t need a roommate he wasn’t seeking one out. Now he’d be living with a Salazzle for a couple weeks…someone he hadn’t vetted and didn’t know how well he’d get on with. Perhaps not the best-case scenario for cohabitation. But, Ferdi was right, leaving them alone was definitely not the way to go, and he knew that not just anyone was able to take in a Pokémon on short notice. Maleek, for all that he questioned whether he’d want to, was perfectly capable of doing so.

So, he poked the ball and triggered it to open. Out came Sal, and Maleek had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping. Ferdi hadn’t been kidding, she was huge! It was hard to properly imagine what 7’7” of reptile looked like, certainly his mental image hadn’t quite measured up. The height wasn’t all of it, though, she was also just built bigger…the pictures he’d seen of Salazzle had them looking like almost frail things, thin arms and legs and narrow upper bodies and wider hips. Sal was decidedly broader in the chest and abdominal area, no special widening of the hips, and had noticeably thicker limbs…she still looked to be on the lean side, but not nearly so much as the images.

He tried to swallow down his intimidation…Maleek was a fit 6’3”, hardly one usually on the daunted side when it came to others, so having to look up was something rather unfamiliar. “Hey there, Sal. I’m Maleek, I’m Ferdi’s friend. He might have mentioned me before, I don’t know.”

“I’ve heard of you.” That voice…there was something of a huskiness to it, though deeper than he’d anticipated and slightly on the raspy and hissy side. “So you’re the one he was talking about…you’re a cute one, wish he’d introduced me to you earlier.”

Cute? That wasn’t something Maleek heard directed his way often…he didn’t put too much stock in it, Salazzle were known for having a mildly flirtatious manner but it was usually just how they were, not meant to mean anything more. Well, not always, anyway, but he wasn’t going to over-assume with someone he just met. “Well, I’m glad to have your approval. I don’t know how much he told you, but, he’s asked me to look after you for a couple weeks…I’m not sure how much looking after you need, really, but I’ll help out however I can. I’m not really the kind to keep you cooped up, so as long as you’re not causing any trouble or anything you don’t have to stay in the ball. Only place I’d rather you didn’t go into is my bedroom. Does that sound fair?”

“Sounds good to me, hun. Maybe you’ll change your mind on the bedroom.” Sal gave him a cheeky wink, which Maleek made a concerted effort to treat as nothing special. “But don’t worry about me, I know how to treat a host. You’ll find me no trouble at all.”

The tone of Sal’s voice had Maleek slightly questioning that, but he decided to let it go. Better to see what would happen rather than assume, right?

———

So far, it was…an experience. Not necessarily a bad one, but…well, Maleek wasn’t quite sure how he would interpret it.

Sal was pleasant enough, as far as he could tell. Ferdi’s assessment of her demeanor was about on point, she seemed to be easygoing and friendly enough. Perhaps a little over-friendly…she certainly took ‘flirty’ as far as she could without being explicit. Maleek didn’t know if that level of suggestive was normal, but he didn’t make any mention of it - he wasn’t exactly familiar with flirtatiousness, he’d never really been with anyone or even tried, so this sphere of social interaction was beyond his knowledge. She didn’t go beyond suggestiveness, at least as far as he could tell, but there was definitely a look in her eye when she looked at him that seemed…not entirely casual. That might have been his imagination, too.

Being around Sal did make him feel a touch weird, though. That might have been the pheromones at work…Salazzle of course were famous for their pheromones, and they could have potent effects on males of all kinds, humans absolutely included. There were medications one could take if they needed to, but Maleek certainly didn’t have any of them, he’d neglected to ask Ferdi about that. Something he could go ask after himself, though, if it came to that. He was pretty sure Sal wasn’t trying to saturate the air with them, they weren’t that thick, just there a little bit, probably natural emissions, and he couldn’t exactly demand her to stop with that.

As far as having someone else around, Maleek supposed it was fine at the moment…he just wasn’t sure how long that would last. He’d warned Sal that he wasn’t exactly a social sort and that he might have some quirks and such that he didn’t know if they would bother the Salazzle or not, and he wanted to make sure there was open communication between them about things that they needed to discuss regarding habits and adjustments while they were in the same space. Sal had seemed less than worried about such things, which Maleek hoped wouldn’t cause trouble when one of those conflicts invariably arose…but, like everything else, he’d just have to take things as they came and deal with them then. At least he would be able to get an idea of whether he wanted this experiment to continue or not.

