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It wasn't in her nature to see something through; that was what Izumi thought of herself.

She didn't believe that she was going to have any luck with her continued path as a Pokemon Trainer, but after a long conversation with herself and a much longer evening with her Lycanroc, Hunter, she'd come to the conclusion that she needed to switch gears, and this time, she was determined to stay the course from the very start.

It was a new beginning—pursuing the life of a Pokemon Breeder—but no matter where it ended up taking her, she was motivated to give it her all, as much as she'd ever put into anything.

“No more head in the clouds," she whispered. “Keep your legs churning forward, and other than that, keep those feet on the ground. You know what you need to do…and it's not gonna be easy at the start, but you just need to get after it."

She didn't have the time to wait for someone else to come along and give her a pep talk, and she couldn't sit around and wait for life to give her a sign about which direction was best to head.

“…It'll be you and I, Hunter. As long as we've got each other to keep company, maybe I won't be so lonely on the open road."

**

It started with trading away any loose attachments that she had; that part was almost freeing, in a way.

Izumi was far from a cold and unfeeling person, so even the lesser creatures that she'd captured over the years were difficult to let go. Most of those trades yielded only smaller amounts of money, but each trade was another meal, another night off the streets, and eventually, another pad in her bank account, as she tried to pull herself back out of the hole.

Just as she imagined, having Hunter by her side made for easier days and—for all the wrong reasons—longer nights, but she never regretted waking up underneath her favorite Lycanroc…or next to him, if that was the position they preferred.

She would have been glad to fall asleep in his lap, but where that position was easy enough to manage, falling asleep in that way would have been one hell of a trick.

“I know, I know…I don't wanna get out of this bed, either, but checkout is coming up and we've got scouting to do," Izumi muttered. “Let's go take advantage of the free water and hit the bricks, okay? I've got a good feeling about this week."

-

Monday started with that long, steamy shower, with Izumi cleansing herself with all the liberty of someone who didn't have to pay the water bill.

She knew that Hunter would be right by her side, and it wasn't at all surprising to feel the end of his muzzle between her thighs as she rinsed, going after the warm, steamy hints of her scent that were scattered by the haze, but for that day, Izumi was all business.

She'd been on the hunt for work as a Pokemon Breeder for almost three months to the day, and that dedication was starting to waver, even if it was in silence.

Her last attempt at meeting up with someone to discuss those specifics ended with her being rushed out of town, with a pair of angry citizens yelling after her about what a twisted person she was for even thinking about trying to help humans breed with Pokemon in the first place.

That was a stronger reaction than some; most just turned up their noses at the idea or wrinkled their expressions with obvious disgust, but anyone that was remotely interested either didn't have the funds to play along, or seemed too nervous to actually commit to the idea, once push came to shove.

I really am a giant screw up, she thought. Why can't I ever get anything right? Am I gonna fuck things up all over again?

It was a fair concern for Izumi, who was beginning to worry that any attempt she made at bettering her life was doomed to end in failure…but with Hunter at her side, keeping her encouraged, she was trying her best to keep the faith and take that next step, believing that this week was going to be her week.

-

Izumi was repeating those words in the back of her head, over and over again.

“I can't believe it. I can't fucking believe it."

She was sitting at a table in a café, just a few blocks away from the local Pokemon Breeding center…where she'd just found herself tossed into the street, yet again.

“What in the world was I thinking?"

Her fingertips tapped on the side of her cup, but she couldn't bring herself to lift the refreshing drink to her lips.

Her other hand was rattling over the top of the table, as nerves continued to creep out of her, despite the close proximity of Hunter.

He rubbed against the side of her knee and let out a series of low, soothing rumbles, but the usually comforting growls of the Lycanroc weren't proving enough to encourage Izumi into feeling better, much less to get her to pick her chin up from the table, quite literally.

Being the faithful companion that he was, he was going to stay by her side through thick and thin, no matter how tough the times were, but until his master was ready to get up and turn in for the day, he would wait with her, knowing that patience was the thing Izumi needed.

It wasn't Hunter's comforting presence that finally caused Izumi to lift her chin off the wooden surface, but the fact that another drink was placed on the table, in front of the seat next to her own.

