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Lightning rent the steel-grey sky, the rumbling thunder which followed briefly eclipsing the cacophony of rainfall descending upon Wesson Town in heavy sheets of freezing white. It was the first true storm of the new year, a great downpour which scoured away what remained of last week's built-up snow, the runoff pooling around the gutters in oceans churned by passing vehicles and mounted Pokémon. A howling wind swept the raindrops into an unpleasant angle of descent against which no umbrella or hood could be levelled as a defence, and Olin held up his arm to shield his face from the stinging cascade.

He'd found a Fire Type on a parallel journey to his own and attempted to look inconspicuous as he walked in the wake of a mounted Rapidash. Steam billowed from the fire horse Pokémon as they battled against their elemental enemy, and he couldn't imagine that it was pleasant for them to be out in such conditions. He instinctively looked away as their flaming tail flicked upwards in annoyance, his recent experience as part of the Guide Project naturally drawing his gaze to what lay beneath it.

Memories of Scolipede flooded his mind, and he cursed this newly realised awareness of Pokémon as sexual creatures when his line of thought turned to a comparison of the megapede's insectile pussy to the puffy equine cunt bobbing away in front of him. It was a pleasant musing for the commute, though he had courtesy enough not seek out any more than that brief glimpse, turning his gaze to the reflection that walked beside him in the windows of passing store fronts.

Olin had been told more than once that he'd an appearance suitable to be cast as a cliché spy movie villain, his body large and muscular, and his features in another world would be called Nordic. His hair was long and golden, his beard well-trimmed, and his eyes shining blue, with a fair complexion marred by a very small burn scar left behind on his cheek by Arcanine's ill-fated lick of affection. Kreig had sent a tailor to his apartment, but the sharp suit with which he had been gifted was now concealed beneath dayglo orange waterproofs he'd retained from his old construction job.

The Rapidash turned off at the next junction, and Olin continued to trudge on alone, the world cold once more as he was deprived the stolen heat of the Fire Type. A pity that he couldn't have kept Arcanine. The burn to his cheek aside, they would have made quite the ideal companion – warm and cuddly, a mount to shorten his commute and stave off the cold – and the submissive male would have presented plenty of more carnal benefits as well…

A psychic voice invaded his mind, “How vulgar…"

His journey had ended before he'd realised it, the inconspicuous office block which served as the campaign headquarters of Kreig's father materialising before his eyes as he looked up. Stood beneath the small awning which served as the porch, Gardevoir observed his approach with an expression of complete revulsion. The small extension of stone offered meagre coverage from the downpour, yet a psychic barrier rendered the Pokémon completely dry.

Despite those cutting words, he greeted her warmly, “Good morning, Gardevoir. Are you out here waiting for your Master or for me?"

“I do not have a Master!" The response was particularly sharp, the declaration sinking into his thoughts like a blade as psychic force was levelled behind the words. But, as Olin winced, she looked mildly apologetic, her hand raising slightly as if some instinct would have her comfort him. It seemed enough of a mistake on her part to compel the Pokémon to elaborate, taking the focus from the movement, “We're out of coffee." She said simply, “I was going to demand that Kreig buy me a fancy latte to atone for his failure in keeping the kitchen stocked, but he is late."

“Ah. You don't like Humans but you like Human things. I remember." Coffee, energy drinks, the psychic fairy seemed to be something of a caffeine junky with such things often on hand, “I'm pretty early. I've got time if you want to let me buy you a drink? Psychic Types can't walk in built-up areas alone, right?"

She scowled, her sour expression further scrunching her face up, “Curse that Ronald Bent and your arbitrary Human laws." But her fingers twitched, and she relented, “Fine. You may consider your presentation of a gift of fancy coffee to this Pokémon to be penitence for your depraved thoughts. Now that the offer is made, you are denied the right to complain, whatever I order. Follow me."

With an abrasive nature and strangely stilted manner of speaking, there were not many that would find Gardevoir to be particularly endearing, but Olin didn't mind her at all and obediently walked at her side, a little jealous of her psychic protection from the burgeoning storm. Her voice again drifted into his mind, a little quieter than before, “Don't do that."

