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It was another cold day in Wesson Town, freezing temperatures transforming the expected rain into a thunderous pounding of hailstones. Krieg had made good on his promise to provide a driver for Olin, and for once he left his home not in dayglo orange waterproofs, but a wonderfully tailored steel-grey suit. He'd combed his hair and oiled his beard, even going so far as to learn a Windsor knot for his tie, making every effort to appear professional for their coming inspection. The vehicle pulled up a few streets away from the office at his request, Olin stepping out of the cab and into the cover of an umbrella, the canopy an aegis for both him and Dusty.

While Vee preferred to stay at home, immersed in bad daytime television as much as she was the psychic network, the Lycanroc liked to be out and about, walking alongside his Master and scowling at anyone that came too close. Or spoke to them. Or even looked at them. Over the week since he'd become Olin's Pokémon, he'd almost provoked three battles with passing Trainers, and one with a Police Officer. It was for this reason that he returned his companion to his Pokéball as they approached the crowded coffee shop, the queue spectacular enough to extend out into the hailstorm with a meagre awning the sole defence for those at the end.

Just at the verge of that coverage, a blond woman stood with her Lucario, the Pokémon exposed to the storm with a stoic expression upon their face. Naturally, Olin extended his umbrella, and the suited lady acknowledged him, “Oh, there's no need to worry about that. It doesn't mind." Her expression was rather bored, but she was undeniably pretty. Ordinarily, he might have considered flirting a little, but his current relationship status was confusing enough already.

“Even so, Miss – this isn't any trouble for me…" Olin gave a shrug, “I hear Lucario doesn't evolve for just anyone. You must be a real special Master. Oh, shit – are you making them stand in the storm as some sort of training or something? Sorry…"

She gave an exasperated sigh, “Oh, this one didn't evolve for me. I don't have time to waste on that sort of effort. I bought it." Her brow furrowed slightly, and recognition dawned on her face, “Wait – I know you… I've seen your file." She quickly wet her lips with her tongue, and spoke through glistening pink lipstick, “My name is Samantha Bent, I'm leading the Civil Servant team that's inspecting you today."

“You… you are?" He answered dumbly. And then coughed, straightening himself up, “Uh – I'm Olin. I'm, uh… You should probably speak to Krieg – Uh, Mr Lastwall. I'm not good at this sort of thing." His umbrella edged out to cover the Lucario regardless, though she didn't seem to be paying any attention to the movement, her focus mostly on his face. Her eyes had become sharp, and she seemed to be watching the cogs align inside his head, a deeply unsettling insight levelled against him, “I'm just here to… well, it's gonna be a tough day, so I thought I'd bring Gardevoir one of the fancy coffees she likes…"

Her expression became distinctly snakelike, a wide mouth drawn into a small smile as she seemed to delight in Olin's discomfort, “Oh, I know all about that Gardevoir. There are all sorts of rumours floating around about it. Not a shred of evidence for any of them though. If the stories are true, then someone really went through a lot of trouble to tidy things up…" She wet her lips once more, “Would you like to hear those rumours, perhaps?"

The queue advanced, yet despite the space for Lucario to now step under the awning, a glance from Samantha kept the Pokémon in place. Olin remained there as well, his umbrella held out, despite the lengthening gap, “I think rumours tend to mostly end up being a load of Tauros dung." He did his best to give his usual good-natured smile. While Gideon had left him a little starstruck, he'd not had much trouble interacting with a celebrity – but these official types always put him on edge! He searched for an escape, “Hey, uh… I'm just gonna hang out here for a little while and watch the storm. I guess I'll see you at the office?"

She responded only with a small harrumph, her look one of mild annoyance as he refused to join her in gossip, seeming to lose interest in him immediately. Samantha passed through the doorway as the line thinned out, and the man remained outside along with her Lucario. The Pokémon had scarcely moved throughout their exchange, and Olin only now managed to get a good look at them. Or rather, a good look at a very tightly fitted and rather lethal looking shock collar at their throat.

His nose twitched. A month ago, he probably wouldn't have even noticed. Such items were hardly illegal – 'training aids' they were called – but he'd never seen one quite so substantial before. Behind the stoicism of the creature, there was a dreadful look of utter defeat. He opened his mouth, but couldn't find anything to say. And it was hardly like there was anything that he could do, either. A helpless feeling that Olin had never before experienced blossomed in his chest, and the strength of that was sufficient for the Aura Pokémon to at last look up at him. But the Lucario only shook their head slowly.

“It's very convenient, you know?" He'd stared for longer than he'd thought, and Samantha had returned to unfurl her own umbrella, seeming to regain an interest in him as she witnessed his conflicted expression, “The collar works on the latest Artificial Intelligence. It can sense motion as keenly as an Espeon's fur. If this Lucario so much as looks at me the wrong way…" She put up her canopy, “Zap!" The woman chuckled, pointed in her words, “For strong Pokémon you really need to turn up the voltage."

