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Cinderace balanced the Oran Berry upon his knee, an upward motion projecting it into the air, and then a kick setting his meal aflame for a second perfectly horizontal ascent. The burning fruit was airborne long enough for him to step forwards, turn, and catch it in his mouth as it fell – a motion which he followed with a small bow to a very unimpressed looking Lopunny. Their journey had taken them several days, from the foothill forests of Mount Wesson, on a wide arc through the Northern Wastes to avoid civilisation, and now at last, down into the grounds of the Lastwall Estate. The Fire Type lagomorph grinned, bouncing on the pads of his feet, “Do you want yours cooked as well?"

“If you keep showboating then that guy riding the Scolipede is going to catch us! We only barely got away last time!" She folded her arms with a slight huff. Lopunny was not used to this sort of hardship, travelling far from her burrow on the trail of the Human. The road had been difficult, and their transit time extended greatly by her insistence that each morning she be perfectly groomed and made presentable, a task she had only just finished for today. In comparison, Cinderace looked downright scruffy!

He bounced over, taking a seat on the rock beside his friend. They'd taken shelter in a small gulley, some scorch marks upon the stone evidence of the Pyroar that once laired here. A little steam rose when he dipped his feet into the small stream, his three pawtoes waggling slightly. At the underside of each foot was a trio of yellow marks from which his flames were projected, and he expelled some heat now to make the water bubble, “We didn't get away. He let us go. Which is practically an invitation as far as Humans are concerned. No need to worry!"

Another huff, “Well, you're the Human expert. That's why I asked you along…" She took a small nibble of her own berry, “The rumours are all true, right? You don't think he was telling fibs to that poor Linoone?"

“A bit late to be having second thoughts, isn't it?" Cinderace splashed around, “Well, I think that it's pretty suspect, really. A giant Human, and everyone that mates with him gets adopted by their destined partner? It sounds a little too good to be true." Lopunny deflated slightly, though her companion smiled, “But if I'm being honest, I'd like to believe in it. All those Psychic Types seem sure it's real, and they tend to be pretty smart." He took a moment of thought, “I gotta ask actually – can't believe I haven't yet – why are you even interested in a Human? I hear they're excellent fucks yeah, but it's Spring. Don't you want to hang out in the burrow and get slammed full of eggs?"

“Humans aren't like Pokémon." It was an answer which demanded elaboration, “Last year, I mated with so many males, but I didn't care about any of them. It all felt a bit empty. I want more than just sex. I want a proper mate – and I'm probably not going to find that with another Lopunny. I want a Human that's just mine. All intimate and loving and stuff. Someone that- what? Stop giggling, you asshole!"

Cinderace slapped his thigh, stifling his laughter, “Oh, Arceus! You're so precious! Whoever heard of a Lopunny that's looking for a monogamous relationship!? You're a whole race of sluts! I can't believe it! Oh, just wait until you learn about Human marriage! You're going to be adorable!"

“W-well! Fuck you!" Lopunny scowled, “What about you, then!? You hardly mate with anyone at all! You're always running around and kicking rocks! Where's your bunny sex drive!? Why would you possibly want a Human?"

“Humans aren't like Pokémon." He repeated her answer with a rather coy grin, but then gave a small sigh, “When I had a Master, I felt like I had a place. I was his strongest Warrior Pokémon. I kept the peace in the team. I really felt like I was needed. But as a Wild Pokémon…" He leaned back slightly on his stone, “I guess it dawned on me recently that I could fall down a ravine tomorrow, and nobody would really miss me. I'm not needed by anyone. I want to be needed again. I think a good Master can give me that."

Humans might have considered that venting to be something of an overshare, but for a Pokémon there was no such filter. Impulsive and generally shameless, Cinderace hopped to his feet, “It's my own fault for ruining everything with my first Master. I shouldn't have kissed him. I knew he wasn't into Pokémon, or males, but I was sure I could convince him… One stupid mistake, and the next time I was released from my Pokéball, it was by remote in the middle of the forest. If the warren hadn't taken me in, I probably wouldn't have made it."

“Giratina's wrath. That's depressing." Lopunny crossed her arms, “How dare you call me a slut when you fucked up your whole life because you got a little horny for your Human! For such a serious guy, you're far too reckless!"

He shrugged, hiding what remained of that sense of loss behind his retort, “For such a needy girl, you're far too purehearted! Come on! We gotta move!" Cinderace made a beckoning motion, drawing his companion into his wake as he set their course, “If the directions I got from that Typhlosion are right, we'll come out on the far side of a big field, and should be able to see a massive Human nest in the distance. The guy we're after is inside there." He grinned, dispelling a little of the pall that thoughts of his previous Master had brought down on him, “Typhlosion says there's a gathering today. The Pokémon of that Human are answering questions about mating with him. If we cause enough chaos to make a distraction, we can sneak in!"

The gathering in question was somewhat chaotic already. While recovering from his encounter with Salazzle, Olin was staying in Lastwall Mansion, the four members of his team having the run of the grounds and becoming objects of curiosity for the many Pokémon of the estate. Rather than face bombardments of questions at random, Vee and Lady had brought together all of those with queries regarding mating with Humans in something of a forum, lampooning Dusty into helping to keep order. Beneath a bright Spring sun, quite a crowd had gathered, though it was hard to answer properly when most questions were called out all at once.

Eventually the Lycanroc had lost his patience, and after making a series of threats dire enough to reduce an Audino to tears, things had finally begun to settle down. With quite the heaving mass of Pokémon scattered over the stone and wicker furniture of the patio, the session resumed with the next question coming from a Blaziken, “I'm confident in my strength. But I don't know how to attract a Human." The voice was that of a serious Pokémon, “How did you seduce your Master?"

Vee smiled, basking in the morning sun. The light always made her energetic, “I loved Master for a long time before we mated! It's actually because of me that he's part of the Guide Project at all!" She preened hopelessly, “Humans are all a bit different, but they're usually very serious about mating. I had to work really hard to get him used to the idea of sex with Pokémon, and then gathered up my courage to make my move." The Espeon tried to formulate some actionable advice, “First, make sure that your target Human is interested in Pokémon. Then… I think Humans are terrible at picking up on mating signs! Even if you raise your tailfeathers or show yourself off! You need to be even more aggressive! Make sure that there's no way they can get the wrong idea! When you get your chance… pounce on them!"

The Blaziken nodded in thanks, taking the advice to throw themselves at their target Human entirely seriously. Arceus help them. The next question was called out from a nervous sounding Raichu, “I heard Humans can only cum one or two times? That sounds real low. I'm not gonna be satisfied if it's over in just a few minutes…"

This time Lady responded, her kind voice deep and matronly, “Humans do lots of extra work when they mate. Master uses his fingers and his tongue a lot, and he's really good at it! And even though he only cums twice, it takes a super long time for each one of them to happen." She tilted her head slightly, thinking, “It's not like mating with another Pokémon at all. Master is… more focused on making me feel good than making himself feel good. It makes me want to work hard for him, too. I want Master and Vee and Dusty and Lucario to all be happy…"

Dusty gave a slight scowl at the mention of Lucario. He'd been trying to pick a fight with her for a few days now, but she had become rather adept at staying out of his way, her Aura sense always keeping her one step ahead of him. Perhaps if that wave of aggression hadn't taken up his attention, he might have noticed a familiar scent join the collection of Pokémon assembled before them. At the edge of the crowd, Lopunny looked to a grinning Cinderace. He'd already prepared the question that he knew would unleash havoc, “Does your Master prefer mating with male or female Pokémon?"

Jumping up, Dusty immediately responded, “He prefers males."

Vee shouting out, “Obviously, he likes females best!"

And Lady, “Oh, no…"

All three looked at each other, before Dusty took charge, “Of course Master prefers males! Are you fucking stupid!?You dumb whore! I mate with Master all the time, and he's always forceful with me! He can't get enough! Only a male knows what a male wants, and only I can properly satisfy him! I'm the most useful Pokémon of the whole team! The strongest, and the best fuck! Don't get cocky just because I've acknowledged you!"

