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An alarum of chanting voices at his window woke Olin from his slumber, an obnoxious slogan screamed into a megaphone to be reiterated in a cacophony of affirmation. He snuggled deeper into his blanket, taking care not to disturb the warm weight of his Espeon curled up at her familiar perch atop his chest, but knew that sleep would not come to claim him again. The representative of Wessan Town still refused to surrender to the demands of this vocal minority despite the fervour of their campaigning, and each day they would return to protest his position outside the government offices across the street from the residential block in which Olin rented an apartment.

To them – or rather, to those truly behind the movement – relationships between Humans and Pokémon were an aberration, a deviant assault against puritanical morals, which they redressed with an argument of health and safety. At least, that was how Kreig had explained it to him, though much of his lecture had admittedly gone over Olin's head. Before signing on to the Guide Project, he had never really thought of Pokémon as sexual creatures, with nothing for reference but a few vague anecdotes. Everyone knew that one joke about Vaporeon after all. Now he was expected to mate with a great many Pokémon, from the tame to the deeply problematic, all to be recorded as official guidance and published by the government to stymie this protest for good.

His first was Scolipede, and he'd reflected much on their encounter over the week that had followed it. Olin had found that he'd gotten into the swing of things rather quickly, his male instinct responding to the natural position of dominance that was afforded him. However alien in body and mind Gardevoir demanded that their different races were, the horse-bug had been perfectly submissive, yielding, and receptive to his desires. Even if it was only sex, wasn't that a connection? Even if their thoughts and feelings were different, wasn't this understanding?

Those were questions for someone smarter to answer. Rather than dwell on the deep philosophical quandaries, Olin would much rather recall the grasping wetness of her near-equine cunt and the tarte flavour of her femcum. He remembered the sharpness of her scent and the texture of her chitinous body, the unique spread of her weight and how he had leveraged it to better fuck the Megapede Pokémon. Poképhilia had come naturally to Olin, and he had found himself quite looking forward to what the Guide Project had in store for him next.

The weight atop his chest stirred, and Olin winced. He took a slow breath and made every effort to clear his mind, sublimating his meandering fantasies of Scolipede so as not to invoke a state of arousal in himself. Espeon was an extremely perceptive eeveelution, not only gifted with a natural precognition, but also with fine hair so sensitive that she could read the subtlest movements of a body impacting the air. She'd no psychic voice like Gardevoir, but Olin had come to understand his companion through the projection of thoughts and feelings which appeared in his mind as images they'd a common point of reference on.

He'd named her Vee when he was young and uncreative, stealing the moniker from a famed Eevee he'd read about in a book as a child. She'd been with him for a long time, and despite her part in bringing it about, the last thing that he wanted was for her to see such a compromising memory playing out inside his head! The activity atop his chest became consistent enough to signify wakefulness, and Olin at last blinked the sleep from his eyes to survey the Sun Pokémon.

It was a sight that he'd seen many times before. Vee had pulled herself into something similar to a seated position, her head buried between her hind legs by the gift of feline dexterity and her small tongue lapping at a femininity mostly concealed by lilac fur. She very rarely went into her Pokéball to be availed of its cleansing features, so of course she often cleaned and groomed herself in such a way. But since Scolipede, things were different. Now, when she curled up and lapped at her crotch, Olin found himself closing his eyes. Now when he stroked her lower back and her tail naturally rose, he would look away.

She must have noticed. She noticed everything. That's what an Espeon did. Perhaps the reason that she was doing it all the more overtly these days was to make it clear to him that everything was fine, and nothing had changed? What else could it be? When she pressed her upper body to the floor and raised her haunches as if presenting to a potential mate, she was clearly just stretching her back! That wet spot on his pillow was definitely only drool from where she had been sleeping – and her scent all over his bedroom was not a marking of territory, but simple shedding!

Yes, it all made sense! Of course, her utilisation of the network of Psychic Pokémon in Wesson Town to place him on the Guide Project in the first place had been out of concern for her Master being out of a job, and not at all a perfect opportunity to get him used to the idea of taking a Pokémon for a mate! That would be absurd. And the reason that Vee now leapt from his chest to leave the room was to bask in the morning sun of the balcony – and not because she had just witnessed every last one of these mental gymnastics play out in her Master's mind and now, she was going to shred his good shoes out of sheer frustration!

