Bah! I haven't written anything for days and I'm terribly sorry. Especially to Mawilegirl, who has been so patient that within my power I will try and make it amazing and lemony as possible. If not you can kill me for making you wait so long for a crappy story. Or you can chuck tomatoes. I rather the second one my dear. Hopefully no mistakes, also the anthro pokémon, I didn't know if it spoke English or not.

Pairing: Human Trainer Sam X Mawile Anthro (no name)

Enjoy :)

The crowd was roaring with anticipation, eagerly waiting for the battlers to come out. Masses of banners were wavering about, the commentators were also impatient for the start of the battle.
A pair, Pokémon with strange humanoid characteristics, was leaning on her trainer. A young boy with mischievous yet mature features. A straight aristocratic nose, kind yet devious green eyes, defined cheek bones and a messy flop of brown hair.

"Maw-"

"Don't worry girl, you'll do fine. We always do."

"Mawile-"

"And if you don't there will be punishment." A devilish grin graced his lips, as he closed to eyes, imagining certain situations... The mawile blushed, trying not to distract herself from her goal of winning. It was so hard now, especially with the mention of a delicious punishment if she was a bad bad mawile. Closing her long cream cloaked legs, she redirected herself back to the battle.

"If you do win, there will be a little extra for you." His slim fingers delicately danced up her already sensitive legs, making her quiver. His breath hot against her shoulder. Glancing sideways he caught her eye, licked the corner of his mouth and winked.

"That sly, arrogant bastard." Mawile thought to herself. Sometimes she really wanted to whack him around the face to at least dent that massive ballon of a head of his with her heavy second head. Maybe even bite on it to make deflate it as well. And maybe nibble on his neck.

Then move down to his chest. How it would be crushed into her mouth when he would be arching his back in pleasure.

How her long nails would draw blood on his back as she rocked with him.

Throaty moans would be thick in hot air. His now wet strands of his fringe would stick to his forehead as his sinful tongue would make it's ferocious attack on her core.

Then maybe she could travel further just to taste a little of his- oh it was time to go into the arena. Mawile immediately corrected her slumped posture and just managed put her mind back on the task at hand. Winning this battle for her trainer, master, lover. Her knees almost buckled at the musk that was left on her shoulder when they hugged.

"Battlers enter the arena!"

Sam stood, back straight and tall, shoulders broad and proud.
Mawile straightened her back too, almost looming over, her second head had a cruel, sinister toothy smile, to try to frighten the competition. They strode in almost haughtily. The other side was a lopunny. Mawile smirked, this was almost too easy. And snickered.

-After the battle-

Hours after their victory, the seats are empty and the floor was littered with banners, down in the rooms, concealed to the public there was a flicker of light. A scent of lavender oil, cinnamon, rosewood, one could almost imagine a meadow. Darkness hovered over the couple, small spheres of candle light bobbed in the darkness. Mawile was laying on the table, her back raising and lowering, her legs lax, her heavy black head hung over the table, as her tiny face in the hole. Her eyes shut, everything was peaceful.

Not for long though.

A small click rang through the blistering, steamy room. Mawile's ruby eyes flew open, here she was lying innocently, having her small reward after the battle. Her once laxed muscles tensed, gradually increasing with each echoing step. Finally it stopped, the extra heat emanating from him to her leg was not helping her arousal. Mawile silently groaned, she was tired and her body had wear and tear. But her body was certainly acting up, a heavy blush setting on her cheeks.

"You did really well mawile. I'm really proud." He said, unexpectedly to mawile. Mawile breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders now lax. Until a large, blazing hot hand was pressing against her soft smooth back. Mawile squeaked, her heavy black head was snapping it's jaw, annoyed at the sudden disturbance.

"How about a good massage. That lopunny looked easy didn't it? But it was a little sneaky wasn't it? Your body must be aching with the 4 body slams it used." His hand now light, tracing little details against her dainty shoulder blade.

"How about it mawile? You're a good mawile aren't you?" He patronised. She could almost hear his grin, how she really wanted to smack his stupid grin off.

She almost jumped off the massage table, as she felt a scalding hot liquid, pooling onto her back. Then abruptly his hands were attacking her back.

His oil-slick hands were now extra hot. They seemed to have glided over over back.

Pushing her muscle around, gripping her skin, setting her nerves alight with his corrupt dangerous, skilful hands.

Rough skin softened with oil, was now an unknown pressure, that was extremely delightful.

Her muscles were like coil, tight, binding. The pads of his fingers played with them until they became loose strings. Her nerves now once ablaze now were humming dully.

