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Weeks had passed since Garret decided it was a Salandit he wanted to capture. The dynamic of both poison and fire from the same Pokemon made the reptile a fascinating choice for his team, and the beautiful form the females evolved into would almost certainly help him win some pageants.

Day in and day out, he walked Route 8 looking for the reptiles. Nearly every single one was a male, and the females ran before he had a chance to even try and start a fight. Even to a dedicated young trainer like Garret, he found his results so far less than auspicious.

As the sun set on another wasted day, the tiredness really set in for Garret, and the motel was a few miles up the path. He could have had one of his Pokemon carry him, and he knew his loyal creatures would do it gladly and easily, but he thought a night under the stars might be more interesting at the very least. He gathered some wood and desiccated palm leaves and - with some help from his Rapidash - soon had a popping and sizzling campfire near which he unrolled his sleeping bag. He laid back, listening to the chirps of nightlife and the nearby lap of waves. It saw him off to sleep quickly.

In a way, it was Garret's lousy luck which saw something even better than he hoped for in his small camp while he snoozed. Under a crescent moon, the whispers of her footfalls masked by the restless crash of the waves, a perfect specimen of the female-only Salazzle species took stock of the fair-skinned human asleep in his little bag. She [i]liked[/i] humans, men especially, and though being caught and made to battle was of no interest her, she loved to tease and play with them.

Her silent grace took her near Garret, over his sleeping body, the bag pulled down by his unconscious touch. His chest lay bare, but his lower half was still dressed. She flicked her serpentine tongue over one of his nipples, causing him to coo in his sleep. Her lengthy tail swished through the fire, coaxing a rush of short-lived sparks from its embers.

The Salazzle sniffed him and noted the Salandit scents on his body. He was looking for her kind; she could tell because he wasn't the first and certainly not the last trainer to show up smelling just so.

It was part of a game the Salazzle made up months ago when she stepped over Garret and squatted with care, putting the pucker of her anus and her cuntlips within licking distance of his face. A smile creased her snout as she spread her musk across his features, making an ever-coy expression more lurid still. Like the heat of a mild pepper, it softly stung his sinuses, triggering the release of endorphins and other feel-good hormones; but it was a subtle enough feeling that he stayed asleep. She disappeared into the night, leaving a heavy trail of her scent as she went. The first move of her game was played.

With every man, it went the same way: a rude awakening, an insatiable hard-on, and a desperate search for the source of the musk. Garret snapped awake with a gasp and clutched at his erection through his jeans. "Fffuck, what was I dreaming about?" he asked himself in his stupor. He sniffed sharply, drawing her musk deeper and making it criminally easy for the hooks to dig in. He squeezed his cock. "Oh, [i]fuck[/i] me," Garret shuddered, throwing off the sleeping bag, leaving his things and his Pokeballs where they were.

Although a human nose was nowhere near as sharp as that of basically any Pokemon, Garret followed the Salazzle's bait without realizing it. He palmed his crotch all the way, each lumbering step making him look like a hapless pervert out for a walk in the moonlight. Fortunately for Garret, the route was dead that time of night.

He followed his nose down toward the beachfront and near a well-hidden nest under an outcrop of rock and grass. Pursuing the scent further still took him directly into it, down onto his hands and knees to avoid braining himself.

The Salazzle pounced, though with hardly any aggression. Garret was so utterly pliant that a simple shove toppled him, and he lay gasping and still fondling himself even as his eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness. The reptile with her fire powers ignited a bundle of dry roots and palm leaf near the mouth of her nest, and Garret could at last see his seducer.

"You're--, oh! Oh, a Salazzle!" he gushed, sitting up and only reluctantly prying his hands off his groin. She thrust him back into the dirt and straddled his loins. The wet lips of her muff ground against his denim-clad penis. Reverence and curiosity saw her long fingers trail across his chin and cheeks, over his shoulders and the inoffensive, boylike smoothness of his chest.

Her musk filled the cavern as an invisible haze. Garret murmured ineffectually of how he wanted to catch her - and then something to do with how it was weird to want to fuck a Pokemon. They were all words she understood and didn't care about. Her perpetual smile grew wider and she slithered around his average little body, planting her delectable two holes against his clean-shaved face. His nose pushed against the button of her anus and her drooling lips kissed his own, albeit turned the wrong way.

