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Life was wonderful for Ann and her beloved Luka. Between the two of them, they were punching far above their weight class, with the Lucario having such a well-rounded skillset that he could beat most teams all by himself. They’d even gotten to star in a few commercials, owing to Ann’s nearly meteoric rise to fame, which was a very welcome additional income. All she had to do was stand there and suggestively spill a bottle of mineral water all over herself while wearing a rather thin T-shirt. Thankfully, a bra was allowed; the ad was meant to run on regular television, after all.

She’d gotten interviewed too, even if it was by the local tabloid, at a little coffee shop she visited on occasion. That had gotten a little awkward with all the prying questions. They’d asked her if she was seeing anyone, “Having noticed that you were rather heavily pregnant only months ago,” and Ann had to try her hardest to prevaricate, hinting at having a boyfriend who preferred staying out of the spotlight. The interviewer kept trying to steer the questions towards the scandalous and salacious, while Ann kept refocusing it on the actual training.

“As you’ve noticed, more and more trainers seem to be alright with getting physical with their Pokémon, in order to create a strong bond between trainer and fighter,” the interviewer led, with half a grin marring her otherwise perfectly professional expression. “How do you feel about this?”

“Well-“ Ann started, nearly tripping over her words as she tried to come up with a universally agreeable answer. Even if it was a popular thing to do, she’d never reach true stardom if everyone knew she did it. Outside of specific circles, anyhow. “-I’ve not given it that much thought, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, myself. You know, love is love and… yeah, but I’ve not thought about it, like I said.”

Was that too much? Too evasive? Were they going to have her face on the front page with large, bold letters reading Scandal: Rising Pokémon Star Admits to Fucking Her Team?

If they were, the interviewer didn’t let anything slip. The questions were more or less the standard ones – tips for motivation, how to keep your Pokémon happy, how to console them if they lost a fight – until the very end, when she sprung a surprising proposal for Ann and Luka.

“Well, that’s all the questions asked. Now, if you would, we need a good shot of you two. Something casual, natural, cute, I’m thinking… that you two stand up, embrace each other, looking into each other’s eyes like lovers…”

Luka had already stood up, while Ann hesitated. It was suddenly painfully obvious what kind of unspoken angle they were trying to have on her interview. She couldn’t really blame them for it – everyone knew that sex sold, and scandalous sex sold twice as much – but at the same time, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be the official face of Poképhilia. Everyone else kept it to their own spaces, dedicated conventions, and the kind of magazines you had to politely request from under the counter.

Eventually she relented and stood up. They used the café as a backdrop, with its faux-rustic interior. Ann and Luka faced each other, gazing into each other’s eyes. It was a little uncomfortable knowing they were posing for a picture, but it wasn’t as if those loving gazes were anything new for the pair. Lucario wrapped his arms around her, squeezing his trainer against himself, letting his swelling sheath nudge firmly against her belly.

And just before Ann could protest, the reporter’s camera clicked several times, making sure to capture Luka’s sheath, from exactly the right angle to show how aroused he was getting but without actually baring anything not fit to print.

“That’s perfect,” she beamed. “You can really tell you two love each other. Oh, and… off the record, I totally support what you’re doing. It’s pretty hot!”

Ann disentangled herself from Luka’s arms with a rapidly deepening blush. Evidently, no matter howe much she tried to hide it, she’d end up known across the land for her lusty ways. Ah well, that might cost her the kids’ audience, but she had a feeling the adult male audience would more than make up for it. And if her career as a trainer ever went belly-up, well, she could always do private shoots.

Yeah, yeah. Big slutty deal, you are, she told herself.

Later that day, she was to face another gym. Things had begun to heat up, now. The challenges were tougher, and each fight involved some amount of money for the winner, rather that only badges, though she did still need to get a full set of those, too, from the major league gyms that she’d graduated to.

As good as things were, though, they wouldn’t remain good forever. This next gym was all fire types. While Luka could hold his own against one, a whole team was a different matter. While Ann wasn’t sure about it, Luka insisted on at least attempting it. And so, they found themselves at the next gym, a few towns over.

The place was sweltering hot. The owner, likewise. She was dressed in what were effectively two small scraps of fabric over her groin and chest, and nothing else. She was also heavily pregnant, with her own adoring team of fire types gathered around her. An Arcanine, a Typhlosion, a Flareon and even a Pyroar. Not all gyms at this level were mono-typed, but this one sure was.

This one really doesn’t try to hide it, I guess, Ann mused. She recognized the playful and yet needy attitudes of male Pokémon all too well, by now. There was no doubt that if their trainer decided to bend over, they’d all be on top of her instantly. Right now, though, they all had something more important to focus on. Not that it stopped them from trying anyway. Briefly, Ann wondered which one of them was the father. She had, on some forums, heard that Typhlosions were notoriously horny and potent. But the Arcanine was halfway out of his sheath just nuzzling at his owner. And he had rather heavy- dammit, Ann, just how much of a horny slut are you, nowadays? Checking out every Pokémon’s balls? Get a hold of yourself, girl, she chastised herself.

