A/N: Happy Easter everybody! Sadly, I don't have any bunny or egg related Chappie for y'all today. Instead, I got something special for y'all. A simple one, but quite special.

Cuz this Chapter is a special tribute to my all-time favorite Fanfiction author that graced this site with his brilliant works. His complex yet highly addicting, mentally challenging, and absolutely brilliant storytelling is second to none, and he is a writer I just admire completely.

I'll say his name down below, but can you guess who he is by the pairing?

DesertDancerShipping. Unique, yet brilliant.

This one's for you, man. Wherever you are, and to you Fellow Fanfictioneers as well, enjoy.

Disclaimer: He might be gone forever, but goddamn I'll always remember and respect his works.

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Chapter 21: M Cacturne x F Gardevoir

The desert. An unforgiving land. Whereas the seas offer both life and death, there is no solace in the vast expanse of the desert. The hot, billowing winds at day and the freezing winds of night, the miles upon miles of sand, scarce resources, and no help as far as the eye could glimpse. Truly, this harsh environment is anything but friendly.

But the desert wouldn't be as dangerous a place without its inhabitants. Pokémon that have adapted and thrived in the harsh environment of the desert. They stalk the sands, waiting, watching. Trapinch burrow deep under the sand, waiting for any morsels to pass by. Maractus stand still, their mischievous eyes scanning the horizon. A few Sigilyphs fly through the air. Buried deeper in the sands are Claydol, who slumber. Fossils of different Pokémon strewn across the land. The desert lays claim to many lost treasures, if one could excavate them.

Yet, out of all the desert Pokémon that call this wasteland their home, one stand above the rest. It's yellow eyes and mouth are black holes that hold no trace of sympathy, it's dark green body a sharp but deadly contrast to the sands, its hands and legs adorned with spikes, and a hat that shields it from the suns rays and to hide its gleaming eyes. At day, it remains unmoving, keeping still and waiting as the sun passes and dips overhead. Once night breaks, it starts to move. Looking, watching, waiting.

This is Cacturne, the Scarecrow Pokémon. It's name shrouded in dark stories, feared by desert travelers, and king of the deserts. This is its domain, and any who walk the sands unprepared may soon find themselves being beset by this menacing Pokémon of the desert. Right now, it is the dead of night, and it is time for the hunt. As the sun has long gone down, and the moon as the only source of light, Cacturne opens its eyes and looks around. The night sky is calm, the moon shining beautifully. It is a dark contrast from what Cacturne plans on doing to his prey. He is patient. Waiting, watching. It's yellow eyes scanning the horizon, waiting. Just waiting...

...there. Cacturne's eyes gleam with malicious intent. A few miles in front of him, he spots it. A human trainer, a young boy, slowly slugging through the sands, swaying left and right. Years of studying his prey has made Cacturne know just from looking at his target how tired they are. And as the green Pokémon's eyes gaze evilly at the young trainer, he could already tell that this boy was about ready to collapse. Cacturne chuckled. What a foolish boy. Looking at him, it seems the boy went into the desert at noon, filled with determination to make it through. But the trainer did not seem prepared that well, and once night hit, it was all over. The trainer got lost, wandering aimlessly as the night became darker. His supplies drained and, weary from the hard trek earlier that day, the trainer took a few more steps, then collapsed on the sands. Motionless.

That is when Cacturne moved. He walked towards the human, a slow and steady approach. There was no need to rush. The boy was exhausted, and he had no power to flee nor fight. Cacturne's yellow eyes glowed brighter and brighter the closer he got.

Usually, Cacturne work in groups, following weary travelers at night then attacking once exhaustion takes them. This Cacturne, however, works alone. He departed from his kin, and after walking a long way away from where his brothers used to hunt, he made the particular expanse of sands he was in his hunting grounds, patiently waiting by day, and striking by night. This Cacturne was also taller than most. While most Cacturne came in to about 4 feet tall (1.3m), this particular Cacturne towered over them at 6 feet tall (180cm). His height gave him an advantage, being able to see much farther into the vast horizons of this desert that he called home. All in all, he was bigger and stronger, and from the day he had separated from his kin, success came day after day.

A few more slow, steady steps and at last Cacturne was directly in front of the weary trainer, who remained unmoving in the sands. The scarecrow Pokémon's eyes glowed a cruel yellow. Reaching down, he lifted the unconscious boy, careful not to impale him on his spikes, as the Scarecrow Pokémon started to make his way towards his special place. Walking back into the darkness, scarecrow and trainer disappeared into the dark desert night.

