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If you asked little Maria what her favorite class was, she probably couldn’t tell you. Art, perhaps, though she wasn’t especially good at it; or maybe Physical Education, where she got to explore in the gym or play outside.

One thing was certain, though: it definitely wasn’t Pokemon Studies.

Maria knew that pokemon were an important part of her world; that trainers and battlers were superstars, and that pokemon played key roles in everything from transportation to entertainment to farming. But she herself had never really been that interested in them. During Pokemon Studies, she usually sat at the back of the class, scribbling in her notebook in crayon under the delusion that her teacher wouldn’t notice her.

Still, she was called on every now and then.

“Maria! I asked you a question!”

The young girl jumped in her chair and looked up, blinking. Mr. Cross lived up to his name, with his arms folded and his face unamused. “Um… yes?”

He sighed. “I asked which pokemon have reputations for trying to live as humans, rather than simply alongside us.”

“Um… uh…”

He looked disappointed. “Anyone?”

“Ditto!” One boy in the front row piped up. “And the Zorua family!”

“Correct.”

“Pfeh!” Maria scoffed, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “Ditto can’t even talk when they change, and half the time their faces are weird-lookin’ anyway. And Zorua can’t change anything about their real bodies. There’s still fur and stuff underneath the illusion!”

“I can understand the urge to dismiss them,” Mr. Cross said in the tone of the lecturer. “But vigilance is key. There are reports of Zoroark living uninterrupted human lives for years at a time before being found out. In fact, one high-profile trainer from Unova claims that a Zoroark carried on an entire conversation with her before deliberately revealing itself!”

Maria rolled her eyes. What a bunch of baloney. “Y’know,” she said, “I bet you’d have to be a real dope to get tricked by a Zoroark.”

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Over twenty years had passed since that day in class, and Maria was no longer a young girl scribbling in the back of the classroom. Now she was a confident woman in the full flower of her adulthood. She worked an office job in the big city; nothing to write home about, yet nothing shameful, either. Her work gave her enough money for a decent duplex apartment in a good neighborhood and left her enough to take nights on the town—

And at the moment, she was having a blast.

Night Daze was a relatively new club, still attracting a hip crowd and bustling with energy and entertainment. Maria wasn’t always in the mood for clubbing, but when she was, Night Daze had quickly become her destination of choice. The venue was kept dark, with purple and maroon lights casting everything in warped shadows, and subwoofers on every wall that blasted the latest music. Tonight’s track of choice was deep, fast-paced hip-hop out of Alola with a thrumming, hypnotic bassline.

Pokemon were part of Night Daze, as they were part of everything everywhere. Even her own office had Porygon to serve as the first line of defense against malware attacks, Timburr and Gurdurr to help with construction, and an office Minccino to tidy the break room. (Her name was Taffy, and she was quite plump due to the staff’s propensity to reward her with treats for the slightest thing.) At the club, things were a bit different. They often had a pokemon on hand to help pump out the music; today was a Loudred, though she’d seen an Exploud and even a Noivern before. A Mr. Mime was on hand to create barriers to immediately separate any rowdy patrons… or to provide sudden privacy to anyone who needed it. A Zebstrika stood by the DJ, flashing its lights in a hypnotic pattern in time with the music, far more effective than any light machine. A Misdreavus floated overhead, its dark body nearly invisible in the club’s dimmed confines. The jewels around its neck glowed faintly with power as it levitated drinks to patrons. And while she’d never partaken herself, Maria had it on good authority that there were Munna and Musharna in the back room, with dream mist ready to send any patrons on a voyage of somnambulant bliss. (Night Daze denied using them, of course; dream mist was strictly regulated. But then, who had time to chase one of the most profitable venues in town?)

Personally, Maria didn’t care for the pokemon one way or another. In fact, if she was being honest with herself, she could do with a little less of their presence in the club. But they were hardly a dealbreaker, especially on a night like tonight.

Sometimes Maria went clubbing with her galpals, but she had nothing against going alone. Tonight was such a night—and she was happy for it. After all, she’d caught his eye.

