FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Winter shrouded the town in pearlescent frost, the world eclipsed by a freezing fog which draped the streets in heavy banks of clinging white. Snow crunched underfoot, churned by the passing of vehicles into a slurry of blackened ice, beat down by the marching feet of commuters and myriad Pokémon. Neon lights and colourful signage strained against the gloom to make their messages known, an enormous billboard animating its advertisement to the sound of a saccharine tune, the song vapid and repetitive enough to have Olin cringe into his coat at the sound of it.

He glanced around, hoping to find a Fire Type Pokémon on a parallel journey to walk in the wake of, but found that he had not been blessed with such luck, the man trudging on with a soft sigh of resignation. His socks were getting wet inside oxfords ill-suited to the weather, and the sensation was absolutely loathsome. His coat repelled the accumulating water vapour, yet it rimed the steel-grey trousers he'd picked to match his cheap suit jacket, the chill against his legs completing his misery.

Olin was certainly late, and if not for the treacherous footing would have broken into a run long ago. He slipped through a gap in the crowds, sidestepping a Mamoswine and cursing the cause of his delay under his breath in a venomous whisper. Another demonstration outside the government offices that he was unfortunate enough to reside in the general proximity of, a noisy crowd of temper and tantrum. This growing puritan movement was advocating to ban relationships between Pokémon and Humans, appearing in the news more and more frequently as of late as local representatives were pressured by the mob. By their fervour, one would have thought that they were campaigning to banish Giratina himself.

It was a story he'd caught mostly in passing, the general consensus that the matter was something of a public health issue. Pokémon were dangerous creatures after all, and to engage with them sexually could easily invite disaster. One could be pricked by the toxic spines of an amorous Nidorino, burned by the mane of a Ponyta that loses its concentration mid-coitus, or even assaulted by a Lopunny caught in the throes of their heat. A division between the species enshrined into law made some degree of sense, the clamouring call of the demonstrators that people should accept such a ruling for their own good.

There was hardly any skin in the game for Olin, his sole companion being an Espeon that he'd not even once thought of as a sexual creature. It was her that had pressed into his palm the crumpled listing for this interview, the expression of the eeveelution quite hopeful as she made an effort to break him out of his funk. While the details of the job were vague, the pay was good and the opportunity within walking distance. Olin felt compelled to respond to her gentle nudging and after a brief phone call was suited up and on his way to their office. A pity that his first impression would be to appear late and sodden.

No company name was listed on his Espeon's note, and the building that he eventually found himself standing before seemed to him to be a simple office block with nothing much to differentiate it from the surrounding businesses. He squinted through the fog, yet no signage was forthcoming save for the building number stencilled into a ceramic placard; and after a brief pause to collect himself, Olin thrust out his chest boldly and advanced through a set of double-doors into a space significantly more upscale looking on the inside.

Immediately, the warmth of the new environment washed over him, a large fan outlet over the entryway effusing a stream of hot air which ruffled his clothes and banished their accumulated frost. The balm of central heating had him tarry in the small foyer for a few moments more than was strictly necessary, and Olin made a show of unzipping his coat in the hopes of playing off his hesitation to leave the snugness of the doorway.

Watching him from behind a desk with a mildly amused expression adorning their bespectacled face, a dark suited man reclined leisurely in his wide-backed chair, his thin frame looking all the more wispish in the large seat. The absence of anything meaningful laid out on the surface before him betrayed this post as one not usually manned, and in this world of luxurious golden trim, velveteen curtains, and expensive looking hardwood, Olin felt himself to be distinctly out of place in his wet shoes and ill-fitting suit.

The trappings of the richly decorated interior exuded a sensation of strictness and formality, the sort of old money which demanded an adherence to the culture which surrounded it. Yet, the wispy man was defiant in the casual posture he had adopted, the off-handedness of his small smile, and the cheerful tone of his greeting, “Welcome. Olin, wasn't it? Good evening! Do please follow me! We can make our introductions inside…"

“Ah… Good evening." Olin was dragged from his warm reverie to respond, relieved that his tardiness had gone without comment. He found that he dwarfed the sharply dressed man as they came to their feet, and followed them quietly as he was led through the labyrinthine passageways of this aged working space. Corridors spread in all directions, narrow stairwells linked the floors, and while many rooms were quiet, those that were occupied were replete with the dedicated clamour of furious activity. If not for the guidance, it would have been quite easy to become lost in the sprawling space.

