Male Human x Female Pokemon

. . .

Brock undid the seat belt and pulled himself up to the top of the Jeep, resting his elbows on one of the roll bars as he watched his friend undo the straps that held their surfboards. He caught the ratchet strap and undid the hook on his side, tossing it on the backseat as Wyatt undid the other one. Brock always had problems with the ratchet straps his friend owned; they always got either tangled up or snagged on something. Once the straps were off, Brock shed his shirt, tossing it on the seat as he grabbed his board and headed for the beach while Wyatt locked the steering wheel up.

The beach they were on, Hano Beach was, for whatever reason deserted, which was odd. It wasn't cold out, it wasn't raining, hell, there wasn't a cloud in sight! Yet as Brock scanned up and down the beach, there might have only been one or two other people there.

He checked his watch, which read twelve-oh-two. High tide would be there in about a half hour, yet the water was empty.

"What's wrong?" Wyatt asked as he joined Brock.

"Nothing, just… I guess we have the beach to ourselves." He replied, shrugging.

"I'm not complaining." Wyatt motioned with his head towards the water and the two took off towards the lapping waves of the ocean.

It was a hot day, somewhere in the nineties, and what better to do on a hot day than go to the beach? It wasn't like Brock had any plans; he had the day off from his job at the Hano Grand Hotel and he would be damned if he didn't make the most of it. Wyatt had been the first friend he called, and of course he was always down for a beach trip. Even though Brock lived a stone's throw from the hotel, and thus the beach, Wyatt had still picked him up about ten minutes ago. Any excuse to ride in the Jeep, Brock had guessed. His friend loved it to death, even though it was an old CJ-7 model, he polished and vacuumed and wiped windows and nearly made love to it daily.

Now that the two were paddling on their surfboards out into the ocean, Brock was glad he was here. The water was warm, warm enough that he hadn't needed any time to get acclimated to it, and clear, so wonderfully clear. Besides the ocean floor, he could see all sorts of corals, brilliant blues and oranges, littering as far as the eye could see, and all sorts of tropical water type Pokemon.

Finneon, Tentacool, Staryu, even a couple of Pyukumuku lazily clinging to rocks, sucking the nutrients off the surfaces. Brock wished he had the money to raise a Pokemon, it would make his life a lot less dull.

"I'm so glad I moved here, y'know that, Brock?" Wyatt called, sitting up on his surfboard.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I think everyone on Akala knows you're glad." Brock replied with a grin. "That fact is one-half of your personality."

"That's cruel, dude." He responded, shaking his head. "Cruel."

Brock shrugged.

"Where are all the waves, man?" His friend asked, splashing some of the warm water up on his face. "I checked before we left, should be some around this time."

"Just be patient." Brock replied. "You're still living like a city boy, take it easy."

"Fine." Wyatt said after a deep sigh.

The two sat in relative silence for a while, only the Wingulls and the lapping of the far off waves could be heard. Brock looked over at his friend, watching as he rhythmically tapped his surfboard.

"What's it like there?"

"Eh?"

"In the city, I mean. All my life I've lived in Alola." Brock said, looking down at the annoyingly calm waters.

"It's… eh, busy." Wyatt replied, leaning back on his board. "Always something to do, y'know? Go here, do this, bring this thing to there, stuff like that."

"Sounds chaotic."

"It is, but it's a good chaos." Wyatt said, chuckling as he looked at the sky. "Shops line the packed streets, not like the one single shop we have here. Traffic can be so bad sometimes that walking is faster. And the connectivity of the city is just…" He shuddered, then, "It's unrivaled. Anywhere you want to go, anywhere at all, you just jump on a train and you're there. No Lapras rides or boats or anything."

"Hmm." Brock grunted, nodding. "Can I… can I tell you something?"

"Yeah, anything." Wyatt almost immediately replied, vigorously nodding.

"I'm thinking of leaving Akala. Alola."

"And you're going to go to a city?"

Brock nodded, unable to make eye contact for some reason. Wyatt broke out in laughter, almost doubling over on his board as his body shook. He eventually recovered and glanced up at Brock, grinning heartily.

"Sorry, just… imagining a kid like you in somewhere like Eterna or Jubilife makes me laugh."

"You don't think I could handle it?" Brock sharply retorted, frowning.

"No, I don't." Wyatt simply said. "It's… cities aren't like anything you've ever seen before. Too fast, too complicated."

"You know where I work, right? The amount of dumb fuck tourists I deal with on a daily basis?"

"Heahea City has like, what? Ten thousand people? Eleven?" Wyatt said, shaking his head. "Jubilife is the sixth most populated city in the world. Last time I checked, there was close to two or three million people living there. Can you even think of seeing that many people?"

"I still wanna go." Brock replied, continuing to frown, as if it would help Wyatt believe that he'd make it in a big city.

"Why? Humor me, what makes you think it would be a good idea to leave a paradise like this and move to a city?"

"Well… Money, for one. Aren't there hundreds, even thousands of jobs in a city?" Wyatt nodded. "And um… secondly, I guess I'd like to do the Pokemon League there. In Sinnoh."

"Don't you have something like that here? Why not work on that instead?"

"It's… from what I've heard, it's not the same." Brock shrugged. "More of a rite of passage instead of something you can do for a job. Hell, we didn't even have a champion until a few years ago."

"I see, I see… Well, Sinnoh would be a decent place to start a career, I guess." Wyatt shrugged. "Do you have a Pokemon to start, at least?"

"N-no." Brock said, blushing a bit. "Can't afford it. Between the cost of rent, food, bills and whatnot, I can't afford a Pokeball right now."

"But a plane ticket to Sinnoh?"

"I'd take out a small loan or… something."

"Why not a boat trip?" Wyatt suddenly perked up after being lost in his thoughts for a few seconds. "It's a lot cheaper, you can enjoy a small ocean vacation before you hike to Sinnoh! Catch a Pokemon or two and battle along the way! You'd be unstoppable once you get to the first gym!"

"Maybe I could but…" Brock really didn't have a reason he couldn't go by boat. Wyatt was right, too, he could hike, raise a team… make some money along the way… "Do you know how much a regular ticket is?"

"Not off the top of my head, silly." Wyatt said, slipping off of his board. He sighed deeply as his body submerged in the warm water.

'Good idea…' Brock thought as he followed suit, shivering in pleasure as he held on.

"God, where are all the waves?" His friend whined, impatiently tapping on his board.

"City boy." Brock chuckled, shaking his head. "C'mon, let's go back to shore, go to the cafe or something."

"Good idea, it's hot as balls out here."

Without further ado, the friends hopped back on their boards, making their way back to shore. Before they left the water for good, Brock splashed some of it on his face, wiping away the sweat, which felt wonderful. A towel was thrown at his face once he got out, making him smile at Wyatt as he dried off. The two were just about to get back in the Jeep when there came a commotion from further along down the beach. Brock frowned, looking at what appeared to be a rather one-sided Pokemon battle; two Cramorants pecking and screeching their names at a poor little Salandit, who was desperately trying to flee from their assault.

"That's nature, man." Wyatt said, shaking his head as he watched on.

"That's fucked, is what it is. HEY!" Brock shouted after he threw his surfboard down and took off running towards the Pokemon.

He made it over as one of the Cramorants was half-finished swallowing Salandit. With a swift kick to the groin, the Salandit was retched up, and the other Cramorant was on him in a matter of seconds. It pecked and scratched at him with fury as the other one recovered. He fell to the ground with a crash and felt the Pokemon pecking at his hands that were defending his face. Brock was just about to call out for help when he felt a large creature run over his chest, smashing into the attacker.