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It took a few minutes to steadily walk to where Cacturne's destination was. A small cave jutting out of the sands, able to hold approximately an entire pack of Cacturne's. It was a wonder how it remained undiscovered given its immense use and location, but Cacturne wasn't complaining. When his keen eyes spotted it the first time around, he had been cautious, thinking it a den of some other desert dwelling Pokémon. But he soon realized that it was strangely uninhabited, and after giving it a good look around, the scarecrow had found it quite to his liking, and ever since then he had used this cave to feast on his captured meals in peace. Which is what he was about to do right now.

It was pitch black in the cave, but Cacturne didn't need light to see. His eyes could see clearly in the dark, a grand evolution bonus as a night hunter. Placing the still unconscious boy onto the soft earth, Cacturne's eyes glowed a deep yellow, his hunger itching him to get it on already. Kneeling in front of the boy, Cacturne readied his spines.

When the first desert travelers were still journeying blind and unknowing into the sands, many questions and mysteries surrounded the harsh environment. As time and experience grew, such questions were answered and resolved. However, what did remain a mystery was one particular thing about one of the deadliest Pokémon that called the sands it's home: how Cacturne feed. It wasn't simply because it was such a hard mystery to solve, it was just that nobody has ever come out alive to do so. Once you collapse in the sands and a Cacturne's eyes are upon you, the unlucky soul is never seen again. Not even their bones remain, swept up by the sands or taken as scraps by other Pokémon. Not even their clothes, their items, nothing. Gone. As if the desert itself was a monster, it's everlasting sands an eternal maw that swallowed everything that the insects living on it hadn't already taken for themselves. Such is the desert. A cruel mistress, yet with proper adaption and evolution, a mistress one may master for themselves.

As for how Cacturne actually ate, it was a simple yet gruesome process. Long spikes would eject out of the Scarecrow's hands, which he would then stab straight through the heart of the victim, killing them instantly. Then, like what a spider would do to its prey, Cacturne would inject a small poison into the victim, turning their insides into a delicious mush in a matter of seconds. Then the Pokémon would start sucking out their juices until nothing but flappy skin and bone remained, drained dry. Then as quick as Cacturne would suck them dry, the desert swallowed up the remains, the poor soul never seen again. With their hunger satiated and their plant-like body filled with the nutrients of a fresh kill, Cacturne move back to their position in the sands, once again waiting, once again watching. Then when night comes, the cycle repeats itself once more, and with one more unprepared traveler collapsing upon the desert, one more Cacturne or even a group of them get their feed.

Right now, Cacturne was readying his spikes, moments away from plunging it straight into the heart of the boy. Kneeling down in front of the unmoving human, he was prime for the kill. He had removed some items off of the boy, throwing his shoes and backpack off to the side. Now that all distractions were disposed of, it was time for the feast. Eyes gleaming an evil yellow. Just as Cacturne was about to stab the boy straight through his heart, movement caught his eye. Looking to the discarded backpack of the boy that Cacturne threw into the corner, he noticed the backpack shaking. Retracting his spikes and standing back up, he let out a low growl as he advanced towards the backpack, which was shaking harder and harder, as if the backpack was just about to explode.

And just as Cacturne was about to lay his hand upon the pack, it did in fact explode. A bright orange ball blasted outwards, hitting the scarecrow straight in the chest and sending him flying. He hit the sandy earth beneath him hard, groaning in pain as he painstakingly got back up, spikes at the ready and aimed directly at the now smoldering backpack.

'That was a, what do the humans call it? Ah, Focus Blast. Damn. What kind of Pokém-'

The thoughts of the scarecrow were cut off when he noticed the figure standing behind what was left of the backpack. Dress immaculately white, green hair immeasurably soft, arms raised in a battle position, and one visible eye glowing with psychic energy. Cacturne's eyes glowed brighter, immediately noticing the dangerous yet incredibly enticing new prey in front of him. For standing in front of him was a Gardevoir, beauty and power incarnate. The remains of her trainers bag was on fire, casting a soft glow in the cave, just enough light for both Pokémon to se each other. Not that Cacturne needed the light,

