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Mount Wesson provided an excellent vantage point, from which the sprawling township below could be surveyed with pristine clarity. The peak was no sky-piercer, yet sufficiently tall to be crested with snow for much of the year, baring its steel-grey stone only at the heights of summer, the foothills a golden skirt of gentle rises. This was private land, under the stewardship of the Gladhand family for many generations and now under the dominion of the current patriarch: Ace Trainer Gideon. The eccentric Master of Dragon Types had crowned the mountain with a boldly evocative castle, a great work of restoration rising from the foundations of an ancient keep.

A winding and treacherous road was the sole method of access, and even that was passable only by the hardiest of vehicles and Pokémon mounts. The original castle had never existed to protect the settlement or as a defensive structure, but as a symbol of absolute power, a demonstration of draconic superiority by the embattled castellan of the old world. The fortification and its supplementary buildings now encircled the summit just as they had so many centuries ago, yet the cross-winged aegis of dragonkind which emblazoned the doorway was no longer an insignia which called to mind tyranny, but delight.

Ace Trainer Gideon had made a sanctuary for Dragon Types, land on which no Pokémon could be caught, and every provision made for those under his protection. Research was conducted into these rarest of creatures, studies of ecology and physiological properties, mating programs and the recording of migratory patterns. He funded it all from his vast family fortune, and his not insignificant winnings from a tournament circuit in which he would showcase his favoured Dragons to a great many fans, his committed showmanship particularly popular amongst children.

He had the appearance of a man taken out of history, clad in a mustard gambeson locked down by a leather harness, a Wooloo fur flight cap upon his head and a flowing crimson cape at back and shoulder. Gideon was tall and sprightly, dark haired and bearded, with an olive complexion. He'd the grace of a fencer and the presence of a thousand years of history. And it was this man that crossed the drawbridge of his fortress to spread his arms and warmly greet his visitors, relieving himself of his gloves to shake the hands of Olin and Kreg both, as well as pay Vee a polite bow.

When venturing into the wilderness, even one so close and so protected, it was wise to bring a Pokémon in case of emergency, and with Gardevoir absent, Olin had brought along his own companion instead. Though, the Espeon had a rather uncharacteristically sour look as she surveyed the Goodra at the shoulder of their host. Sylph smiled good-naturedly in response to an expression which was one half annoyance, and one half jealousy, cementing Vee's fury when she welcomed Olin by sweeping him off his feet in a great hug.

Saved from her slime by his dayglo orange waterproof suit, he returned the embrace and shook himself clean of fluids in the wake of it as Gideon clapped in approval, “Bwahahaha! Yes, welcome, welcome!" His voice was deep and jovial, “Kreig and I go way back! My friends are his friends, and his friends are my friends, which makes us bosom pals already! As close as brothers, in fact! For I wouldn't give leave for a rendezvous with my darling Sylph otherwise!"

Kreig sidestepped the Goodra, gesturing at his immaculate suit and invoking a look of great sadness in the eyes of the friendly Dragon Type as she was denied another hug, “Yes, yes – and we're very grateful for that as well." He adjusted the rose-tinted aviators he's taken to wearing, “Though I don't quite understand how we 'go way back' when we have been acquainted for scarcely a year…"

“Oh, my dear friend! It is not the length of a bond that is important, but the depth of it! With both people, and Pokémon, I say!" He advanced and clasped each of them by the shoulder, “You are a man of courage, Kreig! And you, Olin, have been acknowledged by my darling Sylph! I am proud to welcome such distinguished gentlemen to my home!"

“Thank you." Olin grinned. Gideon was every bit the overwhelming presence in real life that he was when entertaining, and it pleased him to find that his persona on the tournament circuit was not an act but his genuine self. It was little surprise that Gardevoir had balked at the prospect of meeting the man in the flesh, having received enough of a psychic impression of Goodra's Master from their interactions to reject climbing Mount Wesson outright. Though, the socially awkward Krieg seemed just as much of a mismatch for the man, “How did you guys meet?"

“Oh, that is quite the story!" His voice boomed out over the mountain, “As well as running this facility, and representing the marvellous Dragon Type in contest – up until recently anyway, I'm occasionally called upon by law enforcement to assist in some specialist cases! That is where I met Kreig!"