“You must not be from around here. I don't think I've ever seen someone try to drink their tea like that."

There was an obvious, perhaps deserved hint of snark in that voice, but it didn't quite reach the point of mockery; Izumi recognized the words as the conversation starter they were meant to be.

“The tea smelled wonderful, but now that I'm here, I just don't have the appetite for it," Izumi explained. “Not really feeling much for conversation, either…sorry to disappoint you."

She was going to make a run-on about how that was the only thing she was good at, but she talked herself out of it, preferring to look up from the table to at least offer a half-hearted smile at whoever had come to chat with her.

Izumi didn't recognize the woman, but the more she thought it over, the more she realized that being alone with her thoughts and wallowing wasn't going to fix anything.

“But…if you really want to sit here with me, I suppose I'm not gonna stop you."

Hunter perked up right away, just to see Izumi sitting upright in her seat, but the stranger still had a bit of concern tugging at the corners of her lips.

“You'll have to forgive me for intruding, then. I didn't mean to interrupt…whatever it is you were doing just now…but my name's Amaya, and I just so happened to see you over at the Breeding Center down the street."

Izumi was just giving her tea a chance again, when she was forced to bite her tongue, for fear of spitting out her drink.

Gulping it back in a haste, she began shaking her head before giving herself a chance to explain why. “Listen, I…I don't-"

“Relax," Amaya butted in. “Yes; I overheard what you suggested at the Breeding Center, and yes, I am entirely aware of the taboo nature of the activities you recommended."

“Then you know what a risk you're taking by coming and sitting with me in the first place," Izumi noted. “At the rate I'm going, there won't be a city in the world where I'm welcome to get a room or a bite to eat…I'll have to live under a tree along a quiet route somewhere or something."

“Don't be so sure about that, young lady. What's your name?"

“Izumi."

“And his?"

“Hunter."

“Quite the loyal companion to stay by your side when the chips are down, Izumi. He must love you with everything he has."

Izumi knew the implication behind those words, even if Amaya wasn't making the sensual expression that Izumi would have expected.

“…Look, whatever it is that you're getting at, I just don't want any trouble, okay?"

“I'm sure you don't. You two look like you've been run ragged by the world around you, so…I'll keep this as short and sweet as I can," Amaya offered. “Were you serious about the suggestions you were making? About the connections that you think Pokemon and their trainers can have?"

There was more curiosity than concern in the voice of Amaya, prompting a hesitant Izumi to swallow back her doubts; she had so little left to lose that simple policies like being honest were all that she could turn to.

“Y…yes. I was. I've heard of places where humans and their Pokemon can develop stronger relationships, that way…but I don't know where to find any of them, and every time I bring them up, it seems to make things worse than the city before. I'm genuinely starting to run out of places where I feel safe even talking about it."

“It's the kind of thing that really divides people, but…lucky for you, you happen to be talking to someone that's on your side of the line, Izumi."

Izumi didn't have to ask if Amaya was serious: the disbelief painted on her face said more than enough.

“You're not the only Pokemon Breeder in town that takes their title so literally," Amaya explained. “I've worked with plenty of professional breeders before, and been in relationships with more than a few of my Pokemon…and I can honestly say that I don't regret my choices in the least. I did what was right for me, and what was best for my Pokemon, and I stand by that."

“…You…y-you're kidding."

“Not in the least, Izumi. I know why you'd be hesitant to trust someone—anyone, really—on the subject of this, but…I'm not kidding when I say that I've maintained a relationship with more than a few of my Pokemon, and even allowed several of them to have a go at me at once."

The mere mention of such a concept was enough for Izumi to lean her weight against Hunter, wondering how she'd ever be able to handle more than one such creature at a time.

“You see…the plentiful varieties of Pokemon and their unique abilities means that, for the most part, there's no shortage of ways that we, as humans, can connect and become intimate with them. There's no doubt in my mind that Hunter has you on all fours at least once a day, but there's more to sexuality than bending over and letting a dog work out their canine urges on you, isn't there?"

For her, Hunter was enough.

Izumi wasn't just telling herself that—it was a truth that she'd known, in their tight-knit relationship—but it didn't mean that she found anything wrong with fantasizing about other creatures and possibilities.