“What did I do this time?"

She paused, turning to face him, “You thought that this is like a date. A Human courtship ritual." Gardevoir folded her arms across her chest, “Did I not impress upon you that our species are fundamentally different? We are creatures alien to each other. It is impossible for any meaningful understanding to exist between us despite our ability to communicate. Whatever connections you believe that you have forged with any Pokémon are nothing but an illusion."

Olin gave a slight shrug, too easy-going to argue back. His thoughts demanded that he would prove otherwise, but it was not a feeling that he was capable of putting into words. His companionship with Vee was certainly no illusion – even if she had been acting rather strangely lately. He pondered what might be bothering the Espeon as their journey resumed, and precisely how far off the mark his assumptions were proved almost as infuriating for Gardevoir to witness as they were for Vee to experience. How could this Human be so clueless?

They emerged from a small coffeeshop a short while later, a significantly cheerier Gardevoir smiling into a cup filled with an abundance of marshmallows, cream, flavoured syrup, and more than one extra shot of espresso. It was a catastrophe of sugar and caffeine, hot and sweet, and she stole a few sips before embarking on the return trip with Olin in tow, “I'm not cute. Do not think it." He'd been expecting her to make such a remark after finding himself grinning as he observed her joy in such a small thing as an overwrought latte, and her meeting of his expectations only made him all the more pleased.

This time it was Gardevoir that did not bother to argue her point, but before the pair could make to back to the office building, a stately limousine pulled up beside them, a tinted window slowly descending to reveal Kreig. Having initially worn them as part of his atrocious disguise the previous week, the wispy man had come to make those rose-tinted aviators part of his ensemble, and they clashed with his immaculate black suit dreadfully. Though, in dayglo orange waterproofs, Olin hardly had a leg to stand on in matters of fashion.

The door opened, and he moved over to make space for the pair in a rich interior, the vehicle embarking as soon as they were situated, “We're going offsite for your next Pokémon, Olin. We only have her for a day, so we have to be quick with this one…" He bowed his head slightly, “Terribly sorry. The intent was for us to spend three days with each subject – one to prepare you and any specialist equipment, mating, and then a review – but every time so far we've ended up straight into things. I know I said that you would have to be quite loose with your timetable, but I never anticipated it to be to this extreme!"

“I don't mind." He'd been in regular contact with Kreig over the last week, getting the feeling that the man didn't have a great many friends and finding their company to be quite enjoyable. He tended to get rather enthusiastic about matters of politics, and could talk uninterrupted on a tangent for quite a while if not headed off, but it was about as endearing as Gardevoir's cutting coldness, “Who's the Pokémon this time?"

“Goodra!" He smiled enthusiastically, “And a bit of a celebrity, too. Apparently. I don't keep up with the battle network. She belongs to a fine gentleman, an Ace Trainer called Gideon, and her name is-“

“Sylph!?" He blurted out the word, and Kreig nodded in response, “Arceus, fuck… Sylph? Really!?" He leaned back in his seat, sweeping back his hood and running his fingers through his hair. It was worth the scars of his hand and his cheek just to meet Sylph. She was part of the Dragon Trio, battling alongside Noivern and Flygon as the team of his favourite celebrity trainer. Ace Trainer Gideon had never won the league, but always placed highly with his crowd pleasing and spectacular battles, a Master of Dragon Type Pokémon and recently retired from the circuit.

And now Olin was going to fuck his Goodra.

Gardevoir scowled into her coffee, the smooth ride of the limousine allowing her to drink the enormous latte without any risk of spilling it, “How distasteful. I pity the subject of those lustful thoughts." She shook her head, “What a foolish admiration. How is this Goodra superior to any other Pokémon?"

“You don't understand." Olin grinned and reminisced, “She's really strong, but never looked arrogant or conceited. A little ditzy, really. But so determined. There was one battle where she tanked a whole opposing team so that Flygon and Noivern could strafe the enemy, and no matter how much they hit her, she just wouldn't go down! She held on right until the end, and fainted right when she got her medal!"

