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Vee loved her Master. She'd always imagined that the reason that she had evolved into an Espeon rather than a Sylveon was from an ardent desire to be able to communicate with Olin and pursue a deeper relationship with the man that she was so devoted to. Or perhaps it was that her austere personality ill-befitted the Fairy Type. At the very least, she liked to think that it was the first one, and if anyone would ever dare suggest that it was the second, they would receive a piece of her mind! And as a Psychic Type, that expression was quite literal.

Her telepathy did not quite give her mastery of language, and instead relied upon the transmission of images with a common frame of reference between her and the recipient. At least when it came to communicating with Humans. When she wished for affection from Olin, she would project into his head their shared memories of him embracing her, when she was hungry she would think of meals that they'd had together, and when she was tired she envisioned their bed. The more time that they spent together, the larger that library of common experiences grew, and she had long since reached a point where she could share even esoteric concepts with him by splicing together fragments of television that they had watched together, or obscure fragments of radio broadcasts listened to over breakfast.

Despite this bond, she'd never managed to successfully communicate her desires to the man. Visions of romantic scenes from films had Olin assume that she yearned for that sort of fiction, and he'd trawled every streaming service searching for something to suit that taste! Memories of sexual partners that he'd returned to their apartment with stirred embarrassment in him, and resulted in an apology as he believed her to be chiding him for promiscuity! A bold declaration of, 'I love you' spoken in the stolen voice of an actress they'd heard utter the line in a radio-play was taken to be familial and resulted in nothing but a warm smile and a cuddle! Well, at least it was an enjoyable cuddle.

At her wits end, she'd turned to the Psychic Network. Just about every population centre had one, connections slowly engrained over time as those Psychic Type Pokémon living in such a space gradually linked their consciousnesses together. With other Pokémon she was not restricted to only images and could speak freely, venting her frustrations into that space and lauding the virtues of the Master that she lusted after. Eventually she'd been connected to Gardevoir, and Olin had been recruited into the Guide Project – a government sanctioned program to document the problematic elements of Human-Pokémon relationships. But, even after now engaging in poképhilia as part of his work and finally acknowledging Pokémon as sexual creatures, she had received nothing more than an errant glance!

No more. Vee had finally resolved to make her move, even going so far as to take a rare withdrawal to her Pokéball to make use of its cleansing feature. Yet, when she had emerged later that afternoon, she was introduced to a Lycanroc slut that was clinging to her precious Master's arm as if he was their number one Pokémon! His eyes had glowed in challenge, and he had been so audacious as to introduce himself as Olin's most favoured partner. Dusty had bragged atrociously about the submission he had enjoyed beneath his new Master, taunted her with his higher level, and goaded her into eventually snapping and telekinetically throwing a stone at him. Now, she was sleeping in the living room in punishment while he cuddled with Olin in bed! That homewrecker! Bastard! Bitch! Asshole!

“No Human is worth such anguish."

Her seething had seeped into the Psychic Network, and a familiar voice now drifted into her mind. Gardevoir was always up late, and the Espeon had started to wonder if she even slept at all. On the rare occasions on which Vee was awake at night – for the Sun Pokémon generally found herself sluggish and dull-witted in the gloom – she found company in her Master's colleague of the Guide Project. She pricked her claws into the overstuffed sofa from which the smell of Arcanine cum had never quite entirely faded, “My Master is!"

She imagined Gardevoir sighing, wherever she was – probably partway through a can of some particularly potent brand of energy drink and reclining in the luxury of Krieg's mansion, “Mateship means nothing to a Human when it's with a Pokémon. Even if you think you're completely in love. Even if he thinks the same. All it takes is one argument, or one offer, or just a whim, and you will be thrown away. They don't think like we do. Loyalty means nothing to them. Love is an illusion that even we Psychic Types can't see through. Don't imagine that you can understand him. Don't delude yourself into thinking that he understands you. We're just things for them to use."

“Master is not like that!" Her forehead gemstone glowed a dull crimson, and she added quickly, “He's always been kind to me!"

This time there was an impression of a scoff, “That's why I hate him the most." There was a short quiet, “Krieg keeps me at arm's length. It's been a year and he's still 'giving me time'. But Olin is so… stupid. Your Master is a fool. Dumb! Idiot!" A huff of frustration, and then a surprising outburst, “No matter how foul I am to him, he won't leave me alone! I hate Humans! I hate all of them! Why can't he just let me hate him! I understand this world! I know how awful every Human is! Your Master makes me feel loathsome when I point this out! Damn him!"