There was a sensation that the facility was somewhat undermanned, with both people and Pokémon passing them by quite frequently, and always in a hurry. A glimpse into one room revealed a Smeargle at work on what appeared to be a collection of campaign posters, a Chatot synchronising its melody with a woman composing some slogan over a banner. A communications hub was filled with telephones, and a signboard in the corridor denoted hazards of data protection and professional conduct.

It was a political space, in which a tempered passion was intertwined with the steel of tactical realities, and with every step Olin felt that he belonged less and less. He shrugged off his coat and carried it in his arms to reveal an appearance which would have been called Nordic in another world. Tall with long blond hair and deep blue eyes, a slight beard, and the muscular body of one that took their time in the gym seriously. He steeled himself with the grit to proceed despite the sensation of being somewhat out of his depth, and followed the sharply dressed man into a small drawing room.

Rather than the office Olin was expecting, this space was built to entertain, equipped with a scattering of comfortable looking armchairs and accompanying tables. A central table was occupied with a plain looking kettle and assorted brew kit, with which the man leading himself immediately availed himself, “Tea? Coffee? Milk? Sugar?" He glanced to the side, and to the sole other occupant of the room, “And I suppose your usual, Gardevoir?"

Olin blinked. It was somewhat unusual for a tamed Pokémon to not have a name, and as a black coffee was passed into the hands of the Psychic Fairy, she seemed to be quite civilised indeed. Though curiosity did not hold him back from a request which came to his lips without any hesitation, “Tea, two, please." And with a cup to warm his icy fingers, the three took their seats.

“Now, let us begin. My name is Kreig, and this is Gardevoir. The two of us are responsible for the Guide Project and hope to employ you as the third member of our team." He blew into the surface of his own weak tea, “Many of the Psychic Pokémon in Wessan Town are plugged into a network, and your Espeon companion responded with an advocation of you as an ideal candidate when Gardevoir reached out."

“She… did?" He'd certainly never conceptualised such a thing as a psychic network or heard of anyone being selected for employment in such a way. Psychic types were frequently employed by government agencies for various screenings, but operating in recruitment as well seemed a bit much, “An ideal candidate? An ideal candidate for what? The advertisement for the position was quite vague – I'm to be involved with some sort of labour?"

The Gardevoir looked somewhat bored, taking a slow breath before a feminine voice invaded his mind, “This one is hardly a perfect specimen. You're not looking at a sharp intellect here. Just an enthusiastic fool that doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. At least as strong and sturdy as we require. With no political connections, either." Her gaze sharpened, “How vain you are. All this just to avoid looking bad in front of your Espeon?"

Surprisingly cutting for what was otherwise such a professional environment, and a glance to the side revealed a deflating Kreig who seemed to be expecting something better from his companion as well. But, Olin only gave a slight huff in turn, “Well… of course." He was quick to elaborate, and unashamed of his motives, “She's been with me for a long time and done a lot for me. I don't want to let her down when she's relying on me like this. I'm not the smartest, but I know what responsibility is, and if she's trusting me to take care of her, then living up to that is more important than my pride. Finances are tight since the construction company went bust, and I need to do something."

Kreig now wore a rather victorious looking expression, his dark features curled into a delighted smile as the Gardevoir relented in the wake of such a forthright answer, “Do please forgive her. She's being rather prickly today." He shook his head, “So, you'll take any job with sufficient pay?"

With a stern nod, “Whatever it takes."

“Excellent." The sharply dressed man bobbed his head in accord, “Though, while I'm pleased that you're enthusiastic, do hear me out first. I want you to understand the Guide Project before you commit." He cleared his throat, “We are part of the office of an independent politician, one working in opposition to the Human-Pokémon relationships bill currently being debated in Parliament. Those intending to enshrine the proposed bill into law have framed the issue as a matter of safety. Thus, to blunt their argument, we intend to publish official government advice on Human-Pokémon relationships. Or rather, mating between species, to be direct about it."

“You're writing a Guidebook?" Olin balanced his cup between his hands, paying careful attention to a fringe matter of politics that he never imagined would impact on him, “I don't have any talent for writing. I worked in construction up until now…" He hesitated for a moment, “Before that, I was briefly a professional trainer, but it didn't pan out for me as a career…" Olin swallowed, feeling as though an opportunity was slipping away, “I'm plenty strong, and durable too. Whatever else you've got in mind, I can handle!"

Gardevoir scoffed, and returned to her coffee when shot another warning look by Kreig. The man continued, “The role we propose for you is rather hands-on." He leaned forward, “We need someone willing to mate with a collection of Pokémon which may be considered problematic and to give their impressions. It's your data that we intend to use as the core of our Pokémon Breeding Guide."

It took a rather diplomatic sip of his tea to disguise his surprise, and then, “Is this… porn?"