She'd certainly noticed his look of distaste, looking like she was quite enjoying herself, and now spoke provocatively in a strong doubling-down, “If you ask me, all Pokémon should be wearing them. It may be against their nature to attack Humans under any circumstances, but with these collars we can at least be sure. It's nothing but a safety measure." Samantha smiled broadly, “If they're going to be good anyway, then what have they got to worry about? At the very least, Dark Types should have some sort of countermeasure…"

His nose twitched again. Olin had no experience in this sort of verbal jousting, and desperately summoned up the image of Krieg in his head as he searched for something diplomatic to counter with, “I… respectfully disagree." He took a slow breath to sublimate the churning in his gut, and feeling like he had to add something, he invoked Gideon, “We've got a responsibility to be good Masters. We should be worthy of the Pokémon…"

Samantha gave a slight huff, not rewarded with the anger she was hoping for, “You're missing the point. Pokémon are designed to serve Humans. Why bother with naïve things like 'Mastery'? It's all wasted effort. They want to be enslaved. They want to obey. It's what they're for." She walked past him, the Lucario a few steps in her wake and beyond the coverage of her umbrella, “See you soon, Olin. I hope your slave appreciates its coffee."

The woman was gone before he could reply, leaving Olin alone beneath the awning as the queue vanished entirely. Samantha was wrong. He wasn't a political creature, but he knew wrong when he heard it, and talk like that absolutely was! He exhaled forcibly. What utter rubbish! Samantha had a pretty face, but she was Garbodor underneath! He toughened up his resolve, finding himself to be far more energised than angry. Krieg's father was going to put a stop to this madness, and Olin was going to do his part! He advanced to the counter, doing his best to recollect Gardevoir's order from their last visit as he anticipated that she'd need the comfort of that mess of sugar and caffeine if she was to get through a meeting with Samantha Bent.

Accompanied for the journey by Dusty – whom he had to recall again on entry – he eventually reached the office to find the building an even more intense storm of activity than usual, with several departments to be scrutinised by the Civil Service before they reached the Guide Project. Olin strode into the drawing room the team would meet in each morning to the mocking sound of Gardevoir's psychic voice, “Well, well, well. If it isn't Chad Thundercock himself. Do you think that meagre offering will tempt me to join your little harem? You'd do well to keep such depraved desires away from-“ She looked up from her lounging chair, “Did you just imagine me wearing a collar!?"

Their room of comfortable leather chairs and a scattering of brew kit was far more suitable for their discussions of carnal affairs than a sterile office, and the room in which Olin was interviewed for this job a month ago was now the Guide Project headquarters. He held out the fancy latte defensively, “It's not my fault! I met someone called Samantha Bent, and they said all sorts of awful things about shock collars and slaves." Krieg raised an eyebrow, and Olin gave a slight shrug, “And to be absolutely fair, I didn't imagine you in a shock collar. It was more of a lacy choker."

Gardevoir snatched the drink away from him with a hearty scowl, “Despicable. You fiend! Pervert!" She returned to her chair, and in a small voice added, “Thank you for the coffee…" She winced in the wake of the nicety, and then again when she saw him notice. Ever since he'd mated with his Espeon, he'd developed a greater attunement to psychic expressions, picking up more of an inflection in her projected voice. This was the first time that she'd seen Olin since her synchronisation with Vee, and the psychic fairy was finding it quite difficult to look directly at the man.

Krieg appeared rather troubled, “Well, I hope you didn't rise to any of her baiting. She's a notorious provocateur. She'll say anything to get a rise out of you and then ruin you for it; she knows exactly how best to play the villain and enjoys every second of it." His head was in his hands, a weak tea cold on the table beside him, “It's improper for a member of the Civil Service to have a political agenda. In order to support my father with a clean conscience, I retired my post. Samantha Bent was not quite so honourable. It's her sire that's pushing the Bent Bill. All that nonsense about collars was something he floated out back when he was an Independent, years ago – now he's on track to become the next leader of the Opposition. By salami tactics, things like collars are where the Bent Bill is going to lead."

“No Human shall collar me, be it made of steel or lace." Gardevoir added sternly, her fingers coming to her throat. Would Olin like it if she wore a collar? She scowled, loathing herself for even having that thought, and doubling down hard, “Only monsters like Bent and deviants like you would imagine such things. No Human can be trusted. You all seek to use us."

The wispy man presented a Pokéball, well used to ignoring her tirades, “Well, this inspection team couldn't have come at a worse possible time. The next Pokémon is a particularly difficult one, after all." He placed it upon his side table, alongside the rose-tinted aviators he'd come to make his trademark this last month, “This Luxray has a bone to pick with you."

Olin glanced over to Gardevoir, repeating old words, “I don't really want to have sex with someone who hates me…"

She scoffed in turn, “Then you would do well to put fantasies of me in a collar from your head! I despise you as I do all Humans." Gardevoir sipped her coffee, pulling one of the marshmallows into her small mouth as her psychic voice continued, “This Luxray does not hate you. He wants to test you." She reclined deeper into her lounge chair, “The Lastwall mansion is overrun by Pokémon in the queue to mate with you. Scolipede is yet to be collected by Bug Catcher Soleil, and as Arcanine is a failure as a breeding stud he remains unhomed. The two of them have been singing your praises, and Macher was sceptical enough to elbow his way to the front of the line."