The answer was almost provocative, “Master is a good Human!"

A long period of quiet came in return, a sensation of anger, and then a cold defeat. The psychic voice which next responded had scarcely enough force in it for the words to materialise in Vee's mind, “…I thought my last Master was a good Human, too."

Vee gave a sigh of her own. Every Psychic Type in the city knew about Gardevoir, and every one of them was tight-lipped about it. A few Humans had really gone to great lengths to keep everything hushed up, and if the truth ever got out then the general consensus on the network was that the fallout would be pretty awful for Pokémon across the whole country. And it had all started when her Master, the man that she loved enough to evolve for, the person that she once called her soulmate and shared a relationship with in which her whole heart was invested – had measured her worth against money and sold her on a whim to a rather unsavoury organisation. And when she was taken, she had sensed from her old Master a mild relief, and an eagerness for the Pokémon that he would have replace her.

Even before the organisation she was bought by did what they did – she'd good reason to be jaded on the subject of humanity, and would vent her own regrets to Vee as much as the Espeon shared her contrasting love for Olin. If the conversation continued this way, she'd probably spend a good while listening to Gardevoir complain, so she resolved to seize control of the flow and took advantage of the silence. The feline flexed her body, energetic with purpose despite the nightly gloom antithetical to her species, “I'm going to make my move."

“…Well, I suppose I can't stop you." The psychic fairy relented, “The first time will hurt, you know? Your Master is a brute. He's an oaf and a fool and he's bigger than you. Even small Pokémon are generally adaptable to Humans, but that idiot is particularly large. He lacks finesse, and you have no experience."

That wasn't entirely true. More than words could be shared on the Psychic Network, after all. Vee had experienced the speed of a galloping Galarian Rapidash as a passenger in their mind, feeling the wind against their body and the strength of grander limbs than her own. She had flown the sky along with a Natu, fenced with a Gallade, and visited the park with an Abra. Of course, that meant that she'd also indulged in the experience of some rather carnal scenes as well. She had been the female of a pair of mated Grumpig, and she had even been the male for a time as well! She had linked to the mind of a Gothorita in heat to share the burden of their need. And more…

Naturally, since she was most interested in mating with a Human herself, her most enjoyable diversion was to be the passenger of a female Meostic who enjoyed precisely the sort of relationship with her Master that Vee wished for with Olin. The Espeon knew well exactly what the feeling was to have her feline cunt claimed by an enormous Human cock. She knew what it was like to be pumped full of essence by the person that owned her. Well, she knew what someone else felt like – and that was close enough to count as experience!

“The Psychic Network does not count." No words had been shared, no mind had been read, but Gardevoir had come to know Vee well enough to counter what was going to be a rather petulant point before it was even made, “And you have 'made your move' no less than a dozen times since we have become acquainted. What makes you think that this time something shall come of it? Is he not asleep?"

Her whiskers twitched, and the Espeon scowled, “I've had enough! This time I'm really going to do it! I'm not going to let him get away! I won't let that Lyconroc whore win! Tonight, I'm going to be bold!"

A mocking laughter in return, “You've said that before as well. What 'bold' move will you make this time? Another mating pose that he'll think is a stretch of your back? Will you lick yourself again and be congratulated on your attention to grooming? You are far too subtle, and he is far too stupid."

Gardevoir had offered to simply tell Olin everything outright, but Vee had turned her down quite sternly. This was something that she wanted to communicate herself, though it seemed that in order to break through to her Master she would have to do something drastic indeed. Something that would make their love not familial, but romantic. Something absurd. Something that he couldn't possibly misconstrue as anything but a desire for a carnal relationship.

She unsheathed her claws from the fabric beneath her, “I'm… I'm…!" Her tail flicked back and forth, her gem glowed, “I'm… I'm going to suck his dick!" Vee flexed her back, her body coiled like a spring, “I'm going to put that homewrecking bitch back into his Pokéball, burrow under the duvet, and… and… take what's mine!"