It is said that in the Pokémon world there are many kinds of beauty. Sometimes beauty doesn't even matter at all, as Heat and baby making are usually at the forefront of any Pokémon's mind, not who they're actually mating with. But just like in the human world, the Pokémon world also hold a special place for the Pokémon that exude beauty. The gods and goddesses of the mortal Pokémon world, not including legendaries. These are the Pokémon that encapsulate beauty, the Pokémon that any other Pokémon, be it a Bidoof on the land or a mighty Gyarados in the sea, could only dream of mating with. This is an exclusive group of beauties, ranging from Milotic in the deeps, to the Togekiss and Swanna of the sky, and of course Gardevoir, along with Lopunny and Roserade, among others as well. These are the beauties of the Pokémon world, blessed by the God Arceus and the great genes of Mew, they are the most beautiful Pokémon in the world.

And arguably the most beautiful species of them all was standing right in front of Cacturne, her visible eye glowing in power only making her seem even more radiant and attractive. Cacturne readied himself, for he could feel the power coming off of the Gardevoir. Spikes raised and readied, Cacturne advanced. Seeing him approach, the psychic type charged another Focus Blast in her hands, watching for the Dark types next move. Seemingly at a standstill, Gardevoir decided to call out to the menacing scarecrow in front of her.

"S-stay away from my Master! I w-won't let you hurt him!" She yelled, her voice shakier then she thought it would be.

Immediately Cacturne noticed this. His mouth twitched, his version of a sly, malicious smile.

"Aaaah, I see now," The voice of the scarecrow cut through the young Psychic type, his voice sounding like the crunching of gravel under ones foot. The scarecrow continued speaking. "You're strong, I could tell. But your voice betrays you. You're inexperienced. Tell me, how long have you been captured by that human? How long have you actually trained in combat with him? Or if he even used you for combat in the first place?" The veiled insult was not lost to Gardevoir, as rage filled her face.

"H-how dare you! My master caught me when I was still a Ralts! He trained me, took care of me, and raised me into what I am now! I owe him everything!" Gardevoir wouldn't let this desert low-life insult her or her master. Seeing his face, unmoving yet showing such menacing emotion, was making her angrier yet at the same time more and more unsure of herself. She wouldn't admit it, but just because her trainer raised her and treated her right doesn't mean that he had used her a lot in battles and fights. She had a lot of potential, but lack of real-life experience and battles left it just like that: just potential. She wasn't in enough battles to hone her skills to the max, which left her in the skill spot she found herself in right now: full of power yet too inexperienced to wield said power properly.

And Cacturne saw it all. She had revealed a bit too much about herself, and now the scarecrow had deduced her threat level properly. Her one visible eye was still glowing with power, but now with a hint of uncertainty in her gaze. This is when Cacturne struck. Using his legs as a spring, he pounced, rushing the female Pokémon with spikes at the ready.

Gasping in shock, Gardevoir launched her Focus Blast, which to her horror was easily ducked under by the Dark type. Panicking, she quickly used Reflect to try to block his rushing advance. But once again to her horror Cacturne simple slammed a fist into it, the Reflect crumbling immediately under the strength of his power. And before the psychic type could react, she was grabbed by the scarecrow and slammed on the sandy ground, pinned down by the stronger wild Pokémon. Gardevoir cried out in pain, her arms and legs pinned down by the larger, stronger Pokémon on top of her. Looking up at his face, mouth set in that grim smile and eyes blazing with evil intent, Gardevoir started to struggle, knowing her life might be coming to an end soon enough. Yelling and kicking, she screamed at him to let her go, to get off her, but to no avail. Cacturne was too strong, and this made the struggling Psychic type start to panic. Seeing her life could be ended so easily, despair gripped her heart and she abandoned her thoughts. Tears starting to fall from her eyes, she started to beg and thrash around harder.

"P-please! Please don't kill me! Please! I-I'll do anything! Anything! Please don't kill meeeee!"

The ceaseless begging of the female annoyed Cacturne. He had the female right where he wanted her. One simple extension of the spikes all over his body would easily impale her. And he was about to, but he stopped himself. He listened to her begging, and something devious sprung into his mind. Looking over the defenseless, powerless female below him, he started to admire her beauty. His black eyes admired her form, from her gorgeous face that was still incredibly beautiful despite the tears falling from her beautiful green eyes, then lower to her long, slender neck, her thin arms that were pinned down, her ample breasts which were held back by her seemingly immaculate white dress, her pointed red spike tightly squeezed in between her bosom. Lower his eyes went, eyes greedily going over her smooth, soft body, then looking over her toned, polished legs that were visible because her skirt was hiked up. Seeing such beauty, such perfection, and one so willing and vulnerable, lighted a burning fashion inside of the scarecrows plantlike being. Growling lowly in lust, Cacturne turned his attention back to the Psychic types face, who had stopped struggling and was now just lying there, eyes closed and all resistance given up on. She had accepted her brutal fate, ready for the death blow.