He was a lithe and lanky fellow who could only have been a few inches over five foot, but he moved with the sort of fluid confidence that was rare for a man his height and build. His pale features were sharp, with defined cheekbones, and handsome; his hair was a smoky red, cut flatteringly. He wore a close-fitting, black leather bomber jacket with a ruff of dark fur around his neck, and skinny pants. Black fingerless gloves completed the look.

She’d seen him here a few times, nearly always with a different woman. He moved like liquid lightning on the dance floor and always seemed to exude easy charisma. Maria had caught his eye a few times in the past, and something electric had passed between them, but either her friends or the woman he had been with had always gotten in the way.

Tonight, though, they were both unattached.

Maria was at the bar when she felt his eyes on the back of her neck. She turned around and their gaze met. She smirked and returned to her drink, letting him come to her.

He did.

“Seen you around,” he said, slipping easily onto the stool next to her. At 5’6”, she had a few inches on him, but he didn’t seem to mind or care. That was admirable. “Must say, you look enticing… especially tonight.”

Oh, his voice. It was low, though not impossibly so, and edged with a hint of wild roughness. He spoke with confidence, downright daring her to find out more.

“You sure you’re not just saying that?” she said with a touch of a smile to her face. “I’ve seen you with plenty of other women, you know.”

He shrugged, the motion almost pantherine. “Yeah, I won’t deny it. I’m pretty open about this being a one-time thing. Don’t expect anything long-term from me. However…” He leaned in a little closer to her, reached out one gloved finger to swirl on her wrist. She let him. The touch made her feel electric. “If you want the best night of your life? Then I’m your man.”

She looked sideways at him. His eyes… they were piercing, sky blue—no, not like the sky, like jewels. There was confidence and lust and pride hidden in those eyes. They promised things she could never even imagine.

“You have a name?” Maria asked.

He shifted as if pleased where the conversation was going. “Blake.”

“Well, Blake, I admit, I like what I’m hearing…” She could feel other eyes on her, jealous ones. He was clearly much in demand here at Night Daze. She played aloof and confident, throwing back the rest of her glass. The drink burned pleasantly, trickling down her throat. “But if you want to see me in bed, I’m gonna need to be taken onto the dance floor first.”

He slid off the stool in one fluid motion; his hand caught against her arm, tugging her down with him, the gesture insistent but not domineering. She allowed herself to be pulled down. “I thought,” Blake said, his voice a velvet purr as he produced bills for her drink and pawed them onto the bar, “you’d never ask.”

The music strobed low and driving, like a heartbeat, the bass boosted to such a degree that Maria could feel it in her bones, her teeth. The drink buzzed pleasantly inside of her; she’d had enough that her judgment wasn’t affected but her sense of daring had increased. Blake led her out to the dance floor and the two of them began to follow the beat.

Maria undulated her hips, the sequined skirt she wore flashing under the lights above. She raised her arms over her head, the action straining her top against her breasts, and every flip of her head sent her hair whipping this way and that. While not an expert, she was a confident dancer, especially with a tiny bit of booze to lend her some courage.

But she had nothing on Blake. He moved like shadow, like the spirit of dance itself, with an agility that had to be unreal. One minute he was shimmying up against her, their bodies nearly pressing, the next he was before her, his limbs twisting in a hypnotic pattern that drew the eye and aligned perfectly with the beat. He was far more mobile than she was, but his footwork was impeccable, not a single step out of touch or pace. His legwork, his arms, his every move was commanding, and somehow he avoided interfering with any other dancer on the floor. Maria strove to match him as best she could. She felt eyes on her; whenever Blake danced, he inevitably drew attention from around the club. Tonight was no different.

As the song drove on he grew closer and closer, more daring in his movement, his eyes flashing with eagerness. And maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was just the intrigue of the situation, but Maria found herself swearing that the maroon and purple lighting of the club was weaving and undulating subtly in time with the music, in time with Blake’s movements and hers. It was a hypnotic pattern, as if the lights and the sound and the entire situation existed only for her. As she cast her gaze about her, intrigued, the lights almost unspooled to coil around her sensually. She could swear she could feel them caressing her neck, like dark fur…

And then the song was over and she was panting, heaving, everything back to normal, and Blake was standing there smiling, not so much as remotely out of breath. “You look like you had fun,” he said, voice flanged with amusement, and she couldn’t bring herself to return any pithy phrase.