He released them both and a gesture had them follow in his wake across the drawbridge and into a vast foyer. Modern conveniences were ensconced in ancient trappings, a holographic display at the door acknowledging each of them as they passed, and the drawbridge sealed behind them under automation. The décor was crimson and jet, the fixtures crystal and gold, tapestries and statues lining their path as if they had stepped into the final dungeon of the most generic RPG to ever grace a console.

Kreig removed his glasses and cleaned them of their fog with a small cloth. He offered some clarification, “I was performing an inspection on behalf of the civil service and became swept up in a case that Gideon was involved in." Along with a warning glance, “One which I must ask you to speak of no further…"

“Ah, yes! If word got out, there would be a panic! Very close to disaster! Very close indeed! And we never did catch the bastard behind everything, either!" He bowed his head slightly to Olin, “Terribly sorry! Probably shouldn't say any more, or that little vein in Kreig's forehead will explode! I suppose you did do quite a lot of work to keep everything hushed up, didn't you?!"

His hand came to his head at that remark, feeling for a vein which Gideon had invented, his expression one of raw exasperation, “Olin is perfectly trustworthy, and I can't imagine him rushing off to alert the press. It is simply a matter of the story involving a history that is not ours to divulge. Gardevoir had me promise not to tell a soul…"

“I hoped to meet this Gardevoir at last and reveal my part in that fateful night to her!" His expression briefly darkened, “May her next Master not be such an unworthy piece of Salamence excrement!" Gideon gave a sturdy harrumph, and resumed his good humour, “Alas, you came with purpose! And I shall not sour our meeting with such fell reminiscence! You fine gentlemen called with a request of sorts involving my dungeon! Ah – let us first take to the drawing room to discuss your needs…!"

A question was on his lips as this further revelation of a secret history to Gardevoir came, but their host spoke so loudly and so quickly that any opportunity to glean further information came and went before he could get a word in edgeways. He directed his raised eyebrow at Kreig instead, and received only a nervous glance in return along with a mouthed apology. The plot thickened, and even Olin couldn't be entirely ignorant of it.

Vee interrupted his musings by leaping into his arms and transitioning to a perch upon his shoulder, riding there as they made their advance through the sweeping castle interior. She'd sensed the worry of her Master, and her desire to comfort him was more important than pulling faces at that Goodra slut from behind the backs of the party. Together, they marched with their host deeper into the castle, and eventually found a drawing room of dark wood, leather upholstery, and grey stone.

A variety of furnishings were scattered throughout the room, each of them designed to bear the unique forms of Dragon Type Pokémon, and as Sylph took a throne-like chair, her Master demonstrated some slime-proofing property of his cape as he wrapped himself in it and took a seat in her lap, immediately embraced from behind. Not to be outdone, Vee curled up atop her own Master as soon as Olin found an appropriate chair of his own, digging her claws into his clothes possessively and once again levelling her glare at her Goodra rival.

Kreig was first to speak, “We've a Lycanroc with us that wants to be overpowered by his dominant male and degraded severely. A little difficult when he's able to destroy boulders with a headbutt - and while Olin is quite the physical specimen, he remains only Human." He'd perched himself at the end of an enormous chaise longue, with size appropriate for a reclining Dragonite, “I know you've equipment down there for restraining Dragon Types. I was hoping that you would allow us the use of it."

“Oh, that will not be a problem at all!" Gideon nodded enthusiastically, “Though, you must allow me to apply the chains myself! Some experience is necessary in this sort of thing, and I have that in spades! Bwahahaha!" The Goodra gave a slight smile at that one, and Vee only seethed with further jealousy at the thought of what kinky evenings they must have shared together. The man continued, “How do you feel about this, Olin!? You are a neophyte of sorts in Poképhillia, yes!?"

Opening his waterproofs to the warmth of the room, Olin took a slow breath to consider his answer, “I never really thought of Pokémon as sexual creatures until recently. There's still a lot that's quite new to me…" He found his fingers stroking the fur of the Espeon in his lap, “The power dynamic is always really skewed in my favour. It's like there's an expectation there – where I need to really lean into being the dominant male. Granted, I like that part. Pokémon are a lot more open to sex than I'd ever imagined, and always really submissive to Humans."