He held his face in his hands for a few more seconds, but when the sounds of an attack came from behind him, Brock looked up and towards it. The two Cramorants were in a battle with each other, pecking, scratching, and yelling their names in their shrill voices. It didn't take long for the two to fly off, bloody from the infighting.

"You're an idiot, you know?" A voice called. Again, a towel was thrown in his face, causing him to sputter and jump in fright.

Brock looked at Wyatt, who had since made his way to the scene. His friend had a dumbfounded look on his face as he squatted down next to the Salandit. Salandit screamed in fright as he tried to poke it, and quickly dashed into Brock's chest, fearfully whimpering as it buried its head on his belly.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It was almost just eaten…" Brock said, frowning. He looked down at the quivering Salandit, gently running a finger over its saliva covered head. "Let's get you dried off… poor thing…"

Brock shook the sand off the towel, reaching down and wiping the mucus and saliva off of its head. The Pokemon looked up at him as he gently took its arms, one by one, and dried them off. He cleaned off its belly, legs, and groin when he noticed the slit the Pokemon had. A sneaking suspicion arose in his mind that this was a female, but without physical proof, it was unlikely. Most Salandits were male, but this one wasn't as scrawny as their counterparts were. With a shake of his head, he ran the towel down the Pokemon's tail, giving its snout a boop before placing it beside him.

"Go on. You're free."

"Salandit?" The Pokemon asked, cocking its head to one side.

"Alright," Brock said, getting up and wiping the sand and salt water off. "Let's get to a changing room or something."

"You're just gonna leave it here?" Wyatt asked, squatting down, but again, before he could touch the Salandit, it dashed towards Brock, climbing up his leg and wrapping itself around his neck.

"Wha-!?" Brock jumped, but instead of recoiling in shock, he calmly took the Salandit and placed it on the sand. "Go, shoo!" He said, motioning with his hands.

The Pokemon frowned, walking on all fours over to him and sitting down on its rear, balancing itself with its tail. Brock raised his eyebrows in silent surprise, looking up at Wyatt.

"I think it likes you~" Wyatt said in a sing-song voice. "Maybe you should… well, you don't have a Pokeball, that's right…"

"And I can't afford one, remember?" Brock replied, looking into the purple half-moons that were Salandit's eyes. It looked so scared, yet comfortable, in his presence. "Well… I guess you don't technically need one…"

"What would be the harm?" Wyatt encouraged, squatting down. This time, Salandit snapped at his finger, almost nipping him.

"Fierce, too." Brock chuckled. He looked down at Salandit, smiling warmly. "You wanna come with me? I'm leaving the island soon, gonna make my way to Sinnoh and become the Pokemon Champion there."

"Salandit!" The Pokemon exclaimed as it launched itself onto his arm, crawling up it and winding around his neck, lazily resting its head on his shoulder.

"I guess that's a yes." Wyatt said, laughing.

"C'mon, let's go." Brock said, taking the Salandit's paws in his hands, gently rubbing the warm, scaly digits.

The three made their way over to the sandboards scattered on the beach, Wyatt showing just how much of a champion he was by carrying both of them. They made their way to the Jeep, where Brock grabbed his change of clothing. Wyatt would be putting the boards up, since, again, Brock didn't know how to work ratchet straps. It worked out in their favor anyway, since, by the time Brock was out of the public shower and changed, he would be done securing the boards, and he could watch them as Wyatt changed.

Brock and Salandit made their way to the shower as Wyatt worked. He set the Pokemon down, placing the bag down next to it.

"Watch this for me, okay?"

The Pokemon nodded, making Brock smile. He walked to the wall of shower nozzles, turning one off and beginning to wash the sand and salt water off. It didn't take long, maybe all of thirty seconds before he turned it off and walked back to the Pokemon, grabbing his bag and making his way to the changing room.

At first, he wanted to leave the Salandit outside, since he had just met it, and didn't exactly want to get naked in front of it, but he remembered that it was a wild Pokemon, so if anyone wanted to catch it, it would be quite easy to do so. He walked into the changing room, locking the door when the Pokemon scuttled in, sitting down near a wall, watching curiously.

Brock, although extremely nervous, didn't have a problem with nudity, at least when he was by himself. He would have preferred leaving the Pokemon outside, but didn't have any concerns with dropping his swim suit and toweling off. Of course he felt the eyes on his groin, and it did scare him a little, but he did have to admit to that little voice in his head that he liked the feeling of being watched. It made his heart race in a way it never had before for a Pokemon, it beat so fast and hard that it almost hurt.

When he was done, he got into a comfortable set of light clothing, bundling the swimsuit with his towel, and opened the door. Before it closed, the Salandit dashed out and up his leg, again coming to rest on his shoulder.

"You like it up here, huh?" He asked, scratching under the Pokemon's black, scaly chin.

"Salan…" It said with a shiver as it leaned into his fingers.

Brock grinned, scratching all the way to the Jeep, smiling at Wyatt as he leaned on the spare tire.

"Enjoy." Brock said, tossing his stuff in the back seat.

"Mmm…" Wyatt grunted, heading to the changing room.

He sat down in the passengers seat, taking Salandit off and placing it on his lap. The Pokemon looked up curiously, smiling.

"So…" Brock started, shrugging. The Pokemon shrugged back, causing him to chuckle. "I'm Brock."

He held out a finger, which the Salandit grabbed. Unable to hold back a grin, Brock shook the Pokemon's hand. The poor creature looked confused, grabbing his other hand's finger and moving it around as well, almost playfully. Brock played along, moving them up and down, left and right and back and forward, giggling like a child as he played with his first Pokemon for the first time.

"This is so cool." He said, trying to withhold his feverish giggling. "You're my first Pokemon, you know that?"

Salandit smiled as it looked up at him. It made Brock's heart melt.

"So," He said, taking his fingers from the Pokemon. "Do you have any questions or anything? I know you can't speak my language, but I'll try my best to understand you."

Salandit gazed up at him with its crescent purple eyes, curiously looking at him as it thought. Not before long, it nodded, looking down and poking his groin before glancing back up.

"O-oh, yeah, I suppose you did see me there." Brock said, blushing and gulping. "That's just my-my dick. I use it to mate with... humans."

Salandit nodded, looking down at it again. Brock watched uncomfortably as the Pokemon prodded it again before poking her own slit, looking up at him curiously.

"You… want me to mate with you?" He asked, eyes a bit wider. Salandit nodded, grinning widely. "Well… um… I… I suppose I could, if you wanted, but… well, not now. Are you a female or something? In heat?" The Pokemon eagerly nodded, looking down and spreading its slit, her slit, with her hands. Brock gulped, blushing heavily as he got a good view of her. "Y-you're… pretty…" He said, scratching her head.

"Salandit!" She cried, again leaning into his hand.

"Hey!" Wyatt was suddenly there, hopping into the Jeep. Brock was glad he hadn't come a few seconds earlier. He again tried to touch Salandit's snout, but again, the Pokemon snapped at him, causing him to cry out in fear.

"I… I think you better stop." Brock said, laughing a bit as he scratched Salandit.

"One day…" Wyatt muttered as he keyed the Jeep to life. "One day I'll boop that snoot."

. . .

Wyatt drove off, honking the horn repeatedly as Brock waved. When his friend left, Brock sighed, turning to his apartment complex. It wasn't an ugly thing, but some of the neighbors could be extremely inconsiderate at times, and it was something he was glad he was leaving behind. The trip home had been short, but he had made up his mind a while ago.

Sinnoh was in his horizons.