“So he just wants to see if I'm as good as they say?" The man grinned, “I mean, I'm pretty happy to hear that I'm so well received-“

“No. Fool. And wipe that look off your face." Gardevoir admonished him, “This is because you made the mistake of adopting that Lycanroc. There are several Pokémon that are seeking to court you as a Master. Arcanine is depressed that he missed his chance to be taken in by you – adopting another canine especially hurt his pride." That certainly took the smile off his face, “Macher thinks of himself as the pack leader of the weaker Pokémon of the mansion. He wants to make sure that you're worthy of the attentions of his minions."

Olin dropped into a seat, slightly troubled, “I don't think I could adopt another Pokémon anyway. My apartment is only just big enough for the three of us – and that's only because Vee and Dusty are so small."

That resulted in a confused feeling of disappointment which Gardevoir quickly sublimated with another put-down, “You're half-baked enough to take in a third and figure out the rest later." She cuddled her large coffee, “Pokémon are insightful when it comes to Humans. Personally, I can't imagine why anyone would be interested in a degenerate like you. You were far too forceful with Vee."

An eyebrow raised, “She told you that much?"

“She…!" The memories flashed through her mind, a shared perspective of a womb-plundering fuck beneath this man, and Gardevoir looked down into her coffee rather than meet his eyes. She scowled, “It is not 'cute that I made a friend'. I am not lonely. Quiet down the inside of your stupid head."

Krieg pulled himself to his feet, mildly entertained, “I need to make some preparations, so I'll go on ahead. We're the last department to be inspected, and if we can get finished before Olin had an audience of a half-dozen Civil Servants, that would be for the best." He glanced to the clock, “Take your time with your drinks, and come after me at the turn of the hour."

After seeing off his friend, Olin put on the kettle and made himself a builder's tea, returning to his usual chair and trying to figure out how best to phrase his thoughts. It was rare for him to be alone with Gardevoir, and he hadn't had the chance since their coffee run weeks ago, “Uh… I wanted to talk to you about a thing." She looked up from her drink, and while he knew that the Psychic Type could already see it inside his head, he still tried to put it into words, “I keep hearing bits and pieces about something that happened to you. Rumours and stuff. I figure that if you wanted me to know, you'd just tell me. But I think eventually someone is gonna blurt it out to me even if I tell them I don't wanna hear it. So, I just figured I should ask if you wanted to say something?"

Oh. Gardevoir's expression hardened somewhat, “No." She watched him nod in acknowledgement, and normally that conversation would have ended as quickly as that, but some force in her compelled the Pokémon to add, “I don't want you to look at me with pity or think of me as some sort of victim." She found herself to be scowling, and added, “I don't want you to think, 'well, that's why she hates Humans', and reduce my whole life into just one thing."

“I don't think you really hate Humans." Olin blew over the surface of his tea, “And I don't think you're so uncomplicated that one thing will define you. I mean, I'm the simple one." He scrutinised Gardevoir, “There's a lot more to you than that, right? It ain't like hating people is your only personality trait. You're always stern with me, but it kinda feels like you care underneath all that. You're worried about the Pokémon – that they'll feel like there's something wrong with them if I don't adopt them. That's why you were so explicit about Arcanine, I think. You're pretty kind, you know?"

“You…!" She placed down her finished coffee, “Damn you! How can you be so dim, but then come out of the blue with insights like this when I want it least! I hate you the most! You make me want to trust you! You make me want to think you're a good man! You make me want to like you! And I know what happens if I do that!" Gardevoir came to her feet, pointing a finger at him accusatorily, “All Humans are liars. One day, you will show your true face, and Vee and Dusty will be the ones to suffer for it."

Olin smiled slightly, “Well, I'll just have to keep it up until you believe in me then."

Those fair features scrunched up tightly as she read him, “I am not 'cute when I'm upset'!" Her psychic voice howled in his mind, “You're hopeless! Absolutely hopeless!" Gardevoir deflated, “I'm done talking about it. If you want to know about me, then ask Krieg. I don't care anymore." She looked to the clock, “Finish your tea. You've got work to do."

As it turned out, the office block which now served as the Lastwall campaign headquarters was once a reservist station, the room in which Olin had been introduced to Scolipede serving as the squadron bar. What in another world would have been called Edwardian décor hemmed in a comfortable space now spread with a few more furnishings along with the bed to give a homely atmosphere. The shutters which divided off the next room over through which drinks would at one time have been served was occupied by Krieg and Gardevoir, the intercom testing functionality with a slight buzz. He probably would have heard them just fine if they simply spoke loudly, but the wispy man was always a little quiet in his speech.

The Embrace Pokémon was less so. Her voice inside his head, “Since we're all under inspection, it's quite right that you be scrutinised by a Luxray. Macher belongs to a Trainer friend of Krieg who is abroad for a few months somewhere in Eurasia and could not take him along."

Krieg added through the intercom, “I'm not really sure what to expect. He's very obedient. If I had to say anything, I suppose it would be that he always seems to look pleased following orders. But, it might be best to let him take the lead and see what happens…" He exhaled softly, “Macher can be a little intense. He's a good Pokémon, though. Right – time to let him out of his Pokéball!"