Instead, she fixed her gaze to the owner. “Hello! We’re here to-“ she started.

“You’re trying this with just one Pokémon?” the gym leader, who had introduced herself as Scarlet, asked, before revealing her contestant. “You are aware that there’s a matter of prize money, yes?”

“Well, it was his idea. He’s pretty sure he can manage it, and he hasn’t been wrong so far,” Ann smiled, gesturing towards Luka who was already proudly puffing his chest out. “And if he is, then he gets less snacks to pay off the winner’s pot.”

“Right. As you wish, then. Arky?” she nudged her Arcanine, who replied with a surprisingly puppy-like whine. “No, you can do that later,” she countered, apparently understanding exactly what her Pokémon wanted. Not that it took a genius to figure it out; a quick glance at the big fire-dog’s underside was enough. “For now, you have a fight to win!”

The Arcanine didn’t seem too motivated, grumbling and growling as he left his owner’s side and joined Luka in the ring. Unmotivated or not, though, he was still a fire type, and noticeably grumpy over not getting to mount his trainer. While it wasn’t quite what he’d have preferred, he seemed to resolve to take out that frustration on the Lucario instead.

“Okay, ready?” Scarlet called out. She didn’t seem too interested in what was going on, but was determined to still do her job. When both Luka and Arky barked in confirmation, she gave the first order.

“Arky, use Flamethrower,” she grinned, snorting as she supressed an urge to laugh before continuing. “And then keep using it every turn. Go!”

The Arcanine snarled, flames spouting from his mouth as she charged the attack and then let loose a stream of searing flame towards Luka. Thankfully, Ann had the foresight of having him hold an Occa Berry, which absorbed the worst of it. Luka responded to that fiery attack with a swift, hard kick to Arky’s snout, forcing a pained yelp from the surprised fire-type.

Of course, for the next round of Flamethrower, Luka had no more protection, nor to the third, and soon he was visibly struggling as his fur grew increasingly sooty and singed. But that first kick had thrown Arky off balance; he certainly hadn’t expected such a quick, painful retaliation. It was followed by another painful jab, then another kick, and a third, until the Arcanine hesitated in charging up his next attack, missing his turn. That was when Luka landed an open-palmed strike, sending out a shockwave that left Arky’s whole body numb.

He was paralyzed, and with the next strike from Luka, it was lights out. He fainted.

“Oh? Well, that was impressive,” Scarlet admitted, her eyes widening a little as Arky hit the floor. She recalled the Arcanine back into his Pokéball and then deployed him by her side. “Right. Ty, your turn, go. Flamethrower!”

Luka was staggered, certainly, by the immense heat. He hadn’t fallen yet, but he was off balance and overheated. Ann saw how the match would end, already, as much as she’d have hoped for Luka to pull off the impossible. Beating even one type he was weak against was impressive, yes, but there was a whole team left. Nobody was that good.

The Typhlosion charged up yet another Flamethrower attack, following the very simple strategy that Scarlet had started with her Arcanine, and that scorching fire engulfed Luka. He stood fast, for as long as he could, but – even if he didn’t end up burned – the temperature was simply too much. Like heated steel, he swayed, and then collapsed onto the floor.

“And that’s that,” Scarlet exclaimed. “Really, really well-trained Lucario you’ve got there, though. I’m surprised he beat Arky. That’s very impressive.”

Luka laid there, panting heavily. He hadn’t quite fainted, but with how overheated he was, it wasn’t far. Either way, he was down for the count.

“So, I take it you fuck him pretty often?” Scarlet asked, and for a moment, Ann couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her eyes went wide.

“E-excuse me, what?” she stammered. While she did fuck Luka pretty often, she was rather taken aback by how open some people were.

“Pff, you heard me. You look like the type, I saw you staring at Arky here, earlier. And believe you me, I ain’t judging,” she laughed. “Did you figure out who the father is, yet?”

“W-well, I w-was, um…” Ann started, stumbling over her words again. Come on, it’s not like you don’t know how sex with Pokémon works. “The Arcanine?” she asked.

“Nope, actually, it’s none of these ones. It’s this guy!” she giggled, holding up a ball and toss forward. A half-asleep Cinderace stumbled out, bleary-eyed as if just woken from a nap. “He’s really productive. Though Ty’s done it once or twice too…” Scarlet mused, before looking directly at Ann, again. “Have you gotten to do that with yours yet?”

Ann thought back on the Riolu eggs she still had at home. Eventually they’d hatch and she’d have a whole bunch of hungry little mouths to feed, at least until they were old enough to be traded away. It wasn’t something she usually talked about with strangers, but one this wantonly horny and open?

“Yeah,” she replied. “Once.”

“Oh, nice. How about others?” Scarlet kept prodding, as she waddled over to make sure Luka was still breathing. The Cinderace, clearly too tired to deal with anything at this moment – Ann had the thought of him looking like he’d been rather well-used not too long ago – poked his Pokéball until it snapped open and he disappeared back inside.

“Well, a few, I guess. Why?” Ann asked.