“No!" Kreig was quick to rebuff him, “Nothing like that – nothing is to be recorded but your impressions. We might be borrowing the Smeargle from the Campaign Department to make a few illustrations, but that will be it. My role will be to commit your experiences to paper, while Gardevoir will be ensuring a line of communication and providing guidance. Safety as well, with her Psychic powers."

The whole situation felt absurd, and Olin furrowed his brow, “So… You want me to have sex with various Pokémon, with Gardevoir helping us communicate and making sure that nothing dangerous happens, and you writing about it?" Another sip of his tea, “Are you… sure this isn't porn?"

“You are not averse to the idea." That psychic voice penetrated his thoughts once more, “You are a male in your prime and should be grateful for this opportunity to broaden your horizons. You also need the money. My foresight glimpses financial ruin in your future, the loss of your apartment, and a shameful return to your family home if you do not-“

“Okay, okay!" He would have accepted more finesse from the Embrace Pokémon, but Gardevoir hit like a hammer. Olin placed down an empty cup, steadying himself in the motion, “I… have never really thought about Pokémon as sexual creatures before. I think one of my cousins is in a relationship with his Absol, but I've not seen him in years. So, I've got no experience with this sort of thing."

The Psychic voice returns, “But plenty with Human females. And Human males, as well. In fact, you're rather prolific in-“

“Gardevoir. Please refrain from reading Olin's mind to that extent." Kreig sounded rather weary himself now, “Ahem. That is the long and short of the offer. It's quite a generous three-day work week, with a preparation day preceding your sessions to make ready any specialist equipment, and one following in which we can make sure that my articles match your own insights. Ah – you would also need to be generally available should we need to call you in. We've reached out to various trainers and institutions, and their timetables are quite scattershot." He set his fingers to his chin, “What do you say?"

Olin gave a self-depreciating half-smile, “Well, if Gardevoir is to be believed, I don't really have much choice." He took a deep breath, and exhaled forcibly, “Could I request a trial run or something? Just to see if I'm cut out for this?"

Kreig beamed, “Oh, of course! In fact, how about we test you out right now? Gardevoir – take Olin into the second room and see that he's taken care of. I'll be off to take care of a little admin work before you get started…" He got to his feet, and Olin felt compelled to do the same as a hand was offered and shook. The wispy male seemed all the more fragile when his small hand was entirely encompassed in Olin's large fist. He seemed rather easy-going for such a poshly presented man, and rather likable as a colleague. A pity that Gardevoir was so abrasive in comparison.

He followed the Pokémon out of the room and found himself surveying her carefully as she floated ahead of him rather than walked. With a humanlike form and cutting disposition, she was certainly a character, but before long she paused and her voice again washed over him, “Don't do that."

“Do what?"

She turned, and again her eyes became sharp, her expression twisted into something mildly unpleasant. Or as unpleasant as the fair countenance of a Gardevoir was capable of being, “Think of me as if I were a human." She shook her head slowly, and spoke on a tangent, “We may be able to communicate, but do not for a second imagine that we are anything alike. The way a Pokémon thinks and feels, our morals and aesthetics, instincts and drives – these are fundamentally different to those of a human. Our existence is distinctly alien to yours, and one Pokémon species is in many ways alien to another."

Olin gave his most winning smile in turn, friendly in his tone, “You don't seem that different to-“

“I loathe humans." At the very least, her directness was inhuman, the dialogue strangely stilted, “The idea of Human-Pokémon relationships disgusts me."

“Then why are you here?"

Her arms folded about her chest spike, “I may dislike humans, but I do like human things. Our Leader has explained to me thoroughly what this movement is the beginning of, and I do not like the idea of where it ends. I will not be denied the human things that I enjoy."

Olin slumped slightly. He couldn't really imagine something as complex as a chain of political manoeuvres, nor see entirely into the future of this one. Even though he had been employed in the cause of opposing the bill, it wasn't something that he could say that he was particularly invested in. This was, for now at least, a job. If he wasn't the sort to simply go with the flow at times like these, he probably would have asked more questions, stopped to consider the ethics of it, or even consider if the lewder aspects were to his tastes. Instead, he spoke, “I… don't really want to have sex with someone that hates me."

Her face twitched. And after a second of silence which seemed to feel as long as a minute, her psychic voice screamed in his mind, “…WE'RE NOT HAVING SEX, YOU IDIOT! I'M JUST SHOWING YOU THE WAY!" Fingers twitching, arms thrust outward, she seemed caught between humiliation and fury, an expression which had been so sharp and cruel thus far now splintered into what Olin might have called cute.