Waking up the next morning, he almost forgot that he even had a guest - Sal had indeed stayed out of his bedroom, and wasn’t making any particular amount of noise in the house. He’d told Sal that she could come and go as she pleased, and that he wasn’t going to be playing lord and master over her. That seemed to amuse her for some reason, but she’d simply agreed and left it at that. Perhaps she was out…stretching, he left his room and went to the kitchen, not bothering to dress beyond his boxers. Even if she was around, that wasn’t likely to bother her, and if it did, it would just have to be one of those things they talked about. But Maleek didn’t see her, so he assumed he was correct and she had left to enjoy the outdoors. So all in all it felt like a normal morning for him as he popped some bread in the toaster and downed a glass of water to help start himself up for the day.

It quickly became abnormal when he was pounced on from behind.

The only saving grace was that he was halfway carried down, rather than the full force of the weight crashing down on him to drive him into the tiled floor. It still was far from comfortable, and he let out a loud grunt as his knees collided somewhat painfully. The potent heat and scaled texture of the body on top of him told him it definitely wasn’t just some random attacker. “What the hell, Sally? Get off!”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I plan to. And I plan for you to as well.” Maleek didn’t quite have time to process that remark before he felt a surge of heat near his ass…a couple seconds later, he yelped as his boxers were yanked, and the smell of burnt fabric accompanying the sudden baring of his junk to the air gave him a harrowing certainty what had happened. “Mrrr, much better, I’ve been wanting to see the true you.”

“The hell are you on? Why’d you do that? What are you-” Maleek’s breath caught in his throat, strangling his words as he felt something else. Something hot, something wet and slick, something that was actually TWO somethings, which were big enough to be more than two…and something that could only be one thing based on the way Sal was over him. “What the fuck?! You’re a dude?!”

“Hmhmhm, you’d better believe it, 100% male…heh, well, really, more like 180%.” That deep, husky and raspy voice sounded endlessly amused. “You know, most of us males, we don’t get to experience this…the few male Salandits who are lucky enough to evolve usually get a separate evolution branch. But I’m an unusual one among the unusual, apparently, a rare mutant with the keys to the female path, but with, mm, what did they call it? ‘Hyperproductive male hormones?’ My, but did those examiners have a field day with me.” Sal was slowly grinding his twin cocks against Maleek’s rear, letting them spread their leaky fluids all over, and the air was starting to get a bit heavier around them, not just from the heat. “And if I could have, I would have had a field day with them, too, but they had too much protection. But I don’t have to worry about that here, now…do I?”

And suddenly Maleek had the panicked realization that all that flirting wasn’t so innocent after all. He squirmed underneath that surprisingly heavy body, trying to wriggle free from that tight grip. This was definitely not right, he wasn’t into dudes, and definitely wasn’t into being taken by force. “Let me go! Get…get away from me!”

“Oh, come now, we can’t have THAT…” A broad hand slapped over Maleek’s face, muffling his shouts, and he screwed up his face as he felt something slightly sour and viscous rubbing against his face, getting into his mouth and flooding his nose with the heavy scent. “I’m not here to be trouble for you, hun…quite the opposite, I’m here to rescue you from a life of lonesome boredom. And myself, a little, but you too.” He hissed into Maleek’s ear in what must have been meant to be a seductive manner. “That’s where the name Salvador comes from, no? No, not Sally, that was my first trainer’s little shot at me for not being the male he wanted, trying to insult me by suggesting I was female, just because of my evolution…you won’t be so nasty as to refer to me by that gross name again, will you?”

That was certainly one mistake Maleek wouldn’t make again. Not that he knew, Sal hadn’t actually revealed himself to be himself…and Ferdi surely hadn’t known, which was probably the first trainer’s point. Though why hadn’t Sal given the truth the Ferdi? Not a question he needed to dwell on at the moment, he needed to focus on getting away…but something was wrong. His struggles had been fairly energetic when Sal had started speaking, but they had slowly tapered away, now he was more wriggling than fighting, his body was starting to feel more sluggish, and more heated…not just from the contact with the Salazzle’s body, no, this was coming from inside, a warmth that felt weirdly insistent and demanding. His mind was slowly losing that sense of urgency, fogging a bit with each breath, and that thick, heavy scent was…starting to smell pretty nice…so was the taste of that strange fluid leaking from Sal’s pores on his hand, which he was slowly starting to lap at.