A great nod came in turn, “It's natural for Pokémon to submit to Humans, but it's a true fool that takes submission for granted!" He snuggled into his Goodra, protected by his cape from her slime, “This is the design of our world! We are the Masters, and ours is the responsibility of stewardship for the Pokémon that so freely bind themselves to us!" He took a ponderous moment, thinking how best to frame his point, “Tell me – has Vee there in your lap control of her own fate!?"

“Well… yes?" It seemed such a ridiculous question that Olin was caught off-guard for a moment, “I'm her Master – but she decides plenty. I mean, we chose the apartment together and made sure it faced the rising sun for her sake." He smiled and reminisced, “She used to wake me up each day – before those demonstrations got out of hand. I don't want to ever let her down, so the thought of her makes me work hard. The least I can do is take proper care of her, right?"

Gideon casually reached into his gambeson and withdrew a small leather billbook, his voice lowering to something intense and serious, “Imagine for a moment that I were to state that I wished to purchase your Espeon. I could write a number on a piece of paper here, and she would be mine. The course of her life altered on a whim. Kreig tells me that you are quite the pauper. Perhaps something as ludicrous as a cool million would unsettle your heart?"

Olin crossed his arms, and Vee preened in his lap as she already knew his mind, “She's not for sale, and never will be. For any price."

His smile was almost relieved, “And yet, she could be – and to many trainers, for a much lesser sum she would be. Pokémon may be bought and sold, traded, or simply discarded. Ultimately, the destiny of that adorable creature in your lap is entirely yours to decide." He grasped at an elaborate fountainpen and began to scribble, “Pokémon know this. Thus, they seek to bind themselves to Masters that they consider worthy, and to bind themselves most tightly. Sexuality is a common means of deepening such relationships, much as it's taboo to be open about such things. A pity, or I wouldn't need to retire from the league…"

Kreig interjected, “We're getting a little off-track here…"

“Ah, I merely hoped to impress upon my newest friend precisely how vital his work is!" His jovial manner returned, and with it his volume, “It is not something as meagre as sex! Your natural place is that of domination, and theirs is one of submission! The Guide Project is a matter of politics! But, do allow yourself to enjoy the moment! The intimacy! The triumph of Mastery! For the Masterless Pokémon that come before you, and those who do not have such a relationship with their owners – you are representative of this important bond!"

“I… didn't think about it that deeply." The politics had always gone over Olin's head, but he'd always endeavoured to make sure that each Pokémon that he was mated with had a good experience. He gave a slight sigh, “I guess it's a little reassuring. Gardevoir always told me off for these feelings. A part of me felt like I was getting a little bit too into it."

“Bwahahaha!" Gideon folded his completed cheque, “'Into it' seems to be precisely what this Lycanroc wants! The more confident you are as a Master, the more comfortable Pokémon are in submission! Do not shy away from your true nature!" He handed the leaf over to Kreig, “This month's donation to your cause, and a little extra – with my compliments! Now, if you will hand over Lycanroc's Pokéball, I shall go and see about getting him situated!"

It took only a short while for Gideon to accomplish exactly that, and he returned to guide Olin down into the depths of the castle, giving frequent commentary on the nature of his work in conservation and reminiscing about his favourite tournaments. The Ace Trainer and his Goodra would part ways with them before a sealed chamber, the door wrought of iron and every bit the cliché that one would expect. Krieg this time carried a tablet computer, and Espeon was strangely insistent about returning to her Pokéball, her expression that of a Pokémon with a plot in mind.

Though Olin would have little chance to decipher her intent, stepping forward into the cell to meet Lycanroc at last. Rather than the elaborate dungeon of overwrought contraptions that Gideon enjoyed with his Dragon Types that held such proclivities, this room was more of a holding pen, small and dimly lit, hemmed in by dark stone, with no furnishings save for a stool in the corner for Kreig's comfort as he took notes. A single light fixture emitted a dull electric hum scarcely perceivable to the ear, and at the heart of the chamber was the Pokémon himself.

From a beam up high descended a great length of chain, iron manacles about the arms of the Lycanroc held high above his head, bonded at wrist and elbow to lock them together fully outstretched. A heavy collar denied him the ability to shift his neck, removing their lethal headbutts from the equation, their feet only scarcely touching the stone below them, requiring some measure of balance to not make the posture too uncomfortable.

