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Becoming champion seemed like a natural thing for Raleigh. It had been easy - or at least it seemed that way if you listened to his take on it, but that was just how it was when you had an image to keep as a cool, hip Pokemon trainer.

Raleigh looked out through the glass dome, taking in the vista. The tropical paradise of Alola sprawled beneath, islands pocked with lights, giving the effect of stars above and below. Close at his side, delicate and lank, his beloved Decidueye took in the same view with admittedly less excitement as her trainer. She was glad just to have the battling done and over with.

Although Raleigh had never nicknamed her, he was incredibly close to the owl-like Pokemon in his presence. He gently stroked along her nape, soft white fingers sliding into the green down covering her like a cloak. A soft noise answered his touch, sweet and affectionate from deep in her breast.

The human smiled. It was a smile he employed often in socializing and battling; it tended to earn him things brute force wouldn't. It worked mostly because he was a prettyboy by any stretch, athletic and average in height with well-groomed auburn hair grazing his shoulders. He rubbed around the bird's neck more firmly and cooed to her, "Here we are with this big throne room a-a-all to ourselves..."

The Decidueye looked up at Raleigh. Her stiff beak couldn't smile but her eyes could and presently did. Much like her trainer touched her, she touched him, tracing downy fingers along his breast, touching his narrow lines, following them through the sweat-stained muscle tee clinging to his skin. His body was familiar to her - intimately so. A churring sound escaped her, growing nearly imperceptibly louder as she trailed her fingers and eyes south to the indistinct shapes of his groin. Faded jeans, thin in the knees and ratty at the ankles, kept him decent. Her soft touch on his privates would, she knew, coax him to change that.

Raleigh was a tease before anything else. He pushed his pelvis insistently into the owl's touch and peeled his shirt up and off, exposing his shallow abs and pecs. Taking stock of his Pokemon's blush-hued face, he chuckled and asked as he had many times before, to the point of it being a ritual between them: "Still can't figure out how a fly works? Guess I'll show you one more time." The Decidueye huffed.

Moving to stand just before the champion's - [i]his[/i] - throne, Raleigh opened his fly, patronizingly and sardonically telling the Pokemon what to do each step of the way. How to pop the button; how to pull the zipper down without snagging its teeth; how the denim flaps needed to be pulled apart not so much for function but showmanship. She listened without really listening, enamored more by the sight of her trainer's erection making a spectacle of itself in a cherry-red jockstrap. The owl unabashedly loved the size and especially the smell of her master's cock.

"Go ahead, now. But be extra good to it. This is a [i]champ's[/i] cock now, y'know."

She noted the relish in her master's voice. He was enjoying himself to an almost absurd degree, but she with her silent poise was ever enamored with (and sometimes inspired by) his attitude. She grasped his ragged jeans around the belt loops and tugged downward, freeing her master's thin hips. The jockstrap was still an obstacle, but one she felt more inclined to savor than solve as quickly as possible. Gently she pushed him back, making the backs of his knees bump the edge of the throne. Raleigh sat, bare bottom resting on that sacred cushion.

Pleasure ran high in the Decidueye's eyes, but it never impinged on the steadiness of her touch. Legs locked, she inclined herself and caressed Raleigh's member through the sweaty cotton of the jockstrap, coaxing moans and huffs from her trainer. Precum oozed through the fabric, soaking into the owl's down. Feeling the wet warmth on her digits was lewd but thrilling. She understood how taboo sex with a human was - even as commonplace as interspecies love was between Pokemon - and though that was a familiar pleasure to her, it was the fact that it was now happening in the champion's throne room which elevated the sin to new heights.

Clutching her trainer's clothed cock between both soft hands, the Decidueye looked up at him thoughtfully. Respect seeped through her stoic mask, betrayed with near-exclusivity by her eyes.

Raleigh rubbed her head, smoothing down the decorative quill on her crown only for it to spring up again like a cowlick. "You know I couldn't have done this without you, right?" He smiled and winked. It was enough to make her look away, almost certainly blushing.

She hooked her imprecise fingers into his jock's waistband and peeled it downward. His penis, fat and uncircumcised, sprung free and slung a runner of bitter-salty precum across the thick plumage of her breast. She inclined further, bumping the downward curve of her beak into the head of his penis, peeking from its puckered foreskin and of a mildly purple hue. A scent of masculinity, vaguely metallic and extremely bitter, filled her head and made her shiver.

The Decidueye squatted and licked her master's cock. The foreskin rumpled under her tongue. Precum dribbled from the glans incessantly, graciously but reservedly consumed by the Pokemon. She braced one winged arm on his fancy chair's seat, clutching his balls with the fingers of the other. They were heavy but fairly taut, resting in her downy palm with a neatness which made it seem as though she were built to pleasure him. The quiet but enthusiastic moans she was spurring him to lent the silly idea some credence.