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah.”

“You want to… dance again? Or…” he trailed off, the open-ended phrase powerful in its possibility. He waited for her to fill it with a suggestion.

Oh, she was ready. “I think I want to try a different kind of dancing,” she said.

His grin widened.

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Maria was pretty proud of her place, all things considered, but the truth of the matter was that it was no Night Daze. Still, no big deal. Home had a charm all its own. After all, you couldn’t let yourself get fucked by a dashing stranger in the middle of a club, now, could you?

(Well, okay sure—you could, but it was terribly gauche.)

Although Blake didn’t seem to give his surroundings so much as a glance, Maria still found herself pleased that she had tidied up the day before. Her living room, her kitchen, they were all spick and span. She led him to her bedroom, a second-floor room with a nice view of the city lights and a large queen-sized mattress boasting a thick comforter.

Humming to herself, Maria undressed, giddy with excitement for what was to come. She had her back to Blake and could hear the sounds of him undressing behind her; she tried to make the act of undressing as enticing as she could. She took her lips in her teeth at the sharp bite of the air against her womanhood and her breasts as she took off her panties and bra. Oh, she was ready…

She turned to see if Blake was there and paused for a moment. He was undressed, certainly, but only partially. He still had on his fur-ruffed jacket and was still wearing his gloves. She cocked her head. “Are you…?”

“They give me confidence.” The reply felt rote, as if he was used to giving it. “Just trust me, if you let them stay on, I’ll rock your world. And besides…” He reached a hand down to his cock. “Isn’t this what you’re interested in?”

Maria’s gaze followed him down and she murmured with delight. Even one of those seven-foot strongmen you saw at weightlifting competitions would have been proud to boast a package that was Blake’s size. On a man of his stature, however, it looked absolutely titanic.

Smirking, he pulled out a condom, tearing the wrapper open with a swift snap of his teeth. Casting it aside, he kept eye level with her as he cautiously and carefully rolled it down his cock. Maria’s eyes widened as he did so. It boasted a number of grooves and ridges on it that almost looked like spines. Stealing a glance at the wrapper, she saw the blue-and-black image of a cartoon Luxray. She’d seen these specialty condoms for sale before; ‘to help spark up her night’ was the tagline. The use of overt pokemon imagery had been enough to make her roll her eyes and shop on. Not that it was a dealbreaker for him to have it himself, of course. She wondered where he’d found one the right size. After he was finished, he slathered on a hefty amount of lube, the surface gleaming.

“Where’d you get one that size?” she asked, not taking her eyes off his cock.

He chuckled. “Trade secret. Now…” He prowled forward, blue eyes vibrant, and grabbed her wrist. Maria flushed with a gasp. The fabric of his gloves was warm against her skin, almost like fur. He applied a surprising amount of pressure with an air that made it seem like it was effortless for him; she allowed him to maneuver her onto her bed. Her heart beat a tattoo inside her chest as she gazed up at him, her chest rising and falling with every breath. The weight of her breasts settled on her chest.

Smirking, Blake kept one hand on her wrist, effortlessly keeping her pinned, while the other reached up to her cheek. Her breath quickened as she felt his delicate touch against her cheek, the slight tickling sensation as he traced a path down her chin and neck to her collarbone nearly unbearable.

The trail continued further south and she moaned with sensitivity as his touch found her breasts. Maria was pleased with her size—she was big enough to be enticing, but not so much as to encumber her in day-to-day life or make shopping difficult. Blake pressed one hand against her breast experimentally, the flesh pillowing between his fingers, and she moaned again, louder, at the pressure.

“Yes,” he murmured, almost to himself, “this should do nicely…”

Before Maria had a chance to wonder what he meant, he took her rapidly-stiffening nipple and pinched it. She squeaked out a cry as the sharp bite of pain quickly eked out into a low note of pleasure. Sweat beaded on her brow.