Much more could have been done to make him helpless; a blindfold or a muzzle, a spreader bar to further lock down his lower body – but if the bondage were absolute, then there would be no room for Lycanroc to struggle. And the wilful glow of his eyes, a pinkish red shining in the gloom, demanded that there would be a struggle. His fur was short and maroon for the most part, yet his stubby tail, mane, and underside were a deep and fluffy white. His claws were matte black, and the stone spike projected over his head emanated an aura of lethality. This was a compact creature, made for combat and confident in his power.

This particular Midnight variant of Lycanroc was a tall example of his species, yet still scarcely more than half the height of Olin. Kreig tapped his pad, “Shining eyes signify excitement. But… I think that it's somewhat obvious to tell without knowing that." Having been left alone with nothing but anticipation to prime them, the Pokémon was already fully erect, his small, knotted cock similar in configuration to that sported by Arcanine – yet while the faux-legendary had been a little under the Human average, this male was perhaps only half of that. The colouration was the same unique pinkish red as his eyes, crowned with a droplet of precum which quickly ran down into the fur of a small sheath.

The wispy man shrugged, "There's not much problematic about this Pokémon except the attitude, so I'll be quiet this time..."

Olin had long since dispensed with his waterproofs, and now shed his casual wear as well, considering his approach to the submissive male. They were a lot smaller than he was anticipating, and that their strength was so severe that such restraints were required made overwhelmingly clear the combat superiority of Pokémon. And yet, as that glowing gaze followed his movements, perfectly levelled to a cock thrice their length, their swallow was clear even against the heavy collar, and their expression one of submissive lust. An acknowledgement of that dynamic did much to buoy Olin's confidence, “That's right. This is the big Human dick that's going to fuck everything that makes you a man out of that little toy you call a cock and onto the dungeon floor."

He'd been practicing his lines, much to the amusement of Vee whenever she witnessed him declaring such things to the bathroom mirror. For while the motions of domination came naturally to Olin, the finesse of delivery did not. To pin a Pokémon beneath his body and fuck them into submission was a simple thing for him, but the sort of language required to make a needy faggot swoon was still something that he was still learning. Krieg had presented him with a suspiciously large collection of fiction to learn from for homework, and he considered some of the protagonists of those short stories and erotic films now.

Slowly, he advanced, reaching out to press his palm into the enormous tuft of chest-fur and twisting his fingers into it to make the grip ironclad. A heartbeat fast against his hand, Olin looked down into their shining glare, “You're here because you want to be a Human owned cocksleeve." Their weight was also less substantial than expected, and he lifted them from their scruff up into the air, “Good. Faggots like you that are so desperate for a submissive bitchgasm that their cocks are leaking before their Master even enters the room are made for that."

Words that he would have previously said with some hesitance now flowed rather well, and Olin grinned a smile made sinister by the pinkish light at the sensation of progress. The Lycanroc squirmed in his grasp, his legs kicking beneath him helplessly, and the man enjoyed the ruinous thoughts which Gardevoir would always chide him for as he revelled in the power of his position. What sort of face would this Pokémon make when he surrendered to his cock?

Eager to find out, he reached down and grasped at their meagre maleness, finding the length to already be slick in his hand, “Are these shitty struggles supposed to be you fighting me?" He challenged them, but as the threat of a kick to his obliques came from the side, a hard squeeze of their small cock shocked the strength out of them. Lycanroc whined pathetically, but his length throbbed with deepened passion in the wake of their defeat. Wow. This was easier than he thought it would be.

The chain had retracted along with the lift, a mechanism operated by Krieg continuing to deny the Pokémon any movement in his upper body as even raising them up delivered no slack in their bondage. Olin mused, “Maybe we overthought this. I don't think we really needed to tie you up at all. Just a few words in your ear and you'd get on your hands and knees and raise that stubby little tail all on your own, wouldn't you?"

Lycanroc looked away, his lip quivering as the Human Mastered him shamefully quickly. This was a fantasy that he'd built up in his head over years, something that he had scarcely hoped would ever become reality. The Guide Project had offered him the chance to submit to a male Human, and the bitch-breaking cock of his dreams was now right before his eyes. His pride demanded a fight, the aggression inherent to his species something which must be smothered and defeated in order for him to become comfortable in submission.