The Espeon seethed in turn, “Master absolutely is more into females! That's why there are three females on the team and only one male! He's always really loving with me, and really sweet, and when I want more, he knows, and he gives it to me! Master cuddles with me the most and that means that he likes girls better!"

Before Lady could wade in to calm things down, Lopunny caught on and called out a finishing blow, “Which one of you is his favourite?"

Quite the apocalyptic argument ensued, not only amongst the trio of Pokémon at the core of the crowd, but also drawing quite a few of those with their own strong opinions on whether a male or female was best suited to satisfy a Human. It was more than enough for Cinderace to bow low, grab a hold of Lopunny's hand, and pull her past the huddle, through the back door, and into the mansion.

He glanced from side to side, a world of crimson carpet, antique paintings, and oak panelling pressing in around him, “Arceus' grace… I've never seen a Human nest this big… I'm not sure where to go…" But then, be blinked, “It's this way."

“How do you know?" Lopunny pulled her hand from his, looking through the small gap she'd left in the door to see a few Moves launched into the fray of arguing Pokémon, “I can't understand anything in here. It's all wood and metal. And… smells a bit like Meganium?"

“I'm… not sure." He spoke honestly, “I just have a feeling. Instinct? No. I just sort of… know. I don't understand why – but, fuck. We've not got time to figure it out. Follow me before Gardevoir comes!"

“There's a Gardevoir?"

“Yeah, I – how do I know that?" He blinked again, shaking his head, “Come on!" Cinderace took off at full speed, leaving some small scorches on the carpet in his wake. A side stairwell took them up into an access corridor, more doors, more paintings, and then finally, a guest room from which drifted a pair of voices in conversation. It was into this that the two of them tumbled, closing the door behind them quickly, and only then taking stock of the interior.

Sat beside the window was a rather unusual looking man. Tall and thin, androgynous and sharp, he reclined in a grey suit, fingers adjusting the collar of a purple shirt. Mewt surveyed the two bunnies carefully, and then turned to Olin who gave a slight smile, “Oh, I recognise you. Hello again, Lopunny. I, uh – I hope Dusty didn't hurt you back then. Sorry." He bowed his head in apology, his mane of golden hair cascading over his face.

Over the last few days under observation, he had made the guest room his own, with space enough for all of his Pokémon within this small nest. A television for Lady, a pillow beside the window for Vee to sunbathe, a few weights for Dusty, and a folding privacy screen for Lucario. The bed was made, but a little badly, and the two men spoke over a small table, a tea set between them.

The far sterner looking male gave a small sigh. His expression tightened, and a strange sense of power emanated from him. He was certainly a disguised Pokémon, and an absurdly powerful one at that, ensuring that the revelation was an obvious one through this display of presence, “Lopunny and Cinderace. The two of you have caused quite the commotion outside. I hope you are prepared for the consequences…"

There was an air of threat, and after the momentary paralysis of dread had passed, Cinderace stepped forward and put up his fists, raising his leg and casting it in flame, “Shit, looks like this was a bad idea after all. I'll blast him – you go out the window!"

Olin put up his hands, “Woah, wait! There's no need to fight! Please, stop!" The three Pokémon looked to him, “Uh… how about some tea?" He gave a disarming smile, “There's cake, too."

Silence for only a moment before Lopunny bound forward, immediately succumbing to temptation. She didn't quite know what tea was, but even a Wild Pokémon like her had heard about the wonders of cake. A messy mouthful of pastry and cream proved it lived up to every expectation. Mewt provided insight in a flat voice, “The Lopunny is a lifetime Wild Pokémon, and she's chased you for a week now. Rather needy, and quite purehearted. She's a hopeless sex addict, but she wants a Human mate that will take her as his partner exclusively in a way normally antithetical to her kind. It will be difficult to find a male that can keep up with her needs…"

“H-hey!" She sputtered through a mouthful of cake, “What's the big idea? How do you even know all that stuff? Why are you pretending to be a Human? What sort of Pokémon are you?" Quite the series of questions all posed at once, “Why can't I look at you properly?"

The disguised Mewtwo ignored her, “Cinderace is a former Warrior Pokémon, turned wild for two years now. He's serious. Courageous. Competitive. But a little reckless. Quite experienced in leading a team. He's good at settling disputes between Pokémon. He wants-"

“Hey. Don't go reducing my whole life into a paragraph." Cinderace scowled, despite his own summary sounding quite favourable, “There's more to me than that, and there's more to Lopunny, too."

“That was a little mean." Olin nodded in agreement. And then blinked, “Wait… I can understand you? Both of you!?"

“As usual, you are slow to understand." Mewt sipped his tea, “I am translating. When these Pokémon speak, I have the words appear in your mind in their voices just as I would hear them. The time lag of this process is imperceptible to a Human, but possible due to my sublime power. I-“

“That's awesome!" Olin had reached over the table, clasping him by the shoulders, beaming brightly. Excitement was enough for him to sound out his praise loudly, “You're amazing, Mewt!"

The Mewtwo swallowed, his illusory face going rather red to match his real one as he looked away, “Thank you… Master…" He cleared his throat when Olin returned to his chair, “Ahem. I apologise for being so reductionist in my summaries. Additionally, it was not my intention to imply that the consequences to the scuffle you started on the patio be a battle with me."

He placed down his teacup, “You posed an interesting question. Does Master prefer males or females? I have quite the vested interest in finding out the answer – and here are two similar Pokémon, male and female, both here hoping to mate with him. I propose an experiment. I like experiments. You shall take responsibility for starting that fight by competing for his affections."

“Mewt, I told you before. If you want to be male, be male. It's not what's between your legs that makes me like you." He gave a slight shrug, “I can answer right now, I like both the same. No need to compete. And mating with me isn't a prerequisite to being paired up with a good Master, either! Those Psychic Types need to stop spreading that rumour! I'll do my best to help if you're looking for a Human."

Mewtwo shook his head, “I remain curious, Master. I do enjoy experiments very much. And these two still wish to mate with you even with what you have said in mind." He pondered for a moment, “You would do well not to underestimate the power of luck. Mating with you before finding a Master has become something of a charm as far as Psychic Network chatter goes. A great many Pokémon are convinced that mating with you leads to them finding their true love. Though much of this belief is the result of a certain Delphox running his mouth…"

“We can speak for ourselves, you know?" Cinderace crossed his arms, “And we're not here for your amusement, either. Might makes right in the world of Pokémon, but you're Human-owned now. I bet you're a new catch, too. Keep up that arrogant act, and nobody in your group is going to like you. Your Master should discipline you better." He huffed, “Not to come over all cocky myself – but your team is a shambles. It took one line to set the Espeon and Lycanroc at each other's throats as well. Yeah, it's clear they're all besotted with you, but you're pretty shoddy as a Master."

Olin looked to Mewt, worried that he might respond to this with anger, but the idea of 'discipline' seemed to have reduced him to a rather thoughtful stare off into the distance, the thoughts that the word had unleashed taking up most of his considerable processing power. But before he could get a response in, Lopunny spoke, undercutting the serious tone entirely, “Hell yeah! I wanna have a boys versus girls competition! Cinderace doesn't stand a chance against me! He may be pretty sporty, but he hardly mates at all!" She grabbed his hands, her eyes shining, “Come on! It sounds like fun!"

“I'm not against the act, just the principle. After all of the buildup, this Human is surprisingly lacking…"

“You're right." The large man placed a hand behind his head, “I'm doing my best, but I know that I have a long way to go as a Master. Vee still gets anxious sometimes. Dusty is so frantic every time he fights, but he keeps jumping back into the arena. Lady looks sad when she watches some of her Contest shows lately and I don't know why. And I'm so lost with Lucario." He gave a slight smile, “Maybe Mewt does need a little more discipline. But given that reaction, I think he'd probably enjoy it."