“Right, I was thinking that you could pay with your body rather than money. Ty and Arky love mounting new people. Bun-bun does too, but I guess he’s a bit too tired… I did kind of keep him up last night,” Scarlet grinned. She knelt down by Luka’s side. “Aw, this poor guy is all dehydrated. Probably didn’t anticipate it getting this hot. Mind if I…?”

“Pay with my body? What- do I mind if you- what?” Ann asked, flabbergasted.

“Give him something to drink, of course. I have a lot thanks to Ty over there,” she giggled, nodding towards the sheepish-looking Typhlosion. “And I mean that you’re obviously a total Pokémilf, and mine happen to need more relief than I can give them right now.”

Oh. Luka had been a little grumpy about the fact that Ann had dried up not too long after her pregnancy. Enough so that he’d wanted to immediately knock her up again, though she’d put a stop to that. She wanted a few weeks or months feeling light as a feather. Not that being pregnant was unpleasant, but she felt like she was walking on the moon now that her womb was empty again, free of all that extra weight. But now, the Lucario suddenly seemed a lot more awake, as he heard what they were talking about. Typical.

“Well yeah, he does love that. Go for it,” Ann laughed. At the same time, the Typhlosion and the Arcanine were looking at her expectantly. Both were also getting hard with anticipation. Not that Ann would’ve expected anything less. She found herself growing a little warm and tingly too, glancing at their firm shafts slipping out for her. Was she really ready to more or less sell her body, just to avoid having to pay the prize money? Was she that much of a slut?

Well. In the end, it was an easy choice to make. Luka didn’t mind, and Ann’s pussy was already tingling at the prospect of getting to enjoy two new Pokémon. She’d long since learned what a wide variety of Pokémon cocks she was capable of accommodating, and in the end, they certainly didn’t mind plunging theirs into her, either.

“Come over here, you horndogs,” she laughed, pulling off her shirt. She was getting caught up in the casualness of it all once again, how this was apparently all a perfectly natural, normal occurrence here at Scarlet’s gym. Indeed, she already had Luka’s head cradled against her massive breasts, guiding his mouth to a visibly leaking nipple.

It made Ann wish she was still lactating, too. There was a little sting of jealousy as she watched Luka close his eyes and happily wrap his lips around one of Scarlet’s leaky teats, snuggling up to her like a tired puppy despite the burns on his body. It was always such a wonderfully intimate experience… and it made for excellent foreplay, at that. Still, the fact that she wasn’t didn’t seem to bother Ty and Arky in the slightest, the both of them watching her unclasp her bra with great interest, giving little growls and purrs of approval as her creamy-white breasts bounced free. They were a little bigger than they had been before her pregnancy, still, which Ann thought was pretty hot.

“Mm. Got any condoms?” she asked Scarlet. “I don’t really want to get pregnant again, yet.”

Her body certainly did, with how wet she was getting, but no. She couldn’t let every Pokémon she met knock her up, or it’d end badly sooner or later. Letting them fuck her however was another matter entirely.

“Yeah, we do. Ty, go fetch- mmh, that’s it, you adorable Lucario, you really like my tits, don’t you?” Scarlet replied, before her attention was drawn to the nursing Luka again. He was, just like the other males in the room, getting hard from the attention he was getting. “Ooh, and well hung too,” she cooed. “No wonder Ann chose you!”

Ty returned after a quick bounding sprint to a side room with a small roll of condoms in his mouth. He ran back to Ann – cock bouncing lewdly and slapping against is belly with each step – and dropped them in her lap with a look like a Quilava on birthday morning. Ann found the eagerness rather adorable. It was why she liked males so much in general; the puppy-like adoration at the slightest chance of getting to mount someone.

“Right. You two mind sitting so I can get these on you?” she asked, and the two obeyed, though not exactly the way she’d imagined. Ty leaned back, presenting his cock, and Arky rolled over on his side and raised a leg, doing the same.

Ann felt herself grow even warmer as she stared at their shafts. It was degrading, in theory, to be so thirsty for more Pokémon-cock, but then again, they were sapient beings just like herself, and clearly at least as into it as she was. Maybe it was perfectly natural for her to be into it.

Yeah, that’s it. Screw what society thinks. They want it and you want it. Might as well enjoy being a Pokéslut, she thought, following that lusty internal narrative as she unwrapped an extra-large condom and rolled it onto the Arcanine’s cock. His stiff shaft felt even warmer than Luka’s, which probably made sense being that he was a fire type. Then, she took a slightly smaller one and gave the Typhlosion the same treatment, letting her fingers linger on his bare flesh for a little longer than necessary, enjoying the feeling while rolling on the protective latex.

“How’s that, boys? I know, I know, I’d rather go bare too… but I don’t want to get knocked up again, yet,” she smiled apologetically.

“Oh, you’ll be fine, don’t let their whining get to you. They’re just picky little babies,” Scarlet laughed. “Mm, Luka’s really thirsty, you know. Might want to consider lactating more for him!”

Sure enough, as Ann got an all fours for her lovers, she watched Luka eagerly nursing on the gym owner’s tit, milk oozing from the corners of his mouth as he drank greedily.