So, why was it like this? He was so desperately horny that it wasn't until the Human reminded him that he remembered that he should be fighting at all! Just the sight of the larger male, a muscular physique which could not compare to the force of his Moves, but was more than sufficient to hold his weight at the end of an arm and make sport of him, had his knees weaken and his body sag into his bonds.

His growl emerged as another whine as he battled with himself to regain the will to struggle, to play the part in his fantasy that he had always envisioned himself taking. Yet, as his knee rose, another squeeze of his maleness at the base of his knot robbed every ounce of power from his body. He bucked up into the Human's hand instinctually, unable to prevent the jolt of his hips as his precum-slickened cock yearned for pleasure.

Olin shifted his grip to simply hold his submissive aloft and stepped in, the Lycanroc instinctively wrapping his legs around the larger male for some form of purchase as his small cock and the great Human shaft were sandwiched between them. Olin pushed back their chest slightly, “Look down." It was hard to obey due to the heft of the heavy collar, yet the sight was worth the strain, “That's the cock of a man. Thrice your size, as thick as your knot all the way down, with fat balls double your mass. What you have there is the little clit-dick of a faggot."

The humiliation of the sight washed over him, and with it came a sense of affirmation. Yes, this is precisely where Lycanroc belonged. Why not surrender to that? Submission was his place. His small cock was not for breeding females, but for dispensing his manhood onto the floor when a real male was fucking him. His whine became a moan, and he pressed his body against the Human, quivering in an orgasm wrought of only the scarcest stimulation.

“Pokémon are designed to submit to Humans." It was what he had just learned, and after only a few minutes of contact, the evidence of that was now a creamy cumshot on his abdominals. Curious, as he had been with all of his partners so far, Olin gathered some at the tip of his finger and tasted it. Along with the bitter musk one would expect, there was a stone-like saltiness to the rock-type, and a unique gritty texture. Perhaps the most mellow flavour that he'd enjoyed thus far, though the lesser male had not produced very much of it.

Another squeeze at the base of his knot was sufficient to force Lycanroc to disentangle his legs from the Human, and Olin stepped back to enjoy the sight of the panting creature, his knees pressed together and small cock leaking a strand of what remained of his orgasm onto the floor. He'd anticipated a fight, but hardly conceived that so quickly the Pokémon would surrender, a glance to Krieg returned as a knowing look as they gave enough slack on the chain to lower them once more.

He took a breath and centred himself. Olin didn't want to get carried away by the hedonism of his own domination, the kind-hearted parts of him demanding some measure of intimacy beyond the rawness of sex and forced submission. Lycanroc had come to be overpowered and degraded, bullied into the position of a lesser male so thoroughly that comfort came with the subspace. But who was to say that the power that had him surrender must be physical?

“Turn around and raise your tail." It was not an unexpected command, and the slight hesitation with which it was followed betrayed evidence of some part of Lycanroc that was still fighting. The Pokémon believed that next would come Olin draping himself over their back and lining up his cock to their twitching undertail, but was surprised to instead hear their knees fall to the stone, and feel the sensation of breath instead.

This was not something that Olin would much approach with his Human partners, yet the cleansing effect of a Pokéball was so absolute that he'd quite the chance to indulge himself here. His arms gripped at their thighs, and he surveyed the indented entrance before him, the fur faded to a very light pink. There was very little give in the body of a Rock Type, and while the fur of Lycanroc was soft, the muscles beneath were solid and unyielding. To have their insides yield to him and batter them with pleasure using his tongue would make fucking such tightness all the more enjoyable when it came to be time for it.

Scarcely visible in their tuft of crotch-fur, he nudged against the underside of their canine orbs, Kreig giving enough slack in the chain for them to bend over forward ever so slightly. His tongue extended, and drew up higher, bypassing fur to find only the soft pink of their undertail and sweeping over their entrance in a wet rasp which had the Pokémon jolt with the new sensation of it. Their skin as well had that mildly salted taste to it, like applying ones tongue to stone, perhaps obvious for this typing, but still a delightful revelation for Olin as he applied himself here.