Though, he had little time to dwell on it before she turned her back and stormed ahead, floating at a pace which required him to trudge swiftly to keep up, his still-wet socks compounding the misery of what was probably quite the faux pas. Gardevoir ditched him in a room located in a particularly quiet corner of the facility, a viewing window providing a good line of sight into a parallel chamber into which she went herself, before the press of a button lowered blinds and cut her away. His room was rather spartan, equipped with a bed which really didn't look like it belonged in such a space, but otherwise replete with the same varnished hardwood, golden trim, and richly fluffy upholstery of any other room. In another world, it might have been called Edwardian Décor.

A few minutes passed in which Olin stood uselessly in the centre of the space. Then after several more, he found himself taking a seat. Here was an opportunity to dwell on his situation, and make all of the considerations that had thus far passed him by, but rather than use the time to think, he instead found himself humming a tune whilst idly reclining in his chair. No logical thoughts of contracts and safety measures crossed his mind. It was easier to just write off the whole situation as a financial opportunity. A little out there, yes. But, if it wasn't to his tastes, he could always politely decline. What was there to lose by partaking of whatever this test was? Perhaps Gardevoir was right, and she should take advantage of the chance to broaden his horizons…

A voice through an unseen intercom had him start, “Ahem, can you hear me? It's Kreig. Your first engagement will be with a female Scolipede donated to the Guide Project by Bug Catcher Soleil. No name yet. Gardevoir has informed them of your situation – do you know anything about this Pokémon at all?" Olin shook his head, but by the time that he realised that he may not be visible to the speaker, the voice carried on, “The Megapede Pokémon. Bug and Poison type. Excellent speed, especially for a creature so large and heavy. Some people call them the horse-bug…"

The blinds across the viewing window slowly raised, revealing the wispy man sat at a desk with a laptop and notebook, pencil in hand, and a series of images of the Pokémon in question flashing across the screen. He spoke into a small microphone, “You will find her Pokéball in the tray there, I've already transferred it over. And an autoinjector as well. Make use of that in the event that you're clipped by any of her claws…"

Olin retrieved both items with a slight gulp, the injector bearing similar dimensions and appearance to an EpiPen. He placed it on a nearby side table and held the sphere in his hand, finding white, grey, and blue Heavy Ball comfortable in his grasp. Failed trainer though he may have once being, he remembered this feeling, and without thinking more on the matter, he unleashed the creature into the open space before him.

Materialising from crimson light was the creature which Kreig had prescribed as his first conquest, and it was far from the vanilla option of a Lucario or Raboot that he had been expecting. Though, in the hopes of acclimating him to the nature of the project, perhaps this choice was the entire point. Scolipede reared at eight feet, well over the six of Olin, their long body supported by quadrupedal limbs each foot ending in something between a hoof and claw.

Their form was as broad as Olin's shoulders, and the man had always considered himself to be rather well built, with musculature defined by his own training and labour-intensive career. A large pair of banded horns towered over him to further accentuate the height difference between them, instinct informing him that it would probably be a bad idea to touch them. Eight claws, four to each side, framed the upper body, with another pair at their haunches, every one of them emanating a similar lethality. And a glance along their body revealed another pair of horns behind them.

The carapace was a deep purple, with uniform patterns marking each armoured plate in a lighter hue, every design mirrored on the opposite side of their body. The eyes were large and yellow, the mouth small, and their insectoid expression rather personable. Though, Olin had always found the countenances of Pokémon to be rather expressive, however much his ascribing of humanlike aesthetics might have annoyed the Gardevoir that considered their species were so alien to each other.

Clearly more prepared than he was, the Pokémon lowered her head slightly, and Olin pressed his palm to the side of her neck in something of an instinctual greeting. Her jet-black underside was soft to the touch, “I can… smell something really sweet… and a little sharp?" He breathed it in, suppressing a cough which the deep inhalation almost compelled of him as the odour tickled his throat. The intensity reminded him of the pungent steam one would be greeted with when dousing hot chips with vinegar.

“Arousal. She knows what she's there for." Kreig's voice came through the speaker, “A little venom, too. I've some breeding reports here – the horns can end up secreting some when they mate, so just be mindful!" His pencil danced across the page, his eyes stealing glances into the next room, “You're going to have to appeal to her. Show some affection…"

Affection? He closed his eyes and imagined the Espeon he'd left watching television back in his apartment and found that his hands moved on their own. Olin caught the angular jawline of the Bug Pokémon within his grasp, his thumbs brushing back along small cheeks to accompany that small mouth, while his fingers trailed down her neck. It was a gentle stroking of the softer almost-scales of her underside and allowed him to acclimate himself to the feel of this unique body.