“Mm. Yeah, but… then I’d need to be pregnant again,” Ann sighed. Arky and Ty looked at each other, trying to decide how they wanted their human treat, and then split up with the Arcanine taking her lower half; the front was harder to mount, and Ty was better suited for getting a blowjob.

He didn’t exactly need a condom for that, did he? Ann gave a squeak of surprise as Arky bounced on top of her offered body, his weight coming to rest on top of her and those strong, thick paws wrapping around her midsection. He was much bigger than Jessica’s Houndoom, for both good and bad! Mostly good, of course, with how it made her insides clench in anticipation.

“Oh, you don’t need to be pregnant. Hey, remind me to give you a couple of pills once we’re done?” Scarlet smiled. “This little guy is just too adorable like this,” she added, eventually wrapping her fingers around Luka’s throbbing cock and beginning to stroke him slowly, her hand quickly lubricated by his copious squirts of precum.

Ann couldn’t quite muster an answer before her open mouth was suddenly full of thick, warm cock. Ty eagerly thrust himself as deep into her throat as he could reach, almost making Ann choke on it. Thankfully, she’d had a lot of practice with Luka, and though the Typhlosion felt a little bigger squeezing into her mouth, and wasn’t quite as caring as the Lucario, he was close enough that she could simply relax and take it. Too horny to even take the condom off, sheesh. Not that it mattered too much; the slick latex slipped into her throat almost as easily as a bare cock would’ve.

Arky was dancing behind her, his striped haunches thrusting and bucking trying to drive himself into her welcoming pussy. He growled with frustration each time his latex-clad cock swiped over that alluring heated wetness without quite managing to slip inside. Eventually the big Arcanine tightened his grip on her – his claws accidentally scratching her hips – and very slowly and deliberately pushed until he felt his tapered cockhead catch on Ann’s folds.

Then he thrust hard, into that sopping wet passage, making Ann moan out around Ty’s cock. Oh, she wished she could’ve been taking them both bare. Her body practically cried out for it. The negatives of being heavy with eggs were quickly fading from memory, leaving only that rose-tinted nostalgia; the glow, the horniness, the warm fuzzy feeling of knowing she had several little lives growing inside her. It made her inner walls spasm with desire around Arky’s shaft, trying in vain to coax him into seeding her. Unfortunately, her body wouldn’t be getting what it needed today.

That, though, didn’t make the feeling of being completely full of throbbing Pokécock any less heavenly. She drooled around Ty’s shaft, sucking on it for dear life, and equally her thrumming pussy was drooling with arousal around the Arcanine’s cock, squeezing and caressing every hard inch of it. They kept at it like that, both males rutting into her like needy, feral animals, for a while, until she heard Luka moan. She opened her eyes just in time to see her beloved Lucario cum from Scarlet’s cunning fingers.

“That’s it, just relax and let it happen,” the heavily pregnant woman cooed, squeezing Luka tighter against herself and stroking his throbbing cock a little faster until she felt it twitch heavily. The next second, a glistening white rope of his seed erupted from the tip while Luka himself sucked out another mouthful of Scarlet’s warm milk, huffing and groaning against her bountiful breasts. “Let it all out, cutie,” she continued coaxing him, both with her voice and her hand, teasing out every drop of his “milk” in turn.

The sight of Luka cumming with someone else made Ann indescribably horny once again. She reached to grab onto the condom on the Typhlosion’s cock, and the next time he pulled out of her mouth – all the way out, so his tip barely kissed her lips – she yanked it off, wanting to taste him properly, to receive every drop of him, if not where it belonged, then at least where she could make sure his precious cum wasn’t wasted. She moaned as he sunk back into her throat, bare, the sensation immediately much more intimate, and evidently, far better for the Typhlosion, who responded immediately with a choked groan and throbbed heavily with his cock lodged almost all the way in Ann’s esophagus.

She couldn’t exactly voice anything in the way of a protest as she felt Ty’s cock twitch in her throat, and though she had wanted to taste his climax, the sensations of his cum rushing through his cock and knowing that it was all being pumped directly into her stomach was still surprisingly erotic. She clenched with wanton excitement, and the Arcanine atop her replied by way of a pleasured, deep growl as her body caressed his cock.

Arky’s haunches pistoned faster. He was eager for some payback after getting beaten by the Lucario. His muzzle and legs still ached after those expertly delivered kicks, but knowing that he was mating with Luka’s trainer did wonders to alleviate that pain by way of pure, masculine ego. Doing it without a condom would’ve been even better, but he was hardly in a position to remove it, and either way, her slick wet tightness felt amazing around his cock, milking him like her life depended on it. Arky closed his eyes, imagining being inside her bare, and perfectly unaware that Ann shared precisely that fantasy.