“Good. Then I've made my point." Cinderace tapped his foot against the carpet, “I want to be needed. And you clearly need me. I've got a proposition of my own: Make me your Pokémon." Olin blinked, and the bunny continued, “For all of these Pokémon to be so attached to you, you must be a good person, even if you are a poor Master. You're open to mating with me. And if you were able to get your team in order by yourself, then you would have done it already, so I have a purpose. You tick pretty much all of my boxes. As a Master, you're a perfect fit for me."

“W-woah! That's a bit sudden!" Though on reflection, it always seemed to be that way. Pokémon were impulsive creatures, quick to make up their minds and commit, “My apartment is tiny, I don't have enough space!"

“Make it work." Cinderace demanded, just as direct as he would be with a fellow Pokémon, “You need money? Get money. There should be a Spring Tournament at your Pokémon Gym. Enter it and win. I can fight, the Lycanroc looked like he can too. You only need one more Warrior Pokémon for a battle team."

Olin looked to Mewt for help, but the powerful Pokémon was still staring out of the window, the small fragments of their psychic voice a spiralling mess of errant thoughts concerning precisely what being disciplined by his Master might look like. The determined bunny stepped up to him, only able to match his eye level by Olin being seated, “Make me your Pokémon. Win the Spring Tournament. Get a bigger nest. And I'll help you whip your team into shape. So long as this guy can translate, I'll whip you into shape, too! What do you think? Do I get to say, 'Thank you, Master' after I suck you off, or not?"

“That's playing dirty!" Lopunny complained, “You're clearly doing this just to get an edge in our competition! You lousy cheater!" She gave a mighty harrumph, “I'm still gonna win, you know!? I'm way better at lewd stuff than you!"

The large Human looked into those orange-red eyes to find determination staring back at him. It wasn't something that he could oppose. Cinderace was right – Olin needed help. But also, “You're a pretty impressive guy. If you just wanted to be needed, then you could be a Warrior Pokémon for anyone. But you really want to help, don't you? Giratina's wrath. I must look real pitiful if you're worried about me right after we meet." He half-smiled, a little self-depreciating, “Okay. I'll be relying on you from here on out. And… thank you. You're a good Pokémon."

“You're welcome, Master." He gave a slight huff, “Arceus, it feels so strange talking with a Human! Now put me in a Pokéball already! I've been washing in streams for the last two years, and I can barely remember what it feels like to be properly clean! Oh, fuck – I can't wait to be able to use a shower again. I didn't realise how much I missed all these Human conveniences until I stepped into this nest!"

“I don't have a-“ Olin only got that far before Mewt rolled a Pokéball across the table to him, the sphere navigating around their teacups and cake tray by means of his psychic power, “Why do you have this?"

“Because I knew about these two the moment that they stepped onto the grounds of Lastwall Estate yesterday evening." His reverie into fantasy finally concluded, Mewt placed his fingertips together. To the pair of bunnies he appeared to be a Human, but his true self was always revealed to Olin, and the Mewtwo looked to be quite calculating, “I anticipated this possibility and prepared for it. The Cinderace is an ideal candidate for your team. After I determined that, I acquired a Pokéball to be ready should this chance arise."

Mewt had always believed that if he read a mind in its entirety, then there could be no possible thought that it could ever produce that he would be unable to anticipate. And yet, the idea of contest had been presented now that he had been unable to foresee. Had he misread Cinderace? Or was he simply wrong from the start? More experimentation was required, and the idea of that excited him, “His plan for you to enter the Spring Tournament is also quite sound. Forging him, Lucario, and Lycanroc into a battle team would be an excellent chance for you to sharpen your skills as a Master. I think that the experience would be good for you."

Olin took up the Pokéball, “I don't know if that's thoughtful or manipulative. Maybe you do need to be disciplined after all." The smirk that Mewtwo retorted with made him feel like he was playing into the hands of this Pokémon all over again. How could he win against that? Did he even want to? He tapped the sphere against Cinderace to complete the capture, registering him to the ball, and then immediately released his newest partner, “Ah, a nickname. I hope you don't mind simple… Ace?"

“Sounds good to me, Master!" He gave Mewt a slight scowl, “Whatever this guy set up, I still chose you. You still chose me. I've got a good feeling about you – yeah, it's reckless, but I always trust my instincts. My gut said to jump, so I jumped. And now… well, whatever this contest of affections is, I'll be winning it."

Lopunny bounced cheerfully, “Well, good for you for getting yourself a Master! But I'm not gonna go easy on you! Psychic guy! What're the rules!?" The two bunnies stepped back, quite receptive to the idea of his contest. Olin was no longer surprised, Pokémon pursued their desires freely, and having pursued him this far in the hopes of mating with him, they were hardly going to back down now. He'd grown used to being propositioned on the spot, and couldn't exactly say that he disliked the frequent sex he'd been indulging in.

Mewt pulled himself to his feet, “Seduction. Foreplay. Sex. These are the three categories in which I shall assess you." Another tool prepared in advance, he unlocked his tablet, “I will record footage for the Guide Project." And personal use, but he was hardly going to reveal that, “I'll also be carefully watching my Master. Because if I do not determine the winner then-“

“He'll say some Tauros shit like 'you're both winners'." Cinderace cut in, rounding on Olin, “Yeah, I know the type. You think you're being kind, but that answer just pisses everyone off! The winner is denied glory, and the loser can't reflect and get better! This is why your team is such a mess!" Pokémon may be subservient to their Masters, but Ace began his relationship by telling his off, “Arceus' cock. I can tell I'm going to have my work cut out coaching this time. You'd better be worth it!"

Olin leaned back in his chair, wincing strongly. They were right. He was worried already about hurting someone's feelings, and had been trying to figure out some way of making this competition a tie from the moment that it had been pitched. He closed his eyes and reflected for a moment. Maybe he was a little too placid after all. It was natural for him to lean into his instinct and immerse himself in his dominant side when he mated, but in his day-to-day life… he tended to just go with the flow. Maybe he should show some initiative…

He took a deep breath and put on his game face, repeating, “Seduction. Foreplay. Sex." Olin stood, the two-metre giant towering over the pair of bunnies, “Sit back down, Mewt. Leave this to me – I just need the notes. Lopunny, you're up first."

With a smile, the Mewtwo returned to his chair, “Mind the ears, Master. Handle them roughly and she'll kick by instinct, and that may be lethal to a Human. The ears are, however, quite the erogenous zone – so explore them gently if you will. The claws are small, but very sharp, so do take care. Aside from this, the main problematic aspect of Lopunny is the insatiable sex drive. After becoming sufficiently aroused, she will not be able to stop until she is finished. You must be prepared to deal with this."

The Rabbit Pokémon bounded forward to stop in front of him as Olin nodded his thanks to his companion for the useful information. She wasn't much more than half of his height, and that was taking into account the upwards section of her large fluffy ears. Dark brown in fur, with creamy fuzz at the wrists, feet, brows, and ears, she looked up with pink eyes slightly misty with the beginnings of arousal already. Cute Charm was an Ability which also worked on Humans, it seemed. Or perhaps that was just an excuse for the man to let infatuation wash over him.

Olin reached down to carefully take her by the waist, but as soon as he lifted up the Pokémon, she wrapped her legs around his midriff to more comfortably distribute her weight, one small hand finding his shoulder for additional support, and the other grabbing his wrist and bringing his palm into the fur of her chest. Lopunny was quite good at taking initiative herself, and she displayed a feature unique to the more mammalian members of the Human-like Egg Group. Breasts.

“I hear Humans really like these." She happily proclaimed, proven quite right as Olin assessed the soft weight in his hand. Small, certainly. Flat enough to be concealed by the fur of her chest and posture of her body. But as any man would likely say – all breasts are fucking fantastic, enormous or tiny. His fingertips brushed aside the fluffy barrier to reveal a dark nipple not unlike a Human in form, and he pinched it between his fingers to test the sensation and elasticity of it, the peaks of this erotic Pokémon already stiffened before he had even touched them.