He'd join her for breakfast sometime later, his morning ablutions complete and his attire casual. The apartment was rather small, consisting only of three rooms and a small balcony which would have commanded a good view of the Town from this sixth floor if not for the drab government offices directly opposite. The balcony was vital, for Espeon was quite sluggish in the gloom and Vee rejuvenated herself through sunbathing – even in the limited daylight of wintertime.

The television competed with the demonstration outside as background noise, Olin flicking over to the news channel that he'd promised Kreig he'd start paying more attention to. He'd much rather be watching battles, though his favourite trainer had recently retired and taken his trio of Noivern, Goodra, and Flygon along with him. As for the drabber announcements – a general election was looming, the Prime Minister was involved in some sort of sex scandal, a criminal gang selling fake Trainer Licenses had been apprehended, and there would be more snow this evening. There. That was enough of the cliff notes for him to at least carry a conversation at work and not feel stupid!

But, fate would deny him the fruits of his labours.

An unexpected knock arrived at his door, and it opened to reveal a rather abstract sight. It was Kreig, clearly, yet the man had obscured himself in a disguise that could only be called ridiculous. He'd slipped a high-visibility vest over his suit jacket, and covered his hands with thick orange working gloves. A maroon polo shirt has been fashioned into a face mask, his dark hair mostly covered by a fishing cap, and his stylish glasses replaced with rose tinted aviators.

“Ahem." Formal as ever, he shifted the briefcase in his hand to one side, raising his other to tip down the shades, “Please excuse my attire. I didn't quite anticipate needing to wade through a mob picketing my father to meet with you. Do you mind terribly if I come in?"

Olin stood aside invitingly, rather amused at the sight of a man that seemed to have cobbled together his disguise from the contents of a lost and found box, “Good morning." He gestured to the interior, small and plain and homely, “Tea?"

“Good morning. And yes, please. Ah – greetings to you as well, Espeon." He stripped away everything but the aviators, examining his reflection for a moment in the metallic side of a cheap toaster before finally removing them as well with a mildly disappointed sigh and placing down his briefcase, “I must apologise for calling unexpectedly like this, particularly so early in our professional relationship. Oh – I see you've been keeping abreast of the news. I'm most pleased to see you developing an interest in current affairs!"

While Olin busied himself with the kettle and Vee vacated to the balcony to sunbathe, their visitor continued to speak as a gesture led him to a seat at their table, “This Human-Pokémon Relationships bill is the thin end of the wedge. It's the same man behind it that tried to ban all Psychic Types from cities with all that rigmarole about skimming minds for personal information. Ronald Bent. He's the reason that a Psychic Type can't be out in a built-up area without their Trainer accompanying them, and that was considered a concession..."

Kreig spoke with passion, his posh accent well suited to this meandering diatribe. Enough to make the words almost charming, “The Prime Minister is retiring, and the continuity candidate is a bit of a grey man. Bent is gathering momentum for his platform, and we should be very worried about where it's all leading…" He blinked, realising that he'd gone off on something of a tangent, “Ah, apologies again. I should get to the point."

Olin shrugged, “There's no rush. Been a while since I've had anyone over anyway." He gave a slight smirk, “I suppose a little apartment like this is a bit different to your mansion or whatever, eh?"

“That depends which mansion, really. My summer home technically counts as one, and it is tiny. Only eight bedrooms, it's almost as small as this place…" Kreig played into it, accepting their cup and blowing over the surface of the tea with a smile of his own, “Thank you. How is your hand? No second thoughts about the Guide Project?"

Olin's palm was quickly shown off to reveal a darkened scar running over it. The miracle of modern medicine had mostly healed the necrotised flesh left in the wake of Scolipede's venom, but some evidence remained as a permanent reminder to not grab the horn of an amorous Poison Type, “It's fine. Took my shots and I'm right as rain. I'm happy to carry on."

Kreig shook his head, “It remains regrettable that you were injured…" He sighed softly, and then the wispy man reached into the pocket of his immaculate suit and withdrew a neat stack of Pound Notes and a Pokéball, “Consider this compensation. And your next job as well." He pushed them across the table, “Heavy snow is expected this evening, and over the next few days. Rather than braving the elements to make it to the office, I thought it might be more convenient for you to undertake this next task at home."

“Don't you and Gardevoir need to be there, too?" Olin raised an eyebrow, holding up the ball with one hand to examine, while gratefully slipping the cash into his pocket with the other. He was never the sort to turn up his nose when there was money on the table – especially with finances so tight.