Ann thrust her rump back at him feverishly, feeling the orgasmic tension grow and grow with each primal buck of his hips. She squealed, though muffled, like a Pokémon in heat as the Arcanine’s plum-sized balls slapped against her stiffly throbbing clit, and then his knot against her lips. He stretched her wide almost instantly, and then, before Ann could even tell him to slow down, he popped inside her. The sheer sensation of overwhelming fullness left Ann gasping for air, which was made all the more difficult by Ty’s cock still buried deep in her throat. The Arcanine was huge, and he wasn’t afraid to use that size to his advantage in breaking his mates.

The instant he and Ann were tied, he throbbed several times in rapid succession, growls melting into a pleasured, almost feline rumble as he filled her. Well, in his mind, he did. In fantasy, he was filling Ann’s womb with his virile cream, siring a new clutch of eggs inside her, ensuring that she’d waddle around with her belly swelling more and more over a few months. Ann pictured much the same, her sopping pussy clenching around him, milking him for every last drop of his precious seed, body spasming wildly in the throes of her climax in carnal agreement; she wanted his seed, and he was happy to offer it to her.

In reality, of course, he only filled the sturdy condom. It ballooned inside her, but didn’t burst. Still, the heat was palpable, and for a moment, Ann simply relished that sensation. Doubly so once Ty pulled out of her mouth, letting her once again fill her lungs with wonderful life-giving oxygen.

That was when she realized that both Luka and Scarlet were staring at her, and she flushed a crimson red once again. They’d been done for… a while, and she’d been too busy cumming her brains out to notice.

“See, I knew you were the right woman for the job,” Scarlet giggled. “Here, catch.”

She tossed a bottle of pills that Ann just barely managed to catch, cross-eyed from dazed pleasure as she was. She struggled to focus enough to read what it said.

“Lactation inducers. It’s not really fair that you leave someone this cute all thirsty, you know,” she smiled, patting Luka on the head. “So now you can be milky all the time without needing to get bred! Just uh… remember they’re really strong, probably enough to let you feed your whole team, so I’d recommend you take some calcium supplements with them.”

After that, there wasn’t much to do except wait for Arky’s knot to deflate, which took perhaps half an hour. He then pulled out, the condom still intact and very much full of his warm cream. Ann could scarcely imagine how it’d have felt to have him pump it all inside her unprotected. Even Scarlet whistled as she saw it.

“Well, well, well, I guess I’ll have to let you fuck me more often,” she smiled at the Arcanine, who replied with an eager bark. He was satisfied for now, though, as were Ty, Scarlet, and Luka. Everyone had gotten what they wanted, even Ann, and that meant she saved some money she could put towards more rare candies for Luka or the like. Or maybe even more sultry lingerie. Before leaving, she had the Typhlosion fetch her a glass of water. Really, it was the least he could do after stuffing his cock almost all the way into her stomach, and he agreed. Ann swallowed a couple of the pills Scarlet had given her, having entirely forgotten her warning about their strength.

Either way, as much fun as that experience had been, one thing was painfully obvious to both Ann and Luka, now. She would need to build up a team. It wasn’t something even the greatest trainer could do overnight, but there was no doubt that it had to be done as quickly as possible. She thought about it all the way home, and never stopped. Without a full team, she’d never reach true stardom as a trainer.

“What kind of teammates would you like?” Ann asked, when she and Luka laid cuddled up in bed together that night. She’d been giving him some much-needed post-battle care.

Luka let out a long, drawn-out whine, and Ann took a moment to spray more Burn Heal over the worst-scalded parts of his patchy fur. It was, at least, an excuse to be intimate, even if Ann would’ve preferred him not being in pain.

“Yeah, I suppose fire types are pretty strong. Hm,” Ann pondered. The next gym she was scheduled for was grass-type one, as well. But going with pure fire seemed wasteful. She spent a few more minutes taking care of her battered Lucario while thinking, making sure to cover every painful spot in a generous layer of Burn Heal.

“Maybe a Salazzle?” she suddenly blurted out. Fire and Poison would make short work of quite a few types, especially when supported by Luka’s natural talents. And she’d heard of Salazzle sightings not too far from her home! Luka cocked an eyebrow at that but didn’t really offer any feedback one way or the other. On one hand, as far as the Lucario was concerned, all Salazzles were female, which he liked. On the other, they tended towards being very dominant, which he didn’t like quite as much. Supposedly, they had the ability to wrap any male around their fingers, as well, owing to some kind of pheromones. That excited him a little bit.

“I think Salazzle would be good. Maybe a Sawsbuck or something similar eventually to have the grass type shored up, too,” Ann said, and yawned as she did so, closing her eyes to rest her head on Luka’s chest. “And they look great any time of the year, too. You don’t mind, do you?” she mumbled tiredly into his fur. “Not being the only Pokémon on the team anymore. Or the only boy, at that.”

He didn’t.

The next morning, the medicine had done its job, though Luka’s bruised ego would take a little longer to fully heal. He could at least move without feeling like his skin was going to tear from how dry it’d gotten, and his fur was already growing back over the previously bald spots. While they were getting ready, Ann quickly refreshed what she knew about Salazzles. They were a poison/fire type, reptilian, and matriarchal, with the females controlling the much smaller male Salandits with pheromones. Pheromones that, according to some reports, worked on males of all species. That’d be something Ann realized she’d have to keep an eye on, just in case.

