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Olin Catley stood at two metres tall, a giant of a man with a physique that would have a Machoke incline their jaw in acknowledgement of his finely sculpted musculature. In another world, his features would have been called Nordic, his skin pale, and his mane of hair a golden blond. His small beard was well groomed, his eyes a deep blue, and the kindness of his expression undercut the imposing nature of his large and powerful body. He was a lover, not a fighter, and he'd the good fortune to have not once in his life ever had need to make use of his fists. The thought of hurting anyone was deeply unpleasant to him, and he sometimes wondered if his lack of belligerence antithetical to his strength.

He clenched and unclenched his fists now, looking down at his large hands in thought. Just as there was a Pokémon instinct for submission, there was a Human proclivity towards domination, and when Olin indulged his mastery, he found a strange aggression would well up inside of him, a surging drive foreign to his tepid nature. It was a terrible need, a desire to subdue and possess, to control and to own, and that position of dominance had been melded so thoroughly with his sexuality over the last few months that a relationship outside of the power dynamic he'd grown so used to now felt strangely unnatural. His Pokémon had awoken something inside of him, their hedonism drawing out aspects of himself within sex that didn't exist outside of that.

Sweet and submissive, his lazy Espeon would provoke him into a womb-plundering fuck that would leave her twitching and barely conscious, her human-owned cunt and gaped undertail leaking a deluge of male essence in the aftermath of their marathon fucking. The Olin that ruined her so completely felt different to his usual self. Powerful and masculine, assuredly dominant, a true Master that demanded absolute submission of his Pokémon just as they wished for his control. This was the man that would grab his Nidoqueen by the back of her head, carefully avoiding her poisonous spines, and force her wide mouth into the seeded holes of his previous Pokémon whore to clean her, before hiking her tail up to take his turn with the matronly reptile as well.

His Cinderace and Lycanroc had been getting along well, the pair of servile males would tangle their legs together to present tight and needy holes for his enjoyment, their small cocks grinding against one another to make a mess of their abdomens in a quagmire of steadily leaking precum. The canine Pokémon liked it rough and hard with a litany of filth growled into his ear, the lagomorph preferring an intimate and tender lovemaking session. Neither of them had much stamina. In fact, none of his Pokémon really seemed capable of keeping up with him, reaching orgasm quickly and repeatedly, creamed and conquered and left in his wake.

He'd find his Lucario masturbating to the scene in some hidden place, peeking in on his pleasures from the balcony, within a wardrobe, behind the curtains, beneath the bed, and one time somehow inside the ceiling. The greatest slut of them all with a weakness for pleasure that would render her so desperate for cock by the time that he reached her that quaking legs could not even bring her from the floor. She'd slather his crotch with grateful licks, her canine cookie grasping at nothing in a quivering orgasm from naught but the stimulation of pleasing her mate. She liked his cum most on her face or sprayed over her abdomen, and the Lucario would rub it into her fur in some lewd provocation of the other canine Pokémon on the team. Despite everything, they still seemed to be at odds.

After slamming down an energy drink (Gardevoir had given him something of a taste for them), he'd wander into the apartment next-door to find Mewtwo, the porn-addict certain to have some new and depraved video to showcase to him along with a request to be placed into the same role of sissified submission. His masculinity was to be denied, 'good girl' whispered into his ear to every paradoxical stroke of his cock until he broke down to the full-body pleasure of a shuddering bitchgasm. And then another. And then another. Their slaveplay had become more and more involved these days, and Olin had begun to experiment with all sorts of orders, from chastity and depravation to the most erotic shows of self-pleasure.

The Human may only have three shots in him before he was done, but the refractory period had been growing shorter and shorter as his daily routine of pleasing his collection of mates settled into his norm. These days, by the time he finished foreplay on the next Pokémon he was ready to fuck again, and the only hurdle to overcome was his own physical stamina in keeping up the domination of his physicality and powerful thrusting of his hips. But when it was all over, he's always get that little moment of clarity where he recognised the gap between who he was inside and outside of sex.

He certainly wasn't timid. And there was no yielding submission to his nature either. If he had to put his finger on it, he'd say that what was missing from his usual self that was so obviously present during sex was a drive. An objective. When he mated, he had a clear role for himself and a clear goal in mind, a picture of the person that he was supposed to be and a roadmap of pleasure to fulfil that ambition. But his regular life was somewhat meandering. He went with the flow, and while he wished wholeheartedly for the success of the Guide Project, and wanted to oppose the Bent Bill (and Team Nuzlocke as well), it was difficult for him to visualise what he was supposed to do to achieve that goal.

Ace, his Cinderace, had really helped to turn that around for him. His obligation as a Master only began with the rhetoric of Gideon Gladhand, the demand that he be worthy of the hearts dedicated to him. What he needed as a leader was a direction for them all, a way to help them achieve their individual dreams alongside his own. Dusty should have space to fight and pursue his ambition of being the strongest, Ace can chase his fame, Lucy indulge her lusts, Mewt his submission, Vee her sloth, and Lady… well, excellent housewife though she was, he'd do something about that secret lean towards Pokémon Contests as well!