"Well, this is it." Brock said, unlocking and opening the door to his apartment. Salandit hopped off of him and scurried out of view, making him chuckle.

He emptied his backpack's wet contents into a hamper he most likely wouldn't be using after this day, and began to pack. During the ride home he had quickly searched the price for tickets to the mainland, and was surprised at just how cheap they were, so surprised that he had bought one that left tomorrow.

Rent wouldn't be a problem; he paid by the month, and had been able to secure the place without a security deposit or anything. The furnishings wouldn't be worth much, most were cheap imports, hell, the most expensive thing he owned was a laptop he'd be taking with him. It had frightened him, at first, just how easy it was for him to just up and leave.

It didn't take long for him to neatly fold and pack the clothing he knew he needed, the toiletries and other such gadgets, hell, it took him around a half hour. Brock sat down on the futon, taking his laptop and going over the itinerary for his journey. The journey to Sinnoh would be almost a straight shot across the Sevii Islands, much unlike Wyatt had thought. That meant no camping, no hiking, no traversing across the continent to get to his destination. If Brock was honest with himself, it filled him with relief.

He knew nothing of camping, hell, it was the biggest reason he hadn't wanted to go. Now, though… now he had no reason to. The ship would drop the guests off at Canalave City, and from there he could make his way to wherever the first gym was. He had plenty of time to figure that out on the boat ride over.

Salandit jumped up and onto his legs, curling up in a ball and almost immediately going to sleep before he could do anything. Brock smiled down at her, gently stroking her soft, black skin. Why was she here? Why did she want to come with him?

"Whatever." He said, ignoring his thoughts and turning back to his laptop as he laid his hand on her warm back.

Brock checked his bank account, an odd, liberating sense of freedom when he saw how much he had. The boat ticket had taken money out of his balance, sure, but now that it wasn't all dedicated to an airplane ticket well…

He looked down at Salandit, wondering if she'd want to be captured. She was, technically, already his, but a Pokeball would make it official.

Nah.

Too much money for something as unnecessary as a Pokeball. As he looked at the screen, he wondered just how much he would spend on the first day in Sinnoh. Camping equipment, food, potions and maybe even a revive or two, it all added up. He wished he didn't worry so much about money, but he was never in the position not to.

Brock took a deep sigh, kneading his tired eyes afterwards, and closed his laptop.

His head hit the pillows with a whump when he fell on them, pulling Salandit close. Within minutes, he was asleep, finally finding the peace of mind in his dreams that reality couldn't offer him, all the while the little Pokemon gently, softly snoring away in his arms.

. . .

Gentle slaps on his cheek were what woke him up.

Brock opened his eyes to the grinning, devious purple eyes of his Pokemon, who said her name a few times, pulling on his shirt to get him up. Yawning, he stretched hard for a long time, grunting once done and grabbing his phone. The time read half past ten, he guessed he had overslept.

"Salandit!" The Pokemon said, tapping on his knee.

"What now?" Brock sluggishly said. Why was his mouth and throat so dry in the mornings?

The Salandit said her name a couple of times before pointing to his groin. Brock nodded, sighing a bit, before moving to hide himself.

"It's just morning wood, Salandit." He said, shrugging. "Happens to humans every day."

"Salan!" She said, pointing to it.

"Yup, yup I know." He responded, nodding. Sleep was rubbed out of his eyes as he rubbed Salandit's head. "Nothing I can do about it. C'mon, let's get some food."

He got up, hiding the bulge in the folds of his loose basketball shorts, it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, but he just felt awkward and bad whenever he exposed himself like this to her.

Let's see here…

Cereal or oatmeal? Neither one seemed appealing, if he was honest with himself, but going to a cafe was out of the question. He wouldn't have minded going to one if the price of a cup of coffee wasn't eight or so dollars. Oatmeal would have to suffice until they got on the boat, he guessed.

After the meal they shared, Brock walked back to the futon, getting his laptop and opening up his email. Surely enough, the ticket for the boat was there. He clicked on the link to the website as Salandit crawled up and made his neck her home.

Accommodations were nice; they fed you, gave you a nice looking cabin, and there was even a pool on the deck for the guests to enjoy. It wasn't like a cruise liner, more of a large ferry with a place to eat and sleep. Clicking back to his email, Brock checked the time he was supposed to leave: Twelve-thirty.

He had a few hours to kill, might as well spend them donating or selling his stuff to people he knew.

. . .

With the heavy backpack strapped tightly against his chest, Brock gazed in wonder at the ship. The website hadn't done the vessel justice; it was gigantic, looking more like a cruise liner more than a ferry. He had to triple check he was at the right port as he walked up the ramp to the innards of the boat. There was a bit of a line, but nothing too bad. Salandit gave him more than enough company.

"Ticket, please." Someone that looked as old as him asked. Brock handed the ticket over, one human plus Pokemon. He stamped it, handing it back, but held his hand up. "You have a Pokeball for him?"

"I… I don't? I just got her yesterday, no time to get one." Brock said, reflexively reaching up and grabbing Salandit's hand.

"Look, if it were up to me, I'd let 'ya up, but rules are you need a Pokeball if you want to board." The man said, handing the ticket back.

"But the ship leaves now?" Brock questioned. "Can't you make an exception?"

"Sorry." He shrugged. "There's a Pokemart close by, just go run in and get one."

"I… I don't think I can afford one." Brock said, blushing in embarrassment. "I'm trying to get to Sinnoh, start my life, y'know?"

"I do, but…" Another shrug. "Rules are rules."

"Oh, leave the poor boy alone!" Someone behind Brock called.

He turned around, looking at a short, old, bald man with an impressively long goatee. There was a typical, ugly tourist shirt on his sweaty body, khaki shorts, and flip-flops that indeed flipped and flopped as he made his way up the ramp. He rustled in his bag for a few seconds as the boat worker stammered some kind of response out, and smiled when he found what he was looking for.

"Aha!" He said, holding up bright pink Pokeball, a heart above the release mechanism. "Here, take this my boy." He held the ball out, a wide smile twitching on his face.

"I'll just… I'll go get one, really…"

"Oh, stop being so modest and take it." The man said, nearly shoving it in his arms. "I have a million of these things and I don't appreciate false modesty."

"O-oh, okay…" Brock responded, taking the Pokeball. "Thank you? This is… it means a lot to me."

"Well? Go on!" He said, waving his arms. "Capture the nice lady so we can get on the boat!"

"O- yeah!" Brock nodded, looking over at Salandit. She looked between him and the Pokeball before giving a small nod. He grinned and touched the ball to her snout, not willing to admit the weight off his shoulders felt quite good.

The Pokeball shook in his hand a few times before clicking shut with an audible snap. Brock couldn't withhold a grin as he held the ball up to the attendant, shaking it a bit. He nodded towards a staircase, taking his ticket back. Brock waited by the staircase to thank the man again, looking at the Pokeball, absolutely entranced by its suitable beauty.

"Kinda pretty, ain't it?" The old man said, grinning as he walked over to Brock. "It's called a 'Love Ball,' pretty nifty gadget."

"Isn't it like a regular Poke Ball?"

"Oh, heavens, no!" He said, laughing. "It strengthens the uh… bond... between a female Pokemon and a Male trainer, or the other way around."

"Good thing it's a 'she,' then!" Brock said, grinning. "Anyway, I just wanted to-"

"If you want to thank me, son, just carry my bags up these stairs." He said, grinning. "You've said your thanks, but I've always believed that actions speak louder than words so…?" He set the bags down in front of Brock.

"O-oh! Of course, Mr…?"

"Just call me Levi." He said, holding out a hand Brock shook.