“Oh, I see. She's like you then. A good-natured brute." That remark earned her a warning glance from Kreig, and she sighed over the steam of her latte, dry and cutting, “How fortuitous for you."

“Gardevoir…" Kreig shook his head, “Be nice."

Olin shrugged, “I don't think Gardevoir would be Gardevoir if she was nice." Her face twitched in response to his words, “I mean… I don't think that it's bad that you're direct with me. I'm not the type to get offended easily, and it isn't like you're meanspirited or anything. Like before – when you said that connections between Humans and Pokémon are an illusion and I started thinking about Vee. You could have gotten real personal there, but you didn't say a word. So… I don't think you're all bad? You've got more empathy than most, I reckon."

“You… Damn you!" Gardevoir seethed, “You are a foolish man, and I hate you!"

The wispy man cackled, “Looks like Olin's got you all figured out." He looked to the window for a moment, “Ah – we're nearly there. Arranging this venue is what made me so late. The community swim centre is closed for refurbishment, but the new showers and change facilities have already been installed. Since Goodra produces a lot of slime, I negotiated access to the tiled areas for the day. The rest of the building is a bit of a work in progress – so you'll need hard hats…"

Properly equipped with head protection and high visibility jackets (though in dayglo orange waterproofs, it seemed somewhat pointless for Olin – but that's the Health and Safety at Work Act for you!), the trio ventured into the building site, bypassing the areas under construction to make their way into the newly built ablutions. Divided into two large spaces, a changing room was lined with cypress benches and clothing hooks, handily placed lockers and a central space with plenty of drainage. The adjoined showers were rather spacious as well, a reasonably sized communal area hemmed in with decorative tiles forming geometric patterns of white and blue.

Olin shed his waterproofs and PPE, failing to notice the mildly scandalised expression of Krieg as he bore witness to what was now a rather creased up suit beneath it. He stayed with the wispy man setting up their electronics while Gardevoir carried a Pokéball into the next room alone. Whatever telepathic conversation she was having with the Goodra was one that he was denied access to, and he shuffled slightly from foot to foot hoping that she wasn't too vicious in her appraisal of him.

“Sylph knows about you already." Kreig reassured him, not looking up from his laptop as he gathered together breeding notes and other useful files, “All of the Pokémon connected to the project do. The Psychic Types talk to each other on their network, and information filters out. From what I've heard, Scolipede and Arcanine gave you something of a glowing review! We've started not only receiving volunteers from amongst our pool of contacts to mate with you, but also those hoping to have specific kinks serviced. In fact, there is this one pair of Pyroars that-“

“Ahem." A psychic voice stymied that revelation, “If you are quite finished, the Goodra is ready for you." She sounded as stern as ever, having recovered her composure since the outburst of the limousine. Gardevoir drifted into the room, her expression one of mild exasperation, “I shall be keeping my distance from this one. It was only by using Protect that I managed to stop her from hugging me." She made sure to look directly at Kreig, “Enthusiastic good-natured types are the worst."

“You may want to lose the suit before you go in, Olin. I… I wish I'd brought an iron." Kreig shook his head, producing a sturdy wooden coat hanger from his case and loading it up as his companion shed his clothes, “We must see about assigning you a driver. Or perhaps a Pokémon suitable to serve as a mount. The weather has been rotten lately, and you've that mob outside your building to battle through as well. I shall see what I can do!"

Olin only half heard him, the man psyching himself up in readiness for what awaited him in the next room as he stood in his underwear. He hardly felt ashamed of his nudity, and never really minded that he'd an audience for his last few amorous encounters. But this felt different. Around that corner was a Pokémon of which he'd a poster rolled up somewhere in storage after watching her battle live as part of Ace Trainer Gideon's Dragon Team. A slightly cold feeling of nerves settled in his stomach, and he raised his hands to slap his cheeks in an effort to dispel it. The stinging feeling brought him to attention, and without any further thought he advanced from one tiled space and into another.