Human zippers and buttons were easy pickings for a clever Pokemon craving trainer cock. The Salazzle opened his fly with not an ounce of hesitation and pushed down both denim and briefs, letting his butt cheeks leave twin hemispheres in the floor of her nest. She nosed his uncircumcised member, sniffing its head and savoring his musk as she was certain he savored hers.

Timidly, Garret touched her slim back. His breaths were at first drawn through his mouth and loaded with trepidation at that, but he found it impossible to resist swabbing his tongue over the split of her cunt. Her anus was the source of that incredible, intoxicating musk and he sniffed her first haltingly, then openly, soon huffing her and using his mouth only to exhale. As his hits of her musk grew stronger, he felt across her body more willfully, finding her to be perfect and svelte like a creature made purely for sex.

The Pokemon's tail swished, unnecessarily fanning the miasma of her pheromones. His penis, she found, was throbbing madly in reply to her allure; she licked it, coiling her long tongue around it to squeeze and tug its flesh. Heavy wads of precum shot across her nostrils and into the buds on her tongue. This human's cock wasn't a particularly large one - not compared to some she had seen - but its great thickness left her deeply curious. She pulled her hindquarters forward, but not up, causing the flesh of her orifices to drag along his nose and lips. As she expected and hoped, he slurped at her, trying uselessly to find purchase on her smooth hide. He actually whined for her.

Only when her loins had cleared the human's smooth face did the Salazzle twist around. Her lavender eyes pierced his gaze, commanding the respect of even his musk-drunk stare. She upheld her eye contact the entire time she nudged her cuntlips against his shaft, and even as soft tingles of pleasure lit up her nerves. The Salazzle caressed his naked breast with long, spindly fingers, and without using those fingers to guide him in, penetrated herself with practiced routine.

Sinking into the deep and pink warmth of a fire-based Pokemon was an unreal pleasure for Garret. He had been with women of his own species, and the heat they had to offer was chilly compared to the reptile's box. Her snug flesh squeezed him all the way down and a heavy dew of her wetness - liquid musk if the smell was any indication - blended with his drool of precum, making the penetration as smooth as glass. Within seconds, her lips were against his pelvis and his thin, black bush tickled her in ways which strongly reminded her of why it was she loved to seduce humans.

A smile so warm Garret expected a giggle to accompany it creased the Salazzle's pretty snout. With her feet on the dirt, she began to give him a slow yet skillful ride. It was pleasure she shared with her harem deeper in the nest, but her boys were only a warmup: humans were her passion.

Her fingers played over his chest, tweaking his nipples which she found stiff as diamond. Ever keeping her eyes on his, body slowly rising and falling with the steady implacability of the tides, she dragged her tongue across her teeth and loosed a gentle hiss. She felt up Garret's body, trailing her fingers over his neck and chin where stubble was nearly impossible to see but easy to feel, giving his handsome face a little grit.

The Pokemon straightened her back, blocking the mouth of the nest with her slender figure. She let her arms hang and tilted back her head, baring her long neck in the closest thing to submission she ever offered. Warm, somewhat gooey liquid - reminding Garret of flowing honey - oozed down his penis and into his flesh, caking in his pubic hair for an awkward but intimate feeling.

He touched her thighs, rubbing up to her hips, but shakily. Touching the Salazzle, even as worshipfully as he did, seemed wrong somehow. Here was a perfect creature which had deigned to fuck him; should he sully her with his finger grease?

"You--, oh, gosh, you're so perfect, everything about you is just... it's perfect," Garret mumbled, his tone low and droning and completely submissive.

The Salazzle smiled, giving the human's life purpose. She brought around the tapering whip of her tail and touched it to his lips. Garret first kissed it, uncertain of what his queen wanted until she pushed it forward and into his mouth. The human, who had never so much as considered a homosexual act, took to sucking the warm hide of her tail eagerly. He moaned around it and his cock pulsed needfully in the lovely Pokemon.