As shameless in his wants as a Pokémon, Olin groped her lewdly, delighted at the feminine squeak that a slightly rougher fondling drew from Lopunny. Her crotch was grinding against his belly needily, and he could already feel some wetness on his shirt, the scent of female need already heavy upon the air. Mewt certainly wasn't kidding about that sex drive. The softness beneath his land yielded nicely to the touch, enough to fill a palm and textured wonderfully by the soft fur that covered it to provide a very different feel to a Human woman – or the venom sacs of Nidoqueen.

In seduction, she was wanton in her pleasure, presenting her chest to rile up her chosen male, while making her own need clear through the squeeze of her legs around him and the grind of a wet crotch against his abdomen. With Mewt's words in mind, he eventually released her chest (with some regret), allowing his hand to glide up her side, around the neck, and upwards to an overlarge ear. There was quite the amount of weight here, and his touch was met with an immediate twitch. Extremely sensitive, coated in fine fur, with a light pink and very warm inner, the feel was like the most exquisite velvet, unlike anything that Olin had ever touched before.

Ensuring that he was delicate, he slowly drew his fingertips downwards, trailing along carefully groomed and maintained fur. Lopunny was no longer moving. In fact, it was hard to tell if she was even breathing. But Olin continued the stroking motion until he reached the fluffy cream base of the ear, supporting a body which now sagged against him with his free arm. Her back arched slightly, the wetness against his shirt intensifying, Lopunny wearing an expression of sheer bliss as he tended to this unique erogenous zone.

Well, he may need one arm to support the weight of her upper body, and another to tend to her long ears, but there was still more that he could do! The arching of her back presented her chest to him, and he leaned down to drape his tongue over the fur. Her scent was like dust, but beneath that was a pleasant heat, his tongue finding that dusky nipple and drawing it into his mouth. Arceus' grace. He'd missed breasts. The Guide Project and his own mates had made quite the Poképhile of him, but this was one feature that he'd been yearning after for quite a while.

An errant thought made his nose twitch. Gardevoir had these as well, hidden beneath her psychic interference much like Lopunny concealed hers with fur. How would they compare? He was quite sure that he would never find out, and his jealousy towards the person that would was overwhelming.

Alas, it was bad manners to think of the chest of another woman when you've a Lopunny in your lap already. No longer frozen, she now gasped sweetly, her body twitching involuntarily every time his fingers draped over the higher parts of the pink inner of her ears, those stiff peaks of her breasts becoming like iron as he made sport of them. Her hand had found the back of his head, small fingers twisting into his hair as she encouraged him. Olin had expected her to be screaming out some debauchery, but her seduction was voiced instead in the sweetness of her moans and the need of her grinding hips.

Her claws nicked him, but he found that he didn't care. A ruined shirt and a little blood would be small price to pay for the velvety smooth pleasure of her touch, and the affirmation of her sloppy crotch. He didn't dare look down. Olin was sure if he took proper notice of the pussy making such a mess of his shirt, he would probably abandon this contest entirely to press Lopunny against the wall and fuck her until he was spent there and then. His cock was hard against his jeans, painful under the restrictions of his belt. Those Salazzle pheromones may have long since worn off, but she had left him with more sexual stamina and a lasting libido. An aroused Lopunny would demand to go until she was spent? These days, he felt the same.

Her ankles had crossed at the small of his back, and now they squeezed hard, the strength of them sufficient for Olin to exhale a small snarl as she pressed herself against him and found her climax. Nothing but proximity, gentle caresses, and the rough fabric of his cheap shirt, the easily pleased slut of a Lopunny increased the size of that wet patch significantly in a juicy orgasm. It was only after her body relaxed that he returned the lagomorph to her feet.

She stepped back, pausing for a moment, before tottering a few paces more until her back found the wall, her body sliding down it into a seated posture, her legs spreading wide, and her fingers displaying the pink spread of a Human-like pussy surrounded by fine fur. The outer lips were the same dusky shade as her nipples, her small digits immediately probing that wet cunt as she began to masturbate shamelessly before him. It was a seduction which might have proved irresistible had Cinderace not stepped forward for his turn.

“Master…" He held up his arms, expectant of the same lift into his lap, and after swallowing hard, Olin took his newest Pokémon by the waist in precisely the same way. Just as with Lopunny, their ankles crossed at the small of his back, but Cinderace guided Olin's hands down to hold his thighs before reaching up to hold onto the large Human's shoulders. Their white fur was made pristine by the cleansing effect of the Pokéball, the crimson shorts-like thickness of their lower body plush to the touch, and much more upright ears flicking neatly.

Mewt elucidated, “The bottom of the feet are the most dangerous part. Be sure not to be making contact with them at moments of pleasure or you might get burnt involuntarily. The claws aren't as significant, but the legs are very powerful, so be careful of getting crushed. Cinderace have a bit of a tendency to show off, so it can be problematic if you don't keep them on a tight leash." He flicked through the information on his tablet, rifling through pages on the internet much as Krieg would when providing advice, “Thighs are the weak point. That's why he's put your hands there."

There was a small hardness pressed against Olin's stomach, the arousal of the other bunny having peaked while watching him tend to the female, but he was more interested in the feeling of their upper legs against his hands. That plush fur was fantastic, a very different sort of softness to Lopunny's ears. This was like sponge, thick and gradual in the yield, and beneath was found strong corded muscle. Olin soon found each of his hands to be resting against the cheek of a perfectly toned ass, the flick of their small tail making the muscles flex.

Not too hard, and with a softness that was more than just the fur as well, there was a slight gasp into his neck when he groped Ace just as shamelessly as his predecessor. The musk of a submissive male cut through the deep scent of Lopunny's arousal, the whimpering and twitching want of a Cinderace yearning for surrender. Teasingly, Olin toyed with their small tail for a few moments, “Master… I need…"

Their upcast eyes were shining with want, and this was a hint that not even Olin could miss. He leaned down and captured a small muzzle into a kiss. It lasted for only a few moments before he pulled away, clumsy in the execution as the smaller male clipped his lip with his incisors. But then, “Mmph!" Ace darted forwards, wrapping his arms around his Master's neck to drag him again into that expression of lust and affection.

There were few Pokémon that Olin could really kiss properly – for some muzzles were long and unsuitable for such a thing, some too broad, and some simply too alien. Ace was the first perfect fit, and enthusiasm quickly made their joining of lips an erotic and needy melding of pleasures. A small tongue was thrust into his mouth, the roaming appendage tasting as sweet as a berry, permitted only some moments of freedom before the Human overpowered them with a broader dominance to lap at the inside of their maw. There was a heat here, the warmth of a Fire Type, but nowhere near as severe as Arcanine or others of that typing.

Ace melted into the kiss, his eyes squeezed shut tightly, his fingers twisting into the ruined shirt of his Master as his small claws further tore what Lopunny had already shredded. Those hands at his thighs squeezed tightly, drawing apart to lewdly display his undertail to his masturbating companion and the strange Psychic Type Pokémon that was filming them. The sound of a picture being taken clicked. A still image of this moment of surrender for Mewt to enjoy later.

The feeling of cool air passing over his undertail, the press of his small cock into the warm wetness of a shirt drenched in female need, the crushing dominance of a kiss that his Master was using to control him completely. It was enough for him to whine softly, the slitted nostrils of his minute nose flaring, his expression screwing up, and a throaty moan devoured by Olin to herald a submissive orgasm. Much more disciplined, despite the superior strength, his legs did not squeeze as tightly around the Human, he finally broke their joined lips, leaning back and dragging at his shoulders to present his climax as their swinging weight forced the man to look down.