“Not this time. This Arcanine was donated to the project by one of our connected breeders. They'd hoped to make a stud of him, but he's absolutely no interest in females. Very submissive. Practically danced with joy when Gardevoir pitched the prospect of him being mated by a Human male. He's used to responding to speech, and quite expressive. You won't have any problems with him at all. There's no need for her Psychic abilities this time."

He intertwined his thin fingers and continued, “As for myself - I can advise you by video link." Kreig tapped the briefcase with his foot, “This contains the equipment you need to connect to the office remotely. As well as some specialist gear, and a few Burn Heals. Just in case. That is of course if you don't mind fielding a few of these tasks from home? I understand that things might be a little cramped hosting an Arcanine, but I'm told he's quite the lazy lapdog. I'll have a courier collect him tomorrow and you will be done until next week."

Olin's gaze wondered to the balcony and Espeon for a moment, “I'll have to make sure it's alright with Vee. I know she's listening in, so-“ Rather than speech, a vision appeared inside his mind, her head nodding in something of a vigorous affirmative, “I suppose she… doesn't mind?" He put aside her eagerness as concern for his cold commute and a conscientious attitude towards their finances, and for some reason his drawing of that conclusion had her tear her claws further into whatever she had in her grasp out there.

“Excellent. Please make sure that everything is set up by Eight this evening. That's when I'll make the call. For now, I'd best be heading back to the office." His tea finished, Kreig again enshrouded himself in his disguise and after a final quick round of smalltalk was on his way. Olin was left with a smile. This wispy colleague of his was from a different world, but despite their short time acquainted had already started to feel like a friend. If only Gardevoir was so affable.

It was a fortunate thing that Olin was given the day to prepare, for he was generally all fingers and thumbs when it came to technology and the uplink system that he'd been left with was far more complex than it had any right to be when a video call from his mobile phone would probably have been just as effective. Vee compounded his frustrations by displaying the wreckage of his favourite shoes, her ruination of his things normally the result of him invoking her ire for an obvious slight – though he couldn't quite think what he might have done to piss her off this time. Especially since she'd been acting so affectionately lately.

With the assistance of a handily illustrated instruction manual, multiple cameras were set up around his living room and connected to a central terminal, additional lighting and microphones compounded the setup, and by the time darkness fell, Olin found himself to be rather proud of his labours. At least, it put him in a good enough mood to choose to apologise to Vee for whatever he'd done to annoy her, rather than get angry about his shredded shoes. Frustrating though it was that she wouldn't tell him what his offence was. Or show him rather, considering her method of communication.

Espeon abandoned him for an early night, which wasn't much out of character for her in the winter months, and the sound of an incoming call brought him to attention as Kreig appeared on a small screen, “Good evening. Oh, very good. Are you sure you have enough room, though? You might want to move that table."

“Good evening." Came the greeting in turn, “There's plenty of space, isn't there? Arcanine is only a little dog, right?"

A grin and a shake of the head, “A dog large enough for you to ride into battle. And in ancient times, some people did. Arcanine stands as tall as you are, and you're quite large yourself." The face on screen turned pensive, “Yes, you're well proportioned for this sort of work. Tall, sculpted body, and with that golden mane of hair. A pity that we can't record any of this." A questioning look came in turn from Olin, and the wispy man continued, “This may be in the service of politics, but it does not mean that I can't admire the view!"

Flattered into silence, Olin pushed his table into the small kitchenette and opened up the central space of the room, rather thankful of his egregiously large sofa if he was going to relax with this Pokémon. Kreig continued, “Now, bring him out and let him get used to you. He knows what he's in for, and he's very keen – but he's weak against flattery. Just like you, by the looks of things." The face on screen gave a cheeky wink, “Call him a 'good boy', show him a little admiration. For majestic Pokémon species, a little worship is akin to courtship."

“What's his name?"

“He doesn't have one. Rather rare for owned Pokémon, but I think it's going to be quite common for this Guide Project. Most of those donated are given up for a reason. Inferior IVs, failures in breeding, we've a few military creatures as well. There's Gardevoir, too – she used to have a name, but has rejected it due to her circumstances." He gave a slight sigh, “Which reminds me, do try to steer clear of the topic of Ghost Type Pokémon with her – and never under any circumstances mention Cofagrigus. She's developed something of a phobia…"

Olin opened his mouth, a question on his lips, but he swallowed it. Whatever spectres loomed in Gardevoir's past were not his right to know. It saddened him though to learn that so many of these Pokémon were without names. Everyone deserved a name, and while the psychic fairy would probably chide him for humanising that which was alien, Olin still believed it, “I understand. I'll steer clear of Ghost stuff with her…"

He steeled himself and drew out the Pokéball from his pocket, endeavouring to dispel the heavy mood with his enthusiasm, “Let's get started!" And from familiar crimson light emerged a creature which dominated the room.

