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It had only been about 30 minutes since he boarded the PsyCorps private jet that he had fallen asleep. Any and all of the important documents he’d been were loosely nestled at his side in an average sized backpack, while his new I.D. and ‘work pokegear’ were settled in his pocket. Supposedly there was a region about four hours north of Johto where humans and pokemon lived harmoniously, but there were no daycares or gyms. Recently a lot of development and construction had started, normal people wanted to become trainers, and community leaders had become gym leaders. At the time of Dane’s travel there were only three, and one of them in particular, the fire gym leader, had agreed to work with PsyCorps and by association, Dane.

Mariel was her name, a beautiful, appropriately red-haired woman with a number of experienced fire-types at her side. Supposedly without daycares for pokemon to let off some steam, a lot of pokemon were a little on edge, and very few of them knew how to manage such urges. Mariel’s pokemon were some of the more manageable, which made this location, as Dane’s first, not so demanding. The most driven point, of the assignment, however, was just to have fun and relax. After all, if the pokemon would be having a good time, why shouldn’t he?

Hours later, after the plane had landed, Dane groggily awoke to a blurry image, a woman covered in red with a bright face. He tossed and turned in his seat and she giggled before he sat up. The blur of a world all around him slowly and surely came into focus as the woman sat down beside him, her bright red hair casting an eerie amount of reddened light over the pair of seats before him. She continued to come into focus, leaning back in her chair as she watched him from the side, smirking with her cheek rested on her palm.

“Long flight?”

She wore a short, tight skirt with a complicated design of fire all over it. Her breasts were ample, too big for the dress, for sure, and her legs were smooth, toned, and tanned. Much like her hair, her eyes were red, and they too almost appeared glowing. It was at that moment that Dane’s heart skipped a beat.

“M-Mariel?” He smiled nervously.

“D-Dane?” She mocked, standing up and brushing off her dress.

Dane picked himself up at a casual pace, laughing softly before he yawned even louder than before. “I hope your pokemon are as spicy as you are.”

Mariel held out her hand and Dane shook it firmly. Only a moment later she stepped back and sized him up, looking from his disheveled, thick, black hair to his posture. She almost looked a little pleased before she turned away and motioned him behind her. “Well you won’t have to hope for long. My home isn’t too far from where you landed.”

Dane nodded, almost a little curious as to why she’d live so close to an airport before he made his way off of the plane, his jaw dropping at the sight of his surroundings.

“Whoa…”

The place was even more beautiful than he barely remembered Lisa saying, with luscious, greenery growing deeply reddened fruits all over. Houses were sparingly placed as far as the eye could see, built by the hands of humans and pokemon together. There didn’t seem to be any pokemon centers around, or even an airport, just a large open space at the center of the town with lines drawn of chalk for trainers to do battle. A single large building stood in his wake, a little burgundy in color with a golden pokeball-like symbol toward the top of it.

“I would like to welcome you, Dane.” Mariel spoke as she started toward the building. The jet started behind them and before she had spoke again, it had taken off. “To Crimson Town and to my home— The Crimson Town Gym!”

Mariel pushed her way into the building through its front doors, sending a powerful burst of heat against herself and Dane. She relished in it with a grin as Dane lifted an arm to shield his eyes. She reached back and took him by the collar and pulled him into the building throbbing with warmth, pulling his hand from his eyes and patting him down.

“Hah!” She put her hands on her hips as she stared him down. “If you can’t handle this then there’s no way you’re getting with any of my fire-types!”

Dane smiled weakly and tugged at his collar. It wasn’t hot, but a certain level of uncomfortably warm. “Pfft, this…this is nothin’”

“Whatever ya say, tough guy.” Mariel took Dane by his hand and led him through the building. The closer they got to the center the hotter it became. After about a minute they reached a rather sizable, homely looking room with a nidoking-sized bed with a dresser next to it. All different kinds of gym leader paraphernalia laid about the room with a body-sized painting of Mariel standing in front of a massive group of pokemon. She shoved Dane hard across the room and onto the bed before closing the door behind her.