The sensation beneath his fingertips was truly unique, a warmth behind the mildest elasticity where powerful and flexible muscles had the freedom to move in support of that defensive carapace. Their gaze was somewhat dreamy, with amber eyes half-closed in enjoyment of his delicate stroking. Inside his head, the psychic voice of Gardevoir scoffed, “How deviant. She has a taste for Humans. Though I personally doubt that you will live up to her expectations."

Ignoring the snide remark, Olin allowed his curious hands to slowly descend, taking care not to place himself within the grasp of those seizing claws, he found himself setting his palms to what he would have called the chest, and lower to where the underside widened before the first pair of quadrupedal limbs. The scent intensified to his stroking, the press of his own Human warmth against the region of her body which would be used to pin prey and conquest both doing something to excite the Scolipede.

“Yes, most excellent…" Kreig commented, “That is the region of the body used to physically dominate, and a prime spot for stimulation. Just be careful you do not go too far, or you might find yourself pinned under two hundred kilograms of horse-bug!" His pencil paused for a moment, “I do believe you have appealed quite enough. She has your scent and the feel of you, now take a step back and see what she does next…"

Olin complied, though found himself to be mildly disappointed. The texture of the underside of the Scolipede was pleasant against his hands, and it was quite enjoyable to have such a large creature vibrating a soft chitter into his grasp. Provided with space, the Pokémon did not hesitate, claw-hooves muffled by the soft fur rug as she turned away from him and raised the secondary horns of her rear to display a distinctly alien femininity.

Between her horns, her body tapered into a small tail, the cute little thing lifted high to offer herself to the Human. Pokémon were a combative race, and employed all sorts of methods to conceal vulnerable genitalia – through everything from psychic interference, to interlocking armour plates, and thick fur. Laid bare, the pussy on display was a particularly vibrant pink against the dark underside, and seemed somewhat equine with a large clitoris at the underside which conspired with the draping folds to wink with desire.

Soft flesh glistened with the fluids of arousal, and with them was carried that same sweet and sharp scent, a pungency which was strangely invigorating to the nostrils. The spreading of her hind legs further drew apart the semi-equine cunt, and strings of femcum were revealed to link together her walls for a brief moment before the strands lost their integrity and coalesced into drooling need.

Olin swallowed. He no longer needed to question himself whether or not he was capable of viewing Pokémon as sexual creatures, and it took a psychic alarum from Gardevoir to have him focus on the voice coming through the intercom, “She wants you to taste her. From what I can tell from the breeders documents, it's a Bug type ritual of sorts for some species. Scolipede wants to show off her fertility… A Human tongue might be a little small? But, their mouths are small as well so… give it your best!"

Well, he hardly needed to be told twice. With only a small stoop required, Olin leaned closer to the source of that piercing scent, his eyes settled upon the side of a puffy ring of an undertail as he extended his tongue and cautiously licked along the outer folds of the spread pink below it. His cheeks cratered as he found no shortage of fluids drawn back into his mouth, and he assessed the taste carefully, more for his own enjoyment than for Kreig's report.

Sweet and tarte, quite suiting for a Bug and Poison type, there was a mild sourness, but the flavour was entirely unlike that of any Human. He remembered hearing something years ago about how Bug Pokémon processed sugar uniquely, and now got to enjoy the sweetness of whatever that operation was. Rather sensitive, her folds twitched against his probing tongue, and spasmed as he committed to place his lips against her lower ones, a chittering outcry of pleasure compelled from the Scolipede.

She was copious in her secretions, and the gratitude of a sensitive female crying out in pleasure invoked his manly instincts. A sharp scent in his nose, a sweet taste in his mouth, warmth against his tongue, and her fluids drooling into a mess at the collar of his shirt, he found himself tearing away his ill-fitting jacket and with arms unrestrained by it he grasped at the armoured plate of horse-bug haunches and set himself to the pleasure of the creature in his grasp.

A psychic voice in a mind fogged by burgeoning arousal delivered a warning, “Push her forward when she cums, or she'll land on top of you. It would be tiresome if I had to resort to telekinesis to rescue you…" Though Olin was only scarcely conscious of it. There was a certain joy to eating pussy, a triumph to a job well done, and a satisfaction in a particularly expressive woman singing her enjoyment. There was empowerment in this bliss, the mastery of being a source of pleasure for another, and driven by his instincts he seized the flow of this amorous encounter.