Immediately, he was dragged into an embrace as a pair of powerful arms seized him from nowhere and pressed him into a soft and slick purple. His vision was filled with nothing but the neck of the Goodra as she hugged him tightly in an enthusiastic greeting, his body slathered in viscous green slime and his surprised struggle useless against a strength to which no Human could compare. Her body was doughy to the touch but entirely unyielding, the two digits of each small hand connected behind him into a clasp from which he could not escape, and the pressure heightening as with a slight lean back she lifted him from his feet.

Well, there was not much that he could do at this point but hug her back, and after a few warm moments they separated to leave thick strands of slime between them. Goodra stood at around the same height as Olin, her two toned purple body much more corpulent particularly around the hips, with a coiled and flabby tail twitching behind her. Emerald eyes surveyed him, and her face was an easily read picture of happiness, long antennae-like horns twitching with a pliability that they should not have. Her body was inundated with slime, a film of dull green with a consistency not dissimilar to olive oil. It was slick, yet at the same time had the mildest stickiness to it, and the viscosity was sufficient for thick strands to be formed for a few moments at each parting.

“I'm Olin." He bowed his head slightly, but had a smile on his face. She'd diffused a lot of the tension with that impromptu embrace, and he couldn't help but wonder if he'd Gardevoir to thank for it, “We're going to be mating today… but I suppose you already knew that."

Sylph nodded enthusiastically; a spattering of slime projected into the tiled room. It was certainly something of a required venue considering how much she had produced already, and Olin found that he didn't mind the feel of it against his skin. Goodra took initiative before he could, grabbing his wrist in both of her hands, and moving his palm upwards to rest against her cheek, “Wow. You're pretty affectionate, huh?"

A soft trilling noise came in response, and he found himself stroking the side of the large Pokémon's neck, fascinated by the texture of her body. The scales felt perfectly smooth, and with the addition of the slime coating, he needed to apply some amount of pressure to maintain the touch. In his previous two encounters, it was his job to get Scolipede and Arcanine used to him – but in this case, Sylph seemed to be making every effort to put him at ease instead, acclimating him to the unique feel of her draconic body.

Her scent was like ozone, breathing her in like standing outside before the breaking of a lightning storm. She was affectionate, holding onto his arm as he stroked her neck and tested the pliability of her flesh, soft and pudgy but with the sense of a restrained power behind the chub. The man exhaled, focused at last. Sylph might be a famed battler, but right here and now, she was a Pokémon of the Guide Project, and whatever data Kreig would gather behind them, Olin at least would ensure that the Goodra walked away satisfied!

His resolve made, a familiar voice entered his thoughts, “How ridiculous. The Goodra has a request. She wants to kiss you." Her tone was one of mild annoyance, shot through with melancholy, “What a foolish gesture. A kiss is a pointless expression, and easily betrayed. Give her what she wants, but don't imagine that it means anything."

Sylph had stepped back, pressing the small fingers of her hands together nervously, her expression one of anxious desire. It was too endearing to resist, and with the chance to seize control of the flow of this encounter, Olin did not hesitate for a moment. He stepped forward, set his hand to their neck and pulled the Pokémon into their requested kiss. For a Dragon Type they'd a small mouth, and the meeting of their lips came with a unique tingling sensation.

What began as tentative, despite Olin's advance, gradually devolved into something sloppy and passionate as inhibitions were shed. Her small arms sealed around his shoulders, and his hand found the back of her head. But what took him by surprise was the invasion of his throat by a long and dexterous tongue, a great amount of focus required for him not to choke as she overpowered his own to lap at the inside of his mouth. She exuded no small amount of slime, and he was forced to swallow it, finding that there was little to the taste at all, but much of that same tingling sensation he'd found in the kiss.

The proximity of her body, the depth of her embrace, and the passion of this kiss lit a fire inside Olin, his own arousal burgeoning and his cock becoming a noticeable hardness against the stomach of the Goodra. Despite that, it was some time before she finally released him, the man dazed and overpowered by her affection. She licked at his neck, and then his chest, lowering her body until at last just collapsing into a seated posture before him, nuzzling at his crotch.