Regal and truly vast, the faux-legendary Pokémon was imposing indeed, red-orange fur smouldering slightly, beige mane and tail bristling, and the darkness of his stripes all the starker when embers clung to their lighter fur. It was a pose; one forepaw slightly raised, his nose tilted upwards, his body flexed with restrained power and eyes set upon the man to which he was at head level. He'd the presentation of a Show Pokémon, and the same expectant look upon his face that one might wear when expecting applause.

But they swayed slightly as their balance was defeated by inexperience, dancing from paw to paw while straining to keep their position. The canine was clearly trying to show off, advertising himself to the potential mate that he expected to be displayed to when next released from his Pokéball, and Olin found the sight tremendously endearing. Their embers were quick to disperse, and he slowly held out a hand into which the enormous head nuzzled irresistibly.

The man smiled, “Good boy… You're very brave…" The words came naturally, and the large tail twitched and wagged, “And very handsome…" A near-scalding lick at his palm, response to the praise he'd been advised to issue freely, “I'm Olin. I'm not sure if Gardevoir told you that already. To be honest, I'm not sure what she told you about me at all. I'm still pretty new at this." He advanced a step, and his fingers swept along the thick fur of their cheek and into an enormous mane, “We're going to be mating, if you're alright with that?"

Another nuzzle came in turn, and another hot lick to his forearm, along with a nod. It gave Olin pause, “Pokémon really are pretty straight to business, huh? It was the same with Scolipede, just a greeting and that was that."

Kreig's voice came through the speakers, “Gardevoir does all of the legwork for you. The Pokémon you're going to encounter are all interested in mating with Humans, a Human male particularly. She briefs them about you before you meet them – they know what they're here for, and they know what they want from you." The Arcanine glanced to the screen, and then back to Olin before nodding along, “For a lot of Pokémon species, sex can be quite a casual affair. Of course, for some it's very serious indeed – but your companion there was promised pleasure and all too happy to agree to things!"

A small bark came in affirmation, and the voice continued, “Arcanine and its pre-evolution are majority male. In species with one sex having a majority, those in that majority tend to end up with a higher proclivity towards homosexuality and interspecies breeding to account for the scarcity of mates amongst their own kind. This Arcanine likes males exclusively, and according to Gardevoir has been quite looking forward to their turn with you after hearing a review from Scolipede."

“Is that right?" Olin had been toying with the canine's mane during this exchange, pondering the words he was fed carefully. The practicalities of Human-Pokémon mating were the core of his job, and it made sense to make sure that his sessions were efficient, with the expectation being that things would move along rather quickly each time that he met a new partner. While the Pokémon seemed quite on board with casual pleasure, Olin was still coming to terms with the concept of this sort of rapidity in a relationship.

Though, with an expectant Arcanine nuzzling his hand affectionately, he was determined not to disappoint, “Gardevoir promised you pleasure. At the very least, I'll fulfil that." He set his jaw and prepared himself. The large creature could understand him well, and was expecting him to take charge, “I need you to arrange yourself for me…"

His overstuffed sofa was something of a hatchet-job of DIY, the result of a little experimentation with crafts some years ago that Olin had never quite managed to bring himself to dispose of. Here it showed its worth as he directed the large creature to collapse onto his side so that he may better get a look at the enormous canine. Arcanine was indeed large enough to be ridden as a mount, though a man of Olin's large stature might have struggled a little. Their body was sleek, their fur overwhelmingly thick with a banded pattern of jet black against a base of orange. Great tufts of fur erupted from elbows and ankles, their mane and tail great bushes of beige into which his hand could vanish completely.

The Arcanine reclined on his side, and the natural dip of a collapsed rear of this terrible sofa tilted him upwards enough to display his underside, “Very nice…" Olin stroked their side, his hand resting against their topmost haunch as he toyed with their fur. That same leg had risen ever so slightly to display an orange furred sheathe and orbs a little smaller than those one might find on a Human despite the proportionally large frame of the Pokémon. Smaller genitalia was a common evolutionary defence for the combat oriented species, and he knew that he would dwarf whatever was hiding inside that sheath.