From crimson light the leonine creature took shape, smaller than Arcanine yet just as imposing, he stretched out his black and blue body in a catlike bow, the golden star at the tip of his tail swinging behind him. His gaze bored into Olin, each amber iris tightened at the core of deep red sclerae as the Gleam Eyes Pokémon keenly assessed the man. The vision of a Luxray was absolutely precise, the application of stored electric power allowing them to see through many objects, and he looked through Olin's suit, his skin as well, read every corded muscle, and drank him in down to his skeleton.

The surrounds were familiar to Macher, for he'd visited these campaign headquarters before with his Master. He could see through the barrier to their side, a glimpse of Krieg and the Gardevoir of Lastwall mansion, their presence putting him at ease. Just as promised, they had brought him before the Human that Arcanine and Scolipede were so enamoured with. He pondered Olin more deeply, taking his time focusing on the man. Taller and broader than most of his kin with a muscular physique, a golden mane of hair and beard which carried with it a leonine quality, and deep blue eyes. There didn't seem to be too much going on behind them.

A fair complexion with some measure of skincare, a body built well by diligent training. That, he could appreciate. They stood tall and confident rather than slouch and looked him in the eye without fear. Another tick. His nose was not quite sensitive enough to pick out species, but the scent of other Pokémon clung to him, at least two rather distinct. Hygiene was fine, and his grooming was not quite comparable to a feline, but certainly acceptable for a Human. Appearance was an important factor when it came to assessing people. Of course, biology determined some amount of attractiveness, but a lot could be said for someone that goes through the effort of acquiring a good, well-tailored suit, and displays the dedication necessary to forge their body to this extent. Olin passed this first test.

His own Master was undoubtedly superior. Though, he'd never passed the carnal line with her, and considering her taste in other females of her own race, he never would. Macher had always wondered what it would be like to have such an encounter with a Human. Male or female, the position of the Master was the dominant one, and it was for him as a Pokémon to submit to them. To be thrown to his back and have his cock ridden by a Human cunt until he begged for mercy was quite comparable to being fucked by a Human maleness until his own was fully spent over his chest. His relationship with his own Master was entirely platonic, and so he would fulfil his desires with this Olin person. It was as simple as that.

This was the reason that he had volunteered himself for the Guide Project in the first place. Yet, as he spent more time in the sprawling grounds of Krieg's mansion, he'd found himself the leader of quite a pack of Pokémon. Scolipede and Arcanine were perfectly enthusiastic in the relating of their encounters with Olin, but Macher's word was well trusted. He felt an obligation to the small pride he that had gravitated about him, short-lived though it would be, and found himself with quite high hopes for the man whose job it was to meet their carnal wants.

The Human advanced, holding out a hand, and a voice from the intercom interrupted him, “Hold off a second, Olin. If he's using his electricity to power his sight, then you'll get a shock if you touch his face – his trainer left some notes for us…" A good thing that the wispy man had saved him. Macher lessened the intensity of his gleaming eyes, and a large palm came to rest against the side of his short muzzle. Not bad. This man knew how to pay the proper respects at least. But their time was limited, and Macher did not wish to waste his allotted evening doing naught but enjoying the comfort of fingers trailing through his facial fur! That said, it was quite a nice sensation. Perhaps the man had some experience stroking a feline on the regular?

He advanced a heavy step, his large paw silent against the rich carpet, and used his nose to touch the man's belt buckle, delivering the smallest spark of electricity. An indication of his want to continue. Olin jumped humorously, and a psychic voice washed over them all, “He wants you to get on with it. I would have thought that you would have figured things out by now. These Pokémon are here to mate with you. Greet them, show them respect, but don't waste their time." She huffed, “Don't imagine that we think like you. Macher wants to mate. Get to it so that we can all go home before it gets dark!"

A bit of a mood killer, but Macher would hardly complain. Humans had so many hangups about mating, and from what he'd observed, there was a lengthy prelude ritual called 'dating'. What nonsense. A compatible male and female should simply get to breeding. The worth of a male Luxray was in his ability to lead a pride and the strength required to hold that position of power, and the worth of his females was in their fertility and support of that male. Humans seemed to end up in all sorts of confusing relationships by comparison.

His expression was mildly bored as Olin stripped. He'd already seen through his suit after all. A small headbutt to his midriff directed the Human to step back, and he ended up sitting at the edge of the bed, his legs slightly spread. Macher leaned in close to scrutinise the maleness before him. He was the sire of several eggs, and had holidayed as a breeding stud on other occasions when business called his Master away, but rarely found himself contending with other males. Compared to the sheaths and slits of many Pokémon, this exposed genitalia seemed quite exotic.

Strangely, Olin did not seem to be taking initiative. Arcanine and Scolipede had sold him as a dominant male, gracious enough in his mating to ensure the pleasure of his partner, yet overwhelmingly the holder of the position of power. It was the right of a Human to be in such place, and the more comfortable in that dominance they were, the more that a Pokémon could revel in their own instinct to submit to such a force. His brow furrowed. Perhaps they had overstated him somewhat? Lost their minds to a big Human cock and failed to look any deeper than that. Negative points. If Olin would not make the first move, he would demand their advance!