Kreig spoke, “Well, I think it's quite obvious what she wants. Be careful with that slime – the properties change depending on the mood and desires of the Goodra. Since she's preparing for mating, I suppose it might heighten arousal to some extent? Don't imbibe too much of it, or who knows what it could do to your libido…" He returned to scribbling into his pad, detached from the reports of the laptop.

Though, Olin wasn't paying much attention. Mostly since he could now look down to be gifted with the sight of an amorous Goodra fishing his cock from his underwear with a tongue over a foot in length and coated in that same mildly tingling slime. Sylph knew what she was doing! Her eyes focused and she surveyed the length and rigidity of his member, tasting the bead of precum already to be found at its tip and in a slow bobbing motion drawing the entirety of it into her mouth, and down into a long and pliable throat.

“Oh, Arceus fuck…" Olin moaned softly, the sensation of undulating slickness against his cock sheer bliss. She knew how to suck cock. No. More than that. She knew how to suck Human cock, “Gideon, you lucky bastard…" Her tongue wrapped around his length, stimulating the looser skin of his cock, the mildest suction applied and her throat massaging softly. While tentative in the affection of a kiss, she was an expert in this carnal act, his underwear vanishing for the Goodra to use one of her small hands to examine his orbs.

Her gaze was forever tilted upwards, submission in her eyes behind the experience of this expertise. She murred happily as it compelled Olin to seize one of her horns. Yes. This is what she wanted. Her body was sturdy, her form immune to any harm that he was capable of. She invited him with her advances, but yielded as soon as he took initiative. Sylph demanded that he take control and lavish her with the pleasure that only a dominant male could provide. A dominant male Human.

He shifted his hips and bucked into her throat, the Goodra relaxing into his grasp as Olin decided the pace, no longer shifting her head as the drag of her horn guided her. His crotch was already slick with her slime, and it began to form small strings against her nose as each thrust had her face meet a small nest of golden hair. Her breath shuddered, and the arousal of submission washed over her, this male proving his worthiness as a mate by demonstrating the control over Pokémon that was the right of Humanity.

Sylph hummed her satisfaction, the vibration of her throat drawing another moan from Olin as the tingling sensation of her secretions intensified to accompany the rumble. Both hands now came to rest on her horns, a slight amount of give in the antennae-like appendages, he held her in place and slowly began to fuck her throat in earnest. Each hilting of his cock has his orbs touch her chin and her nose press into his abdomen, and Olin was gifted with the lewd sight of stringy slime connecting them, the air filled with a unique wet shlicking noise as lewd as the plundering of a wanton cunt.

There was no hope of him lasting long, and warning of his impending climax came with a stiffening of his grasp, a furious increase in his pace, and a snarling groan as he pumped thick ropes of human cum down her gracious throat. Sylph continued to suckle him delicately, with all of the tenderness of the most practiced whore, savouring his essence and swirling her tongue around his cock to draw from him every last drop. When she was done, his maleness was cleansed even of her slime, and she opened her mouth to show him the portion of his load she was yet to swallow, making careful eye contact as she now gulped it down.

The raw submission of it stirred something beastly inside of Olin, his legs trembling and then finding strength, his arms grappling with the large Dragon Type who yielded to his touch to collapse onto her back. She used her large flabby tail to project her hips upwards, utilising the mass of it as a natural pillow for herself, the Goodra spreading her legs to reveal feminine parts usually concealed by the press of her scales. Her draconic cunt was distinctly puffy when aroused, now projected beyond the protective slit in which it ordinarily resided.

Large thighs shifted back and forth, tiny feet kicking at the air, and she looked down at him in an attempt to read his impression of a distinctly inhuman pussy. The flabby folds were a soft pink, and there was no obvious clitoris, her femininity overflowing with slime which pooled at the soft indentation of her undertail. His touch was immediate, finding her engorged labia to have a full and soft texture, the honeypot of her cunt divesting another river of fluids in approval of his probing. Emboldened, he pressed deeper, his first two fingers stirring her slime and sinking into the warm tingle of a ruinously slick cunt.