She didn't want to denigrate Pokemon into being extensions of a fetish, knowing that some were made to be exactly that, but she would have been blind to overlook the advantages of creatures with hypnosis built in to their attacks, tentacles emerging from their flesh, and cocks that were of so many shapes and sizes that she'd likely never be able to experience all of them.

“There could be more than that, but I wouldn't begin to know where to look for people who agree with that notion," Izumi finally gave.

“You're looking at one right now," Amaya reminded her. “As far as other people with similar interests…I don't suppose you've ever heard of the Sapphira Region before, have you?"

Izumi considered herself a worldly person, but she still gave up the truth, when push came to shove. “Can't say that I have, other than a little bit in passing," she confessed. “Is that a place that I should know about?"

“It's a place you'll be a lot happier with, once you do know about it," Amaya claimed.

“Really? But it's so…isolated. I've heard that most trainers don't even bother with it because it isn't a part of the League in the first place."

“It's not, no…but that's not the drawback that you think it is, Izumi. You're still thinking a bit too much like a typical Pokemon Trainer: we need to get you thinking more like a Breeder."

Izumi snickered. “Just not a typical one of those, though…right?"

“I think you'll find that next to nothing is typical about the Sapphira Region," Amaya continued. “You see, they pulled out of the League some decades ago, but it wasn't because of a lack of interest from other trainers. If anything, the way that people live there was encouraging more and more trainers to give it a try, and once upon a time, tourism was booming…but the League higher-ups didn't approve of the way that trainers were behaving with their Pokemon, after even a brief visit. They threatened sanctions, the regional government beat them to the punch, and now, it's isolated, but peaceful…and everyone there thinks and feels that Pokemon are deserving of love, the same way that you and I do."

Having finally given her tea another chance, Izumi found herself biting back on yet another spit take.

“You…y-you can't be serious."

“As a matter of fact, I treat it as my only line of work. I'm employed by an organization that seeks out well-meaning breeders like you, with the interest of giving them the chance to turn their appreciation into a unique and fulfilling career; you wouldn't find that kind of opportunity anywhere else in the world."

“Given the way that my luck has been treating me recently, I hope you'll understand my being a bit…hesitant," Izumi said, trying her best to come up with a polite word for her skepticism. “This all sounds a little too good to be true."

“Not to make that much more a skeptic of you, but they'd pay you to relocate, as long as you were okay with living uptown in an apartment. It's no ten acres with a wraparound porch, but…you've gotta build up to that sort of thing, you know?"

Izumi wished that she could take Amaya at her word—the woman seemed to offer no ill will—but after months and months of strife, it felt too convenient for someone to appear and provide the answer to her prayers, all without asking her to change a thing about herself.

“Pretty sure that it's not the kind of thing that someone like me could ever build up to," Izumi caved. “I appreciate the thought, though."

Amaya was used to seeing the struggle of those who looked to an alternate path through life. It never became any easier to watch a tired soul in the middle of their most difficult hour, but she wouldn't be so easily talked out of doing something nice for Izumi.

“Tell you what: I don't know what you've got planned for the evening, but how about you come back to my hotel room, take a load off, and we can have a quiet, peaceful time getting to know each other better? No more pressure about the breeder thing; just a distraction from whatever's been bothering you."

Hunter was already on board, rubbing into Izumi's thigh and panting quietly against the heated comforts of her lap…and if only for his quiet approval of Amaya's company, Izumi was willing to give the woman a chance.

“Not sure that hanging out with a breeder and a bunch of their Pokemon is any sort of way to get away from what's bothering me," Izumi admitted. “But…you're really sweet to offer, and I'm sure your hotel room is nicer than mine, if you actually have a job."

“Been a long time since someone cared more about the quality of the room than the company," Amaya teased. “I sure hope I can change that before we turn in, for the night."

Izumi wasn't planning on staying the night in another woman's room, going into the plan, but then…nothing that evening was going to plan.

It was just one more way that she was learning to adapt on the fly, but for the first time in a long time, she was putting herself and her mental health first.

-

Though hers was the nicer of their hotel rooms, Amaya hadn't invited Izumi up to her room just to show off the digs.