“Hrrr, see, isn’t that nice?” Sal’s voice was dropping a bit, becoming more seductive still, his grasping arm slowly releasing from its firm hold to rub over Maleek’s body, spreading more wetness around the skin, which was drying quickly. Same went for the slickness along the Salazzle’s dual cocks that had been rubbing all over Maleek’s rear, the spots they rubbed seemed to dry pretty quickly…it took another step when the human felt that scaled hand paw at his groin, rubbing that same wetness against his nutsack and his (firm and swollen, he was dimly aware) cock, even pulling back the foreskin to smear some of it over his exposed cockhead…all of it making him feel hotter, needier, and more desirous.

“My, my, my…you’re so deliciously responsive, a perfect plaything. Such a contrast with Ferdi, so dreadfully insensitive to my pheromones…but I suppose his loss is your gain, you’re going to have SO much fun, I guarantee it…”

That perhaps should have set off a warning alarm in Maleek’s brain, but it had effectively been tamed by now, the combination of the natural drugs and pheromones having silenced all the threat processing parts. No, he was calm, he was horny, and he was…more and more, finding the idea of a cock in his ass to be very nice. That seemed a bit off, hadn’t he been attracted to women? But no, that couldn’t be right, that didn’t feel like it warmed his loins…no, the thought of a big, strong male was working him up, particularly a big strong male Pokémon, particularly this big, strong lizard that wanted him…he couldn’t have wanted it if he wasn’t attracted to it, that made all the sense in the world.

That hand pulled away, and Maleek was almost disappointed, but it moved to take firmer hold of him, allowing Sal to bring his twins closer to the prize, and that got a heady moan out of Maleek…had he been opposed to that before? He couldn’t quite think straight, couldn’t remember why he’d been resistant to the idea. Sal just wanted to fuck him, like a big horny male Pokémon was wont to do. What was wrong with that? Especially because he clearly wanted it, too…

“There, now…isn’t this much better?” The depth of Sal’s voice made Maleek shiver, it hadn’t changed in absolute tone but now he was unmistakably picking up on the amorousness, the insistence that he was to have Maleek. “Don’t you feel more relaxed? More…primed? Do you know what you want now?”

“Ugh…Ssssal…I…” Maleek’s voice was coming out somewhat slurred, which only felt like it added to the sheer need. While the drug was being introduced fewer ways, the pheromone was still so heavy in the air, bringing him to the point of desperation. “I want…I want you…Ffffuck me…please…”

“With pleasure, my sweet slut Maleek.” Those cocks were drawn back, drawn down, worked against the human’s tight pucker…the tips were pointed, and Maleek got a chance to glance at them through his legs in his delirium, finding his heart skipping a beat at the sight of them, bigger than he ever would have imagined, each one slightly on the thin side but together making a considerable mass once they filled out below the points. The surface of the reddish-purple flesh was pockmarked with little glowing spots, which had to be super hot and were jetting off-colored steam, and where the flesh was smoother there were points where it looked like fluid was just oozing out…in his right mind, Maleek might have questioned all that, but at the moment, he just wanted cock, he didn’t care what it looked like.

Sal had to use a hand to help get the two tips wedged into Maleek’s taut asshole…even that first bit felt like a massive stretch to Maleek, who wasn’t familiar with any of this at all, but within just a few seconds he felt a heat pouring through him and a wetness dribbling around his hole, and just like the rest of him, he could feeling it relaxing, loosening for the Salazzle’s shafts. The more it gave, the more he wanted it, needed it, and his moans were begging for it without being able to form the words. He didn’t need the words, though, Sal clearly knew exactly what he wanted, and he brought his body back down onto Maleek, holding him down and readying him for impact.

“Don’t hold anything back, hun.”