"Okay, Levi. I'm Brock." Brock introduced himself by hefting Levi's bags up, beginning to walk up the stairs. Levi must not have been joking when he said he had a million of these… Love Balls in his luggage. Sure felt like it.

When they got up the stairs, Brock could feel the sweat forming an embarrassing 'V' shape on his back, and he couldn't say that he wasn't relieved when he saw a small luggage cart he could put the bags in. Levi joined him a few seconds later and Brock was secretly glad to see that he was out of breath and sweating as well.

"Well?" Levi said, leaning on the cart. "Let's see her!"

Brock smiled at the request, wiping sweat off his forehead before pressing the button to let her out of the Pokeball. That unfamiliar, odd red light formed her body, dispersing in a second or two, and, just like that, Brock was a bonafide Pokemon Trainer.

Salandit called her name as she looked around, but when she spotted Brock, she instantly rushed towards him, dashing up his leg and around his shoulder. It made him laugh as he gently scratched her chin.

"Salandit, this is Levi." Brock introduced, pointing towards the old man. "Levi, Salandit."

"Well, aren't you just the cutest thing?" Levi said, getting close and scratching under her chin. Brock was a bit worried she'd try to snip at him, but she either understood what he had done for them, or Levi was really good with Pokemon. Either way, he felt her toes curl on his neck as he scratched. "Well Brock, I wish you good luck! Enjoy the Poke Ball!"

With that, Levi was off, tugging the cart behind him before Brock could shake his hand. He called a goodbye after him, to which the man flung up a hand to. With that, they were alone.

Well, as alone as you could be on a boat like this.

"Brand new Pokeball, huh?" Brock teased, looking up at Salandit as he showed the pink ball off.

"Salandit…" She called in an unusually sultry sounding voice.

"You okay?" He asked, frowning in confusion. Salandit nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. "Okay? Well… let's see what the ticket says… 4H… so floor four, room H. Alright, we got this, Brock…"

If he was honest with himself, Brock was kind of nervous. What he was doing was crazy, awesome, and insane at the same time. Leaving his life, his job, his apartment and friends. Now he was trying to find his cabin on this crazy-ass ship, no income, no friends, no permanent place to live.

At least he had Salandit. The clothing on his back and in his backpack. The meager funds in his bank account.

He'd never been on a ship this big before, but it was surprisingly easy to find where his floor was; he just climbed stairs until he found floor four, and made his way down the hallway until 4H was on one of the doors. It reminded him of his apartment, in a way, but much better looking.

He slid the keycard down and opened the door, taking in a deep breath of the room. It smelled like a hotel would, which was a nice change of pace from what he had smelled in the apartment complex. The room itself was decently big, big enough for a queen sized bed, two bedside tables, a desk next to a dresser, a closet, as well as a bathroom, complete with tiny shampoo and conditioner bottles he'd definitely steal when he left.

With a grunt, he took the backpack off, throwing himself on the comfortable bed. How did something this awesome cost so little? The ticket had been around three hundred dollars, unlike a plane ticket, which would have easily been twice that amount. Here he got a nice room, meals, even a shower that worked.

Wait…

Brock jumped up, quickly walking next to the shower and cranking on the water. It was cold for a few seconds, but warmed up to blisteringly hot within a few moments. A wide smile stretched across his face; hot water had always been an issue in his apartment. Most of the time it just produced lukewarm water, but he always wanted heat, heat, and more heat.

"What's the point of hot water showers on a tropical island?" The apartment handyman had said to him when he had called. Needless to say, this would be the first hot shower Brock would have in a long time now.

Come to think of it…

Brock sniffed himself and recoiled, his own stench getting to him. He left the water running, walking back into the main room and sitting down. Salandit crawled over to his lap, but he picked her up and placed her beside him.

"Gonna take a shower." He said as he nervously stripped. "W-wanna join?"

Salandit cocked her head to the side, watching him, almost drooling as he got undressed. Brock snapped his fingers a couple of times before motioning towards the shower. Salandit nodded, getting up and scurrying over to the room. Brock chuckled as he watched her go, removing his underwear and tossing them in the pile of clothing he had made.

He didn't know exactly how or when Salandit would want it, want him. It wasn't a taboo or weird thing, he reasoned with himself. Salandit was interested in him. He wanted her to fuck him. It seemed as if the two had something in common; a need to feel the relief of an orgasm or two.

Or three.

Just thinking about what the Pokemon could do to him made him stiff. Brock looked down, a warm feeling sputtering in his chest. Personally, he believed his dick was perfect; a darker, healthy shade of tan until an inch and a half below his tip. From there onward, it got much pinker until one reached his tip, absent of any foreskin. And inches he had, measuring in at seven of them; Brock had realized early on in the school locker room that he had it good.

His heart was a beating drum as he walked into the bathroom, turning the water down just a little before stepping in. He still had skin, after all. Salandit was lounging in the heat and humidity, seemingly at home, however. She opened her eyes when she saw him step in the shower and moved to climb up him, but the water made his skin slick, and she slid down his leg.

Brock laughed a bit, the nervousness slowly going away as she tried again and again. No, it wasn't weird that he was naked in front of her, hell, she was naked in front of him all the time! It wasn't sexual or erotic, just… natural.

'It's just natural…' Brock thought, calming himself as he picked her up, placing her on his shoulders.

"Might not be the best place to be, try to hold on." Brock said as he scrubbed his body clean with the provided soap. No point in using his own.

Salandit was able to hold on quite well, only slipping off of him once, and that was when he washed his hair. When Brock was done cleaning himself, he sat down, crossing his legs and pulling Salandit off.

"Wanna wash off? You smell kinda funky." He said, grinning and holding the bar of soap up.

Salandit nodded, walking up his legs and sitting on his groin, right on his member. Brock gulped as he felt his weight push against his length, but she seemed oblivious to his discomfort. After a while of not moving, Salandit looked up, her eyeridges raised.

"S-sorry, let's get you washed." Brock said, beginning to rub the soap over her wonderfully soft skin, a slight shiver running through his body. He wasn't used to this pressure, wasn't used to skin-on-skin contact like this.

He washed her arms, nervously thinking of how they could be used, washing off her snout, thinking of how hard she could suck. Her legs, how long could she jump on his cock? How would that belly feel when pressed against his? Could her tail wind around him and jerk him off?

"Salandit?" She called, pushing herself up on his belly.

Brock took a sharp breath in as his cock sprung up, hitting her on her groin. With a hard gulp he met her eyes, but was surprised to only see a grin.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" He repeated time and time again, trying to pick her up, but she just kept slipping out of his soapy hands. Salandit landed on his cock and smacked his hands away. She was pretty much straddling the thing.

"Salandit!" She angrily said. She wanted him to stop.

Even though he was shivering, even though everything told him not to do this, he obeyed her. Salandit, finally getting her prize, grabbed his large tip with her hands, barely able to wrap them around it. His member was much bigger in comparison to her size than Brock had realized.

With her legs splayed across his length, it came up to the opening of the small black marking on her skin. Brock held his breath as her hands worked down his shaft, wrapping around them and pulling upwards. Salandit knew just how to make him moan, despite barely knowing him. She ran her small hands up and down his length, tickling and grabbing areas, pulling them up and down as fast as she could. Brock began to squirm, his toes clenching and unclenching as she worked his length in her small hands like it was nothing at all.

He was unbelievably hard, as well. Painfully hard, almost. Every time she grabbed as far down as she could and pulled upward, she was rewarded with a hard throb or a curse from her trainer. Brock leaned back on the tub, moaning and squirming in her grasp. He stopped tensing up as much, just relaxed and enjoyed this more than he knew.