As for that vague notion of his own of seeing the Guide Project to success and throwing the gauntlet at the feet of the Bents? Well, he'd do that by kicking Samantha's ass in the Wesson Town Spring Tournament – and by adding as many Pokémon to the growing roster of the publication as possible between his matches! It was precisely that which he was now preparing for, the next Pokémon having requested quite the elaborate scenario of him. He examined his costume closely in the body-length mirror before him, making sure that everything looked about as authentic as he could make it.

A white shirt and black tie pressed down beneath a thick defensive vest, dark work pants and heavy boots, he fitted his cap carefully and ran his fingers along the tools at his waist. Handcuffs, nightstick, torch, and a few other miscellaneous devices that he didn't know the names of never mind how they were even supposed to be used. It was a rather generic security guard uniform, the type that one might wear when stood at the entryway of a government building, important location, or even just a particularly affluent hotel.

Tonight, he was to patrol the interior of Lastwall Manor, and he was expecting a 'thief'. An earpiece connected him to Krieg, the absent master of the house, his voice interrupted briefly by the slurping sound of Gardevoir who chugged an energy drink while sharing the line. Her telepathy wouldn't reach this far, but the two of them were together at their government conference and the wispy man would be able to translate for her, “Sorry we're still tied up in Mystic City. Well done winning your first match, though! Blastoise, Venusaur, and Charizard all at once is such a classic team composition, and you did well to win! At the very least we'll make it back in time for the finals, so make sure you keep winning so we can see you battle. Gardevoir is very enthusiastic about it! She can't wait!"

The crumpling sound of her can made Olin unsure if she was embarrassed that the truth had been spoken, or angry at being misrepresented. Knowing her, it was certainly the latter. Right? Regardless, Krieg continued, “I can see Zoroark on the cameras, he's just hopped the gate and entered the grounds. Are you ready? I know this one is a bit much…"

Olin smiled and nodded his head, knowing that he too was under observation from the many cameras involved in the security system of the manor, “I've gotten a lot better at this roleplay stuff since my first time with Dusty. I got a good lecture from Devon and Reynard about restraints, too. I'm gonna do my best to make this precisely what Zoroark wanted!" He pumped his fist enthusiastically, “Where'd you get all that stuff to fill up the room I'm bagging him in anyway?"

“The sex toys? Oh, they're all Gardevo- Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay! Okay! It was just a joke! Mercy!" The muffled thumping sounds of her punching his arm were potent enough to make it through the microphone, “Fine. I ordered them in for the Guide Project as a business expense after Sylveon. It felt like a good idea in the event of encountering a Pokémon that was interested in this sort of thing." There was a slight gasp of discomfort and the ruffle of him rubbing his bicep, “This Zoroark wants to be a Show Pokémon. He's quite interested in theatrics, which is why you've got such an elaborate scenario for him. I'll be in your ear, but without Gardevoir present there isn't much of a safety net, so be mindful of that if the claws and fangs come out. Don't forget his safegesture. Ah – bastard! We left that window unlocked for him and he broke it anyway! Olin, make sure you really let him have it!"

There was a light noise which sounded like Gardevoir's muffled laughter, and Olin found himself smiling as well. He liked that laugh – always so serious, the moments when she smiled were rather precious. And then as it always did, his heart twisted uncomfortably. One day, some other Master would possess her and take her somewhere far away. It was a thought sobering enough to have him scowl and pull down his cap. He'd been told on occasion that he looked like a small-time henchman from a bad spy movie, muscular fodder for the hero to demonstrate his strength by easily triumphing over. But right now, the unpleasant feeling in his chest reflected on his face in a look that made him appear truly villainous.

“I'm going."

Across the manor, Zoroark took his first tentative steps into the access corridor, carefully avoiding the shattered glass scattered over the plush crimson carpet. The moonlight streaming in from behind him allowed the Pokémon a brief glimpse of his reflection in the fractured material, and he swayed back on his claws to survey himself once more. Every Zoroark had the Illusion Ability, the power to disguise itself as another Pokémon, with some practiced enough to even assume a Human form. Unlike the Psychic Type power of simply fooling the mind of the beholder, this was a true illusion, indistinguishable from reality to the extent of deceiving even technology and able to provoke physical reaction from a mind fallen for this trickery.

He could have chosen any guise, but for him there was only one that would do. This Zoroark was cursed with a plain appearance, with nothing to have him stand out at all from the default of his race. In fact, he had heard one Human say that he looked exactly as a Zoroark should, and that had stung him deeply. Plain and boring? Normal and common? No. This would not do. In his mind he was a star, unique and proud, a showman that hoped to make those same Humans that had called him stock and standard reel in surprise! Well, he had never heard any Human except that first one say any of these things, but he was sure that they were doing it! If one single Human had once told him that he looked just like his Pokédex entry, then surely, they were all whispering it behind his back! Nasty words like 'average' and 'run-of-the-mill' and 'unremarkable'! He would show them all!

A shiny was profoundly rare, sought after by a veritable deluge of questing mates and met by kin with admiration reflected in their gaze. And so, he disguised himself as a shiny Zoroark, deep blue where one should find red, his eyes a piercing yellow rather than the colour of a clear sky. Upon his cheek, he had made a star marking, something to make him stand out even more. He'd seen that same Human that had called him 'default' again the next day, and received a new evaluation in 'looks like a DeviantArt OC'. What a fine compliment! Whatever that meant (for Zoroark had no idea), it was surely a mark of extreme stature to be regarded as such a thing! No wonder the Human had cringed so hard afterwards! Shame, clearly! Their humiliation was complete!