His hand drifted down to their underside, and as he reached their crotch he drew their sensitive orbs into his palm, “Wow, these are hot!" There was heat here, a temperature that was not quite hot enough to scald, but certainly sufficient to test his tolerance for handling them for an extended period of time.

“Fire Type semen is rather warm." Kreig's voice elucidated, “No worse than a good sip of hot tea, but something that you will have to be prepared for. Make sure that you take your time with him…"

A small bark of concern came from above, and Olin gave the canine a small in return, “No problem." His fingers applied a gentle pressure, “I'm going to have you empty these out completely. That much, I can promise. Would you like that?" The canine shuddered slightly, and he raised a brow, deciding to push a little further, “I'm going to take my time with you. I'll use my tongue and my mouth and my fingers until I'm satisfied, and then I'll fuck the cum out of you and put mine under your tail."

The phrasing was a little clumsy, but it was enough to have the Arcanine squirm, their ears tilted back in a canine equivalent of a blush as their submissive instincts flared. Olin found some momentum of his own, “That's right. Spread your legs a little further. Good boy…" He grasped their highest ankle with his free hand, and with the Pokémon relaxed on their side, he leaned in close and examined closely what he was working with.

A little crimson had emerged from the sheath, the surrounding flesh loose and yielding as Olin pulled it back with his thumb, but their undercarriage was very taut and compact. For a Pokémon whose specialist move was Extreme Speed, it made sense to not have everything jangling about while running. His undertail was a black puckered ring, the spread of his legs revealing a small amount of pink. But right now, Olin was focused elsewhere.

His tongue extended, and cautiously lapped at those superheated orbs, the Arcanine giving a soft whine in response which had Olin pause to survey the submissive male. He'd laid down his head, his eyes half-lidded in anticipation of pleasure, and his large mouth hanging open to softly pant. There was something seductive about it, a surrender which sparked the natural dominant instincts inside of Olin and heightened his arousal. They looked so magnificent, so regal. He couldn't help but wonder what sort of face they'd make while giving it up all over their own chest with his cock hilted under their tail.

With that fantasy to spur him on, he again pressed his tongue to the head of their orbs, finding that Kreig's tea analogy was quite apt indeed. There was a musky scent to them, one which clung to the back of his throat and reminded him of an extinguished fireplace. It was ash and heat and need. He was slow and methodical, the pressure of his tongue testing the amount of give in their undercarriage, and each lick extending upwards to the limit of the sheath, but stopping short of encountering the growing crimson above it.

Their erection was growing quickly, their topmost leg twitching slightly as their knot caught in the sheath and failed to pass it, burgeoning arousal accompanied with a throb of desire from the orb that Olin had drawn into his mouth. Against his cheeks it felt volcanic, but he found that he soon acclimated to the temperature, finding it no more oppressive than a hot drink. He suckled gently, and brought the other along with it, their smaller equipment still sufficient to test the capacity of his jaws. His tongue applied gentle pressure, and before his eyes the knot was at last free.

The Arcanine sported a maleness that would have been perhaps around average on a Human, made impressive only by their knot. Distinctly canine, there was no trace of curve, with the slanted head crowned with a droplet of precum which the fur of their abdomen immediately absorbed. Their sheath was strained to allow that widening of the base to rest atop it, and with each suckling motion Olin made against the orbs in his mouth, their whole shaft would twitch.

A whining sound met his ears along with the heightening of that ashen scent. A spice had come to meld with it, and while the heaviness of ash clung to the back of his throat, in his nostrils danced something exotic and virile. The potent allure of a submissive Fire Type which heated the room to a near-uncomfortable temperature. Their orbs churned within his mouth, and Olin rewarded their need with intensity, a soft worship that the Arcanine was slowly rocking into.

He'd thought that he would need to move on from this for such a result, to tend to their straining cock, or set his tongue beneath their tail, but in the end it was only this foreplay, the licking, suckling, and reverential worship of their furred orbs which invoked the canine's first orgasm. Not a growl or a roar, but a submissive whimper, and Arcanine painted his abdomen with thick stripes of essence, his leg twitching and undertail winking as he rolled his hips into the Human making sport of him.