Vee unleashed a tantrum not dissimilar to those vented by Gardevoir. Perhaps that's why they got along so well, “No more half-measures! This is it! He's going to be my mate! He's going to look down and see me licking his cock, and know that there's no way that it could possibly mean anything other than me wanting him! And I don't care if I have to use Psychic to hold him down! I'm having my fill! I've wanted this since before I evolved! I've waited so long! I don't want to lose him to some other Pokémon! He's mine! A Human can have six Pokémon mates, right!? I'm going to be one of them! I was here first! I deserve it most!"

“How conceited…" Gardevoir groaned, “And you're a fool to subscribe to that whole 'six mates' thing. A Human is not worthy of even one." There was enough time for an intake of breath, despite such a thing not being required for the communication of not speech but thought, “Since… I suppose we could be called… friends… I shall be a passenger of your mind. I believe some encouragement may be required, so I shall at least see you as far as your… confession. Though personally, I anticipate your courage failing you before you even touch him."

Vee offered no resistance to the presence of her fellow Psychic Type connecting to her more deeply, rather pleased to have some support despite all of her bluster. It was the first time that Gardevoir had called her a friend, and that had done a lot to buoy her mood as well. Yes. Tonight was the night at last! After years of failed attempts, she was going to be satisfied!

The apartment was quite small, with only three rooms in its configuration. The lounge and kitchen were combined, and the bathroom an ensuite to the bedroom into which she now crept. The door was not fully closed, and made no sound as she slipped through, revealing a space scarcely large enough for the king-size bed her Master had insisted on buying when they moved. He was so worried about rolling over on top of her while he slept, and had made the hefty purchase for her sake – despite her usual perch being atop his chest anyway.

Now that precious spot was taken by someone else. While Olin lay on his back beneath the duvet, snuggling up to him atop it was the sleeping form of Dusty, the Lycanroc still clinging to his new Master even now. Bastard. To Olin he showed such affection and clinginess, a fierce loyalty he'd somehow earned through the course of a single fuck – yet with everyone else he was reckless and vicious, aggressive and provocative. 'Fighty' was the word that Gardevoir had used, and she was right, “Sweet dreams, you homewrecking prick!" She spoke the words into their psychic connection, utilising telekinesis to seize his Pokéball from the top of a nearby chest of drawers and tap the lupine male a little harder than was strictly necessary. He vanished into crimson light, the sphere encapsulating him shaking slightly.

She tossed it unceremoniously into a pile of laundry in the corner. Good riddance!

Olin was a particularly deep sleeper, but he still stirred slightly when the warm presence of the Lycanroc vanished from his side, his mane of golden hair falling from his face as he snuggled deeper into his pillow. He generally slept in the nude, and Vee was thankful for that as even someone so difficult to wake as her Master would be difficult not to rouse if she had to start trying to telekinetically finesse off his boxers! His feet were sticking out from the bottom of the duvet, and she found a spot between them to burrow under it.

The dull glow of her forehead gemstone provided her with enough light to see by, and the Sun Pokémon advanced up to the level of his crotch to survey her prize, placing her body between his legs. Even unerect, his maleness was quite large, nestled in a soft patch of well-trimmed hair and looking rather imposing for the little Espeon. Ultimately, her body was only slightly smaller than the Lycanroc, yet the male had the advantage of bulk while she was sleek and elegant. She swallowed, held in place as the enormity of the task she was about to embark upon weighed down onto her. There would be no going back after this.

She thought about wimping out and slipping away, finding a way to justify to herself that she was content enough with this intimate sight alone, but a voice materialised in her mind, their bond so close by the psychic link that the words of Gardevoir were as clear as her own thoughts, “What now?"

There was a mocking edge to her tone, and Vee would not let that stand. The prediction that she would not dare to touch him when the key moment came so close to coming true. She leaned forward, her nose twitching as she found his scent, the familiarity of it calming to her despite the slight undercurrent of the taboo. This close to his core, the sense of masculinity was more potent, and the smell of sex clung to her Master still, despite the shower he'd taken in the wake of claiming his Lycanroc.

On the other side of Wesson Town, barricaded inside the pillow fortress she had built within the confines of her four-poster bed, Gardevoir experienced the sensation of a mildly abrasive tongue pressed against the underside of Olin's flaccid shaft as if she was licking it herself, the scent of his body in her nose contested with the sharpness of her energy drink. It was here that she realised her tactical error. If she was going to support Vee through this endeavour and ensure that it all played out well, then she must endure this prelude before any confession even came.