Macher reared up, placing his paws onto the man's thighs, and pinning them down, securing his position. But he then looked into their eyes and waited, that psychic voice returning with another sigh, “He wants to use his mouth, but he needs you to tell him what to do. You're supposed to be the Master. Take control."

“But, Krieg told me to let him take the lead? That's why I've been all quiet!" He looked through the viewing window to see the man shrug, his fingers a flurry at his keyboard, “Good. I like it much better this way." Olin reached out, placing his hand again upon a much closer cheek, “I know you want to see if I'm worthy or whatever. I don't really know how to prove that by Pokémon standards. I'm not that smart." He gave a slightly self-depreciating smile, “I ain't that great at being the passive partner either. So, I'm gonna take charge now."

Oh? It was as simple as a misunderstanding? Well, he could give this man a little rope at least and see what he did with it. His keen eyes would assess what this Human did when he was in charge!

Olin tilted their face downwards, his demeanour changing quite severely, “See that? You're going to taste that cock. You look so regal, like you're calculating everything all at once. I want to see what sort of face you make when you're gulping down my cum. I want to have my way with you until you can't think of anything but pleasure." He drew the Pokémon down to it, and he did not resist, yielding to their commands just as he knew his own minions would in this position, “Lick. Nice and slow until I get hard." Their tongue extended obediently, lightly spined but not unpleasantly so, he drew the wet pink appendage along the length of Olin's cock, and immediately it began to swell, “You're good at that… I like a nice submissive male that knows how to appreciate a superior cock…"

His tail instinctively rose, and Macher's nose twitched. Words which should stab at his pride instead spiked arousal as his Pokémon instinct to submit flared strongly under the lexicon of control. His large ears flicked, a slight buzz of electricity discharged from them into the air, Olin retaining his hold of the side of their face and guiding them along their growing maleness. The scent of Human arousal filled his nose, and his piercing eyesight powered by that small expulsion of lightning was granted a brief glimpse of their orbs churning in preparation for mating.

Olin grew to full mast quickly, and the Luxray could not help but pause and swallow as he surveyed a masculinity far beyond his own. His muzzle was guided to the tip, his jaws parting as the first few inches were pressed into his maw, “Take your time with it. You're pretty big, so I'm thinking you can probably take it all, right?" His cheek twitched, “Fuck. That tingles. Mind the electricity!"

This was more like it. Falling into submission was like tumbling down a hillside, and Macher was building up momentum far more quickly than he'd imagined that he would. He'd always wanted to try a Human for exactly this reason, his secondary motive of assessment aside! His tongue lapped at the underside of their shaft as the broad head of their cock pressed at the roof of his mouth. His eyes were always seeing everything, his mind always hard at work, and surrender to the control of a dominant male was so seductive a reprieve, following orders the only time where he could finally relax. This was his chance to revel in these instincts, and he would take his time savouring this feeling just as he did the cock in his mouth.

Of course, he couldn't forget his judgements! Their cock throbbed in his maw, broad and slightly curved, it matched with him quite reasonably. Olin was gentle in his guidance, his domineering words and the light touch at the side of his face providing some measure of authority, with the remainder of Macher's submission left to his instincts. Yes, this Human had learned well from his past encounters. Pokémon were naturally sexually submissive to Humans, and to be placed into such a position was more then enough to stoke the Luxray's own arousal.

Olin was forced to bite his lip, his pleasure interrupted every few bobs of the Luxray's head by a small static discharge. It couldn't entirely be called unpleasant, yet it was a sensation that took some time to get used to. The Electric Type seemed to constantly be emitting some small sparks of power, and it was only by zeroing themselves so often that it did not build up into something more substantial. That would probably be quite painful.

Their technique was unpolished, but not entirely amateurish, the small electrical discharges eventually becoming part of the pleasure of their oral affections. Krieg spoke from behind the window, “They've more control over their Electricity than an Arcanine has over their Fire. You can explain the sensation to me properly in our review later…" And then, “Don't get hurt this time! The Civil Service team will be here before the end, and I don't want them to see you electrocuted!"

It wasn't like he was picking up these wounds on purpose. Olin's lower body twitched, “I'm going to cum." He announced, “Fuck. You're real obedient. I figured an imposing type like you would push back some – but since you're so good at following orders…" He fought his impending climax long enough to deliver a series of commands, and then drew the Luxray down to the hilt, the first vulgar ropes of his orgasm gulped down their throat, but most of his essence left on their tongue. Macher pulled back, looking up at the man with a slightly dreamy expression on his face. He opened his mouth to show off a pool of pearlescence, and then tilted his head back to swallow it, showing his clean muzzle afterwards.

What was he supposed to be doing again? Scrutinising this Human was an objective which was getting away from him, his mind clouded by the pungency of their essence, the dominance of their natural control, his own lust, and his own instinct to submit. His eyes were glued to their cock. That was going to go under his tail. That was going to pound the spot of pleasure inside him until he moaned and squirmed and surrendered his own seed to the ground just like that faggot Arcanine. This Human was going to mate him like a Luxray pride female, and his body made his desire for that known by the hardness of his barbed feline maleness between his legs.