“Good boy…" Olin pulled back to observe the effects of his work, surprised to find that Scolipede was no fluke when it came to the speed and intensity of climax for Pokémon. That same feeling of empowerment washed over him as the faux-legendary squirmed so desperately, so hungry for pleasure, so submissive and so needy. He retrieved a little of their pearlescent cum with his finger to find it just as heated to the touch as their orbs, and upon his tongue it was just as hot when he licked his hand clean.

Like their scent, their taste was of spice and ash, it dried the mouth and clung to the throat, but Olin did not find it unpleasant. In fact, he wanted more, and this time directly from the source. He drew close again, and pressed a soft kiss to the side of their knot, finding it to not be even half as hot as their orbs, but imbued with a hardness of which any male should be proud. Their canine shaft was like iron, throbbing with desire as he lavished it with affection, “I'm not some savage that's just going to climb on your back and get his rocks off. If I've only got you for one night, the least I can do is make it memorable."

A dominant male that went to such efforts to satisfy his submissives was not a common thing to be found amongst Pokémon, and it was this trait which had been so loudly trumpeted by Scolipede to those in waiting after their session together. More than a Human male with a big cock and a hefty amount of sexual stamina, this man would gift you with an evening of pleasure wrapped in affection and amorous desire. Olin had no idea that he was so highly regarded, his excessive foreplay something which he had always enjoyed and considered to be naught but an expected courtesy.

He would lavish this Arcanine with everything he had until they collapsed into the same ruinous heap that Scolipede had – and he'd do the same for every Pokémon to follow as well! That was a promise he made to himself as he pressed his lips to the slanted head of canine cock and drew it into his mouth, releasing the hindleg he was holding in place to cradle their orbs with one hand and handle the knot with the other.

Olin pumped them gently as he worked, delighting in the whimpered ululations behind him as he pleasured the submissive male, each heated droplet of precum upon his tongue a prelude to victory. Domination did not have to be aggressive and rough – and against a Pokémon he could not hope to compare in physical might despite his powerful physique. He would use pleasure to have this Arcanine surrender to him completely, and as he used his fingers to simulate a tie behind their knot, squeezed their orbs softly in his palm, and swept his tongue around the head of their cock, a climax of spice and ash tasted triumphant.

Their load accumulated in his mouth, and he drew back to exhale over it, finding a little steam on his breath. Now that he'd enough to properly savour, he found that Fire Type cum retained the slight bitterness that one would expect, the taste of male essence something that really did take some getting used to – but similarly to the overpowering tarte of Scolipede – it was eclipsed by something else. Olin swallowed, and it took several more to clear his throat. Spice and ash, the cloying potency of it remained, and he revelled in it.

“That will be useful for my notes. Confirmation that Arcanine ejaculate is tolerable for Humans. If your lips can handle it, then the rest of you can as well! There are going to be some rather pleased ladies reading this report, let me tell you…" Kreig idly commented, scribbling away as always, “You'll find the temperature under his tail similar to that of his cock. But stay mindful of the head. Fire Fang, Flamethrower, it all comes from that end. I'm afraid he won't be returning the favour. It takes some practice for them to even lick their trainers without burning them. Not the sort of control to have while in such an amorous situation…"

Well, that was a pity. Olin felt the gaze of the Pokémon upon him and tried not to look too disappointed, “Well, I prefer to be the one dishing out pleasure than receiving it anyway. On which note…" The Arcanine tried to shift his head to see what was being fished out of the briefcase left behind by Kreig, but after two consecutive orgasms was too immersed in soft afterglow to sum up the energy. Scolipede hadn't lied when she'd said that this Human was good at what he did, and they'd not even mated in full yet!

His tail twitched slightly, and began to brush from side to side in anticipation. Arcanine had always had a preference for playing the part of the female, and to receive such attention to his cock was something of a novelty when at the breeders estate he'd most often simply find himself mounted by the males he presented himself to and fucked hard until they were done. The boast that the Human would have him empty his orbs completely of cum felt quite tangible now, considering how thorough they were being…

Olin had emptied quite the concoction onto his palm, a gel which by Kreig's note would serve as lubricant suitable for a Fire Type without drying away – or worse, igniting. He brought the canine out of their reverie with the trace of his fingertips around their black skinned entrance, and forced lucidity upon them as a gel-slickened digit gently slipped inside them. There was surprisingly little resistance, but Arcanine squirmed all the same as his insides were pressured, his whole body giving a small jolt as that special point of pleasure was touched.