Her inner voice echoed inside the mind of the Espeon, “How depraved… His scent alone puts you at such ease?" It mattered not her own impressions of Olin's smell, for the experience shared was more than merely scent, “Your devotion is wasted on him. You must be mad to find this so… intoxicating…"

Vee was scarcely paying attention to anything but the task before her, her heart beating hard and fast as adrenaline coursed through her body. She was finally doing it! The Espeon nuzzled against the maleness before her, continuing to apply gentle stimulation in long dragging licks, each pass pulling the loose skin of his undercarriage and drawing upwards all the way to the tip. She was a more feral creature than the Meowstic she was modelling the act after, applying herself to Olin as if grooming him, tending to his cock the same way that she would use her tongue to cleave her own cunt for relief.

There was little pleasure to be found in such technique, but Olin was a young man and the warm, wet, pressure of a tongue against his cock was more than enough to draw him into arousal, his manhood slowly growing beneath the ministrations of the Espeon. The increase in size stoked her feeling of trepidation, but with it came a budding arousal of her own. This is the cock that was going to claim her virginity, the womb-plundering shaft that would pump her full of incompatible essence. It wasn't like he could give her an egg, right? There would have been something on the news if a Human was knocking up Pokémon, after all. Probably.

His cock was quite large for a Human, but Olin was rather big everywhere – a towering man who made a religion of his physical training and had worked a manual job with plenty of heavy lifting for most of his adult life. Of course he was no match for a Pokémon, but his mass and his strength had always made her feel safe. From the tip of a fully erect maleness, she finally found his flavour, the musky and bitter taste of male seed. She'd hardly expected the sweetest nectar, yet it was nowhere near as bad as she imagined it might be either. In fact, the headiness and pungency of it seemed to wash over her, the feeling of adrenaline in her body turning to an insatiable lust as arousal wet her feline cunt.

Her eagerness had her focus on that spot, yet the rasping of her cat tongue against the head of his member had Olin stir and she soon ceased her motions for fear of awakening him too early. Vee knew what was next. Meowstic had never had much of a problem doing this, but her Master's cock was half the size of this monster! She smiled as she looked forward to reporting that fact to them, those curled lips then parting to engulf the head of Olin's masculinity, his flavour intensifying inside her mouth.

Her eyes closed and her body shuddered as that lustful instinct flowed through her body. It was the way of Pokémon to submit to Humans, and she now laid claim to her chosen Master by this intimate act. If her entire being was his possession, then she was owed this much in turn was she not? The excitement was wonderful, her hindlegs pressed together as liquid need soaked her thighs. Was it possible to cum just from sucking cock?

To be too ambitious would have her choke, and she'd learned that lesson well by watching other Psychic Types ply such technique, the Espeon slow and careful in her touch. Wary of the rasping surface of her tongue, she used the underside to lavish the head of his cock with affection, her lips closing about it to form a seal, and every drop of his essence savoured as she earned them. Vee's paws had found his thighs, and she'd not noticed the slight unsheathing of her claws pricking his flesh as all of her attention turned to pleasure.

Olin however did notice them. The man was drawn from his slumber to find no sign of Dusty at his side and a large lump beneath the duvet between his legs. This Lycanroc was insatiable! The submissive male had already celebrated his position as Olin's new Pokémon by clambering into his lap and intimately riding him to a shuddering bitchgasm before they had slept, and now he roused his Master in the middle of the night for more!

It was at this point that Olin blinked and reconsidered. Was he really going to complain that he was getting 'too much sex'? The Guide Project only required his presence for half of each week, and while he would be due in work tomorrow to provide further impressions on his time with Lycanroc, it wasn't as if a quick load into their muzzle would eat into his slumber much. His libido had been enhanced ever since his encounter with Goodra slime, and considering how amorous his thoughts had been of late, some relief would be beneficial to him.

Without such relief, he might even get so horny that he'd lust after Vee!

Since Dusty had enjoyed the fantasy of being overpowered so much, and still revelled in degradation even outside of that, perhaps this was another one of his desires? Well, if that were the case, then he had best continue to feign sleep and let his newest Pokémon have his fun. A sharper man would have noticed the distinct difference between Espeon paws and Lycanroc claws when plied to his thighs, but nobody could accuse Olin of paying that much attention. The blissful fool simply sank into his pillows and imagined the ways that he might fulfil the creature that he had now taken responsibility for. They deserved a reward for such spirited technique, after all – amateurish though it was. Perhaps it was Dusty's first time sucking cock? With such a large muzzle, he should be able to take much more than just the head…

Who cares? He was only partially awake, and the pleasure was quite enough to be pushing him towards orgasm. In the morning – after making sure that Dusty made up with Vee – he'd see about instructing the wolf Pokémon in precisely how he liked his dick sucked. For now, there was nothing for him to do but enjoy himself.