She meant it when she said that she wanted them to have some fun with the evening, and given the subject matter they'd been discussing at the start, she had a feeling that Izumi knew what she was getting herself into.

“You and Hunter really do share a special bond, don't you? I've seen married couples that weren't as close as the two of you are."

With the door closed and locked, and the bedroom suite containing the pair of young, charged ladies, Hunter found himself as something of the lone wolf in the room.

He was being as good a boy as he'd ever been, sitting by the edge of the bed, right next to the deep, scooping chair that Izumi was taking the proverbial load off in.

“I can't imagine life without him. To be honest, I felt a little remorse about some of the others that I traded away, but we needed to make ends meet…I would have given up a lot more than I did to take care of him."

“I feel the same way about my Meowscarada, Clover. As much as I've had a wonderful connection with plenty of other Pokemon over the years, she's the first one that I would have called a true lover," Amaya said, her voice shifting away from the sensual, flirtatious overtone it once held and embracing a similar quality to Izumi's own longing. “But…as well as she and I get along, she's quite the affectionate little thing; I bet she'd warm up to you in a heartbeat."

Izumi blinked.

Only then could she tell just how hungrily Amaya was gazing upon her, but as Clover was released from her ball, there was a second set of eyes that looked to Izumi as though she was more a conquest for the taking than a person made for friendly conversation.

“You're not…uhm…y-you're not really suggesting what I think you are, are you?" Izumi asked.

“And why not? I'd love to see what you've taught Hunter to do, and I promise you'll find yourself in good paws with Clover, if you're willing to give her a try."

Izumi wouldn't be able to deny her curiosity—one sniff from Hunter, pressed against the covered mound of her womanhood, told of that—but she was possessive of her Lycanroc, to say the very least, and still wasn't sure how she felt about experimenting with any other Pokemon, much less a female.

She would have had a choice in the matter, either way, but Clover was already approaching her with a sultry pump in her walk…one that seemed too sensual to have been learned for the sake of seducing other Pokemon.

“She…s-she's rather persuasive, isn't she?"

“But respectful. She won't take things any further, if you just want to put on a show for the two of us; seems Hunter wouldn't be opposed to that."

Just feeling the warmth of his breath on her covered mound, Izumi would need some sort of relief before the night was through, but she was in the mood to try something new, in the hope that her continued pursuit of new passions would unlock the life that she and Hunter deserved.

“Fair's fair, right? I can't go h-hogging the both of them," Izumi suggested. Feeling the soaking warmth of a tongue against her shorts and the pressure of a soft, green digit moving right next to it, she ruffled Hunter's cheek and pointed him toward the other chair. “Hunter, please…g-go…go show Amaya how much we appreciate her for being such a gracious host."

Their connection was evident all throughout, but never more so than when Hunter—the loyal boy that he was—needed an extra push on the rump to turn his sole focus onto Amaya.

“He's quite the little gentleman, isn't he?" Amaya noted. She was in a hurry to strip out of her own shorts and panties before the Lycanroc had a chance to reach her, and by the time his slow trot brought him to stand behind her, she'd already dropped to her knees, knowing plenty about Lycanroc breeding habits. “Does he get right to work, or does he sample the goods, first?"

“Depends on his mood, but seeing how you're new to him, I'm sure he'll want a sample, first…oh…o-oh…h-hello, Clover!"

As the long, soaking pressure of a tongue rolled over the naked petals of Amaya's womanhood, a similar, but much greater pressure settled against the peak of Izumi's pubic mound, bringing extra blood flow and attention to an already tender passage.

“And hello to you too, Hunter. That's no ordinary little taste…y-you…you know just how to touch a woman to make her toes curl, don't you?"

Amaya was feeling hasty, making her a suitable partner for a Lycanroc, but she wouldn't complain about a few extra minutes of deep, soaking foreplay, bringing her up to speed with a coating of spittle that only added to the natural moisture of Amaya's soaking folds.

She would have been more than ready to take Hunter without that touch, but as her fingertips scraped at the carpet, she thanked her lucky stars that he was so well-trained; Izumi, it seemed, was well on her way to being one of the best breeders in the Sapphira Region.