Grinning from the memory, he abandoned the allure of his reflection to carefully creep deeper into the Human nest. Wishing to be a Show Pokémon, this Guide Project was a chance for him to prove his acting chops and indulge in the fantasy of submission to a worthy Master simultaneously. Ah, but he should do away with that thought of this simply being a scenario. He must be entirely absorbed in his role! Zoroark was not some horny Pokémon here to get his rocks off! He was a noble thief stealing a fine treasure from an evil Human! Yes. He nodded his head. Become the character.

And so, he did.

His senses sharpened to their apex, his nose twitched, and his ears strained to take in every sound, keen night-sight making the dim mansion as bright as day to his eyes. The layout was committed to memory from a previous visit some time ago in the company of the wispy man that had dared to call him that awful 'default' word. Yes. That was his motivation – the thing that Human actors were always harping on about! Revenge! It was certainly why he'd smashed the window anyway. What was a little larceny to go with breaking and entering? Maybe he should leave a calling card, too? Use his claws to carve a little star on the wall?

Though, if the reputation of this large Human was to be believed, then his calling card was more likely to be a puddle of cum on the carpet. Ah. He shook his head and slapped his cheeks. No, that wasn't a thought in keeping with the scenario! Zoroark steeled himself again, “Stay on track. You're not a horny Pokémon hoping to get mated into submission by a big strong Human that caught you stealing! You're a noble thief! An illusory bandit! The first role on your path to stardom!"

That little slip aside, he at last brought his focus entirely to bear, and fully immersed himself in the feeling of being someone else. Zoroark the Thief advanced along the corridor as quiet as a Ghost Type. His objective was to be found in one of the smaller rooms at the heart of the manor, a quiet spot filled with Human treasures with only one entrance and no windows. To a Pokémon it was a treasure vault. To anyone else, it was a storeroom impressive only for its largeness. Though, in a mansion such as this, everyone was rather big anyway.

He found the door quickly. More quickly than he would have liked. The fantasy of Zoroark the Thief was quite enjoyable, and the feeling of invading this Human nest as an untouchable shadow brought with it a wonderful sense of superiority. So consumed in his character he was that he even evaluated the risks. Inside this room he would be vulnerable, with no way out if someone were to enter after him and block the exit. As a Pokémon, there was no move that he could level against a Human – and he would be completely at the mercy of anyone that would capture him. How awful that would be!

His lips pursed slightly as that last musing invaded his mind, dripping with a potent irony. Away with you, horny thoughts! You are Zoroark the Thief! He turned the brass doorhandle, the passageway opening under the glide of silent hinges to reveal a room lined with shelves, at the heart of the space a container which could only be called a treasure chest was placed. His smile became a grin. Wonderful. What was less amusing was that when he bent over and laid his hands upon the latch, they were immediately adhered to the box… and then sucked in.

Olin chortled to himself at the sound of a startled yelp from afar. He may have been tracking the invading Pokémon through Krieg's running commentary as the wispy man watched the cameras by remote, but that sound meant that only one thing could have happened: The Ditto that he'd employed to play the role of a Mimic had successfully sprung its trap. This one was a little flourish of his own, inspired by just about every videogame of a certain genre ever made, and one which would be impossible for a mostly wild Pokémon to predict. His pace became a leisurely one as he closed in on his prey, his mind working on what would be the most appropriate opening line for the thief he was about to apprehend.

He paused before the door, the presence of Zoroark made clear by the grunting desperation of the thief attempting to free himself of his confines, so panicked that the idea of making use of a Move had escaped him entirely. What would be best? To creep up behind him, or to announce himself loudly? Well, booting down the door might be a bit much. Kommo-o might have been forgiven for her destruction of the drawing room as a wild Pokémon with a problematic body, but it would be quite another thing for Olin to break the mansion by intent. He chose a middle ground, pulling the door open and pausing there to observe the struggling thief before him.

His forearms had completely sunk into the Ditto, the creature maintaining the shape of a treasure chest and further adding to the confusion of a Zoroark unable to identify the true nature of his adversary. His hindquarters were neatly presented, a creature that would stand at about the level of Olin's chest low as his claws scrabbled against the carpet for enough purchase to free himself. There was an ephemeral quality to the fur, a flickering in the dim light streaming in from the windows of the corridor that made it impossible to determine what his true colour was. Red or blue? The illusion malfunctioned under fear, yet there was enough pride left in the fox for him still to dedicate his power to the disguise.

“Stop right there, criminal scum!" Of course, he couldn't resist. It had been hard not to laugh during the delivery, especially when Krieg howled through the headset in mirth and the firm slap of Gardevoir facepalming came through as well. It probably would have been impossible to continue with 'you have violated the law' while keeping a straight face, so Olin instead gave voice to the scenario, doing his best at a haughty tone, “Such a foolish thief. Of course you would fall for this most simple of traps!"

He addressed the hindquarters of the struggling Pokémon, his voice finding some menace, “You've caused a lot of trouble for me, and I'm going to have you pay me back a hundred times over. You troublesome Dark Type! Today was your last day of freedom!" His lines had been concocted by a rather enthusiastic Mewt, perhaps a little grandiose for Olin, but this overture was important to set the scene, “Perhaps if you grovel and apologise with your head bowed, I might have some mercy on you… No… on second thought – there shall be no mercy at all!"