Vee was certainly doing so. His scent was overwhelming, his flavour an electric shock, the instincts of her body demanding absolute her absolute sexual submission. The Espeon wasn't quite bold enough to take him into her throat and risk ruining her first time by choking on him, but she leaned forward to at least draw as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, suckling lovingly as she managed another inch or so. She was going to cum. With no stimulation but the press of her thighs, her feline cunt was going to gush, and there was no stopping it. Perhaps it was for this reason that a species of Pokémon famed for noticing everything failed to notice her Master's wakeful state.

Determined not to find her peak alone, Vee intensified her efforts, abandoning her limited technique for desperate enthusiasm, a slight bobbing of her head having her lips stroke back and forth over the topmost third of Olin's cock. It was not long before she was rewarded. His orbs churned up a thick load of superior Human cum, and her cheeks bulged lewdly as it was delivered onto her tongue. Each vulgar rope weakened her knees and brought her tail high, and as she swallowed hungrily the seed she had so long desired, she found her own bone-deep climax. Her forehead gemstone shone brightly, and her pussy quivered as a wet mess of femcum doused her pressed-together thighs.

At the other side of Wesson Town, Gardevoir hugged her pillow tightly, her arms and legs crushing the soft fabric into her body as she shared that climax. Her cheeks burned in humiliation, orgasm finding her despite her mental rejection of the sexual submission into which Vee had been so consumed by. How could she look that oaf in the eye now that the taste of his seed on her tongue had made her cum? Damn him. Giratina take that fool!

Olin himself suppressed his slight snarl as his pleasure peaked, mistaking the glow beneath his duvet for the shining eyes of a Midnight Form Lycanroc. It wasn't until he pulled back that blanket to draw them into a cuddle that he realised who was truly between his legs, the Espeon meeting his eyes and tilting her head upwards from his cock, her throat bobbing as she swallowed the heavy load of cream he'd out there.

“VEE!?"

He called her name and lurched forward, but the Espeon was having none of it, an imposition of psychic force pinning her Master down. She took a deep breath, and envisioned a scene from a terrible action movie they had watched together, a sneering villain looking down at the heroes and declaring in a gruff voice, “You shall not escape!" She then followed it up with the jarring sequitur of that romantic radio-play, a saccharine sweet intonation of, “I love you." And then the threat of a victorious sensei from a martial arts flick in a heavy accent, “Stay down…"

Olin's head span. His Espeon had just sucked him off. He'd raised her from an egg, battled with her as an Eevee, and now she was licking the remnants of his cum from her lips. It seemed impossible. Ludicrous. Where had this come from? There hadn't been even a single hint! If Vee was pursuing something like this, then he certainly would have known about it before now. Oh. Of course.

“Vee…" He swallowed, “You don't have to do this. Dusty being here doesn't change anything between us. We're still best pals. We can forget that this ever happened – you don't have to feel pressured into-“

His jaw locked as the gemstone brightened, the Espeon about ready to scream in frustration. If there were any limits to Human stupidity then Olin had surely surpassed them! Kind and masculine, dominant and intimate – but a fool with a range of perception and insight comparable to an Oran Berry! She was going to make him understand!

Vee advanced up his body, her weight transferred to his chest, and a muzzle she had thoroughly cleansed of the seed she so craved was pressed against his lips. Psychic impressions had failed, her act of lust had been construed as desperation, and so she played her final card, returning control of his mouth to him before thrusting her tongue into it. She poured into the kiss every ounce of her love and her passion, every bit of her lust and need, making evident the sopping mess of her cunt against his abdomen as she ground down on his body. He'd indulged her for many romantic films, and in the voices of dozens of Humans, she repeated every confession from every one of them into his mind.