Immediately she twitched, and squeezed him hard, Olin quickly understanding the nature of sex with a Goodra. Her cunt was so wet, so slick, so frictionless, that the creature had come to have such potent internal muscles to coax orgasm from their mate. A little experimentation proved that the insulation of her slime was a bit of an inhibitor to pleasure for her as well, with the majority of her sensitivity not in the depths of her pussy, nor the absent clit, but in the puffed-up folds themselves.

Excellent.

He fell to his knees, placing his hands on her inner thighs and applying a slight amount of pressure, her cunt spreading lewdly before him as his thumbs separated those overlarge folds. His fingers would have no hope of stripping away the slime, and despite Kreig's warning, he hungered for more of it. The tingling sensation was addictive on his lips, and the taste of Dragon Type pleasure renewed his vigour and made his cock as hard as iron.

“My turn…" He spoke with measured authority, and she melted before him as his tongue cleaved the engorged lips of her cunt apart, a lapping motion to further test the pliability of soft flesh. The sensitive Goodra shivered, a trilling whine echoing in the tiles space, but she never stopped watching him. Olin was ravenous, dragging the labia into his mouth and applying the pressure of his lips against it. The swirl of his tongue cleared the flesh of tingling slime, and he continued to flicker the wet appendage against her femininity as slowly he learned the sweetest spots to make her squirm.

Her orgasm came without warning, far more quickly than he expected it to, with a truly prodigious gush of fluids and a writhing Dragon Type screeching her ecstasy. Olin didn't let up his assault on her draconic cunt for an instant, the ozone-like scent of her energising in his lungs, the flavour of her pussy electrifyingly sharp as Goodra femcum overcame her slime for a moment to reward him with the salted taste of her pleasure. It was a flavour appreciated not with the tongue but with the sinuses, as if he was immersed in the heart of a storm, and the sensation of overpowering sexually something so powerful drove him onwards.

This was a cunt he could eat forever. Each cleaving rasp of his tongue made her small feet twitch helplessly in the air at his sides, Sylph's every exhalation now a pleasured whine of overstimulation. With the properties of her slime an aphrodisiac to encourage their mate, Olin's cock leaked a steady stream of precum, his own need scarcely noticed as his male drive for domination demanded that he ply himself to this willing cunt until Goodra was a ruined mess that would be unable to withstand the pleasure of his cock.

The familiar fantasies took hold, and the psychic voice of Gardevoir degraded them, “How arrogant…" Olin envisioned the ruin of this Pokémon, that with the technique of his fingers and tongue, the vigour of his masculinity, and sheer grit, he could make them submit to him completely. Goodra was clearly already a tamed slut for Human cock, and that was exactly what he wanted to see – the same willing whore that her trainer was clearly enjoying!

More. He needed only one set of splayed fingers to expose the engorged folds of her puffy draconic cunt, and with the first two digits of his freed hand he pressed into the divot of her undertail. The reservoir of slime resting atop it immediately yielded, and Goodra shrieked as the upwards curl of his fingers plied a new type of pleasure to the submissive Pokémon.

She covered her face with her small hands, looking away at last as Olin grinned his victory. The pumping of her undertail made an even lewder squelching noise than her pussy, and Sylph was acclimated well enough to Human aesthetics to feel humiliation in the wake of his manhandling. Perhaps that was the source of her next thunderous orgasm, as her insides seized about his fingers, her labia quivered, and another wash of addicting Goodra femcum was ushered forth.

“Does your trainer fuck you under the tail as well?" Olin mused aloud, “I bet he's tamed every one of your holes. You're so sensitive that you can probably cum just from being fucked in the ass, can't you?" He smacked his lips, his face now partially numb from the tingling slime with some effort needed to not slur his words, “I'll have to thank him for moulding you into such a perfect slut for me to enjoy!"

Olin was starting to understand at last the effect of the dynamic between Human and Pokémon on relationships between species. There was a submission to humanity somewhere in all of them, an instinct which had been embedded into them by design, an acknowledgement that it was the right of mankind to master them. And in sex, when he displayed the attributes appropriate for a dominant male, no matter how physically powerful, or what Moves they had in their arsenal, it was the natural place for a Pokémon to surrender to him.