Zoroark the Thief strained all the harder. He'd never encountered a Ditto before and had no idea what his paws had completely sunk into, his face desperately leaned away from the chest which had engulfed his forearms for the fear that it might drag in his whole body and suffocate him. It was a terror that made the scenario feel real, sharpening the image of the character that he had formed inside his head. Yes. He was a cunning rogue that had caused a lot of trouble for this guardsman! The deep voice behind him was the sound of his nemesis revelling in a victory long pursued and now finally won. He was going to payback all of his misdemeanours? A hundred times over? Never!

He growled his defiance, and that growl became a startled yelp as the Human passed him by and slapped the cheek of his presented behind on the way, the rock of his body having him jolt terrifyingly close to the chest. His eyes were cast upwards to take in the sight of him, the villainous looking man removing a cap from his head, holding it out with a smile, and then dropping it onto the top of the chest. It was engulfed instantly. And then, with a small amount of transparency Zoroark was allowed to watch it dissolve in the space between his captive paws.

His voice came unbidden, a terrified response beyond the scenario that he had anticipated, “Oh, Arceus! Please no!" He could scarcely move his claws inside the slime creature, but the sensation of being entirely at the mercy of the Human was immediately overwhelming. Defiance was replaced by leg-shaking fear, his illusion continuing to stutter as he fought to maintain some sense of dignity, “Please don't let it eat me! I'll do anything!"

Of course, to Olin Pokéspeak was nothing but a gibberish of animal calls, but expression and body language was more than enough for him to get the gist of the wonderful cliché being uttered, his own natural intuition quite precise as well when it came to this sort of thing, “First, let's see if you're hiding any Held Items!"

It was another ploy suggested by Mewt, an opportunity for him to casually explore the body of his conquest under the guise of patting them down. Olin grasped the side of their pointed muzzle, a little strength in his fingers bringing their face closer to the chest with the threat of pushing their head into it, but only for a moment before his fingers found their lustrous mane. A voice commented into his earpiece, “Zoroark tend to be quite communal – they'll hide young Zorua in their mane. Do be careful exploring in there. It's been a while since he's been in a Pokéball, and they've a habit of picking up all sorts of things."

A problematic feature of the Pokémon, this Dark Type demonstrated something between kleptomania and hoarding, Olin's entire arm vanishing into the enormous mane and immediately encountering a few objects that he removed with care, “Berry, berry, berry, a shoe, AH! – a shard of glass!" Well, Krieg had warned him, “A spoon, an empty can of Powerthirst, and… that's it." He piled up the debris, quite impressed that the vulpine creature could move so silently with so much carried, for even when they struggled there was no sound of them jingling together. Next came the fur of the chest and shoulders, thick pauldrons that resisted his fingertips but were ultimately clear.

Quite entertained, Olin now set his hands at either side of a thin body, tracing a narrow abdomen upwards to comparatively meaty thighs. No tail. It always seemed strange to him that Zoroark didn't have a tail. Still, it made the rather alluring butt much more accessible. While properly hurting a Pokémon was against Olin's nature, his conversation with Devon and Reynard had helped him work out exactly what his limits were, and a firm swat was well within them. The slapping noise and jiggle was quite entertaining, along with the desperate scrabbling of claws to prevent the Pokémon ending up headbutting the chest.

It was here that the other side of the man stirred, that driven desire to make all his own. He was hardly the sadist that the Delphox had once asked of him, but the whining of the creature at his mercy spoke to some male instinct inside of him. Zoroark was indeed entirely at his mercy, and even if it were not the contrivance of an erotic roleplay, it was Olin's right as a Human to dominate this Pokémon entirely. His hand lingered on their thigh, his fingertips burrowing into the fur, “I can do whatever I want to you…"

Zoroark gulped. A scenario made real by the terror of the Ditto was brought into reality in full by a revelation that he had shared as well. This Human really could do anything to him, be this a game or not. He growled in resistance, his illusion sticking at last and his fur bristling. But his traitorous haunches raised upwards and swayed, “D-damn you, Human! I am not your toy!" He could feel the tip of his vulpine cock begin to emerge from his sheath, “H-how dare you! Release me!"

The role of a fantasy thief added flavour to desire, “What have you done to me!?" He'd heard that a Pokémon would break quickly to the sexual advances of a masterful Human, but the character he had become allowed him to keep his mind from descending completely into the surrender that forced the instinctual rise of his hips, “Please!" More begging, “Please! Mercy!"

Olin released the Pokémon, turning to a shelf of items prepared in advance, “I did promise you payback. Let's start with your punishment…" It had been impossible for him to miss the swelling of that vulpine sheath even in the gloom, an arousal come in the wake of threat and force. The paddle that he took up was small in his hand, and he swept it through the air experimentally just outside the view of the Pokémon. Interesting. It was Olin's first time using such a thing, and the slight whistle of the flat swishing through the air was surprising for such a little thing. Perhaps a little less intense than his palm. At least to start.

He took position at Zoroark's side, and without warning made his first strike. A glancing blow against the thigh. Damn. Aiming with this was harder than expected! Though, the large man was admittedly a little clumsy at the best of times. The second stroke was true, and brought with it another almost feminine squeak from his captive. It was adorable. Pokémon were sturdy creatures, but Olin had enough strength in his arm for these spanks to be meaningful, “Are. You. Sorry. Yet?" Each word came with a strike, a yelp, a sway, and another little protrusion of crimson cock, “Are you getting off over this? You filthy thief?"