Brock blushed hard, grunting as quietly, shamefully, as he could, causing Salandit to cry her name in surprise as she was shot in the chin with a small rope of cum. Lasting long had never been his stong suit and now, well, fuck if he could last more than a few minutes. She kept jerking him off, milking him for all he was worth, getting a few more decent ropes of his seed before he stopped.

"Salan…" She said, looking back at him. She looked disappointed.

"Sorry, its… its been a while." Brock said, blushing and covering his face.

Salandit shrugged, turning back to his shrinking member and washing the sticky white cum off of her. She stayed on him for a bit, looking and occasionally touching his member. If Brock hadn't been so obsessed with beating himself up, he would have stayed in the shower for hours, but as it was…

He couldn't bear showing himself to her anymore.

"C'mon," Brock said, getting up and putting Salandit down.

He turned the shower off, quickly stepping out and drying off as Salandit crawled out. Why did he cum so fast? Why couldn't he have held it for just a few more minutes? Was there something wrong with him? He was dry soon, smelling good, and had comfortable clothing on, yet he was still burning with shame. He didn't even realize that Salandit was still soaking wet until she poked her head out of the bathroom, calling her name twice.

"O-oh!" Brock said, getting off the bed, walking over to her with a towel. He scooped her up, bundling her up in the towel and made his way back to the bed, drying her off for the second time this week.

When he was done, he threw the towel in the bundle of clothing that was forming in the corner of the cabin and leaned back on the bed. Salandit scurried on his lap, looking up at him.

"I'm uh…" He blushed. "Sorry. Again."

"Salan?" Salandit asked, pressing on his bulge.

"It… I don't normally… happen that fast." She nodded, looking back down at him. After a few moments, she shrugged, looking up and smiling. Brock smiled back and scratched her as she curled up in his lap. "Thank you, though. That's the best I've felt in a long time."

"Salandit…" She sleepily said.

If Brock was honest with himself, he himself felt a bit tired.

. . .

When he woke up, the sun was gone, it had departed well off into the horizon. It was dark in the room, all he could see was the red digital clock on the nightstand next to him. It was seven-thirty-two.

"Hey, Salandit…" He said, shaking the lump on his lap.

"Sa?" She yawned, smacking her jaws.

"Wanna go get something to eat?"

"Sa…" She murmured, getting off of him.

Brock turned on the light on the table, which flooded the room with bright, tan light. He stretched a bit before he got up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Wait, what?!" He said, frightened as he looked at the clock.

Seven-thirty-four.

He had slept for close to seven hours. What. The.

"Fuck." He finished his thought, shaking his head. How was… how was he that tired?

"Salandit?" She asked, looking at him from the door.

"Just… just slept a lot longer than I thought we did." Brock said, shaking his head and walking towards her. Before they left, Salandit crawled up on his shoulder. "Let's just get some food. Maybe a pound of melatonin gummies."

There was a map Brock had snatched from below the television, which showed exactly where he should go for food. The main dining hall. It wasn't difficult to navigate to the hall, but before they could walk through the doors, an arm was in front of him, all of a sudden. He stopped, instinctually frowning, and a smug looking woman stepped in front of him.

She wasn't much of a woman, no, she more resembled a girl the more he looked at her. Her breasts were more of a cutting board than anything else, her hair was short and had pink highlights streaking through it, and the overall way in which she was dressed just screamed spoiled brat.

"You! Battle me!" She said, holding out a PokeBall.

"Eh… what?" Brock said, an incredulous look on his face.

"You have a Pokemon, I have a Pokemon! We battle, it's what we do!"

"We?"

"Pokemon Trainers, idiot!" She said, giggling.

"Trai…" Brock looked back at Salandit, realizing his new title. He was, in fact, a Pokemon trainer. "Y-yeah, I guess we could. I just don't have any potions or anything, is there like… a health station anywhere?"

"You'll have to battle me to find out!" The youngster cried out, tossing a Pokeball. "Go, Lilligant!"

Brock watched as a rather large, yet manageable Pokemon materialized out of the red haze. It was an odd plant looking Pokemon with a large red sprouting flower on her head, wearing what looked like a dress of leafs, its eyes as red as the flower on its head.

"Um…" He looked over at Salandit. The Pokemon rolled her eyes before jumping to the ground, menacingly getting on all fours, growling her name. Before they began, Brock took his phone out, quickly looking up the stats and whatnot of Salandit. She had quite the arsenal.

"Lilligant, use Synthesis!" The girl cried.

Brock was ready to watch his Pokemon take damage for the first time, but as the Lilligant glowed, singing her name sweetly, nothing happened. She said her name one more time, a shrill, well rested tone to it, and swayed back and forth. That was it.

"Um… hello? Genius? It's your turn!" The trainer called.

"Really? That was your move though?" Brock called in disbelief. "O-okay? Eh… Salandit use um… eh… Poison Fang?"

"Salandit!" She cried, dashing over to the Lilligant, biting the flower bud on her head and holding on tight as it shrieked its name. After a few more seconds of snarls and bites, Salandit kicked itself off of Lilligant, scurrying back to a few feet in front of Brock. Lilligant looked a bit woozy, and clear fluid was running from its flower. Brock could only assume it was what it had for blood.

"Lilligant, use…" The girl built it up, as if it was a game or something. "Use Synthesis!"

"Lilli…" The poor Pokemon said, suddenly alight with the shimmering light Brock assumed was the move. The shining dulled after a few seconds, and the Pokemon was swaying happily again, the wound closed, but she did look a little pale.

"O...kay?" Brock said, looking at Salandit. "Poison Fang."

Again, the Salandit raced towards the cowering Lilligant clenching tight on its flower, biting down again and again as the poor creature shrieked in pain. Brock felt bad for it, wanting to stop the fight, but… wasn't this what it meant to be a Pokemon trainer? Before Salandit was finished with Lilligant, it collapsed backwards, its face whiter than its usual cream complexion. Salandit hopped off of it, racing back towards Brock, who was almost in tears. It had been so brutal, so harsh…

He looked up at the girl, but saw nothing on her face. No anger, fear, sadness or disappointment. Just that same smile she had when she first challenged him.

"A critical hit!" The trainer suddenly said, recalling Lilligant. "Go, Vespiquen! Use Fury Swipes!"

Before Brock could even think about what the move meant, the large insectoid Pokemon flew towards Salandit, swiping across the Pokemon's back with the two claws on the front of her arms. Salandit recoiled in pain, dashing away, but Vespiquen followed her, slashing hard at wherever she was. She hit the walls, the floors, even a light, leaving deep gashes and breaking the light. As glass shattered around them, Vespiquen was able to get one more good swipe on Salandit, who cried her name in pain.

It hurt to hear his Pokemon suffering so, but Brock was happy to see her come back. Vespiquen returned to the youngster, patiently awaiting the next attack. It was Brock's turn.

"Motherfucker…" Brock cursed, blushing as he looked around. There was quite a crowd around them, but nobody stepped in, not even the boat security. He looked back at his phone, seeing a move called, 'Incinerate,' that sounded terrifying. Vespiquen was also a bug type, and he knew off the top of his head they were weak to fire, so… "Salandit, Incinerate!"

Salandit reared back, standing on her hind legs and balancing with her tail as her maw lit up with a bright orange glow. Brock watched in astonishment as the ball of flame grew in her mouth until it enveloped her snout. With a cry of her name, Salandit launched the ball and it went flying across the make-shift arena, hitting Vespiquen square in its weird bug chest. The Pokemon cried in pain as a large scorch mark was left on its chest, clutching it.