“There we go… Good boy…" Olin crooned, and a second finger joined the first as he used his free arm to spread their legs wider for better access, the curl of his grasp resting against a shallow prostate. A wave motion pressed the lubricant deeper, but the flowing nature of this probing was something which only practiced fingers could produce. The Human grinned, as the sound of Arcanine's head thrashing from side to side reached his ears, each gentle flicker of his digits forcing a feminine note onto his whines.

Gardevoir had called these thoughts beastly, but Olin's mind was again full of them. This submissive male was howling so sweetly for his attentions, bucking up within the limited confines of their quadrupedal form against his fingers and wearing such an expression of debaucherous need. Their tongue was hanging out with a steady trail of drool onto the fabric beneath them, their eyes half-lidded, and breath stuttered to each motion of his hand.

The Arcanine was a true slut behind all of their regal posturing, hungrily devouring the pleasure they were dealt and begging for more, and it invoked a terrible desire inside Olin. Just like with Scolipede, he wanted to fuck this creature to ruin. He wanted to diminish them with climax after climax until their ruined body and mind surrendered entirely to him, be the man to whom no other could ever measure up to, and make them his. His Human instinct demanded that he possess this Pokémon, and while he would have no choice but to say goodbye, the thought of dominating them into such attachment had his own cock strain against his jeans.

The fantasy of a Harem of Pokémon fucked into lust-addled servitude played out behind his eyes, scenes of debauchery and domination which the Psychic Fairy would doubtless chide him for entertaining. Arcanine reached their third climax, another keening whine unleashed in a feminine pitch as the pressing of his bitch-button compelled him to spray his submissive seed over his chest. Olin neither paused nor even slowed his pace, powering on through their oversensitivity to revel in their desperate squirming.

“You like this, don't you?" The thought arrived and he spoke it into being, “Being forced to cum. Being dominated by another male." He grinned, “Good. I like when a slut commits. You're regal and handsome, Arcanine. But you're a slut in your heart." His undertail was heated velvet, slickened by the gel and inviting, squeezing down tightly against his fingers, “That's why you're pushing back against my hand and grasping at my fingers. You were made for taking cock…"

There was little need to delay that any further, and Olin withdrew his fingers, stepping away to quicky disrobe, making sure to show off his own maleness as he slipped out of his jeans and tossed his shirt into a corner. He climbed into the sofa behind the Arcanine, lining up his cock alongside theirs to again show off their superiority. The Human shaft was as wide as their knot all the way down, perhaps half as long again on top of their mass.

The Pokémon looked down to see their comparison, and Olin found himself grinning as he read on their face the expression of absolute submission, defeat as a male by a grander cock. He drew back, lining himself up beneath their tail, and immediately felt the heat against the head of his maleness, feeling significantly warmer against such a sensitive part than it had at his fingertips. He set his jaw and growled, his face vanishing into the mane of long golden hair as he rumbled, leonine in his figure.

His cock sank into that velvet heat inch by inch, and Olin was unable to suppress his own extended moan of pleasure as he made the motion of hilting into one enormous exhalation. The slight curve of his Human shaft pressed the head of his maleness against their bitch button as he thrust forth, the mass of his cock invoking a feeling of satisfying fullness in the wake of that sharp pleasure, so potent that Arcanine forgot to breathe, finding air again with a keening whine when Olin immediately drew back to again apply pressure to their battered button.

Any time of gentleness was over – Olin had built up his need and the writhing slut of a canine massaging his cock with their undertail was just as desperate for a hard fuck as he was to pour his essence into their core. He grabbed their hindlegs and spread them wide, leveraging his strength to fully place the Pokémon onto their back, rending quadrupedal limbs helpless in the air as he leaned over them and thrust his hips down hard.

A fourth orgasm came to the Arcanine almost immediately, and a more lucid Olin would have found it interesting that the males came as hard and as often as the females when it came to Pokémon, but all thought abandoned him as their undulating insides forced him into his own snarling climax. Olin came hard and deep, but he was often quite quick with the first shot. His orbs clenched, he hilted into the faux-legendary and pumped a thick load of human masculinity into their core.

His hips never slowed their pace, oversensitivity sublimated into numbness, his cock retaining its iron as he rocked his conquest beneath him. The debauched sight of the male writhing in pleasure piqued his arousal, the Arcanine with thick ropes of creamy canine cum spread across their abdomen, their head writhing from side to side, tongue lolling, a little flame about their lips. This was a slut in the heights of ecstasy, a grateful bitch on the end of a superior cock.