But Olin had more in his favour that Human masculinity. He appreciated his lovers, revelled in their affections, and yearned for understanding. He wanted to prove Gardevoir wrong and show that these connections were not only illusions, but deep and true. That's why he'd send Sylph home in a well fucked heap, satisfied and singing his praises to the other Dragon Types of what he had little doubt was a whole draconic harem belonging to Ace Trainer Gideon. That lucky bastard!

Desire sublimated jealousy, and the man continued his rapacious assault, making a wave motion of his fingers beneath her tail and shifting his arm with force enough to have the Goodra rock back and forth atop her flabby appendage. Slowly, she was losing her composure, the hands covering her face had fallen away to scrabble at the tiles at her sides, her head falling back and thrashing, chest heaving in full-throated moans of wanton pleasure. She devolved from a practiced whore into a ruined slut, orgasm by orgasm, but never ceased pushing her cunt back into his face and rolling her hips despite the overstimulation.

In the end, his own desire could no longer be restrained, and Olin reared upwards, his jaw, neck, and chest inundated with Goodra slime and femcum, he levelled his cock at her draconic pussy and paused, looming over the Pokémon and looking down into an expression which read of expectant submission. Olin grinned, “Nod once for cunt. Twice for ass."

Two nods, not for pleasure, but for the surrender of allowing this Human to ravish her completely. Gardevoir allowed her psychic voice to wash over them both, “How beastly. Don't you have any pride as a Pokémon?" Her tone was cutting, and it was enough for Kreig to look up from his notepad to rebuff the psychic fairy with a rather stern narrowing of his eyes. But she only rolled her eyes and looked away in turn.

Sylph was beyond acknowledging degradation which was usually directed towards Olin, her mind too immersed in the pleasure of the moment. The Human had realigned his maleness, and she needily thrust her hips upwards, rolling back on her flabby tail to allow him better access to the slime-slickened divot into which he was forcing his cock. Olin was large for a Human, even one of his stature – the heft of his maleness made all the more stark when Pokémon often sported rather compact genitalia as a protective measure for combat.

The fullness of her undertail was absolute, a perfect stretch eased by her copious slime. Olin hilted himself in a single deep thrust, a slow and steady impalement of the Goodra which peaked in a gasping moan which she couldn't keep in. Another thrust had her repeat the noise, each a feminine pant of hopeless need that made him feel like he was fucking every ounce of stamina out of the horny Dragon Type. From beneath his mane of golden hair, he snarled in an illusion of leonine dominance, every squirming yelp affirmation of his might, each thrust of his cock overpowering the Goodra beneath him.

He reached orgasm quickly, but empowered by the attributes of the slime, his libido seemed to be barely dented. His orbs twitched and he buried his cock deep, flooding her insides with his essence, and then fucking her through his orgasm to churn slime and cum into a messy froth. Olin could not stop the ploughing of his hips, his heated body entirely given over to rut as the submissive Pokémon only spread her legs wider, rocked her hips more fiercely, and moaned louder than ever.

More. Harder. The language of her body was universal, and with a snarl Olin willed himself to oblige her. Missionary was one of the few positions that could be managed with a Goodra, for her large chubby tail and the formation of her limbs made more elaborate postures difficult, but it certainly provided him with quite the view. The submissive Pokémon twitched and moaned, her empty cunt spasming around nothing as another gush of slime and femcum was fucked out of her receptive body.

Her slime covered him, and his muscles bulged as his arms could find purchase only by wrapping around her legs, the leverage of his weight from above all that prevented him from slipping. Olin couldn't restrain his own grunts and moans of pleasure, her undertail still with only the slightest friction, but made pleasurable by the warmth of her body, the tingle of her slime, and the sheer arousal invoked by how whorishly she enjoyed his cock. He'd never been able to cum more than twice without wilting, but now delivered a third load to her core with a great shuddering gasp, called to orgasm by the sight of her toes curling in pleasure.