“H-Hey!” Dane plopped against the bed before rolling over to sit up. Sweat started to roll down his forehead as Mariel stood before him, pulling her shirt over her head and tearing it off. Her bra was another shade of red, lighter and lacy, and her panties, which barely stayed up as she pulled down her pants were a similar shade. Once Dane’s face was as red as it could get, she chuckled, kicking away her clothes.

“Now then!” She stepped to Dane’s side and sat next to him. “I’m sure you’re just as eager to meet my pokemon as they are to meet you, so I’ll set down some ground rules so you can be on your way. Got it?”

Dane looked over her smooth skin once more before nodding. He wiped his forehead. “Sounds good.”

“This place can get hot, so I don’t mind if you’re not fully clothed, just try to keep on some boxers. This…” she gestured to herself. “Is the normal when I’m relaxing, so get used to it, and since you’ll be staying with me, you’re free to sleep wherever you like, just be courteous and clean. Last, but not least, I’ve already told all of my pokemon about you, and being the intelligent little delights that they are, the females are more than eager to meet you. Just don’t be surprised if you get sized up or touched on a little.”

There was a couple moments of silence before Dane took a breath to respond, but just then Mariel chimed in once more.

“Hold on! One last thing, this place is pretty big, so if I walk in on you don’t be too surprised, alright?”

Her voice turned coy at the end of that and Dane noted so with a raised eyebrow. After a while he shrugged. “You got it.”

Mariel chuckled and stood up, giving Dane a pat on the shoulder. “Good! Now then, you try to enjoy yourself and try not to get burned too bad. I don’t keep any burn heals around.” She saw him off with a wink, leaving the door wide-open behind her.

He couldn’t help but smile.

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Dane could feel eyes and hear the curious sniffing of pokemon from all over as he made his way through the building. Each and every room was more spacious than the last, with simplicities all over. Bathing facilities had pools instead of regular bathtubs, most-likely for more than one, and the two kitchens were well-equipped with tools that even pokemon could use— he found that out first hand as he visited the second, where a Typhlosion lounged in front of an open oven with an empty bowl of food at her side.

“Heh…” The moment Dane opened his mouth he could hear her sniffing about. “Not hot enough for ya?”

The Typhlosion picked herself up to her fours, seeing Dane’s feet and legs between a network of table and chair legs. She stood up and held onto the table as Dane made his way around it, her gaze focused on his form and figure. Her stare was intense, and she curled her paws at the sight of his bare chest, his skin glistening and his hair flowing behind him. As he made his way over to the fridge she began to approach. A sweeping kick lifted the oven door, closing it as her tongue ran across her lips.

Dane pulled a cold bottle of water from the fridge before closing it and spinning about, only to find himself face-to-face with Typhlosion. He smirked and popped the top off of the bottle, lifting it to his mouth for a few gulps before sighing out. The refreshing cold rushed through his being and he clenched his fists, as though empowered. His grin widened and his posture straightened up once more. Lisa had mentioned Mariel’s Typhlosion, Cinder, in the report. She was Mariel’s typical starter and ace.

“Typh…” She spoke with a short, almost choppy growl, lifting her paws to Dane’s sides. She took the waist of his boxers with one paw and placed the other on his chest. She traced Dane’s pecs with her paws as she leaned into him, pressing her nose to his neck for a deep breath. He chuckled against her as her tongue ran up his neck and his boxers came down. Her nostrils flared from the scent of a capable male and she hungrily sucked in the scent.

Dane returned the favor without a second thought. With a hand on her hip, clenching her soft, thick fur, he slipped the other between her thighs. She recoiled a step, but he stepped forward, cupping her sex. She grit her teeth and grabbed the closest thing she could, Dane’s cock. He winced for a moment with her sudden grip, but it quickly shifted to a wild, almost feral grin.