His cock was tiny, half the size even of Dusty, a tapered spire which curved upwards and twitched to dispense a pathetic load of pearlescent submission that only reached so far as his waistline. His hips bucked upwards, and then lowered to grind against the hardness in Olin's jeans, the lascivious Pokémon a more tender enticement – if rather amateurish. He untangled himself dropping to the floor and stepping back to collapse alongside Lopunny. Ace rolled instead onto his front, flicking his small tail high and slowly moving his hips from side to side. With his fingers he parted the thick for of his almost-shorts to reveal a small pair of orbs beneath that tiny cock, the spread of his legs showing off a needy undertail.

Olin opened his mouth, but Mewt was there first, “Lopunny wins on Seduction." The lack of reaction from the two Pokémon made clear that these telepathically spoken words were only for him, “The sight of Cinderace's surrender may have been highly erotic, but if you didn't look at Lopunny when she wet your chest. Why? Because if you did, you wouldn't have been able to resist her. It's a female victory."

Well, there wasn't much that he could say to refute that. Mewt may have promised to stay out of his mind, but the amount of time that he had spent on Lopunny's chest far exceeded his kiss with Cinderace – and his assumption was quite correct as well. Though, now with two needy bunnies before him, a male with his tail wagging in the air, and a female that thrust her hips upwards, he found himself quite the difficult choice to make concerning who was going to be first.

He swallowed. Lopunny looked quite absorbed in her masturbation, eyes half-lidded and fingers shlicking lewdly. He may have just finished with Ace, but Olin felt himself drawn to continuing with them first. The Human advanced on the smaller male, dropping down into a seated posture before him and returning his hands to their thick thighs to further present the tight pinkness of their undertail to himself. Olin sat cross-legged, and rather than lean forwards, he instead shifted his grip, grabbed Cinderace by his midriff, and dragged him upwards until his head was down in his crotch and his undertail was bared before his eyes. The submissive male supported himself by scrabbling at their Master's knees, while Olin draped his tongue over that alluring opening.

If pressed, Cinderace would have admitted that this was something he was hoping for, a pleasure that was vanishingly rare amongst Wild Pokémon. It was the reason that he had been so eager to use the cleansing function of a Pokéball, and he was quite pleased that Olin was perceptive enough to take the hint and also open to this sort of service. It wasn't until some time later that he'd learn that his Master had been entirely oblivious and just loved eating ass.

Regardless, his lower body twitched, blood rushing to his head as his thighs were seized and a tongue passed over his undertail. His light weight was handled deftly by the muscular Human, his body presented to him as he was folded over against them, tail high and flickering. The white fluff of it tickled Olin's forehead as he slowly moved his face back and forth, long licks beginning at the small orbs of the needy Fire Type, dragged upwards to the base of that cute little tuft.

Ace panted, his cheeks flushed, every draw of the tongue invoking a gasp. Pokémon were generally quite sensitive to pleasure, and he was no different – though the low frequency with which he mated had perhaps rendered him a little more needy than usual. Before his eyes was the bulge of Olin's jeans, an enormity beyond anything that he could have imagined ever seeing in the warren, even amongst the larger cocks of the more dedicated breeding males. He couldn't look away from it, his imagination rampant. How would that even fit inside of him? Would his Master still take his advice seriously if he'd seen him fucked into a broken submissive?

Instinct told him that surrender was inevitable. He'd already creamed his chest from a kiss, and the tongue now forcing itself inside of him was soon going to make him cum a second time any moment now. But what surprised him the most was precisely how much he enjoyed the intimacy of those strong arms holding him down. Maybe Lopunny had gotten into his head a little with her fantasies of a more Human relationship, but the idea of it certainly wasn't bad. Would his Master treat him as a lover? Would he be able to sit in his lap, face to face, that enormous cock deep inside him, and his tiny rabbit maleness forced to cum over and over from nothing but a string of intense kisses and forceful caresses?

It was hard to think straight when the white haze of orgasm sublimated his consciousness, his climax thundering through him not merely by the pleasure of their tongue, but the promise of that imagined future. He recognised in himself the Pokémon instinct for submission to Humans, and through sex he knew that he was being tamed, made subservient by the dominant pleasure of a grander masculinity. This male was going to fuck him until he was a good boy-wife, a loving and dedicated mate, eager to serve – just as bound to him as the other Pokémon of his team.

Ace resolved to make his relationship with Olin the most wholesome of the lot.

Though, it was tough to resolve anything when the eager tongue of a dominant male had battered his undertail into such yielding submission already, that the hands spreading his thighs had rendered enough of his insides accessible for his Master to flicker that writhing appendage against his bitch button, “Oh, Arceus! Master! Master! Master!" He sang out the word, his face screwed up in pleasure, his eyes glazed with moist arousal. What was wrong with him? He'd not even taken cock yet – a mere kiss and a forceful licking and he was imagining a future like that? The sort of wholesome lovey-dovey nonsense that he'd poked fun at Lopunny for? What kind of easy submissive male was he!?

Hard to think straight. Hard to make a resolution. And hard as well to be indignant when cumming your brains out over your Master's lap while he eats out your undertail. Another snapping of a camera app clicked in the background, Mewt adding more pictures to his private stash. Olin had found that spot of pleasure inside the smaller male and intensified his efforts, seeming to be quite determined to bring Cinderace to a point of complete ruin before even fucking him. His tiny cock drooled a line of liquid submission, his voice taking on a feminine edge as his moans increased in volume to become the shameless wailing of male surrender.

“Master!" There was so much that he wanted to say, but for some reason only that word could be called from his lips. His small orbs pulled tight to his body and the untouched spire of his curved bunny cock twitched out another meagre load. Bliss had overwhelmed his mind, the surrendering pleasure of being comfortably owned. He wanted to be needed. He wanted to belong. Instinct told him that this Human would give him that. So… why not be that easy submissive male? He was a Pokémon, shameless in his wants. He chose Olin. And in this shuddering bitchgasm, he bound himself to his Master completely.

On some level, Olin was conscious of that moment of surrender, the weight of his Cinderace collapsing against him as their most intense orgasm yet had the submissive male lose what strength helped to support them. He tipped them forwards and onto their back, free of him at last to lie there panting, his spent cock still hard despite the emptiness of their tiny orbs. The man reached down to the small pink cock, gathering a little of the meagre amount of cum that they could produce on the end of his finger as just the touch of him made the bunny whine and twitch. He brought it to his mouth and tasted them.

The familiar heat and spice of a Fire Type assailed his tongue, but there was more to it as well. Different to the underlying musk of Arcanine, here was a slight sweetness instead, not quite the tarte of Scolipede, but perhaps evidence of a diet of lighter vegetation. It was distinctly Ace, and the Human possessiveness at the heart of that Arceus-given instinct to dominate revelled in the fact that it was his. This Pokémon belonged to Olin. His to own. His to Master.

His to make happy.

But first there was a contest to settle, and Lopunny gave him no time to ready himself before she pounced into his lap, that period of masturbation awakening a deeper need in her, “My turn!" She demanded her pleasure, pressing herself into his chest and making a mess of her fur by embracing him against the shirt so ruined by both her quite copious fluids and just about every ounce of cum that Cinderace had in him to give. A quick reconfiguring of her body placed the Lopunny onto her back, Olin grasping at the backs of her knees as he pushed them back to project her hips upwards, a desperately wet pussy drenched with want before his eyes.

She used her fingers to spread the dusky outer lips, revealing pink insides thick with femcum, her scent intensifying strongly into the musk of female arousal. If Cinderace's smell of male submission was as sharp as a blade, this was more like the ocean, deep and overwhelming, as alluring as Salazzle pheromones. Olin leaned in close, a tentative lick parting her folds and now the flavour of a Normal Type his to assess.

Not too dissimilar to a Human, just as Linoone had been. But there was a strange moreishness to the flavour of Lopunny cunt, a depth which drew him in more than it had the other Pokémon. No wonder these bunnies were mating all the time when the taste of this pussy was good enough for him to want to eat it for the rest of the day. He swallowed. That said, he'd quite enjoyed Cinderace's undertail as well – and that submissive male deserved to have his cock sucked dry, too. Every inch of him belonged to Olin, so why shouldn't he enjoy all of them?