The slight doughnut of her undertail twitched, her semi-equine pussy spasmed and seized at his tongue, her folds quivering to his lips, her clit splayed from its hood, and she came hard with an outcry of pleasure and a flood of tarte femcum. A heave of his shoulders sent the enormous Pokemon collapsing onto her belly, and Olin stood tall to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand, proud of his work as he surveyed the pleasure-addled creature below him.

Harnessing the musculature of a body honed by his own great efforts, he grasped at one of her hindlegs and dragged a creature perhaps two and a half times his weight onto her back, assisted by her own wriggling and the empowerment of rut. The Scolipede looked strangely vulnerable on her back, quadrupedal limbs uselessly held in the air, her neck craning to gift him with such a sultry expression that it drove him wild.

There was no more voice on the intercom, nor psychic message compelling him, but his own internal need screaming for Olin to dominate this creature. Carefully avoiding her horns, he dropped to his knees at her side, pressing the flat of his palm against her sopping cunt and spreading it wide with his fingers. The opening itself was rather tight, but the folds of her entrance had a unique elasticity about them, alien in their pliability and slick with the tarte fluids he couldn't get enough of the taste of.

She trilled invitingly, and Olin curled his first two fingers in penetration, his palm crushing down that large clit as a slow and circular motion of his hand stimulated the sweet spots he would seek out on a Human female. Though, as her head was thrown back in pleasure, Olin quickly came to realise that no such finesse was required here, with the twitch of his knuckles stirring her insides and the ruin of his palm on a clit with sensitivity proportionate to its large size, even the most amateurish fingering technique was sufficient to make the Pokémon melt beneath him.

Well, since he couldn't miss…

The muscles of his forearm strained, his bicep bulged, and he found himself leaning over the Scolipede, rocking her lower body against his palm as he made use of his significant strength. Her hips canted upwards, the segmented nature of her body relieving some of the burden of her weight as the pace of his fingering became rapid. Another orgasm came with a chittering screech, and Olin did not slow down at all, finding that the air was now filled with a lewd squelching noise as the downwards motion of his fingering stirred up the insides of his grateful conquest.

That sensation of empowerment intensified, the thrown back head finally going limp a final surrender to the domination of pleasure, an acknowledgement of his own act of domination. There was no need for anything esoteric or some profound kink to invoke submission, only presence and technique, and the sheer determination to make your submissive cum until their ruined body and mind simply gave up and became yours.

For Olin, this was not a desire which he had ever felt towards a Human partner, but seemed to have been awoken by the unique power dynamic between mankind and Pokémon. Some Human instinct inside of him recognised the creature he was stirring the spasming cunt of as something to be mastered and owned. But, his own empathy demanded love and affection as well, and his expression tempered his burgeoning lust with kindness.

A third orgasm, and she lost the strength necessary to cant her hips upwards, the collapse of the Scolipede's haunches scarcely missing grazing Olin's hip with her descending rear set of horns. He withdrew his fingers and observed the mild gape of her twitching cunt, clear femcum pooling at her undertail and soaking the entirety of her crotch, more having flowed towards the twin claws of her midriff to run along her sides and form a small puddle as evidence of her ruin. Her body rose and fell with heavy breaths, and Olin licked his fingers clean to again indulge himself in that unique flavour of tarte victory.

“How beastly." The psychic voice of the Gardevoir invaded his mind, “You are overflowing with all sorts of impure intentions. Of course you are the sort of man that feels like he can conquer the world just because he made a female climax. Now, are you going to dispense with all of this foreplay and mate with her or not? I have places to be tonight."

What a killjoy. But she was hardly wrong. Olin divested himself of his garments, a suit already made sodden by the weather now doubly soiled by no shortage of Scolipede femcum, the piercing scent of it something that he imagined he'd little chance of ever fully washing out. He wielded a girthy cock of a size suitable to his bulky frame, a womb-plundering length of meat that had the Bug Pokémon beneath him swoon and even Gardevoir go without comment.

Similarly to females, male Pokémon also had to go to some lengths to protect their genitals, locking away their equipment behind sheaths and slits, concealing their testicles with thick fur or having them placed internally. As a result, a large cock was something of an evolutionary disadvantage as it increased the areas of vulnerability; thus the well-armed Olin found himself with a grand enough masculinity on hand to contend with even some of the much larger species destined to cross his path in this line of work.

He set his knees between the rear horns, finding that the positioning was a little cramped but still committing to this position to get started. Better those venomous horns at either side of his shins than potentially dropping onto his shoulders, after all. The head of his cock pressed against that oversized clit, rubbing back and forth, once, twice, and then angled lower to be sheathed in a single thrust into a warm and wet pussy overflowing with liquid heat.