“Good. I think introductions take too long too.”

Cinder pushed forward and stroked Dane’s dick hard, gripping one of his shoulders and giving the other a hard bite. He grunted as he went down, retaliating with a pair of fingers between her furry folds. They hadn’t done anything more than touch and she was already wet. The world became a blur around them as they crashed against the kitchen floor, Cinder’s palms coated in Dane’s pre as her thighs radiated her scent and warmth. Dane’s fingers continued to push as she thrusted herself forward against him. She desperately throbbed against his palms, feverishly panting and biting even harder in ecstasy.

Dane grunted once more, feeling his blood trickle from the new wound. He pushed further, flicking out his fingers, pressing them against her beating flesh. His entire hand was soaked, and his cock throbbed for action of its own. Suddenly, the ear-splitting scream came, muffled by his flesh before her little fangs left his body. Her orgasm was just as powerful, leaving her body aching, desperately longing for more, even deeper affection as he gasped breathlessly. As she attempted to focus, Dane climbed on top of her, spreading her legs and holding them open with his palms.

She forced herself to focus, still gripping Dane’s cock as precum oozed from the tip and over her sex. For a moment she gazed deep into his eyes, the feeling of Dane’s warmth far more invigorating than any heat she’d ever felt in her life.

“Ph-phlosion ty…” Cinder looked away with a feral blush, then she spread her legs wider, gripping Dane’s arms as he pressed his tip to her fur, drawing a line with his viscous precum.

He leaned over her and thrust inside, clenching his teeth together as she gasped loud under him. Her short claws dimpled his skin as he gripped her fur hard, pulling back and thrusting forward. She screamed out in feral delight, throwing her head one way then another as she desperately tried to clench about Dane’s cock, but to no avail. He rocked her harder and faster, sparing her no rest in the process.

Suddenly, her neckflames ignited and she threw her head back, lightning up the room with a hellish, deep red glow. Despite the uncomfortable heat, her insides were comfortable, invigorating, even, and knowing that he was the cause of such lust left his ego higher than ever. She began to kick her legs at his side, gasping one breath and then another, helpless against her lover. Her insides clenched and convulsed, her lust poured out about Dane’s cock and pooled beneath them.

It was already happening again. Her grip beginning to loosen uncontrollably, the world around her going blurry. Those deep breaths simply weren’t enough anymore, and loud, echoed screams could no longer display that pleasure. All the while, Dane’s body rocked her own, moving seamlessly against her breaths and pushes. He could feel her body going limp beneath him as stammered, empty gasps of her name told of her oncoming climax.

Cinder lifted her paws to Dane’s shoulders and pulled him down against her, embracing his body tight before rolling on top of him, pinning him beneath her. She smothered him in fur and took his cock down to his hilt before finally cumming. A flamethrower quickly became a fire blast as Dane answered her release with his own, gripping her sides from below as he took a breath of her thick scent. He thrust upward against her, his seed spewing forth with the fullness of an uncorked bottle of sparkling oran wine.

As Cinder’s orgasm drew to its close, forming a much bigger mess on the floor and her body relaxed on top of Dane’s, his continued. He rolled her onto her side and continued to pound her, holding her body in place as he slammed into her. His thick seed oozed from her slit and he gasped for a breath, but his orgasm refused to stop. As she panted on her side, mouth ajar and tongue lolled out, Dane filled her up before suddenly pulling back. His seed spilled out and a small burst of it painted her belly and side as he leaned forth.

“Damn…” He smiled weakly, gripping his hard cock and gently stroking it. Despite Cinder’s exhaustion, he was far more than ready to continue…but the peculiar feeling of being watched prickled him all over his body. His grin grew wider, his cock throbbed harder and his hands on her sides shifted to her hips as he looked deep into her tired eyes.

It was time to put on a show.