In Krieg's mansion, Gardevoir became conscious that she'd abandoned her grind against a now rather wet pillow and had now slipped her fingers into her human-like pussy for grander stimulation. Despite the sensation of disgust for her own hypocrisy, she couldn't stop herself, the psychic fairy brought low by the intimacy of that kiss, the passion of the Espeon's one-sided embrace. She had leaned too deeply into Vee's mind, and found herself caught up in an irresistible flow. For a year she had made herself ice, but just once, just this one time, she would melt. Tomorrow she could go back to hating all Humans. Tonight… well, it wasn't as if these were her own feelings. Right?

The psychic stream of shared experiences poured into Olin's head began to diversify, those many confessions separated by the intimate moments that Master and Pokémon had been through together. A litany of cuddles and closeness, every missed moment of romance, every failed pass that Vee had made, her frustration and her pining, her absolute love for him framed by a lifetime of commonality.

Olin was a fool, but even he wasn't that dumb. Vee had indeed loved him for years, and the moment that he acknowledged her feelings, it took only the smallest analysis of his own for him to realise that he felt the same way. Gideon had said that Pokémon use their sexuality as a means of deepening their relationships, so of course – this was only natural was it not? Vee was a creature of her own desires, and as her Master he had a responsibility of his own to see them fulfilled. She loved him. He loved her. A mated pair should fuck hard and often. It was as simple as that.

He returned her kiss with equal vigour as Vee watched those pieces finally slot together inside the mind of her Master, simplistic and perhaps a little vulgar though his conclusions were. The joy of it was intense, the moment that he skipped straight to the end state of a romantic relationship into matehood something which truly satisfied her. He was the Master. She was his possession. That was the dominance and submission of a relationship between Human and Pokémon, his natural place and hers, the true dynamic of what it meant for such a pair to be mated.

It was some time before she withdrew, proud of the transmission of feelings she had managed through her first kiss, the sensation of his smooth tongue against her rasping one, and the way that he had governed the motion despite the psychic pinning of his body. She shuffled lower to find his cock iron-hard, pinning it against his abdomen by pressing her own sopping feline cunt against it. Her gemstone was their only light, and the dull red glow of it illuminated his face as he affirmed at last, “I love you, too. I'm sorry for not noticing all this time… I wanted this as well, and I didn't even realise it. I guess that's maybe why I looked away from it so much… Can you forgive me for being such an idiot?"

The release of the psychic pressure pinning him down certainly seemed confirmation enough that she did, and Olin closed his arms around his precious companion, cuddling the joyfully trilling Espeon for a time and sharing another kiss before rolling over the smaller creature to lock her beneath the prison of his body. He lowered himself immediately, taking the lead in their lovemaking the moment that such a thing became a prospect, and parting her hindlegs to survey a distinctly inhuman pussy.

He was no stranger to the sight of it, the small and tidy opening splayed on occasion to display a light pink interior at times when the Espeon focused on her grooming, but he had never seen the surrounding fur so ruinously sodden outside of bathing, nor the miniscule clitoris which crowned it engorged to the extent of being even visible to him. He lowered himself and pressed his mouth to it hungrily, an intake of breath stirring the fine hairs of her crotch and filling his nostrils with the soft almost-lavender scent he'd always associated with her. He'd never quite been sure if it was her true smell or some psychic trick, but it now melded with the dull taste of psychic feline cunt.

It was a strangely muted flavour, yet the drawing out of Vee's pleasure from smooth and wet insides which quivered in the wake of his probing tongue brought with it a sense of resonance, the emanation of her feelings sharp enough for even him to be granted some insight into them. He could read her impending climax as those fluids began to gush forth, his thumbs spreading the small pussy wide so that he could watch the clenching of her insides around nothing with a domineering satisfaction when she came hard under his ministrations.

There was a sense of empowerment to it, particularly after she had pinned him down with psychic force. This small creature was at his mercy, his beloved Vee pawing at the air as her fluids pearled in fine and sensitive fur, her expression one of erotic pleasure, a melted look that he never imagined that she could ever wear. By Arceus – he wanted to fuck her until that look in her eyes was burned into them forever. He possessed her heart already, but his own Human instinct demanded more. He wanted to have everything of his Pokémon, and reward their devotion with absolute Mastery.

He leaned forward to allow her to place her paws against his chest, bracing his body from above and finding her small clit with his finger, pressing down and shifting his fingertip back and forth to toy with the Espeon. She squirmed beneath him, her psychic slideshows abandoned completely now for only the animalistic panting of a feral creature in heated need. He curled the digit into her feline pussy and he forehead gem brightened in response, the upwards flicker of practiced technique demanding her moans of pleasure.