Either way, owing to their hypnotic, lusty nature, female Salazzles were almost always pregnant too. That likely meant Ann would have to catch and release until she found one that wasn’t. She didn’t make enough money off being a trainer to feed a whole family of lizards yet.

They lived in caves, which was another headache. Ann had never been much of a spelunker, but after buying some ropes, a safety harness, a helmet, a flashlight, and finally letting Jessica know exactly which cave she was starting with, she was as ready as she’d ever be. The particular cave was perhaps an hour’s walk from her home, and so, the two set off bright and early the following day.

The journey was uneventful, bar for Ann wondering what being a Salazzle was like. They usually had whole harems and fought over the males with each other. What if, though, one wanted to be alone? Then the power of their alluring, mind-bending pheromones would instead be a curse, ensuring that wherever they went, they’d be hounded by adoring little Salandits. Not to mention what’d happen if one of them wasn’t into males at all. Then it’d be an actual nightmare, Ann mused. Thankfully, she’d never heard of that happening.

Ah, there – in the distance, half hidden by foliage – was a cave entrance, dug into a rocky hillside. Ann checked her map, and it seemed this was indeed the right one. It looked unassuming, but then, Salazzles weren’t exactly dragons, even if they had some things in common. Where dragons tended to hoard wealth, Salazzles hoarded lovers.

“What do you think, Luka?” she asked, pointing at the cave entrance.

Luka took a few steps towards the opening. He stuck his head past some dangling verdant vines and long fronds of bracken that almost hid the cave from view. He sniffed the air, and then wrinkled his nose before suddenly sneezing violently.

“Hm? You’re saying you don’t like it?” Ann questioned him. “Weird, I thought Salazzles were supposed to appeal to all males.”

All Luka could reply was a little shake of his head. There was a distinct smell in the air, a sweet and somehow toxic scent that likely indicate the cave was occupied, but pleasant, it was not. If anything, it felt more like it was actively repelling him, like it wasn’t meant for his nose at all.

“Maybe you should wait here,” Ann said. “If you really don’t like it. No, no, I’ll be fine, it’s just a Salazzle. They don’t really attack anyone who doesn’t try to poach their harem,” she reassured Luka when he cocked his head. “And if she does, I have some of these ultra balls. Should give me plenty of time to escape if things go bad.”

Hesitantly, Luka agreed. He’d have preferred to go in there, but the scent made his eyes water. He could only hope that the Salazzle living in there wouldn’t smell quite like that when she was on the team, or they’d have issues.

Ann ventured inside. Owing to her human nose being quite a bit less sensitive than that of most Pokémon, she didn’t sense anything at all for a good few meters. The cave smelled like a cave. A little moss, that familiar stale air mingled with a little bit of moisture dripping in from above, and very little less. Until there was. Suddenly, a wonderful fragrance reached Ann’s nose. It was intense, flowery, sweet like a rosebush in early summer, and it early made her knees buckle right then and there.

“Ooh, that’s what they smell like,” she huffed, feeling a rose-tinted fog roll in over her thoughts. She was having immense trouble concentrating, breathing in the sensual fragrance each time she inhaled, and soon, it was having another effect on her, as well; Ann could feel her panties cling to her slit wetly. Wait, weren’t Salazzles only suppose to affect males? This one hadn’t even affected Luka at all, and it was… it was…

A few steps deeper in, trying to finish that thought, she saw a pair of violet eyes glowing in the dark, half-lidded and relaxed. A few more, and she saw the faint outline of a Salazzle lounging on a smooth-looking rock, already looking at her with a playful grin on her reptilian muzzle, and her legs spread wide to show off her juicy sex, puffy with arousal.

Normally, Ann wasn’t one to be attracted to other women. Not humans, not Pokémon. Yet, seeing the Salazzle so readily splaying herself open, along with the purple mist that hung about her like a cloud – that pheromone-laden scent that everyone talked about, plainly visible at these high concentrations – it got to her something fierce.

Enough so that she licked her lips, staring at that purple, dripping slit. Like all Salazzles, she was ever so slightly luminescent in a few spots, her gorgeous pussy among them. Her delicious pussy, her worshipable pussy that Ann realized she should’ve already had her lips pressed against lovingly, and her tongue lustily delving into her slick heat of it, if the Salazzle would just let her-

-Ann coughed, shaking her head. It was obvious that the pheromones were having an effect on her. But how? She was a woman, and Salazzles never affected females, unless she’d found a cosmically rare lesbian or bisexual Salazzle. A beautiful bisexual Salazzle that she was hopelessly drawn to, needing to capture for herself so she could spend every day with her face between the reptilian Pokémon’s thighs, licking her into orgasm after orgasm until her tongue was stiff and sore. Wow, that scent is powerful, Ann lamented. It wasn’t going to have the same kind of power over her as it would someone of the same species, or perhaps even another Pokémon, but there was no denying that she suddenly found herself craving the Salazzle’s purple, beautiful cunt.