His heart was beating furiously in his chest, his gasp coming in sharp bursts, but Olin could not stop. Not until he'd seeded the cunt of this slut of a Pokémon nice and deep. Sylph shrieked with ecstasy as he finally withdrew his cock from beneath her tail and slammed himself hard into her sopping pussy, a mess of slime clinging to their joined hips in thick ropes of pale green. There was nothing like the sensation of her draconic cunt, his maleness gliding into her core to be massaged by a hearty clench of her internal muscles, the grind of his body against her puffed-up labia having her squirm and whine.

This was a Pokémon made to be fucked. His desensitised cock was near numb, but the arousing properties of her slime, the wonderful feeling of empowerment which came with laying low such a creature with his manhood, and the sheer fucking willpower required to send this submissive slut home satisfied drove his rut to a fury. He snarled like an animal, vicious in frenzy as he powered his hips downward. It seemed that all Pokémon were capable of multiple orgasms, their peaks of pleasure arriving as strongly as they were often – and he worked to push this Goodra to the limits of sensitivity.

Sylph's stamina was waning, the man that she had provoked into this feral sex insatiable in his appetites, another climax washing over her in a wave of pure ruin. Her gushing cunt was stirred by an iron-hard cock, the manhood of a male far larger than any of her own species, wielded with more rapacity and passion than and breeding Pokémon. A Human could not impregnate her. He fucked her for nothing but pleasure, and she revelled in the hedonism of her own submission.

A final orgasm would soon be upon Olin, and he knew it would be his last for he felt that his heart would explode out of his chest if he continued for a single stroke more. Rather than diminishing in pleasure, each cumshot had been all the greater in sensation, and all the more copious in volume as his orbs churned up his most potent load yet. The Goodra slut had absolutely earned it. His moans became snarls. His snarls became a roar. And Olin finally hilted his cock into the cumming Pokémon beneath him to pump his seed into her grasping womb.

He didn't stop.

Olin couldn't stop. His mind was lost to pleasure, his body on autopilot, and he barely noticed the small flicker of crimson that was a droplet of blood falling from his nose to land upon the belly of the ruined Goodra beneath him. His sinuses burned with the ozone tingle of Dragon Type arousal, his body throbbed with the enticement of her slime, and his thoughts were nothing but triumphant pleasure.

An arm came from behind, grasping him by the shoulder, but the wispy Kreig was no match for Olin's strength – especially when he was so enamoured as to lose his mind in rut. The man, however, could offer no resistance against the psychic power of Gardevoir, the Pokémon marshalling her talents and levelling them against him.

And she relished this opportunity to knock him out.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User TheLastFirstborn for suggesting a female Goodra - I hope you enjoyed. Thanks to user Cetacea for encouraging Olin. User Djsmojo for catching my typo! User Airwall for following over from Beastmaster and encouragement. User Obscuredragon97 for Cofagrigus and forseeing the injuries. User Etnom1 for Vee commentary. User NoNoNope for the heartening encouragement. Use Aaronn97 for giving me an excuse for Espeon! And User Faust Feran for letting me know some of the comedy landed!

Thank you for every vote, fave, comment, folder subscription, and read. I've had a lot of fun churning these stories out, and I hope that you're having a good time with them as well. I'm especially thankful for all of the suggestions for Pokemon, too! If anyone has any idea for specific pokemon, scenarios, and more - please don't hesitate to post. The comments are where I always went for inspiration with Beastmaster, and I want to do the same here. As Olin's reputation spreads, I want him to deal not only with interesting Pokemon, but their kinks as well - so please hit me up with any fun ones that come to mind (even if you've posted a Pokemon request before - if you want to expand the idea, go for it)! I can't do them all and have to pick from the pool what feels best to come up next, but I really appreciate having a good pile to draw from.

To keep alternating, next up is another male, and this time I'm at a slight loss. The males suggested so far that I really like might be better off a little further down the line when Olin has more experience - or are too similar to the three Pokemon thus far in things like type or disposition. Ideally, I'm looking for a Pokemon that can demand that Olin go hard, not only with his body but with his language, and using this I can advance his character a little to be more appropriately dominant for future chapters. I'm looking forward to seeing any suggestions!

Have a most excellent day.