Love was not an emotion she felt for Garret, but she experienced something near it. It was how she felt for all of them, in fact. For a short time - usually as long as it took them to pop inside of her a few times - they were all her precious boytoys, honorary but elevated members of her harem, and she felt more than simple amorousness for them. She leaned near, caressing Garret's head with soft fingers, mussing his hair in insensible ways. The parts of the humans with that alien hair were her favorites by far.

Garret groaned around the Salazzle's tail. He held it near the middle and guided it further into his maw, even allowing her to tickle the back of his throat - but no further. His soft gag was all it took for her to ease off an inch and settle it against his tongue.

The mouth of the human wasn't even what she wanted; that prize was buried in her, throbbing and soon fit to explode like so many had before. Endlessly she stroked down his athletic body. Her featureless digits made his flesh tingle, putting a little jolt in each nerve they touched not by some elemental power, but simply by teasing the human.

His fingers slid down her flawless body, gripping the plumpness of her thighs. Like the softest flesh he'd ever felt, her hide dimpled about the pads of his fingers. Although it seemed sacrilege to interfere with her motions, he pulled her down at the bottom of her grind, wedging his meat deeper still into her. "G'nna 'ake 'e cu'hm," he mumbled around her tail, plaintively and sloppily.

Just like her heavy musk was bliss for Garret, the sensation of having the human inside of her made the Salazzle so very happy. She showed her pleasure in unsubtle ways, bouncing on him with less of her reptilian grace and more of a plain need for climax. She slipped her tail out of his mouth, coiling its dampened length around the rear of neck like a feather boa. She pulled him up and closer with it, bumping her nose to his.

Desperately, Garret kissed her snout. She had experienced this before, and often in the same context; and so she licked his lips, and then his proffered tongue, but went no further than that. Her lengthy fingers closed around his shoulders and she released his neck, letting him drop back into the soft, loose dirt.

Pleasured noises squeaked out of the human. He squirmed and touched her everywhere he could, every inch of her hide something to savor and fondle, but there was so little time to pick and choose what he wanted to hold. He curled his toes, making ruts in the dirt with his heels. He bit his lip and bucked awkwardly into the Salazzle, clenching his ass cheeks against the floor of the nest. Emitting a weak but happy noise, he shot into the Pokemon's warm body. Every nerve in every muscle tingled, and his spine arched clear off the dirt. He held her thighs and murmured his enamored testament to her sexual perfection.

Garret's climax was the final push for the Salazzle. The viscosity and sheer size of a human's squirt - compared to that which the boys in her harem could muster on a daily basis - gave her enormous pleasure. She arched her back just as Garret did, but more dramatically. Her head tilted back and her plain but delicious torso stretched out like a bow.

On the human's thick cock, the Salazzle's cunt first tightened, squeezing him like a velvet pouch pulled taut by its drawstring. Her inner flesh clung to him like a second skin, permitting none of his seed to escape her. Suffering the pressure put on her insides by his blocking member, she hissed and squirted with just enough force that she defied her own seal. Her warm syrup oozed around Garret's shaft, matting his pubic hair further down and warming his snug ballbag. She gradually relaxed into the more natural, hunched posture of her species, but her eyes maintained a dreamy glaze. The production of her musk was in overdrive. Deeper in the nest, her harem waited with small, but earnest erections for their mistress.

"That was--, that was something else. I swear I've never--," Garret licked his lips, slowing his panting. "I haven't ever felt anything like that before..."

The Salazzle stroked Garret's sweating, heaving breast. She lifted herself off of him, still tight as a drum even once his cock exited her. His semen drooled from her delicate lips, making cinnamon bun trails in the dirt as she sashayed into her nest. She looked back at Garret, cocked her head, and flashed a naughty smile.

Garret had no thoughts of the little camp he'd left behind, and no reservations about the fact that he had just busted his nut into a Pokemon. The musk was more intoxicating than any liquor he'd ever tasted, more powerful than any drive or instinct he could have felt on his own, and she was all that mattered to him. He kicked off his tangled bottoms and followed her. Like so many lucky men before him, he was - for a perfect night - an honorary part of her harem.