Olin released a leg to grasp the knotted length swinging beneath him and began to pump it in time to his thrusts, forcing the canine to fuck his hand with every rock of his hips against their undertail. He had found his rhythm, found the angle to best fuck the Arcanine in the ways that would make the Pokémon whine most sweetly. More depraved thoughts drifted through his mind, the ruin and submission of this wanton slut at the heart of every one of them. A great pity that Gardevoir was not present to observe them.

But somebody was.

Espeon had never been good at communicating language by telepathy, images were all that she could handle, and as she observed her Master through a crack in the doorway, she witnessed no shortage of them now. She watched fantasies in which he kept the Arcanine as a pet, a submissive toy for him to sate his lust on. The ways in which he would train the submissive male to become a perfect slut with a cunt shaped only for his cock. A litany of pleasures and debauchery played out in her mind, and she seethed with such jealousy and frustration that she needed to retreat from the doorway or the shine of her forehead jewel would have given her away.

The Guide Project had been a sexual awakening for Olin, yet the feral and possessive dominance that was starting to grow inside of the man seemed to be perfectly suited for Pokémon, an instinctual subservience to humanity resulting in natural submission in their species. Though, he wasn't the type to think about things this broadly. Right now, he was busy forcing Arcanine's withered orbs to divest the last ounce of their essence onto their chest.

The canine whined and moaned, surrendering entirely to this pained pleasure as the dominant male used him as a toy, angling themselves to make every thrust a ruinously addictive spike of pleasure. Olin never stopped, even when he climaxed, fucking him through each shuddering orgasm and churning up the load of cum inside him into a froth that clung to his fur as each backstroke dragged it from his undertail.

He knew he only had two shots in him, and bit his lip to stave off his own orgasm, determined to fulfil his boast of fucking every ounce of masculinity out of this slutty Pokémon. It wasn't until their orgasm was heralded not with their feminine whines, but with a true howl that he knew that he'd succeeded, and as the lesser male surrendered to him one final time, he roared out his own climax and pumped his essence into their core.

“Fuck…" Kreig was saying something over the speakers, but Olin's head was swimming. The room had become swelteringly hot and the heat stole away what remained of his stamina. His body coated in a sheen of sweat, he pulled his cock free and observed the gape of a well-fucked male cunt before collapsing on top of the Arcanine. Their mane was luxurious and soft, the wetness of their slew of shuddering bitchgasms was sealed between them, and he relaxed into the afterglow, “Good… Boy…"

He cuddled with the Arcanine, exhausted from his efforts but well satisfied, finding the submissive male to be quite the wonderful pillow. But his final compliment was his greatest mistake, as the canine responded sheerly by instinct, with every ounce of control fucked out of them. They leaned down, and licked Olin's cheek.

The flesh sizzled.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to User Etnom1 for foreseeing Vaporeon. User TheLastFirstborn for the Goodra that's probably up next. User CapitalC for their suggestion as well (I wanna hit some of these more vanilla ones soon, too!). User NoNoNope for suggesting the Arcanine of this second piece to begin with. User ObscureDragon97 for giving me an ideal Pokemon to root Gardevoir's trauma in. User James Van Heart for the excellent suggestions (Damn - I really wanna do a Seviper/Zangoose combo especially!). User DeltaHopper for Flygon (I mentioned a few dragon types this time around, and it's definitely in consideration). User SlaaneshiCultist for their whole list of Pokemon (Miltank hit me hardest for some reason, I have no idea why!).

I always credit the comments in each new work for anyone new reading this. Thank you very much for every last one of them! The Pokemon focused on in each chapter is chosen by you guys, and I rely on your comments and suggestions to pen everything going forward! I can't do them all, and have to ultimately pick what works best, and I'm very grateful to have so many to choose from. Also, thanks for every last vote, fave, folder subscription, and watch. As well as every single read. I just passed 100k reads, and I'm overjoyed to have reached this milestone. Thank you for everything.

Next up is another female Pokemon as I'm trying to alternate as we go. The current leading contender is Goodra, but I can't start for a few days so we'll see if the slimy dragon gets pushed back or not! If anyone has any suggestions for future creatures male or female, scenarios, or whatever else, please put them in the comments. It's genuinely where I go for inspiration with these series. This one is a bit of fun, and I normally churn out these pieces from the hip in one or two sittings. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them.

Have a most excellent day.