Lycanroc was ruinously tight, yet there was only so long that he could clench the muscles of his thighs before they surrendered to the spreading pull of Olin's hands, his undertail doomed as well to eventually submit to the lapping of his tongue. He drew back for a moment, “I'm going to have fun with you until you beg to be fucked. Since you're offering up this faggot cunt for me, I want it nice and ready before you get the cock you've been pining for…"

He'd never thought himself particularly eloquent, yet a combination of stolen lines and his own ideals made for quite the narrative. If Olin wanted to make sport of a Pokémon that had submitted to him, then this was his right. Just as they would feel comfortable in submission, he could choose his own flavour of dominance and revel in it. He was going to ruin this Lycanroc. In his head were visions of fucking this slut into such a mess that no other male could compare.

The possessive part of him smouldered, the sliver of his heart that had been jealous when the Goodra that he had fucked into such eye-rolling pleasure looked at Gideon with an expression of love that Olin had never managed to claim from her. There was something to endearing about the struggle of this Lycanroc, the fight that instinct demanded of them warring with the submission to humanity that those same instincts decreed. He imagined for a moment what it would be like to own this willing cocksleeve, a lesser male that would yield so readily to a stern hand, and the fantasy of ownership invigorated his efforts.

The Lycanroc's cock jumped and divested his pathetic essence onto the stone in front of them, his gaze fixed at a blank wall and a hopeless whine drawn from his throat. The pleasure of that tongue was not tremendous, but the knowledge that he was having his undertail made such sport of simply for the entertainment of the Human was enough to flare those submissive instincts and smother the fight in him. Yes. This is indeed what he was for. He would be strong and aggressive, combative and slave to a vicious temper, but the touch of a worthy Master would make his knees weak, his heart timid, and his faggot cock erupt.

Perhaps this was his worthy Master?

His own fantasy appeared before his eyes, a life of submission and service, sword, shield, and plaything of the Human that so easily had made him surrender the fight. He was an abandoned Pokémon, of a species too troublesome to hope for adoption, destined to idle away his days in the Wesson Pokémon Sanctuary. But perhaps if he advertised himself well enough, he might be adopted? Could he dare to hope? Perhaps if he was a good enough faggot, a slut dedicated to their pleasure, a moaning whore that stoked the fires of Olin's lust – this Master would not throw him away? It was the way of Pokémon to bind themselves to their chosen Masters, and to bind themselves as deeply as they could, after all.

His undertail yielded to their tongue, Lycanroc's entrance surrendering the last of its resistance as the spread displayed the soft pink of his deeper insides, and Olin drew back to survey that lewd triumph. Kreig tossed him a vial of some oil as soon as he looked up, another custom concoction, and one suitable to diminish the grainy texture of a Rock Type's insides. He stood and leaned over the Pokémon, pressing down on the back of their collared neck to further force them into a position of submission, and with a reservoir of lubricant upon his palm, he tipped forward to guide the rivulets along his fingers, slipping his first two digits beneath their tail.

The moan that came in response was perfectly whorish, the tightness of their insides sufficient to press down their bitch-button despite the upwards curl of his fingers. His knuckles were angled into that spot of pleasure, and Olin had his hand twitch, once, twice, and a third shuddering climax overcame the Lycanroc, another load of submissive male essence added to the last upon the dark stone beneath them.

Olin loved to use his hands and his tongue, the foreplay more of a joy to him than the sex itself sometimes. He manhandled the Pokémon into this submissive posture, the weight of his upper body pressing down onto the leverage point at the back of their neck, and his fingers seeking out the best rhythm, the best depth, the best amount of force, the perfect technique to make the whining faggot writhing beneath him give up his lesser seed.

The lewd sound of sloppy fingering echoed gloriously in the small stone cell, the humiliation of his insides stirred in such volume enough to have Lycanrocs pointed button ears press down hard in a canine blush. The sensation of being used washed over him, his place as the plaything of a dominant male speaking to his submissive instincts in a language which went beyond species. Humans did a lot of confusing things, but this understanding was a universal one. His hips bucked back, his mouth was hanging open, and his every exhalation was a moan of need. Upon the ground before his eyes was evidence of his submission, and he was forced to look down at the mess of his own seed as a fresh stripe was added to his ruin.