Macher blinked, endeavouring to return to his senses. He needed to retain enough of a sense of self to deliver a report back to his pride! He gave a slight huff, the musky and bitter taste of Human essence potent on his tongue. Arceus' grace. He could savour that flavour forever. It was not one which could be called entirely pleasant, a rawness that clung to his throat. But he relished it for the submissive feeling it forced upon him, the instinctive raising of his tail, the surrender of his body and mind to this dominant male. Thinking of anything more than that was exhausting.

He was guided up and onto the mattress, pushed to his side as Olin grabbed a hindleg and lifted it to display their arousal, “Hold that up." The pointed shaft was smaller than the Arcanine, perhaps half the size of the Human, and lined with irregular barbs wrought of surprisingly yielding flesh. He took it into his hand, “Olin told me you go to the breeders often. I wonder, if I fuck you hard enough, will you go off females completely?" Their undertail twitched, and the Luxray looked away. What a thing to say! His cheeks burned with humiliation, but he found that this provocation was enough for his cock to divest a droplet of precum.

Olin had seized the momentum of their encounter, and with the experience necessary to push the buttons of a submissive Pokémon, he spoke, “I think you'd like that. Kreig says you're real comfortable following orders, and you look all relaxed when I tell you what to do. I know your type. Always thinking about everything. I gotta tell you what to do so you can just think of that."

The Human had the appearance of being quite dull-witted, and Gardevoir had treated the Pokémon of Lastwall mansion to quite the tirade on precisely how dumb Olin could be. But he seemed to be quite insightful when it came to mating. Well, that was a point in his favour. Besides, Gardevoir could hardly be trusted on her opinions in this matter, given her statements of hatred towards Humans. His gaze briefly flickered to the side to survey the psychic fairy through the viewing window, and just as he looked through Olin's body, he saw into hers as well, beyond the psychic interference which she used to preserve her modesty and into her core. Arousal. Undeniably. With her gaze fixed upon the two of them. What a hypocrite!

Her voice came to his mind exclusively, “Do not make any assumptions, you fool! This is… I'm entirely bored by this tepid encounter, and am fantasising about something completely different in order to pass the time!"

Gardevoir scowled and looked away. Damn those Gleaming Eyes! Olin was supposed to be the one under assessment by him, not her – yet he'd used that perfect gaze to determine her line of sight and read her body as deeply as her own insight into a mind. It was the fault of the Human! His ridiculous kindness was a quagmire that threatened to drag her in. It was Vee's fault as well! Since Gardevoir had been passenger to her experience with the Human, every time she looked at him she could not help but remember the submissive comfort of being owned completely as he leaned over her and- No! She winced, sweeping away a thought in which she had replaced the Espeon. Never again!

Macher could care less for Gardevoir's inner struggle. As far as he saw it, if she wanted to mate with the Human, she should simply bend over for him. If she didn't then that was fine too. Why make it so complicated? She was an even bigger idiot than Olin. The Luxray had his own pleasure to contend with, and forgot about his fellow Pokémon completely as the Human's orders had him hold that vulnerable side-on position, his topmost hindleg raised high to show off his meagre cock, small sheath and orbs, and an undertail twitching with submissive need.

A voice came over the intercom, “The lubricant this time is non-conductive. There can be a little static in the fur, as you've found out so far. I suppose the only other warning that I can give is to avoid the star at the tip of the tail."

A useful guide, Krieg – he rose slightly in the estimations of the Luxray. Olin had drawn a reservoir of oil into the palm of his hand, and now pressed a finger against the dark indentation of their undertail, Macher unable to prevent himself squirming slightly and bucking up into the digits encircling his small cock. The dexterity of a Human could not be understated, the press of fingertips against that spot of pleasure inside of him making his body jolt as if he had been shocked by his own electricity.

Olin explored his conquest carefully, revelling in the feeling of dominance over this powerful creature as those large round ears thrummed with electrical discharge, every yellow element of Luxray's body gathering a little light. He enjoyed using his fingers and his tongue even more than the act of sex itself, and quite a generous amount of lubricant gave him enough slickness to thoroughly explore Macher's undertail. His fingers had built a steady rhythm, a gentle probing in which the flicker of his palm pressed their button at the apex of each movement, his other hand a loose grip against that barbed cock.

It was not long at all before Macher reached climax, a fingering technique which the Human had every right to be proud of bringing him over the line of pleasure to have his cock erupt into their hand. He whined and shuffled his hips, trying to ride out his orgasm, while Olin gathered the mess of their essence and carefully licked it. Every Pokémon's sexual fluids had come with their own uniqueness, and Luxray proved no different. There was an acidic sharpness along with the potent musk and bitterness that one would expect from semen. A little like a lemon, or perhaps a particularly strong energy drink.

Admonishment came from inside his own mind, “Do not imagine that I would enjoy the taste of something so vulgar!"

Ignoring her, he returned his hand to the feline maleness, an idea emerging, “Move your hips." Olin grinned domineeringly, “Fuck my hand with that submissive little cock of yours. Push back your undertail against my fingers. A needy little thing like you should earn their pleasure."