She opened her mouth to say more but all that crawled out was a long, drawn-out hiss of pleasure. Blake had swung his hips low and was sliding his condom-wrapped cock back and forth against her pussy lips. The sensation was wild… she could feel the barbs and spines tickling and biting against her, squealing a high note as he pressed in and had them rub against her clit. Her body sang with feedback and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm just starting to stir down inside. Her pussy was becoming slick and wet with juices. What was especially crazy was how it felt.

“It doesn’t even feel like latex…” she panted out between breaths.

Blake looked pleased. “Top quality stuff,” he said. “Guaranteed to leave you happy…”

After another minute of sawing, Blake apparently decided it was time to skip past the foreplay. He angled his body so that his cock was facing her entrance—and then he pressed in. Maria arched her back, keening wordlessly, and strained against his wrists. He still kept her pinned with zero effort, however. Her breaths shallow and breaking, Maria wriggled her hips down as best she could, sliding further down. Her own wetness, plus the generous application of lube, helped him slide in without too much effort. The sensation was encompassing, but rewarding—the ache of being spread quickly morphosing into pleasure that began to whip something to life deep within her.

By all the legends, he was so big—by the time he held in her she was split so wide she could hardly stand it, her body unfurling with wild bliss. She felt as though he was occupying every square inch of her sex, leaving not even a breath of wiggle room, and for a moment she just luxuriated in the feeling. Ambrosial pleasure sponged through her being.

And then Blake started really giving it to her, and she careened with delight. He slid out and the spines and ridges and barbs on his condom stroked her inner walls like nothing she’d ever even imagined. Her cheeks flushed and she crooned madly with overwhelming delight, her whole body mad with ecstasy. The little things teased her madly, their sharp little nicks popcorning her experience with a series of sharp, staccato bites that quickly made her squeal. Gods, she liked them. Her face was flushed, her cheeks red with fervor, and she swayed her hips from side to side ever-so-gently, trying to stimulate and reward him. She’d have to reconsider that Luxray-branded supercondom; wherever he’d picked it up, it was worth every penny. The barbs and bumps on it were stimulating in a way that drove her mad, and whatever it was made of felt far smoother and more pleasant than mere latex.

Blake’s thrusts quickly picked up steam and before long, he was driving at her with a pace that far eclipsed the one he’d first entered her with. He was quickly jackhammering in and out of her, his power and speed positively blinding; she was left flushed and gasping and panting, not even able to gasp or keen with each thrust, so fast were they going after one another. The barbs on his condom were designed in such a way that they slid in easily going in, so quiet that they were almost invisible, only to fill her with a spiral of pleasure coming out. With the breakneck speed he was going at, that meant that her world quickly became a symphony of the smooth pressure of him sliding in and the sharp dance of him coming out. She could feel herself whimpering as that earlier, orgasmic feeling grew stronger and stronger. It would be happening soon.

Blake grunted—or, well, close to it. Maria was surprised to hear that the sound was more like a growl, deep and low and grating. It was not an aggressive sound, but a wild, almost dominant one. He leaned over her to better angle himself and his body moved back and forth in time with his thrusts; his jacket, done open, draped down, and Maria gasped at a new sensation. As Blake slammed back and forth, fucking her with passionate, fervent speed, the fur of his jacket lining stroked her skin. She felt it dancing over her flesh, especially tickling her breasts. It felt softer than it looked, and more voluminous, and even felt warm, like it possessed the breath of life…

Blake slammed in harder, and harder, and Maria’s eyes widened as she squealed. Something, something was… slamming against her mound, pressing against her pussy lips! She craned a head to look at it but Blake applied pressure to her wrist and she fell back with a velvet murmur.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked. His voice was sharp and breathy with arousal. He was close too, she could hear it; and there was a scratchy, almost wild quality to the sound, as if that earlier growl had not quite gone away.

“Something is—it’s—” She broke off, panting, as the heavy pressure knocked against her sex, pressing luxuriantly against her clit, and she whimpered as absolute bliss raced through her. “Something—b-big, what—”

He chuckled. “Just my hips,” he said soothingly. “You’re a bit easy to please, aren’t you?”