A loud cry erupted from Maleek as Sal punched forward, driving his twins about halfway into the human’s ass in one go. Even loosened up, it was a hell of a stretch, to go from virgin to immensely full in such short order, but pain was nonexistent - rather, it was a cacophony of sensation combining the heat, the distension, and the raw pleasure that coursed through him, making his absurdly hard cock squirt out a jet of precum that splattered onto the tile. And just as he caught up with that, Sal pulled back slightly and then shoved in deeper, driving another forceful call from his mouth, strained as his innards felt. Once more, and that slit area pressed flush against him…Maleek felt like he should have been able to see the stretch in his gut, though it his addled haze he couldn’t really tell if he was or if he was imagining it, if it was there it was subtle.

Whether he could or not, though, he wanted it all anyway.

Sal began to thrust in him, and the cries receded into loud, low moans, coming out breathless but saturated with delight from Maleek’s constantly open mouth. These were complimented by deep but powerful grunts and hisses from Sal above him, the beastly Salazzle sending thrills through his spine as it rut him, the thought of its inhuman dominance of him growing more and more satisfying and compelling. Maleek’s vision was blurring a bit, but he didn’t need to see anything, feeling it and hearing it and smelling it was giving him the whole experience, and it felt like he was on fire with both lust and pleasure, each one amping up the other in a cascading loop that was keying him up to insane levels. It felt like no time at all before his orgasm was on the verge of coming…

But on the verge it stayed, refusing to cut loose. His cock and balls were burning fiercely, desperate to unleash their payload but unable to do so. Maleek’s moans got more strained as he bucked his hips, trying to force his climax with no success, then pushing back into Sal to force those dicks as deep as they could go in hopes that it would push him that last little bit. Above him, Sal was snickering deviously, tightening his hold and upping his speed as his hips slammed into Maleek, wet splats coming from the point of contact. “Can’t have you going off too early, now, can I? You’ll get yours once I get mine…so help my pleasure along if you’re that desperate.”

In Maleek’s fuzzy mind, the words didn’t really register consciously, but some part of him picked up on them…he began to get a little more vigorous, pushing back into Sal harder, squeezing down on him more, trying to provide the Salazzle with all the stimulation he could. It rewarded him with extra heat in his ass, those fiery pits blasting him with wonderful noxious steam, and extra pressure on his sensitive prostate which made his cock twitch madly and balls tense up to try to break through that hold. The ache in his gonads was intense, but somehow he felt like he was really enjoying it, loving the fact that he was being kept so needy for so long…and there was a thrill in being helpless to Sal’s whims, to have to pleasure the Salazzle to be rewarded, something about having to serve him was getting more and more satisfying.

Eventually Sal’s grip on him tightened, and he began to slam in with a fury. That and the intensifying throb in those twins told Maleek that Sal must be close, and he started to work him furiously, moaning incoherent pleas for the lizard to finish and fill him, pump him nice and full of his toxic lava, without a care for what might be in there and what it might do to him. The burn throughout him was intense, he didn’t know how much longer he could handle being on the precipice, all he could do was put his all into Sal and give him whatever he could, but his movements were more limited with Sal bearing down on him like this, he just tried to clench down and give him as tight a passage as possible…

The sudden screech above him was a muscle-seizing sound that froze Maleek dead. And then, suddenly, a hot gush of furiously hot, thick spunk pulsed into him, pasting his innards with the wildest burn he ever could have imagined, and it felt absolutely fantastic. As that sludge pushed its way deeper inside him, Maleek suddenly felt his cock and balls loosen, and then his eyes rolled back in his head as he came, HARD, harder than he ever had before in his life and it wasn’t even close. His seed jetted vigorously onto the tile below, splashing into the thinner pool of pre that had been leaking out of him, gross splatters lingering in his ears. His vision went almost completely white, clouded over with pure ecstasy as his body quivered in Sal’s arms, unable to do anything but twitch as the human’s brain surrendered to wave after wave of rapture, sloshing back and forth between each end. It almost felt TOO good, like it was a level of pleasure he wasn’t meant to know, wasn’t meant to find out was real, lest he crave it eternally…

It threatened to overwhelm him at one point, but his limits were pushed just short of the breaking point before being relinquished. The raw force of pleasure ebbed away slowly, letting his body free once again and relaxing him into a dull tranquility. Maleek drew in deep breaths below Sal, sucking in pheromone-laden air that now possessed an absolutely divine scent, the scent of powerful male Salazzle that had wired him to perfection. A vacant grin was on his face, eyes unfocused still in the chemical morass he’d been put under, lucidity creeping back in but not able to fully take hold.