Just the fact that her slightly selfish and handsome master was doing something for her benefit. It was a nice feeling, the warmth from his fingertips, the gentle pressure. And the idea of of his sinfully talented hands were working it's magic on her: how wonderfully, marvellously arousing.

Mawile's claws dug into the massage table, her tongue just hanging out. Faint pants were gradually getting heavier, her body
convulsed, her second head was lop-sided. Drool falling out, between the sharpened teeth.

"I see someone is enjoying this." That stupid snarky, cocky voice. How would it feel when it caresses her ear? That devilishly, smooth voice just- oh her core was throbbing, as it it had a pulse, it was maddening.
He added plenty more boiling hot oil onto her body, his hands completely covered with oil once more. He travelled down to her small, yet plump little butt. He covered the two cheeks with oil, giving it a gleam, the candle light bouncing off the reflection. How innocent it looked. Rotating his thumbs, his fingers pressing deeply into her soft, bulging cheeks. Mawile groaned, oh how her muscles were so tense and now they were in peace, nothing could go wrong, until he dipped between.

Mawile lightly bit her bottom lip, eyes half-hooded. She sighed quietly as he poured more oil between her butt-cheeks. It felt as it she was in a bath, but she only felt that she could only get dirtier and dirtier. The oil dripping in between her ass was so languid, every burning drop was felt. Especially when it trailed down to her pulsating slit, her hypersensitive clit. Every drop was bringing the madness closer.

"Let's not play games here. You know why I started this. Now let's finish this!" Demanding spoilt and childish. The image of him with a kind smile and a sweet twinkle of his eyes went up like smoke. His fingers dug deep to discover the blazing heat just at his fingertips. Literally.

"You're such a good Pokémon, do you want me to touch you there?" His silky voice, taunting her. Mawile merely said her own name, just to answer back.

"I'll take that as a yes." Stroking her sweet little mound. A wet squelch and her low moan was a mere harmony in his ears, and he couldn't help that elevating feeling in his loins. Pressing into her further his fingers were almost burnt with her heat. Obviously it wasn't the usual human heat, it was Pokémon, and varied between different types. How lewd she was, it amazed him that every time, he would be aroused. More than the last, just that feeling of her tight, cunt welcoming him into her body, mind and soul. Some things were just too good.

Mawile thrashed around, as well as her second black head. It's drool flying everywhere, on itself, the floor, the towel, the floor. Just like many other things. Mawile tried desperately to try and rest on her elbows but was immediately pushed back down.

"No!" Mawile turned to look at her master, his eyes black, possessive and scary. Her forehead bounced off the head rest, groaning in pain. For once in her time with Sam, she was afraid of him.

"You have been a bad, bad Pokémon. You need to be disciplined." Spreading her slick cheeks apart, his dry lips, was adding moisture as he kissed her bare bottom. Mawile blushed, crossing her arms over her eyes trying to hide from her embarrassment. His long, forceful fingers, wriggling and stretching her tight and repressing walls. The sheer force shook her to her very core, making her stretch her legs wider. Mawile's hips began to reciprocate his plunging fingers, burying her head deeper into the table, how could he bring her so much pleasure already?

A soft yet pushy muscle crushed against her oversensitive clit. His nose grazed her butt, as he tasted sweet musk. He was a cunning bastard, just as she was about to push his head out, he bit on her clit. Making her body turn back into jelly, and instead made her shove her hips further on his talented tongue. Tears were leaking out of her eyes, how could anyone be so good, how was it possible? Mawile thrusted her hips even more, as his tongue teased and taunted her nerves. Her body was literally shutting down, her mind stopped working. She tried to think rationally, but oh by the god of arceus, she just kept shoving her ass into his face. He was just too good.

"I think you can wait a little longer." He lifted his mouth from her little fountain, and cheekily winked at her side-turned head.

"Noo!" Mawile screamed in her head, but all she could do was throatily call her name, but it was no use. He was already in his own head. Getting him to listen was futile.
She was flipped onto her back, breasts on show, her creamy small stomach, and legs spread wide. Like a common slut. A pair of strong hands held them apart, when she instantly wanted to conceal herself. And once again he was looming over her, like a terrifying shadow. In his hand he had a small bottle, with a rather pointy end and a candle. She now rather confused, and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh so innocent and sweet. Don't worry I'll just light the oil over the lamp. I just wanna see if you would like a little punishment..." He smirked. And heated the bottle over the flame, the silence was unbearable. How much longer was he going to make her wait? What seemed like hours, he finally deemed it hot enough to use. With an evil smile, he set the candle down and popped on the sharp end and poured to scorching oil, on and around her needy bunch of little nerves. Mawile arched her back in pain and sweet pleasure, how could something so painful arouse her? Was she? Maybe she enjoyed this sort of kinky pain? She had heard master talk of it. Was it matoosit? Or masochist?