As he slid out the barbs flicked against her walls, and before the sensation was even gone he slammed back in and the pressure returned and she was gasping for breath, eyes fluttering, so close. Was it really his hips? Was he just that commanding, that forceful with his pace? He—

He slammed in again and then held, pressing as if wanting to nudge even deeper inside her. The pressure returned and she could have sworn that a thick something was trying to squeeze its way inside. Blake looked distracted with pleasure, but then he grunted and visibly marshaled himself, and the pressure stopped—as he dragged it back, though, it pressed insistently against her clit, wringing every last drop of bliss from her, and Maria sobbed needfully as she came, her pussy dancing with delight and clamping down and down against Blake’s cock. He grunted and moved his free hand to his cock, nudging and squeezing something at the base; raising her head, Maria saw that it seemed that part of the condom had bunched up at the base of his cock. The condom had more to give than she’d expected; there was a hefty amount of it, all bunched and knotted around his base. Blake squeezed at the clump, gasped in delight, and then sunk home. The barbs were an undercurrent to her orgasmic bliss, asserting themselves through every squeeze as she continued clenching down, and Blake barked out a wordless, heady cry, and he held in and came—

And oh, it was incredible, feeling him tense and occupy her and feeling warmth splash within, gushing again and again, and she cooed as it filled her, and he held over her, warm hand still on her wrist, another stroking her, and he was lowly murmuring to her how wonderful she was, how promising she was, what an excellent job she would do… For minutes, as her orgasm slowly ebbed, Maria was content to lay there underneath him, basking in his praise and in the warmth both out of her and in.

And then, after a few minutes of Blake holding inside, it hit her. A wet warmth… in her?

“Oh fuck, the c-condom, it broke, I can feel—”

“No it didn’t, love,” Blake said with that same smooth reassurance.

Anger flared. “I said I can feel—”

She broke off, gasping as he abruptly slid out of her, the sudden emptiness disorienting. He leaned back, taking the pressure off her wrist, and hefted his cock. “Look, see? It’s fine.”

She craned her neck up. There, impossibly around his cock, was his condom, same as before—clearly unbroken, with a hefty amount of cum pooled at the tip.

Maria blinked, blinked again. “But I… I swear, I felt it!”

“Remember all that lube I slathered on?” Blake said comfortingly, like talking to a child who’d had a nightmare. “The friction probably worked it up, yeah? Plus, I had on a lot. Some of it probably squelched free after you started clenching.”

She swallowed. That… made sense. Right? Still, she swore she could feel the warmth inside of her even now. “But I… ah, ahn…” She trailed off blushing as a gush of fluid slid free when she partially rose. She could feel the warmth of it. Glancing down between her legs to make sure, she was waiting for the telltale pearlescence of cum…

But the material that trickled out was just translucent lube, mixed with her own juices. She breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down. Blake plopped next to her, resting on his side. “Feel better?” he asked.

“Mhm.” Now that the moment’s worry was gone, exhaustion was overcoming her. She felt sleepy…

“Was that the best of your life?” he asked immodestly. She thought about yanking his chain a bit and telling him no, but… but he’d earned the truth, hadn’t he?

“Mhm,” she affirmed again.

Pride radiated from him. As she drifted off, he muttered, the sound more for himself than her: “No human’s ever told me otherwise.”

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When Maria rose in the morning, he was already gone. She wasn’t offended or hurt; it had been obvious from the get-go that this wasn’t going to be a thing he would stick around for. Humming to herself, still giddy over last night’s adventure, she rose and went about her day.

And eventually, days turned to weeks and she fell back into her old routine. Working at the office, coming home to decompress. Weekends were her time for herself; she meant to go back to Night Daze, though she never could scrounge up the energy. Instead, she treated herself to nice, indulgent dinners. Her appetite had increased a bit the last few weeks.

That wasn’t the only thing that was changing. She was tiring a touch more easily, was feeling a bit moody. A sensitive feeling had fallen on her skin. And when she woke one morning, having to rush to the toilet before nausea overtook her, the disconcerting fear didn’t leave throughout the day. On her way home, she picked up a test, just in case.

And that night, she swallowed shakily, staring at the plastic stick with its cheery pronouncement. “Oh fuck,” she said in a whispered, disbelieving voice.

She was pregnant.