Just as Olin had said, everything that made him a man would be fucked out of him, and Lycanroc began to long for the moment at which his orbs ran dry. What would be left behind was the lust-drunk and cock-addicted faggot that the combative instinct in him had always suppressed. He could melt into that submission, and with his pride defeated, could offer his own affection, and bare his heart without fear.

Insides that were once as tough as stone were now soft and yielding, beaten into submission and well-lubricated. Enough at last that Olin could be sure of a comfortable fuck despite their difference in size. There was a yip of joy as he removed his fingers and laid his cock upon their lower back astride the tail, the enormity of it sufficient to ravage the absolute depths of this slut Lycanroc's core. Kreig had assured him that Pokémon were generally compatible with Human cock, and despite that promise of an educated professional, a look down would still have made it appear absurd. Not that it stopped him from levelling the head of his maleness at that pink opening.

“Do it yourself." There was no shared language, and this would do in lieu of the begging that Olin had demanded. His grasp at their hips became not an iron hold but gentle guidance, and there was no hesitation in the Lycanroc at all as with a shuddering exhalation, he leveraged the small amount of force that could be mustered from their position, and slowly forced himself down that mighty Human cock. It was difficult, but the loosening of his insides and his own sheer grit was sufficient for him to persevere for a good two thirds of that length, before anything further became an impossibility when so immobilised by chains.

Though, that was all the excuse that Olin needed to snarl out his own effort, and with a leonine rumble in his throat force the remainder of his cock deep into the moaning whore beneath him. His hand strayed below them at the moment that he hilted, and against the rock hard abdomen he could feel a large bulge. The warmth of their core was wonderful, their velveteen tightness squeezing him so tightly, and their insides undulating in a ripple as acknowledgement of their distended stomach was enough for the Lycanroc to cry out another submissive bitchgasm.

The feeling of fullness was absolute, the pressure on their button overwhelming, the tone of their moans finding a feminine edge as climax washed over the writhing faggot. The voice was in his ear, delivering more of the degradation which he had demanded, affirming his submission, “That's how the cock of a real male makes their submissive cum." His grasp was iron, irresistible while under restraint, “Look down at that puddle of pathetic seed on the floor and watch it grow."

Lycanroc did as he was told, looking down at those meagre stripes of white as his body rocked back and forth, the pace of their rut a languid pleasure. Olin had waited a long time for this, yet the first shot which had always come so quickly for him was a long time in building. He'd not quite been the same ever since his encounter with Goodra's aphrodisiac-laden slime, and his sexual stamina had certainly felt the benefits of it. Now, his cock throbbed and divested a river of precum deep inside the Pokémon's core, the battery of his thrusts felt against the hand he held over their bulging abdomen.

His own moan was a snarling pleasure, his muscled body draped over the small Lycanroc and shining with the sweat of effort, every pounding thrust a rock of sheer pleasure. The erotic moans of his submissive toy spurred on his desire, and that first orgasm finally came as he pulled their body up into his arms and suspended the lupine Pokémon between his hilted cock and the chains above. The cumshot was prodigious in volume, furthering the humiliation of the Lycanroc forced to look down at his own pathetic loads, his distended belly bulging only the slightest before those rock-solid insides forced most of the essence unleashed into their core to leak back out and coat furred thighs in a cascade of pearlescence.

“Kreig. The key." Olin panted out his demand, and his companion was quick on the uptake, slackening the chain and removing both the restraints and the collar. He'd scarcely stepped back to give them space again before Lycanroc was twisted around to face his dominant male, his arms and legs desperately wrapped around the Human fucking him. Olin advanced a few steps, pressing the back of the Pokémon into the wall as he began to leverage his thrusts against it, his hand forcing the submissive creature to look down to watch the bulge of their abdomen and the bobbing of their own lesser cock.

It was forceful, yet intimate. A position from which Olin held absolute power by taking the Lycanroc aloft and pinning them against the wall, yet allowed the closeness of eye level. The Pokémon cast their sight down, their eyes on their own submission, but the Human watched their face, rewarded with the sight of a ruined countenance when another climax washed over them. Their lips peeled back to display sharp teeth, their nose twitched, their eyes became misty behind the glow, and a high pitched moan was projected into Olin's chest as their small cock gave up all that it had left between them.