"Hmm… Vespiquen, use Fell Stinger!" The youngster cried, pointing at Salandit.

"Vespiq!" She said, rearing back.

It was over in a second; a small, almost invisible projectile flew through the air and dug itself right into Salandit's snout, causing her to cry out and claw at it. It came out rather easily, but it still looked like it had to hurt.

"Salandit, use Incinerate again!" Brock said, believing that this would, for sure, knock the Pokemon out.

He was shocked when it didn't. The Vespiquen looked like it was barely clinging onto life, but it was still ready to fight.

"Hmm…" The youngster said, rubbing her chin. "I use a Hyper Potion!"

With an unreal speed, she took an odd pink bottle out and spritzed the contents all over the Pokemon. The char on her flesh fell off as it repaired itself, and when all was said and done, it looked like another Vespiquen had come out of the woodworks.

"Um… Incinerate?" Brock said after a few seconds of silence.

That Hyper Potion hadn't been the last one the youngster had used, however. Every time Salandit got the Vespiquen down to nearly fainting, the lady used another one, time and time again. After nearly twenty minutes of battling, Brock had had enough.

"Stop!" He cried out, frowning. At this point, most of the spectators had left, seemingly bored of this rather dangerous charade.

"Do you surrender?!" The youngster said, a beaming smile on her face.

"What? No!" Brock replied, frowning harder. Was she serious? "You're not making any headway, none at all! All you're doing is wasting your Hyper Potions!"

"Uh… Yeah? It's called, 'strategy,' ever heard of it?" She sarcastically called.

"You know what? Fine. Fine! Use Incinerate, yet again!" Brock yelled, throwing his hands up in anger.

"Salandit!" She suddenly cried.

Brock looked down, confused a bit. She sounded a lot more aggressive than she had before, much more so. He watched on, a bit curious, as flames enveloped her maw again. This time, however, it didn't stop at her maw. Flames enveloped her, surrounded the spot she was on, and a good two or three feet in any direction. They took on a violent, purple hue, blazing just as strong.

"Salazzle!" A deeper, feminine voice came from the flames, and with that, they were launched forward, enveloping the Vespiquen, leaving a taller, more curvy Salandit. She squatted down, leaving one hand on the ground, ready to charge, but it was all over for Vespiquen. The Pokemon couldn't have recovered from that, even with a hundred Hyper Potions.

Brock watched this new Pokemon rise up to its full height, maybe four and a half feet? She was pretty tall for a Pokemon that was barely up to his shins not a minute or two ago. She turned around, smiling broadly at him.

"Salazzle!" She exclaimed, running and hugging his waist.

"W-woah!" Brock exclaimed as he shoved her off. "W-wai-wait a second…"

He held the Pokemon at arms length as he looked her over. This wasn't Salandit anymore, no, this was something completely different. She was taller, had oddly beautiful, pink markings on her chest that ran down to her groin, and no longer did she crawl on all fours, walking upright like a human would.

Was this still the same Salandit?

"Here, take this." A voice interrupted his thoughts as a wad of money was held out.

Brock snapped out of his observations and looked down at the youngster as she held the cash out.

"Wh… why?"

"You won the battle, moron." She said, turning her nose up as she flicked the money in her hand. "Pokemon Trainers who lose are supposed to give the winner some cash."

"Erm… o-okay?" Brock said, taking the fat stack of bills in his hand. "Thank you?"

"Freak." The youngster muttered as she walked away.

Brock looked down at the cash before stuffing it in his pocket and glancing back up at Salazzle. She was standing upright, grabbing an elbow with the opposite hand, looking down, seemingly embarrassed. After rubbing his eyes, Brock walked over to her, poking her shoulder. Salazzle recoiled a bit before looking up, a twinge of nervousness on her face.

"You… you're Salandit, right?"

"Salazzle!" She cried, frowning and pointing to her chest.

"But you were Salandit?"

She nodded, again pointing to herself. It suddenly clicked in Brock's head that she had evolved, and he could barely withhold his shouts of joy as he pulled the Pokemon into a deep, loving embrace. Her arms pulled him tight as she buried her snout in his chest, saying her name over and over again.

"Well," Brock said, chuckling. "I guess my shoulders are off limits, huh?"

Salazzle grinned before nodding and pulling him into another hug. Brock would have been satisfied with just standing there and embracing his new Pokemon until the night was over, but a sharp pain in his stomach, followed by a loud growl got his attention.

"Oh, jeez…" Brock said, grunting as he rubbed his stomach. "I guess we never did eat, huh?"

Salazzle shook her head and let him go, taking him by the hand and bringing him into the main dining hall. Luckily, nobody else challenged him or got in his way, and the two were sitting down, eating a delicious meal within minutes. Brock couldn't tear his eyes away from Salazzle as the two ate. Even though, up until a few minutes ago, she had walked on all fours, she was an incredibly fast learner, being able to easily use her digits to rip and tear into the food in front of her. She didn't have a problem walking or balancing, which Brock found odd.

He didn't know if he'd be able to walk like her if he was in her situation as easily as she was.

When the two finished their food, Brock hailed a waiter, pulling out the wad of cash he had won from the trainer. His eyes bulged when he saw just how much the mere child had given her; somewhere close to five-hundred dollars. All he could do was look at two weeks worth of what his job paid him, wondering if it was really there. The only thing that got him to look up was the waiter clearing his throat, a bill in hand.

Brock apologized, taking it and paying. The meal, which had been twenty dollars, had scared him when he ordered it, as he forgot about the money in his pocket. Now, though…

He left a twenty on the table, as well as another for the waiter, leaving the dining hall shortly afterwards. The two of them took in the beautiful sight of the moon's reflection on the cold, salty water of the ocean as they slowly made their way back to the room. Brock wondered just how much money was in his future as a Pokemon Trainer. His chest tingled with anticipation and wonder as he thought about it until he couldn't hold the chuckling back.

Salazzle looked over at him like he was insane, putting a nervous hand on his shoulder to make sure he was okay. Brock started to laugh, looking up at her with glee and pulling her into another hug, jumping up and down. No longer would money be a problem, not if every trainer gave him half a grand to work with! It was the biggest load off his shoulders that he had ever gotten off, so much so, in fact, that Brock felt ten, even twenty pounds lighter.

"Holy shit!" He cried as he laughed, throwing himself on the messy cabin bed. Salazzle shut the door behind him, making her way over to the bed and sitting down beside him. Brock's manic chuckling eventually died down as he looked at her calm smile. He smiled back, rubbing her arm. "This changes…" he pulled out the wad of cash, then, "this changes everything! Everything!"

"Salaz?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.

"Don't you see, 'ya silly Pokemon?" Brock said, pulling himself onto his knees. "We got this from one battle," He fanned the cash out in front of her, "One. Battle." Salazzle looked at him like he was overreacting, shaking her head and smiling. "Fuck, this is amazing!"

Salazzle nodded, putting a hand under Brock's chin which quickly shut him up. He looked up at her, meeting her sultry, narrow, purple eyes, giving a small smile. Salazzle pulled him forward, giving his lips a long, slow lick before pressing her snout against his mouth. Brock's eyes grew wide as he kissed her back, chuckling deep in his belly before he closed them, getting more into the kissing, awkward as it was. He felt her hands on the back of his head, pulling him inside her as the two fell back on the mattress.