“He's…he's a natural talent, I assure you," Izumi claimed, though her own words came with a new labor, as Clover's rolling pawpads worked the young woman into a quick frenzy, going after her sex through two layers of clothes.

The longer Clover rubbed and rolled her digits, however, it seemed that no amount of clothing would be enough to keep the Meowscarada from getting to the heart of her new, human companion…though she wasn't concerned with trying to go through Izumi's stomach, despite the pressure she placed just below it.

“…You taught her how to make you squirt, didn't you?"

Hunter was moving that much deeper into his new friend, pushing his tongue so far through the petals he'd been offered that Amaya was getting the pleasure of being penetrated, without having to wait for the tip of his cock to get the job done.

She was already looking back over her shoulder, lusting at the possibility of how massive his canine-shaped cock would be, but she'd come to find a new appreciation for the oral delights that a Lycanroc could provide.

“S-sure did," Amaya confessed, wearing a proud grin, to boot. “And she c-can…do it, too…if you're willing to put in the work."

Both breeders had their work cut out for them, but where Amaya had some previous experience with canine-leaning Pokemon, Izumi was breaking new ground from start to finish.

She'd never known the pleasures of another woman before, but Clover wouldn't follow all the same rules and lines that a human woman would have.

Instead, she kept rolling and pressing that paw, knowing by Izumi's expression alone that she was getting to the young breeder without a single act of penetration…and where some would have argued that Pokemon didn't have sexual encounters for the sake of pleasure and arousal, Clover was wearing such an obvious grin that Izumi didn't need to see or hear any other evidence.

“Meow…meow…"

To hear the encouraging purrs of the Pokemon, however, was a welcome surprise, indeed.

“She's not just good at this, s-she…she wants this," Izumi claimed, telling Amaya something that she already knew. “The way she's looking at me, it…it's like she's already fantasized about this, before!"

“I have a feeling she was sizing you up from the moment we saw you at the café," Amaya suggested. “And the way Hunter is c-cleaning me out, I have to wonder if he was…d-doing the…same…ooohfuck, he's going for it…h-he's mounting me!"

Amaya's voice bordered on panic, as the weight of the Lycanroc shifted toward the front half of her body. Front legs draped over her torso before paws hooked back, locking around the insides of her thighs to ensure that no single inch of his length would be denied her.

The tip moved against her body so smoothly that she struggled to imagine a more satisfying penetration, but that didn't mean it was easy: she'd gathered a pillow to herself, biting it to avoid the scream that she knew would follow, when the plentiful inches of that canine tool pounded into her body.

“Don't worry, Clover…I…I'm sure that your master is in good paws," Izumi told her, seeing how the brilliant, green feline checked back over her shoulder. “Hunter is a good boy…I'm sure the two of you would have a wonderful time together, as well, but you'll have to forgive me for being a bit…greedy with you."

Clover wouldn't have wanted it any other way, but to hear that confirmation offered up by Izumi, she was that much more relaxed around the new breeder.

Anyone that Amaya trusted enough to bring back to her hotel room was already in good company, but for Izumi to give such clearance, Clover threw away the rest of her inhibitions and climbed up the seat, pushing the end of her muzzle right upon the billowy lips of the bewildered human.

A kiss? I didn't think Pokemon shared affection like this, but her touch is so tender, so practiced…how many times has she done this?

Izumi became utterly lost in her thoughts for a moment, but the delicate nibbling of feline fangs against her flesh brought her back to the matter at hand, and the aggressive treatment of the Meowscarada.

She could tell that Izumi was eager enough by touches alone, but she wanted her new companion to know that the feeling was mutual…and fingertips that had been clutching the arm of the chair in their elation were pulled up and forced between the thighs of the eager Pokemon, all of her own volition.

Clover wasn't afraid to keep taking the lead, but she was rewarded for her efforts as Izumi did the best that she could, mimicking the angle and curl that she would have used for her own pleasure…and much to her continued delight, she felt the immediate, soaking grip of the Pokemon against her digits, encouraging her to try that much harder.

“I had a f-feeling you two would g-get on just fine," Amaya noted, but she couldn't offer the sort of tease that she wanted—hers was a strained and exhausted voice—as she took inch after inch of Hunter's impressive cock, hammered into the floor by the weight of his rapid thrusts.