“N-no!" He lied with all of his heart. It truly felt that his life was in the balance, but in the absolute absence of control, there was a strange feeling of freedom. Zoroark was unburdened by his helplessness, his fate so entirely within the whims of the Human that it wasn't even worth worrying about. All that existed was the sensations of the moment, and everything was heightened. The plush carpet beneath his claws, the warm grasp of the slime creature binding his arms, the scent, voice, and presence of the Human, and the pained sting left in the wake of their strikes against his exposed rear. His instinct for submission drove his small vulpine cock to complete erection, the knot emerging now from his sheath for his length to sway beneath him in the rhythm of the spanking. The pain was nothing, scarcely anything compared to the Move of another Pokémon, and yet it made more clear than any words the power dynamic between captor and captive.

“Only a shit thief would get caught by such an easy trap. You'll make a much better whore." Olin found himself to be grinning. He was really getting into this, the idea of playing a role to the satisfaction of his partner. Or perhaps it was just an excuse to indulge himself in this new and unexplored aspect of his own mastery? Would Vee make such adorable squeals if he were to set a paddle to her haunches in this same way? When Pokémon generally had such a tremendous natural lean towards submission, playing to that with these demonstrations of absolute control would probably be quite nice for them. He filed away that musing for later, the behaviours of Dusty and Mewt particularly starting to make an alarming amount of sense.

“I don't understand! W-why am I hard!? I-I don't want to be a whore!" His own instinct for submission was a foreign thing to a Pokémon that had never had a Master of any type, and while Zoroark the Pokémon had constructed this scenario to experience exactly that, Zoroark the Thief was as confused and desperate as he was horny, “My mind is going weird! This wasn't how this was supposed to go! I'm supposed to struggle valiantly! Arceus! Help me!"

The paddle was cast aside, utilised for scarcely a dozen strokes before Olin resorted to the force of his palm, his next strike ending with his hand lingering at that presented ass to lewdly grope his conquest, “Yeah. That's what you are from today on. I caught you. You're at my mercy. So, I get to decide. You're a Human-owned slut. A pet whore. A sex slave Pokémon that's going to learn to be grateful for the cock that fucks the manhood out of you!" Another strike, hard enough for their cheek to skim the chest, and the slime to pluck a few strands of fur.

That was surprise and pain enough for the illusion to break, the shiny blue cladding of the Zoroark dispelled, the obnoxious star marking of their cheek fading to nothing. Olin certainly wouldn't have called the Pokémon beneath him ordinary – not by virtue of their body, but by the truly expressive countenance that panted now with such need. His tongue was lolled out, his eyes filled with tears, nostrils flaring with every breath, drool falling upon the chest to vanish as Ditto absorbed it. It was a deeply erotic ruin, and Olin had yet to even start.

“Aren't you a pretty one?" His voice turned lecherous, and he relaxed into the position of dominance that had become so natural for him, “I bet you present like this for all of the males in your tribe. Do you make the same face as this when they fuck you?" Olin continued his groping, his hand sliding around the meaty thigh to explore the thick fur of their crotch, finding a pair of small orbs and capturing them in his grasp. A light squeeze provoked a gasp, and then a stronger clutch drew forth a yelp, “No, that's not it. A natural whore like you just showing off your hole and taking it? I bet you're much more active than that."

He rolled those small orbs in his palm, and he wasn't gentle about it, “I bet you ride cock like a true slut. An effete little fucktoy like you probably seeks out the bigger Pokémon, too. Is that why you came here thieving to begin with? Did you want to be caught and fucked by a Human with a real cock instead of those pathetic little clit-dicks you're all armed with?" He released their undercarriage to trace his fingers along a small knot, down the shaft to the head of a tapered crimson cock, “Not even the length of my pinkie finger. Are you sure you're even a male?" Olin mocked, recalling some of his feminising encounters with Mewt, making clear their place, “Pathetic. This is what you're really for. Nothing but a fuckhole for superior Human cum. I'm going to train you into a proper vixen. And that starts by emptying these…"

His hand returned to their orbs, squeezing again, and this time slowly massaging the wellsprings of Zoroark's masculinity in his palm. The scent of an aroused beast began to spill forth in the small space, precum pearling at the head of the bobbing cock and leaking down the length to be lost in the fur of their crotch. Olin cast his gaze back to the shelves, evaluating the toys there. Perhaps he should increase the exposure and the sense of vulnerability? The idea held and after another squeeze he then abandoned the Pokémon to see to the tools. Krieg's voice came to his ear, “Oh, mind the claws when you use that one." And Olin was wary indeed when he took up the metal bar he'd retrieved.

A little beyond shoulder width with a manacle at each end, it was easily applied to the ankles of digitigrade legs, the spreader bar keeping Zoroark presenting and unable to close off access to his lower body. No such attempt had come so far, but when the untouched cock throbbed to divest a steady stream of precum, Olin knew that the right choice had been made in the withdrawal of even that small amount of agency. Domination and control went hand in hand for mastery it seemed, and this fox was evidence of that indeed, “Oh, two fingers…" He muttered the mantra under his breath, remembering the lesson he had been taught to leave at least that much space in restraint gear.