Olin was far from done, and with a snarl of effort he renewed the thrusting of his iron-hard cock, finally able to fully exert his own strength from this more favourable position. What need was there for chains when so long as the Lycanroc refrained from using Moves, his weight was meaningless against Olin's well-honed physicality? He shifted his grip for a moment, one hand finding their neck as he forced them to look up from the bulge of their abdomen and into his face.

The addling of pleasure and submission had faded into a desperate need and yielding intimacy. Lycanroc held his gaze for only a few seconds before his face was buried into his shoulder. Cute. The sheer vulnerability of it awoke something primal in Olin, a desire to entirely drown the manhood of this submissive creature, to have him surrender in every way, and to lay claim to all of it. Gardevoir had highlighted to him that he felt like he could conquer the world when he brought his conquest to climax, and he felt the sensation of it most keenly now. His own Human instinct flared, the Mastery and dominance that was his right overwhelmingly enticing. He dove into it headlong, and fucked the Lycanroc hard, his second cumshot poured deep into their core and triggering a dry climax that had the lupine creature's eyes roll back in his head.

Pain returned lucidity to thought. Claws were dug into his back, the Lycanroc that had wrapped themselves about him now sheathing their lethal talons in his flesh as the ruin of pleasure triggered that involuntary spasm. Some marks would certainly be deep enough to scar, but could not be said to be grievous, and Olin grit his teeth against the pain as the Pokémon in his arms drew back from their own pleasure to look at him with an expression caught between regret and fear. “It's… fine… It's alright..." Olin grimaced, but the smile that he wore with it was genuine, “My own fault… for going too hard…"

Kreig groaned, “Every damned time." He stood and laid down his tablet, quick to make his exit, “I'll find a med kit. Stay here."

It took a great deal of reassurance for the anxiety and remorse of the Lycanroc to be dispelled. But even after quite the gentle afterglow, the Pokémon still would not let go of him. He remained wrapped around Olin while his wounds were treated. He held on to him when Gideon returned to laugh his ass off. And he rejected his Pokéball to hold on to him as they said their goodbyes to the Ace Trainer and drove back to Wesson Town.

Since the Lycanroc was still holding on to him when he attempted to hand him back over to the Wesson Pokémon Sanctuary representative, Olin decided that he'd best relent. So, he named him Dusty for the floof of his mane and brought him home.

So that he could cling to him some more.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to User EWEW for suggesting Midnight Form Lycanroc - I hope you enjoyed this. User Johnnyd1988 for applauding Goodra. User Airwall, to whom I apologise for the lack of orgasm denial (I got carried away here - but I'll use it in a future chapter with a more masochistic Pokemon!). User DeltaHopper who will one day see Flygon if I can wrangle it! User Etnom1 for Salazzle which - let's face it - is pretty much required for this sort of series (Gardevoir and Vee, too!). User TheLastFirstborn for giving me an idea about a psychic thing (stay tuned). User NoNoNope for some amazing ideas, and enough advocation for them to make any chapters based on them super easy for me to write (thank you!). User Stuntmanjbc for supporting the psychics, too! Also, User Djsmojo for the Latias and Salazzle plug. I think that's everyone since the last post! Nudge if I missed you, as I like to credit every commenter as the ideas all come from you!

Cheers as always for every fave, vote, folder sub (it's nearly at 40 already! I'm so happy!), watch, comment, and every read as well. I'm really grateful for all of these positive interactions, and it's kept me writing all this time. I just wish that I could do every suggestion, and not have to grab the one that is most convenient or that I'm particularly feeling at the time. I didn't intend for Olin to adopt this Lycanroc, or for the chapter to go this way in general - but it just sorta took shape as I went. The mystery surrounding Gardevoir deepens a little here, and I got to really highlight the power dynamic of this particular setting as well. Then, despite me really wanting to keep the cast small and really cherrypick anyone that ends up on the team - Dusty completely passed me by.

As always, the Pokemon featured in this series are chosen by you in the comments. I'll do kinks as well if I can wrangle it, and any ideas in general are all appreciated. If you've got a favourite Pokemon and scenario, please pitch away and I'll see what I can do. The comments are where I go for all of the inspiration for this, and I'm grateful for every kind word and every suggestion. You're all amazing. Thank you.

Next up is another female Pokemon. But first... someone else is going to slip in. Vee isn't going to take this new arrival lightly!

Have a most excellent day.