Macher swallowed, some trace of their essence still to be found in his maw. Their fingertips were against that spot which made his legs quiver, the grasp about his cock slickened by his own cum into a wonderful vice. And now he was commanded to fuck himself against that hold. The Luxray moaned softly, the sound deep and masculine, his hips instinctively shifting back and forth. His mind turned to thoughts of pleasure alone, the raw submission of being forced to pursue such humiliating pleasure in the grasp of this man. He shuddered, quickly finding a second climax, and their voice rang out, “Good. A cute thing like you should be having submissive orgasms from your bitch-button being pressed. Show me how much you want to be a cocksock for a Human Master, and I'll fuck a load under your tail that will make your toes curl…"

He'd been practicing such talk, having reached a point where he was almost comfortable with the sort of language that he'd hesitate to use with a Human. To place some Pokémon into deeper submission, there seemed to be no problem with degrading them, and the more pointed his words, the better, “You want to follow the order of a Human, don't you? It feels to me that the only order you want to hear is one to raise your tail and moan like a proper faggot." His fingers shifted slightly, compelling the Luxray to adjust his angle and the needy rock of his hips, “I wonder what your Master would say if she could see you now? I hear you get let out as a breeding stud sometimes. But I bet you don't have that melted look on your face then."

His ears flicked in further humiliation as he realised his own expression. Open mouthed and panting, his eyes slightly glazed, and the masculine tone of his moans gradually heightening in pitch. Macher ground down his hips all the more furiously, “Maybe I'll ask her when Krieg introduces us? Do you think she'd like to watch you get made a faggot by me? A desperate whore of a Pokémon that she'll command onto his back so I can fuck everything that makes you a man out of your little cock and onto your chest…"

The awkward position was sapping his stamina, yet as Macher's pace faltered, the Human immediately picked up, stirring up his insides with a lewd shlicking sound as an abundance of non-conductive lube was sloshed into ruin by their fingers. His moans now became distinctly feminine as Olin ignored their latest orgasm to continue to fuck them hard through the overstimulated pleasure of it. A Pokémon came hard and often, sturdy and virile enough to go for several rounds of mating, but the vigour of this assault was ruinous to the Luxray.

His head threw back, quadrupedal limbs splayed helplessly, and he whined in surrender. The fantasy had taken root in his mind, a poisonous idea of how his Master would look at her strongest Pokémon if he were on his back with an enormous Human cock under his tail. The humiliation of being forced to cum with an untouched cock and such ruinous words in the air about him. What orders would she give him? Would she demand that he service other males for the pleasure of her viewing? He did not match her tastes, but that did not mean that she would not enjoy the sight of his ruin!

The thought of her holding his paw while he writhed at the end of a superior Human cock brought him to his most bone-deep orgasm yet, the trashing of his tail enough for Olin to at last disengage himself to avoid it. The Human considered feeding Macher his own essence for the mess of it upon his palm, yet with so much lightning now coalesced around their face, he went for the next best thing and indulged in their bestial cum himself, cleaning his hand of essence as the Luxray swooned.

He gave a slight smile, “Get on the ground and raise your tail for me. Spread your legs, move your hips. Entice me onto your back like a proper submissive male."

Macher rolled off the mattress immediately, yet fell to the floor as his legs turned to jelly beneath him. Thoughts of assessment had fled his mind, his focus now turned entirely to his own pleasure, the Luxray moving to the middle of the room to weakly raise his hips and look over his shoulder with a submissive and wanton expression upon his face. The star flicked from side to side along with the motion of his haunches, and he advertised himself to the dominant male as if he were a pride female desperate for a breeding.

He was desperate for a breeding. Macher wanted nothing more than the pleasure of warm Human seed pumped into his core, the submission of a mating which would never come to the fruition of an egg. A Human didn't fuck a Pokémon to knock them up. For some it was intimacy, some bond, love even. But here and now, for the Luxray – this was nothing but the ruinous pleasure of a creature surrendered to a superior male, a cocksock for Humans. His meagre prick was nothing but a decoration, entertainment for the dominant male on his back, each orgasm forced upon him an applause for their mastery of his body.

The size of a Luxray was quite ideal for Olin to fall to his knees behind the collapsed Pokémon, one hand grasping the base of their tail and turning the whiplike length upwards and away from him to evade the lightning of that fiercely glowing yellow star. He positioned his cock against the soft indentation, mildly gaped from fingering which had battered their insides into submission and replete with a sloppy mess of lubrication. The first few inches of penetration came with hardly any resistance, and a gradual press slowly brought Olin to the hilt.

His large Human orbs rested against the small furred offerings of the Luxray, his cheeks burning as the comparison of their masculinity was laid bare. His mind was filled with white-hot pleasure, the wonderful feeling of fullness tempered by the sharp ruin of his bitch-button pressed down hard. This was his place. A submissive Pokémon faggot moaning as his undertail was stretched wide by a dominant Human cock. A heavy thrust came, and Olin's orbs slapped against his lube-drenched undercarriage with a humiliating and raw sound.

How could he be expected to evaluate this man when he was being fucked so hard that he had to remember to breathe? Their pace was languid, yet each thrust was ruinously deep and delivered with enough force to rock his feline body hard into a carpet that he would make sopping with the essence of male submission. His regal features and the stern look of a face behind which a mind never stopped calculating was made into a misty-eyed and melted expression, his mouth hanging open to deliver wanton moans.