Olin growled, his throat rumbling as the pleasure washed over him, the framing of his mane of golden blond hair giving him the illusion of a leonine identity. It was a façade to which he committed as his body responded to the bestial pleasure of what some would call a taboo, a breaking of the species barrier as his cock strained deep inside the squirming Scolipede.

Good. She should squirm. He would make sure that this wonderful creature never forgot him, divest the mark of his essence deep inside her semi-equine cunt and leave her insectile heart pining for another breeding. The feeling of Gardevoir's psychic disapproval did nothing to blunt his desires, and Olin grinned his satisfaction as he felt the doughnut undertail twitch against his orbs as if she hoped to compel them into churning up an even more magnificent load.

Maybe he should fuck her ass, too?

His hands began at chitinous haunches and slowly rose upwards to the digitigrade middle of helpless hindlegs, seizing them and leveraging the grasp to lean over the Scolipede. His cock plunged heated depths to which no shaft of her own species could plumb, yet the elasticity and wetness of her insides accommodated him perfectly, the lips of her cunt quivering against his groin and her clit throbbing against his undercarriage.

Now, rut could begin in earnest, and Olin angled his hips, pulling back his maleness and delighting in the glisten of her femcum coating his shaft before thrusting deep. The lewd shlicking noise was even more severe than when he used his fingers, and he found himself glancing up briefly from the thrashing Scolipede to look to the viewing window. Within, Kreig scribbled his notes at a thunderous pace, but Gardevoir watched with her gaze affixed to the point of their conjoined genitals, her expression one of some degree of profound humiliation, as if it were her own femininity which was being made such sport of.

But, it would be unfair to allow his attention to drift from the Pokémon most deserving of it, the mouth of the Scolipede hanging open and drooling, her body heaving with each chittering moan of pleasure, her eyes half-lidded and glazed. Her orgasm was electrifying, shocking that dazed expression into wide eyed overstimulation, her semi-equine cunt seizing at his hilted cock and rippling along his length as if trying to milk every ounce of seed from him. It succeeded, as a steady flow of precum burst into a potent ejaculation.

Olin snarled, pressing his hips down as he came hard into that grasping pussy, his own thick essence forced into the egg-chamber of her depths as femcum spattered his thighs in a shared orgasm of shuddering ecstasy. His pleasure had overtaken him more quickly than he would have liked, but the sheer arousal of the moment kept his cock iron-hard, and as the Human caught his breath, he looked up again to the observation window, “Ask her if I can fuck her ass."

“What!? No! Why did you get so into this so quickly!?"

Gardevoir immediately responded through the psychic link, but then Kreig chimed in, “Well, it would be good data. If Humans and Pokémon are going to be mating, then they'll be doing all sorts of things. She should probably take a load in her mouth too, so… don't look at me like that! Do it for the Guide Project!"

A rather heated exchange seemed to take place between Kreig and Gardevoir following that exclamation to which Olin wasn't privy, but judging by the thunderous expression on her face when it was over, he imagined that the Human must have won. He looked back down at the Scolipede, and found himself wondering if they even had a concept of anal? Though the return of their sultry expression and a slow nod told him all that he needed to know. Excellent. Their afterglow would be cut short for more pleasure.

An idea came to mind, and Olin repositioned the Scolipede back onto her front, the heat of his own need leading to him giving little thought to sacrificing his clothing as he sheathed one of her rear horns in his cheap jacket, and the other in his drenched shirt, leaving them as shields against their leaking venom as he placed them over his shoulder and took position behind her. She spread her legs once more, the line of femcum trailing from her cunt in a steady strand now also tainted by the creamy white of Human essence.

Olin grit his teeth, his cock throbbed, and that domineering feeling returned as he observed the corruption of the Scolipede's fluids. That was the mark of a well-fucked cunt, and he'd put another under her stubby tail as well! His maleness lined up, yet this time he was denied the slick looseness of a semi-equine pussy, and instead had to grasp at the ridge of a chitinous back-plate for leverage as he slowly forced his cock inch by inch under her tail.

A Pokéball was a convenient thing indeed, divesting its occupant of any filth and ensuring that it was the creature alone that was contained within, though it wasn't something that Olin had ever thought about before now. His maleness slicked by an abundance of femcum, he pressed into the warmth of their body until hips became flush, the Scolipede seeming to vibrate the entirety of the time. He found himself smiling and patting her haunches, “Good girl…"

She collapsed forward, chest to the floor, and in the relaxation of that abandonment of strength, Olin slowly pumped his hips back and forth, “You're an excellent fuck. First Pokémon I've done this with, you know?" He found a little playfulness inside himself, “I think Gardevoir over there is probably jealous. Can you give her a nice moan for me so she knows what she's missing out on?"