But now was Lopunny's turn. And this time she was a lot more vocal, “Fuck – Giratina's clit – eat my bunny cunt, Human!" He'd a lot more tongue to give, and as Pokémon tended to focus on their own pleasure first, this sort of foreplay was generally rare for them. Her juices were quite thin, yet ran in large quantities, enough to quickly make his beard into a sodden mess. There was a certain glory to facial hair inundated with femcum, and it drove Olin into grander efforts of cunnilingus.

For such an erotic Pokémon, the clit was rather small, a tiny pearl beneath a hood so little that her pleasure was bared constantly to the world. He draped his tongue over it, the spread of her fingers heightening his level of access further, and a long drag applied wet and heavy pressure. Lopunny bucked upwards immediately. Perhaps if she had not been placed into such an impotent posture from the start, that might have been an involuntary kick. Her moan was an unashamed and throaty exhalation of pleasure, her small pawtoes curling.

This was a well-used pussy of a few mating seasons now, but lagomorph cock was generally comparable in size to Human tongue if Cinderace was anything to go by – and Olin had much more flexibility and technique here than any bucking bunny. Her hands pulled back to grope at her own chest while he worked, suckling at the dusky lips of quite a tidy cunt. There was no excess of skin, the presentation of this genitalia close to an idealised Human perfection, made intriguing by the downy chocolate fur which surrounded it.

The forceful bend of her body was sufficient for Olin to turn ravenous at this exposed cunt, his suckling increasing in intensity, the battery of his tongue against her clit a ruinous flickering and heavy pressure, and the delving of her depths a sloppy mess of femcum. Lopunny spasmed in another climax, yet was unable to marshal her strength inside this pin, power far superior to a Human quashed before it could be brought to bear, “Ah! Arceus! More! I'm-!"

Olin hardly needed to be told. Lopunny was a squirter, her pleasure a wet mess of fluids, half of which he drank down with glee, and the rest he left to make a sopping mess of beard and fur. The scent was hypnotic, the taste addicting, and her reactions gradually becoming more desperately whorish as his pin denied agency and his tongue began to ply itself more thoroughly to the spots of pleasure that he was learning. Deep and filling brought the best reaction, and his idle thoughts had him imagine just how terrific the battery of a Human cock would be against such a low threshold for pleasure. This bunny was an easy to please slut – and with such a high libido and so much sexual stamina, that was quite a good thing.

He lost track of time, his jaw aching already from the exhaustive efforts that he had made with Cinderace, his pride prevented him from abandoning his task before Lopunny was brought to a similar state of ruin. Her moans were a stream of profanities, babbled nonsense and cries for more. The fur of her crotch was a wet mess of femcum and saliva, the sodden fur a much darker shade as thighs turned from chocolate to oak in colour. Every orgasm drew out more fluids from a bottomless well of vitality, her pussy squeezing down on his tongue, body twitching, breath catching. It wasn't until her body finally sagged from the effort of being forced into a half-crunch for so long that Olin finally let up, drawing back to survey his second broken bunny.

As soon as she was released, Lopunny resumed her masturbation. Despite the glazed look in her eyes and the exhausted panting defeat, she remained in need of higher pleasures, “Arceus – that Lopunny sex drive is intense…" He'd little doubt that as soon as she had recovered she would pounce atop him and demand more, but there was more to be determined in this contest of foreplay yet. Perhaps it was a little reductionist to bring his favourite part of sex down to nothing but oral, but it probably made things a little more fair at least. Olin pulled himself to his feet, tearing away what remained of his shredded shirt and stepping from his jeans. He sat at the end of the bed, parting his knees and displaying the heft of a superior Human cock.

In another world, the man would have been called Nordic in appearance. Pale skinned with golden hair and beard, a two-metre giant sporting the toned muscles of a lifetime of effort. He might have looked quite intimidating, if not for kind blue eyes, and the general sense that there wasn't much going on behind them. What was intimidating was the cock that matched his frame, very large for a Human, and beyond obscene for a Pokémon, a pillar of overwhelming masculinity crowned with a single bead of precum. He didn't even get a word out before the two bunnies knelt before him.

Cinderace was quickest, having had longer to recover. He moaned erotically as he licked that bead of precum from the head of that superior Human cock before parting his lips about it to suckle on the top third of the length. The male made no move to bob his head or apply any grander pleasure, and seemed content for now to ply only the lapping force of his tongue and suckling pressure of his cheeks. Lopunny was more creative in her designs, her nose twitching as she took in the scent of a dominant male, she pressed against his orbs, reverent in kissing worship of what was throbbing up a load destined for her needy cunt.

The man leaned back to let them work, finally able to indulge his own pleasure after so long playing this contest game of seduction and foreplay. Cinderace was quite unpractised, but made up for it in spirit – while Lopunny had the experience of a well-trained whore and was enticing in every stroke of her tongue and press of her lips. She moved upwards, batting the submissive male away in order to take his place at the top of his shaft, a downwards motion of her head driving more than half of his length into her throat, two more bobs taking him to the hilt. She cast her eyes upwards, conscious of her submission.

How was it possible for her to know how to deepthroat a large Human cock when the grandest offerings she had ever enjoyed were comparable in size to Cinderace? Either she was a natural, or had spent some time in the last week of Human pursuit in practice. As Lopunny pulled up, a second bunny mouth fought her at the tip, and with a wag of her small tail she joined her lips with those of Cinderace around the head of Olin's cock, her small hand taking his to place it on the shaft as the two of them stroked him together.

That was quite enough for Olin. With a snarling gasp of pleasure, his orgasm arrived in tremendous force, a deeply satisfying pleasure which had only intensified over the course of these Pokémon encounters. The two bunnies pulled back, mouths open to catch his essence, though the majority of his seed painted their faces and large ears. He leaned back, catching his breath while they licked each other clean, grooming his cum from fine fur, and then lapping up what remained from his cock.

“Cinderace wins." Another private psychic revelation from Mewt, and one which surprised Olin enough for his confusion to show on his face, “Yes, Lopunny is superior when it comes to tending to your pleasure. But that is not the part that you enjoy most. You like to administer foreplay more than receive it – and you looked to enjoy making sport of Cinderace's undertail a small amount more than eating out Lopunny's pussy. A male victory. Which means that sex will decide this."

Olin didn't get to decide who went first this time. He'd only a moment of reprieve from the heights of pleasure before Lopunny hopped onto the bed, taking a seat on his abdomen as what remained of the aftermath of his orgasm was soaked up by the fluffy fur of her waggling tail. Arousal had made her breasts more stark against the fur of her chest, the dusky nipples able to be glimpsed despite the floof which normally concealed them. Her cunt was a sodden mess against his belly, and as her paws landed on his chest and she lifted herself up, strings of femcum linked his skin to her needy cunt.

Well, he certainly wasn't going to deny her. Olin pointed his cock upwards, a reassuring hand on her upper thigh providing some guidance as he allowed the bunny to set the pace of her own penetration, “Fuck – Arceus – you're too big! You're too big, but I need it!" She slipped back and forth against the head of his length, finding her angle on a broader cock which lacked the tapered point of a lagomorph male, “I need – I – fuck!"

Experience had shown that Pokémon of all varieties were generally quite receptive to cock. Male or female, little Normal Types to enormous Dragon Types, humanoid or quadrupedal, there was a high degree of compatibility not only across species but with Humans specifically. For creatures that were unable to breed with each other, Arceus had certainly made them with a high degree of affinity for one another! Human dominance had Olin's fingers flex against the soft fur of that wet thigh, and Pokémon submission demanded that Lopunny take a deep breath and begin to impale herself on the cock she'd been craving since she'd watched him fuck Linoone from inside that Lycanroc's headlock.