Zoroark gasped, the shock of this further immobilisation bringing some clarity back to his thoughts. This noble thief would not surrender so easily! He attempted a growl, but another grasp of his orbs turned it into a pitiful whine, “I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll never steal again!" So much for not surrendering easily, even though it was a lie – at least for the character he was playing, “P-please!" He hesitated. Let me go? No, that wasn't what he wanted to beg, “Please touch me more!"

It had all been gentle caresses, restraint, words in his ear, forceful slaps, and rough fondling. But nothing that would allow him to cum despite the promise to empty him out. What was the Human going to do to achieve that? His anticipation built into an arousal that had his small cock dripping with need. What was the Human doing? It was a query answered when a finger made sloppy with an abundance of lubrication was roughly twisted into his exposed hole, the upwards canting of his palm allowing more oil to flow into him as Olin defeated the instinctual clamping down of his insides with forceful penetration.

“F-fuck! It hurts!" Despite his words, his cock disgorged another great throb of precum, but the feeling was gone all too quickly as Olin withdrew, “N-no!"

The indentation of his opening flexed over nothing, the slick feeling of ample lubrication inside of him reminding Zoroark of his time beneath males of his own species. Pokémon were inherently self-serving when it came to pleasure, and he could expect no such buildup and foreplay as this from another Zoroark. It felt quite alien to receive such a thing at all, an exoticism unique to Humans manifested into this playfulness. Perhaps that was what made Pokémon bow in sexual surrender so easily when paired with one? He'd no time to ponder that when something new pressed against him, and then slipped inside his body.

A small orb, perhaps the size of a marble. And then another slightly larger. And then another. He was dimly aware that they were connected together somehow, each pressed into his body by the force of Olin's thumb, “W-what is that!?" Bead by bead he was filled, until after a few more they became large enough for each insertion to be impactful, “Ah! Ah! Ah!" He was about to cum, yet the Human seized his orbs in his free hand and squeezed hard to kill his orgasm, “No! Please! I need it!" His whining voice was incomprehensible.

Olin was having quite a time. He'd never used beads before, and finding the right angle to press them into the squirming Pokémon was proving quite the challenge as he reached the larger offerings. The last was about as large as a Pokéball and it required the entirety of his palm to shove it into the lesser male. Yes, shove. This Zoroark clearly liked to be handled roughly, and Olin played to that, demonstrating his power over his captive, “A good vixen can take cock of all sizes. It's about time for your punishment!"

Maybe he should try this out on Mewt sometime? He'd promised him some discipline too, after all.

His hand found the twitching cock, fully encompassing it knot and all within his palm, and he draped his body over the Pokémon to better grasp at it. And then with the remote in his off-hand, he pushed a lever up through the displayed numbers.

“AHHHHH!" Zoroark came immediately as the largest bead inside him throbbed forcibly against his bitch button in a ruinous vibration, his meagre cock erupting with cream inside Olin's hand. His thumb moved again, the next number linked to the next bead, the throbbing vibration advancing into his body with each upwards count, and then drawn back down again as he pulled the lever back. The flowing vibration was fucking him without the beads even moving, “I'm-! I'm cumming! Fuck! Ah!"

Another orgasm chained right after the first, ushered on by the undulating grasp of the Human's hand about their cock as he squeezed in time to the shifting vibrations in a masterful application of pleasure. Olin rumbled with amusement, “That's what happens to failed thieves like you. But that is what you were hoping for, isn't it?" He found that powerfully sexual part of his psyche and embraced it, “This is what you're for." Telling a Pokémon their place always had some reaction, “Whining and squirming and cumming. A lust-drunk little vixen." He growled softly, repeating his intent, “I'm going to fuck you dry."

Zoroark could scarcely comprehend the words. The character that he had embodied still smouldered with some defiance, but the submission of his instincts demanded that he grind his hips upwards and moan like a lifetime Pleasure Pokémon. The fantasy layered over his desperate pleasure, “Yes! This is what I'm for! I wanted to get caught! I wanted you to turn me into a slutty Human-owned vixen! My little cock is just a toy!" His self-degradation encouraged another shuddering bitchgasm from him, his maleness throbbing painfully as the vibrations forced him into cascading climaxes, “I can't go back to Pokémon anymore! I need a Human to master me and make me into his pet! I feel so helpless! I'm so happy to be used!"

It was a surrender that Olin had heard all before – the Pokéspeak a language that he could not grasp, but the exasperated sigh of Gardevoir over the headset and his own intuition letting him know that the moment of true submission had come. He reframed adoption to match the fantasy, “I'm going to train you into a proper cocksock and auction you off to a Human that'll fuck you until you forget that you're a boy." He bit their pointed ear, rocking them against the chest that they instinctively recoiled from still, “Or maybe I'll just feed you to Ditto here."

A face had appeared on the lid of the chest, and the simplicity of it was oddly terrifying. Zoroark jolted into another orgasm, fear sharpening the fantasy again. He was a captured thief, mated hard and retrained into a ruined slut, and this Human was going to fuck him into a vixen worthy of being sold off to his kin! What future would await him there? Perhaps his destiny as a Show Pokémon would be one of lewd entertainment indeed…

His imagination ran wild. Zoroark hated his plainness, endeavouring desperately to prove himself unique. His illusions would allow him to play any part, but what created role could compare to this reality? This Human looked at his body with such lecherous desire, such want. Would others do the same? Would they lick their lips like ravenous Houndours at the sight of him? How might he best entice them?