Since Salazzle didn't have lips like he did, Brock tried to kiss wherever he could, her neck, under her mouth, her cheeks, anything. Salazzle, in turn, just nuzzled him, moaning her name softly as he worked around her. While they kissed, Brock could feel himself getting unreasonably hard, the faint smell of… something… in the air. His length pressed hard against his jeans, pulsing and throbbing, begging to be released. Salazzle rubbed her groin up and down his bulging member, teasing him as she nuzzled him.

When Brock went to undo his belt, he felt his hands get slapped away and firmly grabbed. He let Salazzle lead his hands up to his head, pressing them down and giving him a firm look. With that, she went down to the tent between his legs, grabbing it and squeezing tightly. Brock grunted softly as she felt him up, massaging and poking his bulge, almost as if she was teasing him.

His heart skipped a beat when he felt he undo his belt, the button to his jeans, the zipper… slowly pulling his jeans down his legs, taking them off and tossing them on the floor. Salazzle moved back to his erection, seeing a dark wet spot at the top of the tent of underwear. Brock must have been much more excited than he thought, but…

What was that smell?

Any thoughts of it went away as Salazzle wrapped a hand around the hilt of his throbbing length, squeezing hard and pulling upwards. Brock shuddered as she began to jerk him off through his underwear, that wet spot only growing bigger and bigger as she pulled the precum from him. Up and down she went, leaning on her free hand and looking at him as she jerked him off, an almost amused look on her face.

Brock began to squirm a bit, but any time he moved a hand down to free his cock from her slow, wonderful embrace, it was slapped away, slapped away hard. He muttered to himself, beginning to gently pinch his nipples as he squirmed, however his hands were quickly slapped away. With a frown, Brock looked down only to see Salazzle reach up with her free hand, harshly pinching him.

"F-fuck!" He moaned, bucking into her hand as she squeezed him, biting his lip. This would be the second time she would bring him to an orgasm with just her hands. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum…" Brock whimpered, squirming as he felt that wonderful-

Her hand wrapped tight around the base of his cock, squeezing freakishly hard, and the squeezing, pinching fingers went away. He bucked his hips a few more times, his rod pulsing harder and harder, but nothing flew out, nothing made his underwear wetter than they already were.

When he finally settled down, he opened his eyes and saw Salazzle grinning, a humorous look in her purple eyes. She quickly resumed rubbing him off, pinching and squeezing him, that spot on his underwear growing darker and bigger as time went on. His member begged for release, and he couldn't stop bucking his hips, they instinctively bucked into Salazzle's hand, she even had to stop for a few seconds at one point, pressing his groin down onto the bed.

Salazzle rubbed under his tip with her thumb, beginning to stroke him off with her other one in a circular motion. Brock whimpered, shaking his head as, again, the urge to cum the strongest thing he felt.

"Please… please, Salazzle…" Brock whined, looking over at her. She looked up, continuing to rub him, eyeridges raised. "L-let me cum, please! I'm so c-close…"

"Salazzle!" She harshly said, again grabbing the hilt of his member and holding tight, holding firm.

He didn't cum.

He looked down, seeing Salazzle yawning as she looked at him. Was she bored? She certainly seemed bored. Salazzle took her hand off of Brock's cock, a strand of precum coming up with it that she licked off as he breathed a sigh of disappointment filled relief. She wiped her hand off on his leg before hooking her fingers under the band of his underwear, pulling them down, off of his legs with one quick motion. Brock grunted as he felt his cock spring up, wet with his own fluids and throbbing hard.

Again, she reached down, thumbing below his tip. Was this what he was doomed to? A Pokemon obsessed with hand jobs and edging? Brock almost thought about getting other Pokemon he could actually fuck when he felt a warm, wet tongue slide up his member. He yelped in surprise, almost busting his load right and there, but Salazzle squeezed him hard, making sure he didn't. He grunted in pain, trying to shoot his load as hard as he could, but nothing happened, nothing at all.

When he finally recovered, Brock looked at Salazzle, nodding, trying to hide the disappointment he was sure his eyes held. Salazzle grinned and went back down on his length, beginning to suckle on it once she reached his groin. It wasn't surprising that she was able to; her snout was pretty long, but it shocked Brock nevertheless. Nobody had been able to take him in that fast, so of course his hands rocketed towards her head, wanting, no, needing to push her down further, harder.

Like the times before when he tried to take control, however, they were swatted away. He looked down, seeing his Pokemon menacingly looking at him. Salazzle hissed her name before she looked back down at him, opening wide, and diving down. Brock moaned as she began to suck on him, her tongue licking the belly of his member in a zig-zag pattern every time she went up or down him. Every few seconds he would move down to push on her, but had to stop himself as she noisily sucked on him.

Any time Brock was about to cum, every time he was about to shoot what he knew would be close to a gallon of his seed inside of her warm mouth, Salazzle somehow knew, grabbing his hilt and squeezing hard. And every time he would be left with an explosively unfulfilled desire. It hurt his soul each time she didn't let him cum.

One time, Salazzle was really laying it on hard. She wasn't sucking his entire length, just his tip and maybe an inch or two below, but slowly beating him off in that circular motion as she pulled up, fingering his ball sack with her other hand, clenching and unclenching for seconds at a time. Her tongue was swirling around his tip as she sucked, making Brock suck in air as he trembled under her handiwork. He murmured something about cum, holding his breath and screwing his eyes tight. She was letting him cum! Finally!

He was just about to shoot his first rope when she quickly, roughly squeezed him with both hands, pulling off of his throbbing member as she choked the life out of it. Brock cried out in agony, looking down at her. Even though she had stopped his orgasm, a small bead of cum ran out and down his cock, followed by another, and another.

Was this it?

Was this his reward? Brock flew down to his trembling, pulsating mast, but Salazzle snapped at him, biting his hand and screaming her name. As much as Brock wanted to, he resisted the urge to slap the shit out of Salazzle.

"Please," He begged, looking down at the Pokemon. "Please, I need to… so bad…"

"Sala." She shook her head, giving one last good squeeze before letting go of his member.

Salazzle made her way on the bed, cuddling up beside him, giving his sweaty neck a small lick. The two of them watched as his sticky, wet length throbbed for a few minutes, slowly growing smaller and smaller. Brock was a little dismayed, but didn't dare touch himself. Not with Salazzle so close to his neck.

When he was completely flaccid, Salazzle said her name, getting off of him and moving down to his groin. Brock frowned, unknowingly pouting as she grinned, picking his limp length up with two fingers, squishing his wet tip a couple of times between them. She gave the underbelly a soft lick before pulling him inside of her mouth, sucking on him like he was an udder, making Brock gasp in bliss.

Again, there came that stench. What the fuck was it?

He couldn't muster up coherent thoughts after a few seconds, however. She worked his erect mast in her mouth for a bit, until it was hard as a diamond, and pulled off. Salazzle gave him one last lick before getting up, crawling up to his belly and straddling him, giving a long, tender lick up his chest, circling around his nipples and giving them a small suck before making her way to his mouth. She drove her tongue into him, giving him a taste of what she was sucking on before pulling out, smiling as she looked down at him.

Salazzle turned around, showing off her plump, delicious looking rear, but before Brock could do anything, she scooted down to his throbbing prick. He held his breath as he felt a hand grab it, leading it to something between her legs. With a gentle call of her name, Salazzle sunk down on his length, groaning her name as he filled her up. Brock tensed up as he felt her warmth wrapped around his cock, stretching her tight pussy out. She wasted no time as she began to jump on him, her tail wrapping around his waist from the pleasure.