Vee belonged to him. The absolution of that thought finally dawned on him. It was his right to fuck her, and hers to demand such pleasure of her Master. Dusty belonged to him as well, and he resolved to make perfect Human-owned cocksleeves of his precious companions. Everything that made the Lycanroc a male would be fucked out of him until he was an effete faggot devoted to his cock. And with Vee he would share the comfortable bond of lifelong lovers, their pleasure possessive and intimate, a romance to make up for so many years of unnoticed feelings.

She was cumming on his fingers, and he didn't let up his pace for a moment, revelling in a gaze from misty eyes, the overstimulation of his probing mitigated by sheer arousal. Despite her body only being a little smaller than the Lycanroc, her cunt was much tighter than his undertail, and Olin was resolved to bully her pussy into relaxed submission before he claimed her for himself. However many forced orgasms it took.

Far away, Gardevoir came again, her voice a ruinous moan. Tears streaked the sides of her face, her fingers probed endlessly at her spread pussy, the sensation of them a pleasure found in tandem to the sensations experienced by Vee. Her legs were weak and numb, the scent of a man that was not there addling her senses by the psychic link, the domination of a Human stoking the submissive Pokémon instincts which she had so long buried. Her hips bucked upwards, her feet flailed in the air, and she finally gave up her own masturbation to simply hold her legs spread and indulge in a shuddering orgasm at the phantom sensation of fingers plied to someone else.

Vee was scarcely coherent when Olin was finally satisfied, the man embracing her and rolling them over once more for the Espeon to find herself now atop his chest, his cock pinned between them both. His hand grasped her tailbase, his thumb coiling about it, and he lined up his maleness. The alignment was perfect, some synchronisation reached between the two as shared pleasure brought them closer, the first inch of his cock sinking into sopping tightness.

Yes! Yes! Finally! Lucidity returned at the sensation of a dull pain, Vee fixating on this moment of finally mating with her beloved Master. More of this pleasure would wash over her, he would fuck her until every ounce of her womanhood surrendered to him. She couldn't wait. She wouldn't wait! Vee forced her hips back, engulfing half of his length and unleashing a yowl of pain from her throat. Fuck! Maybe she could wait a little after all!

He embraced her, soft words on his lips, her body slowly getting used to him and yielding further. The sensation of pressure was tremendous, a bulge against her abdomen signifying his progress, but Vee would not be denied. Nothing less than him hilting inside her would satisfy her need! Yet before long, he seemed to reach his limit, with still a little more to go.

His cock took her breath away, her consciousness overtaken for a moment in pure white bliss as he found the entrance of her cervix and demanded entry. Yes, this was the only way that he could hilt in her, wasn't it? He would have to batter down the gates of her deepest core and claim her entirely, a Human-owned cocksleeve for her Master to womb-fuck.

Vee demanded it. She rolled back her hips, again and again, whining and moaning into his chest, willing her body to surrender, screaming at her flesh to take him deeper. This cock was hers! She was here first! She loved him the most! Every last inch of it was her right! She near screamed in satisfaction as Olin affirmed that by grasping at her hips and beginning to buck upwards into her stretched cunt with equal fervour, battling to claim what belonged to him just as she was to surrender his prize.

The pain was not insignificant, her small pussy spread to its limits, her insides coiling about his cock, and the bulge of her abdomen a lewd mass which fucked the breath out of her on every thrust. But the pleasure was overwhelming. If Pokémon were made to submit to Humans, then her body must be designed to yield to the cock of a dominant Human male, must it not? The thought of such instinct-deep submission had her tail flick high above her, and her body quiver in another gushing orgasm.

That was enough for her insides to slacken, and with a great upwards slam and a drag of her hips towards him, Olin achieved his victory, claiming her cervix as if he were penetrating a second cunt deep inside her core. The man snarled, his triumph leonine in tone, his great effort rewarded by a pleasure so different to any he had ever experienced before. He held Vee to him tightly, “You're mine. This cunt belongs to me…" He squeezed her body, “I'm going to fuck you every way you can imagine, Vee. You're going to be my submissive pleasure-addled mate…"

What more could she ask for than that? Her heart wished for love and romance, but her instincts demanded absolute submission. As her dominant male, it was Olin's right to train her pussy, her throat, even beneath her tail, to service his pleasure. But she had no room to fantasize, another yowl town from her throat as he lifted her body and slammed back down, his cock again breaching her innermost depths as a steady round of thrusts beat her insides into ruined capitulation.