The expression of ruin writ across his face seemed to encourage this Human, and he knew full well what would invoke that state of bliss. Let them chain and present him like a good boyslut, his eager cunt made sport of by toys to warm him up for superior Human cock. He'd paint his chest or douse the floor with proof of his submission, writhing and moaning, his words an unending stream of thanks for each load pumped into his body or guzzled down by his muzzle. He'd spread his legs for his Master, and he'd be grateful.

Watching the smaller male succumb to his fantasies, Olin withdrew his hand from their maleness, examining the mess of cum accumulated upon his palm and indulging his curiosity with a slow lick. His second Dark Type, and the first to have the sole typing – again the taste was primal beneath the saltiness of male musk, like a shot of adrenaline. There was something oddly corrupting about it, a naughtiness that settled in the back of his skull that led him to clean the rest of their fluids from his hand. Why shouldn't he? It was proof of a submission that he had earned from this Pokémon, and his to claim as Master.

Overstimulation fell short of the sort of violence that Olin was so averse to, similar to the spanking and rough fondling that did naught to a resilient Pokémon but demonstrate the depth of his ownership of them. This was his role, and one which suited him well. Master to his own Pokémon, but as part of the Guide Project, these sexual awakenings and the satisfaction of the partners that the Pokémon he mated with had found – that was profoundly fulfilling. Whatever the politics of it all were, these Pokémon that were so interested in Humans that they'd volunteered for this – he'd fuck them submissive and see them to their true Masters!

And… well, maybe take one more for himself. He'd one space left in his team after all. An image of Gardevoir appeared in his mind and he sublimated it with a scowl. No. Don't think like that or you'll ruin the moment. Not that Zoroark would mind a little more frustrated aggression!

“Enough of these toys…" Overstimulation was one thing, but if he didn't stop soon then Zoroark would be cumming blood by the time Olin got his cock into him. He seized his vixen by the back of the neck, pressing him down towards the chest and forcing the lucidity necessary to strain upwards and not touch Ditto – because he wanted them to be entirely conscious when he ripped out the beads in a single brutal motion.

The howl echoed throughout the manor, a pained scream ending in keening pleasure as a cock thought near-dry plastered its load over the side of the treasure chest, Ditto absorbing the impotent seed with silent glee. Weakness was bringing the broken Zoroark ever closer, but instinct still had him lean away from the slime Pokémon. Eventually what strength remained in him would fade, and Ditto had been given quite the set of instructions for what to do when it did. Alas, it would have some time yet before earning its prize, for the vixen twitched with anticipation when a grand Human cock was draped over their presented behind, making clear by the rest against their lower back precisely how deep they were about to be mated.

Zoroark swooned, “Yes! Yes! Please! I need it!" It was hard to tell who he was anymore, himself or his character, his thoughts a jumble with only one unified intent, “I want to be a vixen sex slave! I want to be unique! I want to be the very best Pokémon cumdump! Like no one ever was! My useless cock is all used up! Please mate my bitch-hole! Fuck my pussy hard! I need Human cock!" It was a string of cliches, but for a near-wild Pokémon perhaps quite original for him. Not that Olin understood any of it. But the desperate shaking of his hips made the gist quite clear.

No tail. It still felt strange that there was no tail. But there was a mane of hair to twist around his arm instead, forcibly lifting the fox Pokémon's face upwards and exposing his throat to the threat of the chest. Olin grasped at their hip with his other hand, the weight of his cock having it bob level to the horizon, and the drag of his arm sinking his maleness into their desperately twitching boycunt with a single slow thrust. He gasped as the lesser male rewarded his hilting with a clamped down bitchgasm, the squeeze of his cock the raw gratitude of a bitch that had fully surrendered to humanity.

More. A powerful thrust rocked them, and the breath that they had been holding from the moment that Olin had first hilted his cock was fucked into a shuddering gasp. Zoroark's voice had turned feminine, his whines of a higher pitch as their dry cock indicated the drainage of every ounce of masculinity that they once had. This would be how they took their pleasure from now on – for no Pokémon or meagre masturbation could compare to the dominating presence of a Human male. Olin growled, his own cock already sloppy with the copious precum of anticipation. He'd waited a long time, and this grateful tail-less under-tail had been worth it. His large orbs rested against the back of their small furred offerings and the lesser male whined in submission. Perfect.

Zoroark drooled, his tongue lolled out, the bare of his throat awakening something primal in him as he was fucked into the plaything of a superior male. Each thrust was a bodyrocking pleasure, his bitch button pummelled into submission as the enormity of that Human cock crushed his prostate on the path to an abdomen-swelling hilting. His claws lost their purchase, and bit by bit, the powerful strokes were bringing him forward, his forearms sinking deeper and deeper into the Ditto. That fear had finally abated, for there was no longer any presence in his world but the Human mating him into ruin. But he still felt surprise when his body collapsed over the chest, and his small cock, sheath, and furred orbs were engulfed into the slime.