Macher's barbed cock drooled liquid surrender beneath him, stamina drained from him by their forced self-fuck into the Human's grasp, he now had no power to roll back his hips and no choice but to give himself fully to Olin. Slap. Slap. Slap. The dominant male fucked him roughly, the upwards cant of his hips presenting his wet sheath to the swing of the Human's superior balls. The more loudly he moaned, the more effeminate his pitch, the more submissive the face he made, it all egged on the dominant male, and so Macher threw himself into every one of them.

Olin was playing out a familiar fantasy in his mind, the possessive element of his Human instinct demanding that he force the Pokémon beneath him to submit entirely. He would send Macher back to his Master with a lust for superior Human cock well-fucked into him. The man hardly minded an audience while he fucked, and with this world of poképhilia opened up before him, he doubted that he would turn down the opportunity for a more private carnal affair.

He looked down and into the eyes of the sweetly moaning feline, and Olin snarled out his own dominance at the sight of such a submissive visage. Hunched over with his golden mane about his face, he'd a leonine quality of his own, his muscles rippling as renewed vigour had the man continue his slow journey to climax. The Luxray was cumming hard under him, but it was right for a submissive faggot to have a shuddering bitchgasm when he was on their back.

A toy was made of the Pokémon, a submissive cock-sleeve for Olin to fuck to his pleasure, sometimes languid, and sometimes rapid, he made sport of the lesser male and delighted in every whimpering surrender of their body. Pokémon really could cum a lot, couldn't they? Male and female, their vital energy was tremendous. Though, Olin could only manage a second orgasm, it was a long time in the making, and a good while before both of his hands found the hips of the Luxray, he forced his cock to the hilt, and at last pumped his superior Human seed deep into their core.

Macher quivered in ecstasy, his body revelling in the triumph of drawing orgasm from a grander male. His own barbed cock again twitched, with only a single droplet of essence to add to the sloppy mess of male surrender beneath him, and he collapsed completely into purring satisfaction. Pass. This Human certainly passed! He would take that evaluation to every Pokémon gathered at Lastwall mansion!

His star-tipped tail swung from the side.

“Not today!"

Olin unsheathed his cock, falling backwards as the lightning-charged yellow passed before his eyes. He was gifted with the wonderful view of a gaped undertail, surrounded by fur made sloppy by lube and precum, a river of his own essence slowly dropping from the well-fucked male cunt. He pulled himself to his feet, turning to face Krieg and Gardevoir with an expression of victory upon his face, this perhaps his first Pokémon encounter for him to escape without some injury or change to his body. He gave a hearty thumbs up.

It was then that several things happened all at once.

The door swung open, framing Samantha Bent at the head of an inspection team of a half-dozen Civil Servants. Olin turned to them, revealing his nudity and spent cock to go along with the look of the gaped and ruined Luxray behind him, leaking his seed down his furred thighs. And naturally, as his attention was taken from the leonine Pokémon, he failed to notice their tail drift back again. And he failed to dodge it as well. The star tapped his left asscheek and discharged with force sufficient to brand him. In another world, someone would make a joke about a Jo-Jo reference.

ZAP!

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special Thanks to Forgefather381 for suggesting Luxray - I hope you liked how they turned out! Also thanks to User Airwall for their further advocation of double-Pyroar (it's absolutely on my hit-list!). User Stuntmanjbc for advice on Gardevoir. User TheLastFirstborn for their advocation of milfs. User Etnom1 for more Dragon Types and Toxtricity (this one is on my hit-list as well!). User Ferrous Oxide for a cool Ovipositor note (I'll find a place to make an anecdote of it somewhere!). User DevilMayCry for the support. And User NoNoNope for a particularly awesome idea about how Pokemon might advertise themselves as Humanphiles.

While I have the chance - I want to pass on some extra gratitude for the familiar faces in the comment section. Those people that followed over from Beastmaster, thank you for giving this series a try. And the new commenters that are popping up frequently as well - thank you so much. There are familiar names in the fave/vote alerts for me too, and it's really heartening to see them. It's the support of all of you that keeps me writing these, and I'm very grateful. As always, thanks to everyone for every fave, vote, watch, comment, and folder subscription!

Samantha Bent is the last big Human character that I want to focus on, with the political battle being more of her versus Krieg than their fathers battling in a much more sterile arena. It's fun to write an outright badguy, and I kept her Lucario ungendered in case anyone ever suggests them for a chapter. I'm hoping to keep the core cast relatively small this time, and to look at each character deeply. Well, as deeply as I can while not going too ham on wordcount! I want to keep these quite casual, launched from the hip after two sittings each.

I think next up will be some sort of milf, since there have been a few posts advocating for it. The three suggested so far have been Nidoqueen, Charizard, and Kangaskhan - but it's a few days before I can write again so I'll see what pops up in the comments below as well. Each Pokemon, aside from the few story picks, are chosen by you! Please put your faves into the comments, along with any kinks, ideas, or scenarios you want to see! I do my best to service them as much as I can.

Have a most excellent day.