Kreig cackled with laughter over the microphone, and a hearty, “Fuck you." Arrived on que via telepathy as Scolipede again began to vocalise her pleasure. The pitch of her moans had altered, the chittering higher in tone and combined with a keening whine whenever he ground his hips deep. Holding onto the chitinous backplate, he had a powerful leverage from this position, and the unique pleasure of such a foreign creature beneath him, with a passageway which undulated against his length every time that her chubby little tail was made to move.

Scolipede seemed to be conscious of that trait, and each time that he hilted his cock, her tail would twitch from side to side, tightening her up in a way which made Olin's breath catch in his throat. Her expression was one of melted pleasure, but behind her eyes was a new focus as the Pokemon began to focus on reciprocating the pleasure which he had provided her up to this point. Olin's snarl turned to a smile. He liked a grateful mate.

His hips rocked gently back and forth, the pace of their rut becoming languid as the heights of ecstasy were replaced with a comfortable pleasure. It was a complete surprise when the horse-bug reached an anal-induced climax, the mess leaking from her gaped cunt combined with his own cum to flow down the inside of her legs in a lewd wetness.

The sharp scent which Olin had thought he had gotten used to intensified once more, and it invigorated him, renewing his strength and driving him to buck into the Scolipede's pleasure, extending her climax into something ruinous. Each rock of her body decimated every ounce of stamina she had regained during their more tender pleasures, and again the power dynamic in which Olin commanded their rut was renewed.

Every claw was twitching, the horns of her head and rear glistening with venom as much as her thighs were with cum, and Olin took the indication that now was the time to fuck this Pokémon in earnest. He snarled and growled, reaching into his core to connect with his own feral nature, leonine in his figure as he made an animal of himself and abandoned all thought but that to move his hips and pursue greater pleasure.

Having powered through his first orgasm, his second climax was a long time in the building, but thunderous in potency. The chittering whine of the Scolipede was an encouraging howl, and despite the divide of language and species, the demand that he fuck his essence deep into her was loud and clear. His orbs tightened up against his body, churning up a potent load, his cock throbbed hard, and with his crushing grasp blunted against chitinous plate he pumped his seed into her core.

Olin was quick to pull out, surveying his handiwork for only a few moments, pink flesh against a backdrop of black semi-scales, mildly gaped and quick to run a stream of his cum just as ruined as her messy pussy. He walked to her other side, presenting his cock to her face for it to be cleaned while he was still hard, and the pleasure-addled horse-bug obliged by immediately closing her mouth about his member and drawing the entirety of his cock into her throat.

Two gulps of his seed later, she quivered, finding her own final climax in the aftermath of their rut, the depravity of Human essence on her tongue and his taste in her mouth enough to send the Scolipede over the edge one last time. She suckled at him until he went soft, and then continued to lather his crotch with licks until he was entirely clean, the last of her strength failing and sending the Pokémon to the ground.

He tried to pull away himself, but strangely enough, found that he couldn't. In fact, he couldn't move at all. The world was swimming in a pinkish fog, and he could hear the sound of his blood rushing in his ears. Everything was stiff – everything except for his spent cock. It was at this moment that Olin realised that while receiving some of the most wonderful oral of his life, he'd made a terrible mistake. In his hand was on a horn.

Olin was dimly aware of a needle slammed into his thigh before everything went dark.

“Worth… it…"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Greetings. I'm taking a little break from the Beastmaster series now that arc two is done to work on something new, and hope that anyone reading this pokémon smut had a good time with it. Scolipede was chosen due to a comment by User Berry2257, and the current leading contender for the next entry is a Male Arcanine suggested by User NoNoNope. Special thanks to Soleil as well, for their bug type enthusiasm.

Just as with my other series, I want to leave as much up to the comments as possible with each entry episodic and focused on a new creature! Please suggest your favourite pokémon in the comments, and I'll be queuing up those that best fit to make the future chapters - the more problematic their lore, the better! This is the series where we deal with the realities of mating with a Poison type, or the countermeasures for not getting set on fire by your own Charizard lover!

I'm very grateful for every fave, rate, folder subscription, watch, and every last view as well. It's the feedback, encouragement, and suggestions for future chapters that keep me going. Thank you so much to everyone that got me through two books worth of Beastmaster, and I hope that anyone crossing over from that enjoys this reverie. This was a good bit of fun to write, shot from the hip all in one sitting. I'll take a few days to see what competes with Arcanine Male for the next one, and then take another blast if this is a series people want to see more of! Thank you for reading.

Have a most excellent day.