This is what Ditto had been waiting for! Its patience had been rewarded, and now with its part in the game complete, it was time to feast. Slime undulated along the length of their meagre cock, pouring into the tight sheath to apply pressure to parts of their maleness never before stimulated. It invaded the urethra, probing their body to pleasure them inside and out, increasing the intensity of a hold that clung to the entirety of the Pokémon's underside. Ditto massaged their depleted orbs, coaxing forth fresh seed, and as they had so many breeding partners in the past, began the cycle of replenishment and draining, pleasuring and devouring.

Zoroark's mind broke. Olin had layered himself over the lesser male, his hand now instinctively resting around the throat of his conquest – applying not one ounce of pressure, but present there as a demonstration of ownership. He fucked the Pokémon mercilessly, as if he were every bit the long-suffering guardsman that had at last caught his nemesis, savage in the battery of his hips, buoyed by the softness of Ditto swaying his vixen back into him from below. Orgasm came soon, announced with a growl as he came hard and deep, but the man didn't miss a stroke, churning his load into a sloppy mess.

This was the noise he loved. The shlicking of a well-fucked hole, now in stereo thanks to the unique ministrations of Ditto below as the slime milked their pathetic cock. Zoroark's insides fluttered in a grateful orgasm, pushing the limits of what was possible even when Pokémon were capable of such sustained pleasures, so many climaxes, sturdy and with the stamina to withstand such rut. Olin would put that to the test, “I'm not done. And neither are you." His hips ground deep, stirring up his copious load, “You're being sent to your Master as a properly trained slut." The promise was repeated, “A cock-hungry vixen that can't live without a load down your throat or dripping from your cunt."

Zoroark nodded his head, but he could no longer tell what he was nodding along to. The world had been consumed by white light, his body completely overwhelmed by pleasure. Fantasy and reality had collided, shattering his mind and allowing only the feeling of his plundered hole and milked cock to exist. He was a slut, broken to a pleasure that he would rearrange his whole life to enjoy again. Every dream coalesced into this, his hopes for uniqueness, his lust for pleasure, the lewdness that had him stand out: He didn't have a word for it, but a Human would have elucidated that his ambition was to become a pornstar.

Olin fucked two more loads into him, and found him a Master that would grant that wish.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: I'm back from my trip! And here with a bit of a classic pick in male Zoroark (Special thanks to Advanced CB Master, Greenhoof, and EWEW for the suggestion! And Winterwolf87 for the idea of a Ditto sextoy which I want to use more of). This makes 25 entries which feels like a fun milestone. A quarter way to 100. Would that be a bit much? Uploads should resume at a decent pace, but perhaps a little slower than before for a while as I'm in the process of launching another Pathfinder campaign and only have so much processing power to work with. Regardless, I hope that you enjoyed this one! Zoroark is up for adoption to an interested Master that'll make him a star, so if you want your Trainer to pop up and take possession of him, please let me know in the comments! I need name, sex, class (hiker, breeder, bird keeper, ect), reason for adopting, and any other info you want to include! Feel free to pitch in even if you've already adopted - though newcomers get priority.

Special thanks to Johnnyd1988 for the messages and beakjob idea. CapitalC whose Trainer is having a whole time with Lopunny. Winterwolf87 for giving me an excuse for Noivern (my fave dragon). Advanced CB Master for joining in on the hate for the Bents. Greenhoof for the idea for bondage! EWEW for the wonderful wellwishes. JuliusUrsus for the cheers and support. Cyril Dran for the starter trio that appeared here, and all of the pms expanding! NoNoNope for the corrections, the encouragement, and just being an awesome dude. TheLastFirstborn for Pidgeot Boypussy. And Montisaquadeis for the support for MewTwo (that one is the entry I'm most proud of). Also thanks to SnakeBussyorSnubussy for the bondage advice. Etnom1 for the last adoption. And Berry2257 for the kind words of support!

As always, thanks for every fave, vote, watch, folder sub (134! I wonder if we'll hit 150?), comments and PMs especially, and every last view. This piece was a fun return after my trip and a nice chance to get into Olin's head a little, though it was a bit frustrating needing to leave it for a few days with only 2k left to finish but no time to write! I hate leaving a lewd scene half done as it's hard to get back into the same flow if I don't ram it all out in one go. I hope it all worked out okay and that those reading had a good time with it.

Next up, I want to do one final entry before the tournament climax and battle against Samantha. That's where I want to provide the framing for how things will work out in the last entry for the Spring Tournament (I want to put up a vote or something for who wins and how it comes about). So, this time we're up with another female Pokemon - would you prefer Samantha's Houndoom, or the suggested double-feature of Ursaring and Beartic? I'd appreciate some advice on lady bear equipment too, if there are any informed experts out there. If you have any other female Pokemon you'd like, pitch away, these two options are currently at the front of my thoughts, but nothing is set until it's on the page! I have a scenario in mind, but what I'm missing is a cool kink or fun centrepiece to bring it all together, and I'm grateful for all ideas and suggestions.

Thank you for the 150k reads (that ticked over while I was away). I've had a lot of fun writing this story, and the idea that people are reading and enjoying it really makes me happy. Olin's tale has meandered quite a bit, but maybe that's for the best as it lets me hit as many pitches from the comments as possible. I'm really grateful for all of your kind words and support, and all of your ideas and suggestions. This story is shaped by you, and I'd like to say cheers for making the writing of it so much easier (and so much fun).

Have a most excellent day.

Update: This series is on hiatus for a while.