Before he knew what was happening, Sal was pulling Maleek back upright, setting the human on his lap as the reptile rose to his knees, still deeply entombed within that luscious rear, fingers toying with the human’s nipples and mouth, eliciting more weary moans. “As fantastic as I expected…you are quite the delectable treat, Maleek. This is just the start…I’m going to enjoy every second of molding you into the most eager, satisfied pet you could ever have imagined. You’ll never be wanting for action or companionship again, I’ll make good and sure of it...before long, you’ll wonder how you ever got along without me.”

Those cocks pulled out with a loud slurp, a healthy drool of still-molten jizz joining Maleek’s mess on the tile. Sal helped Maleek stand up, the human’s legs shaky but managing to hold him with some effort. He was still in a hazy state, though not totally out of it at the moment…the reality of what had happened was starting to register, but not in a way that bothered him at all…should he have been? He couldn’t really think of a reason to be. He looked up at Sal, whose grin was broad and salacious. “You should eat before we continue, just as I’m going to. Not too much, though, I want you to have room for me to feed you myself.” Sal turned and headed away, a spring in his step, and Maleek heard the door open and close…he was actually out this time, though for sure not for long.

He turned back to the counter, the fog letting enough through to remember that he’d just been preparing some toast. Sure enough, it was in the toaster, though the time they’d spent fucking had left it fairly cold. It probably wouldn’t warm very well putting it back in…his eyes trailed down to the steaming Salazzle spunk on the floor. Maybe it was the drugging in his mind, but he had an idea for how to warm it up again pretty nicely…

———

“I’m about to cum, slut. Tell me, rrph, how much you want it!”

“Ah! F-fill me, Salvador! Pump me as full as you can!”

“Agh! H-here…you go!” Salvador let loose another double-barreled salvo inside Maleek, powerful arms wrapped tight around the human as he flooded him with another oversized helping of toxic reptile magma. Maleek cried out repeatedly as the fiercely hot fluid invaded his insides, violently triggering every sensitive spot in his insides. All his own stiff cock could do, though, was quiver and twitch, unable to replicate the Salazzle’s act on even a small scale.

The two were laying on Maleek’s bed, on their sides. Naturally, the bedroom moratorium had completely vanished after a couple rounds of fucking, and only ten days later Maleek could scarcely imagine why he’d preferred being alone in there to having that hot and sexy presence with him. Then again, a lot of things had changed, apparently, starting with his sexual orientation - no more interest in women, or indeed humans at all, for him, his tastes had been totally rewired, and whatever he had been before, now he was strongly, fiercely submissive to the male Pokémon he craved - and he had been given emphatic promises that Salvador would be far from the only one to enjoy him. But he craved Salvador in particular…the pheromones had pervaded his mind so completely that he couldn’t imagine separating from Sal ever again, or indeed not serving the sexy reptile at his whim. And, despite how that might have sounded, he was perfectly okay with that…maybe that had been imposed on him, too, but he didn’t know and didn’t care to question it.

And now that he belonged to Salvador, the Salazzle was showing him all sorts of ways he could toy with him. Many of them involving Maleek remaining lucid, even…the human had come to really enjoy the drugged states Sal could put him into, they caused things to feel so much wilder than they felt natively, but there were so many other flavors of pleasure that had his mind mostly sharp. Chemicals to hypersensitize him, or to make him endlessly lusty, or to shrink down his cock and balls just for the sake of taunting him about his size, and that was only the start of what Sal promised he could do to physically alter him on a whim. And he was ever eager to find out what more his master could do for their pleasure in that regard…

But certainly one of their favorite things was the orgasm denial. Even if in the moment it felt too hot to handle. “Ssssalvador…I don’t know if I can make it…god, I need to cum so badly…”

“Tssssk, you’ve still got almost half the day left. You’re a tough one, you’ll make it.”