Her pussy stretched lewdly, not quite as tight as Vee, but more than enough for her legs to quiver as the effort of being on top took its toll. Her long ears swayed as she rocked back and forth, the first few inches sinking into her small body. Warm and wet, her femcum was already leaking down Olin's shaft, the man taking a stronger grip of her thigh as the force against his cock became near painful. It was more than she had ever taken before, and his suspicion that she was partial to larger insertions was confirmed when she looked down to see a small bulge at her abdomen and came hard at the sight of it.

The loss of control of her legs had her collapse in his lap, taking his length to the hilt and drawing a gasp of pained pleasure from both of them, “Fuck! I – I can't – too big! Hurts! Arceus – it hurts! But it's so fucking good!" She bounced between sweet and whorish, “I love Human cock! I'm so happy! Ah – it hurts! M-more!"

Her internal muscles had seized around his length, squeezing with such force that there was more pain than pleasure – but moment by moment, the bunny was acclimatising to his length, and after a time she relaxed into a gentle pleasure. Lopunny leaned back slightly, placing her hands atop his knees for purchase, her position above the larger male allowing the upwards shift of her hips to almost clear his cock, before a gyrating descent filled her cunt with such mindnumbing pleasure.

There was no comparison against a small lagomorph cock, a queue of quickshot males that would need to combine their efforts to satisfy her. The mass alone was fucking the stamina out of her, the pained pleasure of an overlarge cock which pressed against the fortress of her womb when driven to the hilt. Her eyes closed. From another position she could probably be wombfucked into ruined submission. No. That was a pleasure that she would save for her future Master, her final sanctum for him alone to claim.

Not that she wouldn't settle for it pumped full of Human essence now!

Another twitch of her inner muscles had Olin screw up his face in raw pleasure. It was here that Lopunny realised what she could do. She grinned, settling down with his maleness hilted deep, and after a moment of focus she cratered her abdomen, flexing her insides to squeeze at his length in an undulating ripple of pleasure. Another groan from the man encouraged her to lean back further, a twitch of her thighs and clench of her insides another stroke of pleasure.

The sensation of fullness was addicting, for more pleasurable than the rapid thrusts of any bunny. In fact, the satisfaction was probably greater than bouncing on this great spire of Human meat as well. She moved her hips in small circles, dragging at his maleness without ever rising from it, the expert control of her inner muscles an undulating pleasure for them both. For Olin it was a pleasure unlike any other that he had experienced. His eyes were drawn to the slight sway of those small breasts and the lewd bulge at her abdomen as she milked his cock with all of the lascivious want that one would expect of a Lopunny slut.

Her eyes were closed in focus, her muscles tensed as this motion drained her sexual stamina in a very different way to just riding cock. Orgasm robbed her of her senses and she bucked thrice before regaining control as a wet mess of femcum leaked into Olin's crotch. Her hands drifted closed to her back, small claws sinking into the man's thighs and drawing blood. Though, he didn't seem to care. Pride flooded the heart of the sex-addicted Lopunny. Yes. This is what she was for. A pleasure that belonged to Humans – not to be held down and fucked into submission, but to show her surrender though worship with her body. Why should a dominant male have to marshal his strength to fuck her when if he was worthy, she should be the one to yield to him? With her grasping cunt she showed her reverence, with the grind of her hips and flexing of her abdominals she venerated the cock she had earned.

Each motion sapped her stamina, but she could not stop. However much she may be acting in veneration of superior Human cock, she remained a Pokémon focused upon her own wants, hedonistic and impulsive in her desires. She shuffled her hips with a growing intensity, “Fuck – I want to cum myself stupid! No thoughts! Only cock! I'll be a perfect Human-owned slut! My whore pussy is just for Human cock! Give me your cum! I need it deep! Fuck me!" Lopunny collapsed forward, her claws red as they were placed now on his chest, “Mine! Fuck! I fucking need it!"

If not for the excessive foreplay preceding this, the bunny probably would have ridden Olin until he was entirely spent, but a series of orgasms and the intensity of inner muscle control had reduced Lopunny to a ruined slut already. The pressure was too much, the stretch of a large cock that now scraped against her cervix in a final kiss before with a snarling gasp Olin seized her hips and came hard and deep. Each thick creamy rope of vulgar Human seed was forced into her receptive womb, her body falling forward over him as the seal of his maleness plugged her tight for his cum to flow into her core. What brought her to the brink of fainting in his arms was not the pleasure of his cock, nor the satisfaction of a womb filled with cum. Olin bit her ear.

She screamed, spasming hard as she saw stars, furious in orgasm with an involuntary buck which brought her clear of his cock, a well-creamed cunt gaped wide and dripping with essence. But by the time he had placed her aside, she was already masturbating again, stirring up her messy pussy with her fingers and licking his seed from them. Olin gulped. She wasn't done. He'd one more load to give to Cinderace and then… she really was going to ride him until his cock was crushed to dust.

Desire sublimated any further worry. Another round of pleasure with Lopunny was a bridge that he would cross when he came to it. Right now, he had Cinderace to tend to, his newest Pokémon beckoning him into a seated posture and crawling into his lap. The position was quite intimate, though when the submissive male had responded so well to kissing, perhaps he should have expected it. The bunny set his knees outside Olin's thighs, taking a position face to face in his lap, his minute cock pressed against the enormity of the Human in a physical display of submission to a greater masculinity.

His eyes were cast upwards, that orange-red look misty with arousal. His mouth hung open slightly, panting with a need that he was unable to hide, he reached up the same way that he had when hoping to be lifted, open with his desire to embrace. Cute. Far too cute. Cinderace may have been quite forceful with his expectations for a Master at the start, but his sexual surrender was profoundly intimate. This was something special as well, the kindling of the passionate flame of a Fire Type, a need like an inferno which demanded to be fed, but also gentle and warm against him. The body of the Pokémon was heating up, especially their legs, the feet outside Olin's thighs projecting a few small embers as Ace fought to get his feelings under control.

The needy bunny buried his face into Olin's neck as he was embraced, inhaling his masculine scent, kissing the sweat from his clavicle and whimpering as his small hands pressed into his chest. The sense of submission was palpable, the large Human containing him with his arms, his small body surrendered as his possession. Whatever his intent was for whipping this man and his team into shape, Olin remained the Master – and now came an affirmation of his position as well, “I… don't do this often…" Ace muttered, “But… I don't want to lose."

He lifted himself over their maleness, his fluffy tail made as messy as Lopunny's had been by the abundance of fluids upon Olin's cock, “I want to be needed… Please, Master… can you hold onto me?" He swallowed, “Don't let me go… hold me and… mate with me… make me into your loving bunny cumdump…" His tongue licked salted skin, “Fuck my boypussy until it's shaped the way you like…" His fluffy tail waggled against his iron-hard cock, “I'm your Pokémon… I'm all yours… I belong to you… I'll be a good cocksleeve for Master…"

Olin had gone quite still, letting the submissive male work himself up in his lap as he spilled his heart, “My little cock looks so small against yours… But it's so hard… You can play with it as much as you want… My chest… I don't have breasts like Lopunny, but I do have… my… my nipples are so stiff they hurt… my little furry balls are throbbing…" Another swallow, and a desperate squirm, “My undertail is just for you… I'm already trained as a Warrior Pokémon… can you teach me how to be your favourite whore? I want to… compete until you… like my male cunt the best…"

He reached behind himself, finding a cock well lubricated by femcum and Human essence, lining it up to a hole battered into submission by a rapacious tongue. Cinderace had already surrendered, but now cast himself into deeper submission, open in his dependency, his need to bind himself so tightly to his Master, to be wanted, to be needed, “Master…" He forced himself downwards, catching the perfect angle for that superior Human cock to part tenderised flesh, “Master…" A moan as a few inches sank into a velveteen inferno, “Master…" His thighs tensed, working him halfway down that cock through sheer effort, “Master…" A moan, panting desperation, the eruption of a small cock in a submissive orgasm from only half-penetration, “Master…" Another inch, the scrabbling of claws against the skin of his chest, and then a fierce embrace as the press of hard nipples could be felt through the fur, “Master…" The hilt at last, the extension of that initial climax into a shuddering bitchgasm.