She’d never really thought of women sexually before, much less female Pokémon, but there was, as they said, a first time for everything. Sensing her resistance, the Salazzle spread herself a little wider, even reaching to knead her soaked slit, the characteristic cunning grin never leaving her long, narrow snout.

Ah, what would it hurt to just play along? She’d done worse than eat out a horny lizard, even if she was being manipulated. The sodden feast between her legs looked delicious. Ann approached the goddess of Pokémon and sunk to her knees in front of the lizard’s rock.

“Just remember, you’ll have to join my team for more,” she huffed. The Salazzle nodded eagerly, her lust dribbling over the smooth rock. If Ann didn’t know any better, she’d have guessed it’d been quite a while since the Salazzle got a lover of her preferred gender. Which was a miracle, really; especially this close up, every breath Ann took – the scent was something like a mossy petrichor with notes of violet lilac – filled her head with more and more perverted thoughts, all focused on the beauty of the Salazzle’s feminine form. She wanted those strong legs to squash her face into her reptilian crotch. She wanted to lick, to suck on her clit, to worship that perfumed, slippery pussy.

It looked like the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, drunk as she was on that wonderful fragrance. Ann felt the Salazzle’s fingers wrap around the back of her head, in a gesture of playful dominance – the lizard probably knew it couldn’t permanently enslave a human, but was determined to enjoy her temporary power over her, and thus guided her face towards that dripping sex. Ann closed her eyes, letting the scent take over. And so, as she felt the Salazzle’s honeyed folds kiss her lips wetly, Ann had her first lesbian experience not with another human, but with a horny Pokémon, in a damp, dark cave.

A little strange, maybe. Not as romantic as most might’ve hoped their first homosexual experiences to be. A lot less trembling and adoring little touches and kisses, and no silk sheets, but then again, Ann had her first unprotected sex with a Pokémon too, and her first pregnancy was with eggs. The time for romance was long past.

Ann pressed her face into the Salazzle’s leaking, puffy mound with a breathy moan, tracing her tongue over those luscious lips and taking in her flavor. The Pokémon hissed with pleasure in response, hooking a leg around her new eager servant’s head and grinding back, smearing her human face with wet, sticky lust. Ann thrust her tongue deeper into that silken passage, curling it up against where her g-spot would hopefully be. At the same time, she could feel the lizard’s juices ooze down over her chin, dribbling from the corners of her mouth no matter how hard she swallowed. The scent was one thing; the taste another entirely. It made her feel like she was a butterfly, almost, suckling on the sweet nectar from the most beautiful flower, only far, far more erotic.

Ann gorged herself on the Salazzle, letting the pheromones guide her actions, until she heard the lizard gasp, moan, and hiss, both legs now crushing her head against her soaked mound, before, perhaps because of her legs feeing to week to remain in that position, she pushed Ann over onto the moss-covered cave floor, spun around and planted her slippery folds back against the confuse human’s face before she had time to protest or complain.

Then, while grinding down against her face, the Salazzle craned her neck with reptilian flexibility, almost folding herself in two as she dove for Ann’s breasts and caught one in her mouth, engulfing most the soft flesh and suckling on it. She had always been fascinated with these soft, bouncy orbs trainers had, and indeed; Ann tasted wonderful. They writhed together like that for a good few minutes, with the Salazzle utterly drenching Ann’s face in her juices even before her orgasm began to draw near. Only then did she let her lips pop off Ann’s teat, and intending to reward her newest “pet”, if only in the most playful sense of the world, she leaned forward and softly inhaled Ann’s clit into her mouth instead.

Ann, high on pheromones as she was, came immediately and hard. She stiffened under the Salazzle, her back arching and her legs kicking as her orgasm swept through her, her sex immediately surrendering to pleasure the instant Salazzle’s tongue touched it. It wasn’t something that Ann had predicted when she woke up that morning, that’d she’d be cumming her brains out and moaning into someone else’s wet, spasming pussy in turn. She almost choked when the first creamy gush of the Salazzle’s orgasmic flood filled her mouth, as the lizard joined her in her climax. And yet, the taste was heavenly. Along with the quivers and clenches of her cunt around Ann’s tongue, it told her, in no uncertain words, that she was a good girl. She kept licking, swallowing, and tongue-fucking the reptilian snatch on her mouth until their orgasms were well and truly over.

“W-wh-“ Ann stuttered once Salazzle finally hopped off her, and laid down next to the trainer for a quick post-sex snuggle, grinning that knowing grin. Ann was still panting. “-wow. Didn’t think another woman would be that good, holy…”

She closed her eyes, letting that sweet scent of slowly fading pheromones gently bring her back to earth. The Salazzle’s taste still lingered on her lips, floral and rich.

When they emerged from the cave about half an hour later, it was to the sight of Luka pacing back and forth nervously. The moment Ann appeared, he practically pounced with a happy whine, embracing his trainer while eyeing the reptilian newcomers suspiciously. He could smell the two females all over each other, and while it was a pleasant scent – one that he liked on himself, too – he felt as if the Salazzle was a little too cocky. Like she needed to be reminded of who the alpha was.