"Oh you are a little masochist? Well that's okay, I like my women like that." He reassured her.
"His women huh?" That had a nice ring to it, but she couldn't think of that right now. Just the sensation of each painful drop, etching it's way past, around and on her cunt and ass. Ahh, master was too cruel sometimes. Mawile's jaw was slack, her moans high and needy, telling Sam that she needed more from him. His oily fingers crept down her legs, rolling his hands on her ankles, almost as if it was clouds. He rubbed, and pinched her legs, enjoying the smoothness of it. His left hand roughly grabbed her small-ish breast. Mawile tried to turn so she could pry her breast out of his greedy hand and hide her shock and embarrassment.

Sam wouldn't have it, growling he forced her back to face him, and pulled her arms away from her face. He lent down, sticking his tongue deep into her mouth. Her small mouth trying to fit two tongues, her soft little muscle was trying to defend. But it was a losing battle and gave up, caressing his overpowering one.

Her blood-coloured irises, met his forest green ones, and shut once more. His eyes, she could almost swim in them. His large, rough, calloused hand grabbed her breast once more. Jiggling it, cupping it, it may have been small, but her pert little nipples made up for it. His slick shiny hands covered it, so it had a small gloss, his chapped fingertips rolled, pinched and pulled on her hardening nipples. She constantly yelled and moaned, which made all the tongue thrusting better for him.

Mawile just wanted to have a little control over him, and it was growing harder and harder (excuse the pun) to get a least a silver of it. Mawile knew only one way and it was most probably the only way that she would be able to overthrow her master. Her claws pushed against his well-toned chest, so that he was on the floor. She knelt over him, her sharp claws made little work of his trousers, as they were restraining him anyways. The familiar bottle with the pointed end in her claw, and she popped it, letting the pipping hot oil out, and let it drizzle over his floppy, hardening cock. Her hands soaked in the rich, thick oil, she began to run her claws languidly up and down from the balls to the tip.
The oil was a huge advantage, as her caresses were smoother and easier, so she was able to rub his mushroom head tentatively, Small leaks of pre-cum was on her thumb.

Her dainty tongue caught a little, and swallowed it. Oh god Sam was in both heaven and hell tonight.
She was the tormentor now, the master, the leader. Her claws were massaging, pressing, squeezing, pulling on his dick and it was already swelled to the size of a boulder and heavier than one. Mawile grinned "that'll show him." And oiled up more, and just for that little more enjoyment, she dripped more of the piping hot oil on his head. Where he jolted and grunted very low. Annoyed at the giggling, Sam took his charge.
Sitting upright, and grabbing the soft, warm body in front of him, he lifted her slim hips rubbed his head along her pussy. Her juices already running down his cock and onto the floor.

"You ready, Maw?" Mawile's eyes widened at the nickname, the nostalgia. If was short lived in a matter of seconds, as he thrusted. Mawile cried, clutching onto the thin wrists of her lover. His large hands shaking, grabbing her breasts, as he jammed his thick, hard dick into her.

"Can you feel me burn into your soul?" He rasped, as he plunged. Mawile had lost her mind, all she could think of how she could move her hips faster?
Her essence was streaming from his cock, pooling onto the floor, she couldn't help it but stretch her legs wider, and cry out his name. It was the "human" word she knew. His one hand on her breast once more, pulling her nipple, so powerfully, that it felt like it was going to be ripped off. His other hand toying with her clit, her hand joined his. Just halting his thrusts, she placed her claw on top of his hand, and they rubbed together as one. Her other hand on her breast too, scratching, pinching oh it was all the same to her now. Her mouth was like her second head, disgusting, crude and drooling. And she couldn't have cared any less. With his husky groans and masculine grunts chiming in her ears, she was so close.

Her tight, velvet channel was convulsing all around him, and it was getting harder and harder to keep his control. Every thrust was a little step closer to his release, but his stupid pride of masculinity and dominance wouldn't allow him.
"Come for me. Be a good girl and come" flicking his tongue, and running it on the shell of her ear finally got her. She moaned, and fell limp, as the sight of victory was on him, he let go as well.