He wasn't being any gentler with the new girl than he would have been with Izumi, and with the wrong girl, it might have been too much…but an experienced breeder like Amaya was pushing back against Hunter's thrusts, wanting to grant him as much as of that forbidden pleasure as he'd already pumped into her.

It wouldn't be any small feat, even for someone of Amaya's experience, but her inner muscles seized up against that cock the best that they could, hoping to match even an inkling of the pace and pressure that such a glorious shaft could provide.

She was entirely beholden to the weight and strength of the beast above her, and yet, as she heard Izumi and Clover moaning into each other's mouths, just on the other side of the suite, she felt like there was nothing she couldn't do; as if she was driven by the fulfillment of her purpose, as much as her arousal.

“Sounds to me like m-maybe I've convinced you to g-give this lifestyle a try, after all," Amaya teased. “And I'd say that Hunter is already…on board…o-oh…fuck…fuck, yes! He's such a good boy!"

The bulge of his knot provided such a challenge for tight, eager petals that Amaya wasn't going to let her greedy body dictate matters: she'd do whatever felt right for the Pokemon, and that was what made her one of the best breeders, even among those who made the Sapphira Region so famous in the first place.

Izumi would be rising through those ranks quickly, as far as Amaya could tell…and though they were muffled by the settled weight of lips rolling against lips, Clover was moaning out all the approval that Izumi could ever need.

With fingers thrusting deeper into that soaking flesh and pressing upon the hidden treasure of a g-spot, Izumi was proving herself every bit as worthy a breeder as any in the region, and Clover, for her part, was grateful to have her knees resting on the seat of the chair; they would have buckled beneath her, otherwise.

Of course, Izumi would have dropped to her knees well before then, if not for the seat that she'd taken. Her presence there wasn't enough to keep Clover from worming her digits under the waistline of her shorts for a deeper, messier feel, and where pressing against a pubic mound was enough to get Izumi going, it was the rolling of a thumb against her clit and the curling of a digit against her own g-spot that had her worried about the mess she was going to make.

She tried her best to make a panicked warning about the squirted juices before that pressure became too much, but she could already feel Clover pushing away at those shorts the best that she could…and when they were only around Izumi's knees, the Meowscarada decided that was far enough, putting that paw right back to work on Izumi's chest.

“Damn…c-couldn't quite hold a t-tie with him," Amaya groaned, as she felt warm, plentiful strands of cum pouring across her insides, only to jettison right back out of her stretched, gaping entrance, aided by the pressure of such a violent orgasm, and the knot popping right back out of her body, complete with the messy spop she'd been hoping to hear. “We're definitely gonna have to pay extra for the carpet cleaning fee, aren't we?"

Hunter would have plenty more to give, but as his master gave up a muffled, climactic squeal to Clover, he turned his head and watched as much of a gush as he could see, beholding the first, clear squirts of feminine ejaculate—Izumi would be just as guilty of the mess—but hers would be a little easier to contain, thanks to Hunter's efforts.

Still throbbing and leaking, the Lycanroc eased back from Amaya and turned about, moving right between Clover and Izumi, burying his muzzle between their two sets of leaking, messy folds…and dedication like Amaya had never seen was on full display, as Hunter earned his title of “good boy" in blissful, slurping fashion.

“…Well…d-damn…you really are the center of attention, aren't you, Izumi?"

**

By the time the newfound friends made it to the bed, they were reconsidering the second round that they'd been thinking of.

To simply lie together in a pile, enjoying the warmth and comfort of their Pokemon, was good enough for Izumi and Amaya…but where the former was still in disbelief at what she'd just done, the latter was in disbelief that it was Izumi's first time branching out in such a way.

“I promise I won't push it too far, but…the Sapphira Region really is just like this, Izumi. Lots of like-minded people that won't have any problem with what you're trying to accomplish. They'd even encourage you…and my company would have no trouble ordering a one-way travel ticket for you."

It would be a long ride across the ocean, but one that would change Izumi's life for the better.

“Just let me know if that's gonna be by air or sea," Izumi joked. “I can't wait to see what's in store for us, there."