With a growl, Luka grabbed the lizard by the waist and pushed her against the cliffside. Salazzle rolled her eyes with a sigh. This was why she preferred other females; there was less ego involved, less need for anyone to prove their worth or be worried that they’d somehow lost their dominant position.

“Hey, hey, don’t hurt her, Luka,” Ann commanded. “She’s on the team now.”

The Salazzle shook her head. She wasn’t being hurt, nor did she mind what he no doubt wanted to do. It was, as she saw it, simply the price to pay for being in a team with a male “alpha”. And sure enough, she soon felt Luka’s stiffness prod against her already quite slippery folds. Of course. Now he’d proceed to fuck her to regain his sense of being the top dog. Males were incredibly simple, sometimes. She gave another sigh, this one louder than the last, and then obligingly spread her legs in “submission”. The thought of mating with Luka didn’t excite her, but he did have a rather nice-looking cock, which meant she could at least enjoy it physically.

Rather, her eyes were drawn to Ann as Luka nudged his shaft between her legs and slid, effortlessly, into her lust-slickened body. It felt good, visibly so, Ann figured as she met the Salazzle’s gaze. She was watching the two to make sure their little rivalry – which was what it was, as far as Ann could tell – didn’t result in either of them getting hurt. Luka pounded into her fiercely, maybe paying her back for the anxiety he’d felt waiting for Ann to return, growling and snarling possessively to the rhythm of the wet slapping of their hips.

Ann leaned in over the Salazzle and caught her lips against her own, engaging the lizard in a passionate kiss while Luka kept rutting into her. Her hand slipped down along her smooth scales and down to her groin, where she spread them to feel the canine shaft thrusting in, while at the same time thumbing over the Salazzle’s clit to make the experience a little more pleasant for her. It worked just as intended; she was already hissing with pleasure when their lips met, but having her clit played with by another female made her twist and squirm, suddenly rocking her hips with desire rather than just taking it.

Luka didn’t take long, though. In just a few more thrusts, Ann felt his cock throb between her fingers. The familiar orgasmic twitching signalled that he was seeding his mate. One, two, three – each buck accompanied by a lusty grunt from Luka, and a little muffled whimper into Ann’s mouth, as the Salazzle’s body eagerly swallowed his virile offering, even if her mind was indifferent at best to it. Yet, freshly bred or not, she smiled when Ann broke the kiss. The kind of seductive, curious smile that told her that she’d be having much more fun than this later, maybe – if the subtle little motion of her slitted eyes was anything go by – with Ann cleaning her up after Luka was all done.

Slowly, Luka pulled out. He hadn’t bothered tying with her, and so, as his cock slipped out, a warm flood of his cum gushed over Ann’s hand, and both of the women giggled in unison. Ann could certainly remember how much Luka came when he was really needy, and how awkward dripping with his sperm for hours afterwards could be. Even across species borders, it was one of those experiences that any female, or maybe even any bottom, could empathize with. Well, it also looked rather hot; though sated for now, she did briefly imagine herself slurping the mess up while licking the Salazzle to another beautiful orgasm.

With that, they officially had their new team member. Luka was happy that he could remain the leader – at least as far as the Pokémon part of the team was concerned – and admired the sight of the Salazzle’s pussy drooling with his seed. She, in turn, didn’t seem to mind the fact that Luka had fucked her, or inseminated her, even if she showed equally little appreciation of that fact. It felt good, in a detached way; she wasn’t very attracted to males, but also didn’t mind helping them with their silly arousal, if only to get them to calm down. If she ended up with some eggs from it, well, it was a lot easier of a pregnancy than the humans got. Often, nobody even noticed that one was pregnant before the eggs suddenly came out. The idea of a pregnant Ann, though, tickled the Salazzle, who, despite her recent orgasms, was rather aroused at the thought of more fun with her new trainer, eventually. Even if it meant the Lucario would want to “re-establish” himself as the top dog each time.

As for Ann herself, beyond just the fun she’d had with the Salazzle, something had fundamentally changed inside her. Some new part of her mind had been unlocked by having her thoughts drenched in sweet pheromones, and from that point onwards she was equally attracted to women as she was to men – and more relevantly, perhaps, as eager for female Pokémon as male ones. The female form had, in her mind, gone from something unimportant to something very erotic, something to lust after, something that left her knees feeling weak just like a sufficiently masculine and erect male body did.

There was one thought that kept repeating more than others in the depths of her mind. Her childhood friend, Jessica. Maybe she’d be a perfect first opportunity to experiment with another human. After all, her curvy, feminine body, probably a few weeks pregnant again, was hot enough to make Ann squirm with a hungry kind of desire. Maybe they could collaborate, or at least sate each other’s lusts, while she looked for a third member for her team.

Assuming that Jessica was into it. If not, maybe Ann would introduce her to the Salazzle first. But first, she’d probably have to take care of her breasts. They had already swollen quite a bit thanks to Scarlet’s pills, from her regular C-cup to near double-Ds. Maybe two was too many pills, she lamented, kneading herself to try to relieve the ache before deciding that she’d probably need Luka to help.