The noise was a lews and sloppy slapping as her femcum-drenched fur descended into his abdomen, the scent of his masculinity and her own sexual surrender a lewd musk heavy in the air. Olin took his beloved mate in his arms, drawing himself up into a seating position as he supported her entirely in his lap. He forced her head down to survey the great bump of her abdomen and the strained spread of her pussy, and he womb-fucked the submissive Pokémon like the Human-owned cocksleeve she'd dreamed of becoming.

He'd Goodra slime to thank for his increased sexual stamina, a second orgasm which was always long in the coming made excruciating as he worked himself up to the apex of his pleasure. Vee's gemstone was dimming, her consciousness fading as his womb-plundering cock forced her into each peak of pleasure. Some instinct told Olin that the greatest would not come until he pumped her full of his incompatible seed, and when that climax came he was proved absolutely right.

His snarl evolved into a roar of pure domination, his embrace crushing the small Pokémon against him as his cock delivered the most copious load of cum he'd produced in his life directly to the womb of his submissive mate. A gemstone which had began to dim brightened to a blinding shine, her scream a perfect full-body orgasm as that bulging abdomen increased further inside, the tightness of her entrance plugging her cunt for his seed to swell the Espeon lewdly.

In his mind, he heard a voice, shouted out at the moment of her climax, in a definitively female tone, yet entirely unfamiliar, “MASTER!"

Their psychic resonance faded, and Vee collapsed atop him, robbed of consciousness as her body and mind finally surrendered completely. Her Master unsheathed his cock to survey his handiwork, her small feline pussy gaped wide and leaking a thick river of his essence to make a mess of fur she had always paid such attention to grooming. He took her into his arms, overtaken by his own exhaustion and resolving to tend to such mysteries as 'where the hell did Dusty go?' tomorrow.

Across Wesson Town, Vee's loss of consciousness cut their psychic connection, and Gardevoir collapsed onto her back, her chest rising and falling as if she had only scarcely survived an intense Pokémon battle. Her sheets were a mess of femcum, her fingers connected by strands of liquid pleasure, her legs held open to show off a cunt forced to orgasm to phantom pleasure over and over again. Her energy drink had spilled over her side, and she'd destroyed her favourite pillow by embracing it a little too severely as well.

If Vee had noticed that she'd stuck around as a psychic passenger for the whole thing, she'd made no indication of it. Gardevoir had done her best not to pass any comments either, as to not draw attention to such a thing. Perhaps this one indulgence was safe? Tomorrow, she would float into the office, insult Olin, and everything would be the same.

Gardevoir winced. She called to her mind a vision of that Human, and now her thoughts immediately drifted to the sensation of being pinned beneath his strong body. Vee had felt so owned. So safe. She couldn't be jealous. Of course, the Espeon was simply delusional. Humans could not be trusted. Even if they seemed kind and loving, even if you could call one your mate, they were all liars.

But…

She replayed the memories of that womb-plundering fuck in her mind, and found her hand drifting to an empty human-like pussy that craved the sensation it had experienced only as a phantom pleasure. Her fingers curled into her femcum-slicked cunt.

It wasn't like anybody would ever know…

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Thanks go to User Aaronn97 for supporting Espeon as a choice! The idea of a shared sensation comes from User TheLastFirstborn, so thank you very much for that as well! Special Thanks go to User Etnom1 for the encouragement. User EWEW for the support of Lycanroc. And User NoNoNope for a very enjoyable exchange about settings.

Thank you as well for every fave, vote, folder subscription, watch (I'm closing in on 400!), comment, and every read as well. I really rely on the comments for ideas and suggestions, and aside from a few story exceptions like Vee, every pokemon that appears in this series is chosen by you! Please pitch your favourite Pokemon, kinks, and scenarios in the comments - I always read them before choosing something for the next chapter. Next up is a male... something. What it is depends on what you pitch! (I have a few in mind from previous comment sections, but every bit of expansion helps - I want to service the requests of those reading this as much as I can). Even if you've requested something before, feel free to add more detail!

There have been a few requests for Gardevoir, and I'm looking forward to eventually getting to her. Maybe a few more chapters before she cracks. Thank you again for the support, and I hope that those reading had fun with this, and please look forward to the next one!

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