Raleigh stroked her head and again played with her quill as she pleasured him. He licked his lips and glanced out the glass dome, already feeling bored with the grand panorama he'd earned. "Mmm. Come on, hot stuff," he huffed, doing his best to sound coy and not desperate. "I'm the fucking [i]champion.[/i] Don't I deserve more than just this lollipop stuff?"

Amused though her face wouldn't show it, the Decidueye nodded and segued into a dignified, respectful bow. She maintained her elegance even as she climbed into the chair, resting talons on the cushion and palms on the human's shoulders, but most scandalously resting her vagina against the dampened swell of his shaft.

To both Raleigh and his Decidueye, sex felt so very right. The Pokephilia taboo did not enhance their lovemaking; it needed none, as far as Raleigh was concerned, though to fuck his Pokemon in the hard-earned champion's room did add a certain thrill. He would have been pleased to know she shared the same opinion.

Hands on the owl's hips, so slender as to be unnoticeable, Raleigh whispered, "Take it slow. We earned this."

She nodded, inclined to agree, and lowered herself against him. His cock pushed through her downy fluff, easily entering the obscured slit of her cunt which lust and love had rendered slick. A quiet trill was her lone concession to pleasure. She began riding her master slowly, rising and falling like the reliable steadiness of the tide. And much like the tide, their delight ebbed and flowed together, marked by gentle hisses and moans from Raleigh's thin lips. He pressed them into the dense fluff of her neck, chaining kisses on her delicate flesh.

The Decidueye slid her winged arms around the human's shoulders and she continued to bounce a slow and steady rhythm she often employed, one venerated and vindicated by countless orgasms from her trainer. She trilled again, closing her red eyes to hide the sordid lust in them. She was wet, amazingly so, and each bounce on his penis was as smooth as velvet. She knew she couldn't last for long.

Raleigh petted down her back and under her wings where the sinew was most delicate. He nibbled her neck, kissed her here and there, whispering soft nothings all the while. These utterances were far removed from his cocksure persona and the Decidueye understood them to be the real Raleigh; her master was, in fact, a very considerate lover whom saw her as more than a mere Pokemon. She showed her reciprocation by riding more quickly.

"Mmm-mmm... I love you," Raleigh muttered, eyes closed, face pressed into her featureless breast. "Fuck the championship. You're all I really need."

Kind words, and the bird had heard similar declarations in the past. She believed it every time. Her rhythm did not quicken again; she rode him no harder, either. There was, in fact, no appreciable passion added to the lovemaking... but the Decidueye did indeed love her trainer very much. She held him firmly and bounced efficiently. Her orgasm was close.

Deep in the tight, wet warmth of the owl's body, Raleigh's cock throbbed powerfully. She was snug enough that his penis was throttled at times, and with the squeezes came more needful throbs. Runners of precum added to the slippery sheen of fluids along his shaft and her inner walls, ensuring a perfect ride. He was close, just as she was, and he muttered as much into her breast.

The bird opened her eyes and looked dispassionately at the backrest. She stared at it without really paying attention; it was something to anchor her eyes to as she focused on the ride. Like mercury rising, her pleasure was growing higher and hotter, soon to peak and take all her hard-earned composure with it. The very concept of breaking down into sexual bliss was mortifying if not for the fact that her beloved and trusted master was the only one ever to see her in such times of weakness. She held fast to him.

A shudder from the human, and then he tried to buck upwards into his Pokemon. He did very little to help himself long, not even upsetting the Decidueye's rhythm, but his contribution was noted by her. He groaned sweetly into her neck but said not a word as he came, letting the happening speak for itself.

Meaty throbs, heavier than usual, started off Raleigh's climax. His penis, engorged to capacity, pushed implacably against the Decidueye's supple vaginal walls and caused her rhythm to falter. Before she could reinstate her ride, the most important and notable part of the climax came: he shot into her. Thick ropes of hot, white seed gushed forth, filling her incompatible body in the most intimate way possible. She rolled back her eyes and allowed herself a shiver, and she tried to push downward, to take in more of his dangerously throbbing cock, but she found that her legs had locked and her loins were quivering. He had set her off in climaxing himself.

The Decidueye trilled a final time and tossed back her head. Eyes squinted shut and with a click of her beak, she suffered an orgasm of outwardly mild proportions. No noticeable wetness coated Raleigh's cock. She clenched firmly but gave no further indication of her release. Every nerve alight with pleasure, she leaned heavily on her trainer, causing him to rest back in his throne.

Raleigh petted her slowly, murmuring sweetness. He stared placidly into her fluff. Being the champion was wonderful, but some things were better than world renown.