Brock wanted to grab her waist so bad, so, so bad, but he didn't. He was a good little trainer and kept his hands off as loud plaps filled the room each time Salazzle's groin collided with his own. He couldn't stop his groaning as she rode him, his wet dick squelching in and out of her warm, freakishly warm, tightness. It suddenly dawned on him that Salazzle was part fire type, so no wonder it felt so hot inside of her.

Every time she went up him, Salazzle squeezed hard, almost milking his member with each lift. She knew just how close Brock was to ejaculating, but he was just… so wonderfully big. She considered just allowing him to let it all out, but wanted to ride him until she satisfied her own gigantic itch, she was already so, so close…

Salazzle snapped out of it when she felt Brock grab her waist. She hissed her name, jumping off of his length and quickly turning around, whipping his hands with her tail. Brock yelped in pain, holding his injured hands close to his chest, looking up at her with a guilty expression on his face.

"Salazzle!" She angrily cried. Only when she let him, would he cum, would he put his hands on her. If the shower they took together taught her anything, it was that she needed to take control of when and where he could climax.

"Sorry, sorry." Brock stammered out, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Sala!" She commanded, pushing him upwards.

Brock followed what she wanted, sitting up and against the headboard, splaying his legs wide. Salazzle frowned, turning around again and positioning herself, but before she sat down on him, before she penetrated herself with his length, Salazzle wrapped her tail around his neck, squeezing somewhat tightly. Enough for Brock to know that she was serious, that she wasn't playing any more games.

Salazzle uttered her name in joy as she felt his slick length easily part her slit, pushing deep, so wonderfully deep inside of her. He easily filled her up, with an inch or so to spare, even, and she took advantage of that, leaning back against his sweaty body as she began to jump up and down on that wonderful member. Salazzle closed her eyes as she made the human hers, wishing she had gone with a human a long time ago as she rode him.

His large tip that pushed her walls apart. The girth that stretched her out. The cute moans and choked cries of the man. Salazzle, even though thoroughly wet when she went down on him, wouldn't have even needed her own wetness. He produced enough for the both of them.

And there it was.

Salazzle shivered as she pressed hard against his throbbing cock, squeezing his neck a bit tighter. That spare inch or so had rubbed against something that made her gasp her name; it was easily ten times better than riding him when it had connected. She sunk down even further, her snout quivering as a tingling sensation began to make its way all over her body.

As she rode his hilt, it spread to her toes, her fingers, the tip of her snout and the tip of her tail, sending small jolts of pleasurable lightning reverberating all throughout her body. She sped up, wrapping her tail even tighter around his throat, feeling so fucking close to an orgasm. Right there…

Oh fuck…

Salazzle screamed her name louder than she had ever done before as her groin exploded in bliss, everything tensing up as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed against her, showering her with the warm, tingling waters of an orgasm. As she went through this unique heaven, she could faintly feel hands on her tail, but paid them no mind. She was a million miles away, her body tingling as she gasped for air, saying her name whenever she could.

A few rough shoves brought her back to reality. Salazzle was finished, anyway, but was still a little angry. She whipped around, seeing her trainer's face taking a deep shade of blue as she choked him. He was grabbing at his neck, trying to get her tail off of him, and she quickly unwound herself, worriedly saying her name over and over again, but Brock was having none of it.

He got off the bed and leaned on the dresser, hand on his throat as he coughed, gasping in the air he so desperately needed. After a minute or so and one final cough, he looked back at Salazzle, who was kneeling on the bed, looking nervously at him.

Could he even blame her?

Of course he could, she was the one who almost choked him to death! But the more he thought about it, rubbing his tender, sweaty neck, the more he realized it was his fault. If he hadn't touched her so much, there wouldn't have been a reason for her to wrap her tail around his throat.

"Not c-" He coughed a bit, rubbing his sore throat. "Not cool."

"Sal…" She said, looking down.

"Way too hard. And what the fuck is that smell?" Brock said, taking a big whiff.

It wasn't a gas leak or something like that. It wasn't the awful smell of sewage or the pleasant smell of flowers. He sniffed more and more, aware of his cock getting harder and harder. Whatever the smell was, it was easily able to get him hard at a moments notice.

"What the fuck is that?" Brock asked, looking at Salazzle.

"Salazzle!" She said, reaching behind herself, grabbing one of her tails and running her hand up it. She presented it to Brock, who gave it a hesitant smell, groaning as his cock throbbed hard. That was the smell, though.

"What?" He asked, his mind cloudy and airy.

"Salazzle, Sala!" She said, pulling him down on the bed.

"Mating gas or something?" He said, lying down, his prick spurting precum out every few throbs. "What's it called… thermostats? Hemolymph? No, no… oh shit…" He looked over at her, eyes wide with realization. "Pheromones?"

Salazzle nodded, sheepishly smiling. Brock wanted to complain, wanted to break down and cry, to… to fuck the shit out of her.

"Can I cum now?" He asked, looking at her dripping slit.

"Salazzle!" The Pokemon cried, nodding her head and leaning back on the pillows.

"Fuck yes…" Brock grinned, getting into position.

It didn't take long for him to ram himself into her waiting slit, grunting with each push into her. Salazzle wrapped her arms and legs around him, curling her tail around his leg as he smashed into her, each push making the headboard slam against the wall. Fuck his neighbors, though, all Brock was focused on was pounding the ever-loving shit out of her.

Her slit had become even hotter as he buried his length in her, kissing her neck as he fucked it roughly. It was a bit tighter at the front, but opened up wonderfully after he pushed in past that delicious little obstacle, fully able to accommodate his length. Each thrust into her made his balls hurt, but pain wasn't registering in his mind, just absolute pleasure. Every hump, every thrust, every push into her tight little pussy made him moan louder and louder.

Salazzle cried her name over and over with each ram into her, pulling herself tight against Brock as he fucked her, but Brock couldn't hear her. He was in a world of his own, a tight, wet world.

"F-fuc-... nghh…" Brock's lips quivered and his eyes slammed shut as he felt the full force of an edged orgasm hit him like a semi-truck.

He grunted with each throb, feeling his cum spew deep into her walls, deep inside of her belly. With what little energy he had, he pushed deeper inside of her, his groin hard against hers as his seed flooded her warmth. His legs trembled as he collapsed on her, moaning as his entire body tingled from the bliss.

Brock stayed in her warmth for who knows how long, even after he was done with the orgasm. She just felt so perfect, so tight and hot. He kissed her neck gently, looking up and into her deep purple, satisfied eyes.

The best part was that he didn't even care he shot his load within minutes of fucking her. Maybe if he hadn't've been edged for… who knows how long, he would be, but as it was, he had suffered greatly for this relief. That voice inside of his mind was shoved well enough aside as he made out with Salazzle, rubbing the back of her head as he kissed her.

After a few more minutes, he began to get a bit too warm, and pulled out of her, flopping to her side as his dick slowly shrunk back down, tingling all the while. Salazzle called for him and he looked over, seeing a literal flood of cum ooze out of her held open slit. It left a large wet spot as it streamed out of her slit, thoroughly covering the area she was in. He was impressed at himself, flopping back down on the pillows.

Brock felt rather…

Well, not tired. They had slept for like, seven hours, after all, but he was spent. Brock believed that he couldn't get it up if he tried to. Salazzle nuzzled against him, gently licking his sweaty neck, throwing a leg over him as she cuddled. He pulled her into a small, gently, yet passionate kiss that seemed to last for ages as he ran his hand over her thigh.

"Love you." He said once they separated, booping her on the snout before giving her another small kiss. He was just about to turn on the television or take a shower or go get something else to eat when he smelled something.

He looked over at Salazzle, a devious grin on her face as she looked down at his growing member. They were going to be up all night, Brock realized.

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