The scent of male surrender was strong in the air, sweet and loving, but lascivious in want, it took a great amount of willpower for Olin to not flip this Pokémon onto his back and fuck him until he was a broken mess, a cock-addled slut of a male addicted to a hefty Human length under his tail. Instinct, or perhaps his Aura told him that contest was important to him, the pursuit of victory too precious to be abandoned. So, he kept his self-control, “Earn it." That was enough of a directive, “You look cute when you cum. Fuck yourself spent on my cock. Submit. Surrender. Show me who you belong to." His hands found those powerful thighs, squeezing hard to make the Pokémon moan, “Get used to the cock that owns you from now on."

“Yes, Master…" Just like with Lopunny, there was a lewd bulge at his abdomen. A great many Pokémon had proved a little smaller than Olin had imagined by watching them in tournaments on his television, and with Cinderace not even up to his chest in height, this bunny was a perfect little sextoy. The heat of his core was intense, the squeeze of his muscles a grateful affirmation for the cock inside him. Ace removed his hands from his Master's chest to reach down and press them against the bump of his abdomen, massaging the head of a superior male through the flesh of his belly.

His bitch button was already crushed into oblivion, the smallest activation of his thigh muscles sparking ruinous pleasure before he could even rise up. It took a few attempts before another submissive male surrender leaked into Olin's lap – only the overstimulated pain of his own orgasm allowing him to finally lift himself up on that fantastic cock. It dragged at his insides, the sparse lubrication enough of a sting for him to hold onto his mind as he began a gentle rhythm. Up and down, the sporty Pokémon found his flow and held onto it as another shutter sound marked Mewt taking another still for himself.

Mewtwo leaned back in his chair, quite enjoying the show. He was certainly going to keep the video for himself, but the loud noise of the camera activation added its own sense of lewdness to proceedings. If he could only get a hold of Gideon's and Krieg's tablets as well, then he would have quite the library of his Master for those evenings where Olin was busy with his other Pokémon. Well… with his mental powers, he could have them surrender the files to him at will – and then suppress the memory. Why not? What's the worst that could happen?

The sound of sex had turned sloppy, different to the slap of wet fur against skin that Lopunny had presented, Cinderace was a rough shlicking near eclipsed by the feminine moans of the tamed male. His small hands scrabbled at Olin's chest, before the man seized them both in his own, interlocking fingers in an intimacy which had the lagomorph melt. His rival may have more sexual stamina, but he had more physical endurance – and he brought it all to bear now as his pace increased to a bouncing worthy of his bunny race.

His small orbs ached, his full undertail a quivering pleasure, his cock dry of orgasms as final climax drew nothing from the tip of his tapered length but a small trickle of white surrender. But, his Master wasn't finished yet. Ace couldn't give up until he'd earned that cumshot! His body heated up, pushed beyond its limits as every hilted drop fucked the power out of him. His Master's countenance was leonine in pleasure, his teeth grit in a snarl beneath his mane of golden hair. There was only so much that Olin could take as well, and as he met his orgasm he captured Cinderace's lips once again and kissed him hard to sublimate his possessive growl.

For Ace, the world went white in bliss, the raw submission of male surrender sealed by the pumping of superior Human cum into his core. He moaned whorishly into their kiss, but the whimper that followed was affectionate and needy. This is what it was to be owned by a Human, to give himself over to his Pokémon instinct to bind himself to them. And Arceus, it was satisfying! Their hands parted for a cuddled afterglow, but no extended time of tenderness was permitted.

“Ahem." Mewt prepared his verdict, “Lopunny was the superior seductress. Cinderace presented the most desirable foreplay." He reeled off the first two results aloud, “So the winner was to be determined in this final round of pleasure."

Lopunny bounced on the spot, vibrating with excitement, and Ace perked up immediately as the idea of competition roused him back from the brink of fainting, “Lopunny was the superior sexual partner. By a vast margin." His head tilted, “Cinderace however, presented Master with an intimacy which aligns to his personal tastes more keenly. Each of you was masterful in your own category." Mewt shrugged, and offhandedly delivered, “So, you're both winners."

Olin was saved from needing to go another round with Lopunny when both she and Cinderace then attacked Mewtwo.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Celebrating 20 entries with a double-feature! Extra special thanks to Airwall for suggesting Cinderace/Loppuny as a pair way back in the Arcanine chapter, and to all those calling for them since! Additional extra special thanks goes to NoNoNope who helped me work out the characters! After thinking of a sporty archetype Lopunny, I ended up just going all the way and jumping to Cinderace. It was absolutely not my intention for him to join the team - but when he stood in front of Olin he just... did. This has happened every time, now! Olin's party now stands at 5/6 (Mewt doesn't count). Things are getting tight for Gardevoir.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. How do you feel about double-features like this every once in a while? A good idea, or should I stick to single entries? After Meganium didn't do quite as well as other chapters, I really put my game face on and went all-out on this one. Which reminds me - Meganium remains up for adoption if anyone wants to take him for themselves and have a chill dude on their team! Lopunny is also up for adoption for anyone that wants a lovey-dovey monogamous relationship with a sex-crazed bunny! She's got a lot of love to give to the right guy! If you're interested, please post in the comments - I need your Trainer name, sex, title (bug catcher, ace trainer, hiker, etc), reason for adopting, and any extra information that you want to give! Linoone and Salazzle are already adopted, and their new Masters are waiting in the wings (I hope to maybe do a mass send-off next entry).

Special thanks to User Johnnyd1988 for cheering on Meganium. User Oddreptile for the nickname that will now stick forever! User AdvancedCBMaster for their thoughts (I hope to address Aura soon, with Gideon explaining). User CapitalC which put sextapes into my head and led to Mewt starting to record porn (as well as those other awesome suggestions). User TheLastFirstborn for more of pornstar Olin (We'll see if those tapes leak...). User WinterWolf87 who should be taking possession of Salazzle soon! User Saxton for an interesting idea for Typhlosion (He got referenced this entry - and I wanna hit him up eventually!). User Greenhoof for the wonderful support, and some of the questions that were used this entry by the crowd! And User NoNoNope for talking to me until I got through the block on getting this entry going in the first place!

As always, thanks for every fave, watch, vote, folder sub, comment, and every last view. The comments especially - they really helped me out when it came to getting this one going - from concepts to content. You guys are awesome, and it's your ideas, suggestions, and support that makes this series possible. I wouldn't be able to write it without you - and I hope that you all enjoy what ends up on the page!

I'm still thinking about a B-team entry, but right now I want to resolve Lucario in the coming chapters - so, we have our upcoming Spring Tournament as a vehicle for that! Your suggestions for themed League Trainers were really good, and I want a chance to use them all! If anyone has any more in mind - please put them in the comments! As for what's next... Take your pick! Male or female, hit me up with your favourite Pokemon as usual - but this time... I want to do 'something involving bondage'. If anyone has a suitable Pokemon in mind for that, and some ideas to expand on bondage as a wider theme and kink, I'm counting on you for suggestions! I want to do more than just tie this sub up... Additionally, I'm looking for ideas on ways that Dusty, Ace, and Lucario can train together!

Thanks again for reading. As long as people are continuing to enjoy this series, I'll keep working hard to produce it. Thanks for everything. I really do appreciate you all, and hope you ride along with me on this story to the end. Cheers.

Have a most excellent day.

Update: The very talented SnakeBussyorSnubussy has updated their Slut Initiation Program which takes place in the same setting as this series. For those that were voting on Arbok vs Seviper and were disappointed, he's got you covered! The chapter can be found here.