Maleek groaned, but he didn’t argue at all. This was the third time Sal had blocked him for more than a romp…the Salazzle fairly regularly kept him from going off before he did during a round, which was good because Maleek struggled to hold back his climax long enough on his own. Another thing he was being trained on…but this was different, this had him both achingly hard and on the cusp of cumming and utterly unable to. It had been a couple hours the first time, but now it was going on one full day, and Sal had promised longer periods as well…but, the longer he was held back, the more fantastic it felt when he was finally released. The last time, a full eight hours of being held on the very edge, he’d nearly passed out from the pleasure, and he was pretty sure he’d conk right out once Sal let him loose after this one. The lizard had promised to always let him go, though…he’d never take it away for good. In fact he’d made clear that he wouldn’t do anything to Maleek that he couldn’t UNdo, unless they were both absolutely certain that Maleek wanted that. And Maleek knew that Sal could very well make him go along with anything, up to and including whatever such changes he had in mind, and that he’d probably love it anyway, but he was glad that he still had some say in some respects.

He’d also been learning some things on his own about how to please his new master, too. Like how his ‘tassels’ and tail were erogenous zones that responding quite well to his rubbing, and that he enjoyed neck and shoulder massages and rubs on the head in a more nonsexual way. Or how sweeter-flavored berries tended to get him horny quickly. Or that he was actually quite a cuddler when bedding down. Or that he really enjoyed hearing his full name…that one was remarkable in its simplicity, but Maleek had a guess that Salvador liked hearing it because it was distinctly male, and helped salve the lingering wound of being deliberately misgendered by his first trainer. He was also learning how to recognize the different scents Sal gave off, helping to reveal his moods and emotions when they weren’t going at it. Which they weren’t all the time, at least after the first few days…though they were plenty, Sal had a high libido and Maleek’s was slowly picking up with every load he took.

But there was enough for Maleek to realize that Sal didn’t JUST want a fuckbuddy/pet: he wanted an enduring fixture in his life, someone he could enjoy every aspect of life with. And Maleek was starting to understand just why that was appealing - having Sal around made him so much happier. The sex was incredible, no doubt, but even beyond that, it was nice having someone to talk to regularly, nice having a warm body sharing his bed, nice having someone he could enjoy other activities with. He was starting to sort of wake up to the idea that maybe he had been more lonely than he thought…weird as it went down, perhaps this was just what he had been missing.

Lost in thought as he was, to say nothing of the distraction from his desperate dick, he almost didn’t notice his phone buzzing on the nightstand until Sal spoke up. “You might want to get that, Maleek.”

“Oh! Umf, let me…” Sal scootched a bit closer to help Maleek reach the phone, and he could see on the front that it was Ferdi. Quickly he responded. “H-hey, Ferdi!”

“Hey, Maleek! You okay? You sound a bit tense.”

“No, it’s fine, just stretched something more than I’m used to. How’s your camp going?”

“It’s a real trial, but it’s so worth it. I’m learning a lot and it’s really changing the way I think about things and how I connect with my Pokémon. How about you? Sal’s not giving you any trouble, is she?”

Maleek flinched a bit hearing the inaccurate pronoun. “Nah, not at all, but, uh…about that, Sal’s actually a he.”

“W-wait, what? Wait, is that…is that a recent thing, or…”

“No, he’s always been. Apparently the guy you got him from deliberately mislabeled him out of, ah, spite.”

“Oh, fuck! Jeez, I had no idea, I just assumed…well, I mean, everyone says there aren’t any male Salazzle, so I never…dammit, was that one of the things they said in that letter? I didn’t have time to read it all, it was such a last-second thing…well, jeez, tell her-HIM! Tell HIM I’m really sorry about that, and whatever I did that made it that he wasn’t comfortable telling me, I’ll try not to ever do that again!”

Sal hissed a bit, moving his face towards the phone. “You’re forgiven, hun. It wasn’t all your fault.”

“Ah! Sorry, Sal, I didn’t know you were there. Well, uh, yeah, that aside, I’m really glad things are going all right between you two. There was a little incident over here that kind of stalled things for a couple days, but we’re back on track and it shouldn’t keep me back too much longer than I expected. You think you’ll be good sticking with it for another week or so?”

“Ah, right…” Maleek took a look back at Salvador and smiled. “I don’t think you need to worry about having to find him another place to go at all…”