But the Dark-Grass type had some plans first.

"You said aaaaaanything?"

The psychic type slowly opened her eyes, whimpering softly at the vicious stare that was mere inches away from her face. Seeing the scarecrows eyes glow with evil intent, it didn't take a mind-reader to find out what the male had in plan for her. As this struck her, Gardevoir's eyes widened. With a fire deep inside her being reignited, she started to struggle again. Knowing what was about to happen to her made the tears come once more.

"N-no! Get off me, you monster! Get off!"

Roughly grabbing her by her hair, Cacturne got off of her and started dragging her to one of the walls of the cave.

Slamming her against the wall of the cave, Gardevoir cried out in pain as the Dark type roughly pinned her up against the wall, one of his legs starting to spread her legs apart. Struggling meekly, the psychic beauty tried to shut her legs, but all her movements stopped as she felt something poke her stomach. Looking down, the psychic type gasped as her eyes landed on Cacturne's cock. Red and veiny, and with small bumps along its impressive length, Gardevoir could only stare at it, shocked and slightly entranced.

'I-it's so big. Master's cock is tiny compared to this. I-I wonder how it would even fit i-inside me. Haaah, I wonder how it would feel-'

Gardevoir quickly shook that thought away. How could she even think of something like that right now? She was about to get fucked against her will, and the thing she thinks of is how good it'll feel? Perhaps it was primal instinct kicking in, but Gardevoir still felt disgusted with herself.

Cacturne chuckled, and as if reading her thoughts, lifted her dress apart and bent a bit, poking her visibly wet entrance with his cock. Gardevoir gasped and bit her lip, feeling her pussy quiver in delight. She looked up the wild Pokémon with a mix of fear and, was that arousal? Her legs were shaking, and her arms were limp beside her body. Seeing her like this, the scarecrow chuckled again.

"You'd want to know how it feels, don't you? Let me guess, your little trainer and his tiny dick doesn't compare to mine, doesn't it? Well, it's about to get even better." Staring straight at the quivering psychic type, who looked so scared yet so ready, the scarecrow readied himself.

"I'm going to show you what real sex feels like, not like what you've felt with that limp-dick human. I'll make you a slave to my cock!"

And with that, Cacturne quickly thrust up and straight inside of Gardevoir's pussy, his cock going deep inside her. Immediately the Dark type was consumed with overwhelming pleasure, feeling his cock get squeezed as tight as a vicegrip, her squishy walls enveloping the scarecrow's dick. Groaning in pleasure, Cacturne didn't waste any time, thrusting in and out wildly.

Gardevoir wasn't doing any better. As soon as Cacturne penetrated her, her mind crumbled away in an instant. In that single thrust, the psychic type fell. Eyes rolling back, tongue sticking out, and head thrown back, the female could barely conceptualize what she was even feeling. She felt so. Fucking. Full. It was indescribable, as if she had never experienced anything as good as being filled by a strong alpha male and his thick, monstrous cock. And it only got better as Cacturne started thrusting. Moaning in joy, Gardevoir lost all sense of self-respect and grabbed the scarecrow, pulling him closer. Wrapping her long, sexy legs around his waist, Gardevoir felt the Dark type lift her up and support her up, pinned against the wall as she was roughly fucked against the wall. Gardevoir registered her own moans and screams, not realizing how slutty she sounded right then and there. Being taken in such a manner made her mind turn into mush, all that mattered was the immense pleasure her entire body was feeling as her pussy was being molded into the shape of Cacturne's cock.

Growling out and noticing how Gardevoir had completely clung onto him so she could get fucked harder, the Dark type felt a sense of complete dominance over the psychic type. This was all it took to make her submit? She was more of a whore than he thought she would be. Deciding to exert his dominance even more, the scarecrow decided to mess her up even more.

"Yea, you like my cock, whore?! Say it, bitch!"

Gardevoir, too immersed in ecstasy, threw away her pride and gave herself completely to him.

"Y-Yes! I love your cock! I-it feels so good! P-please fuck me harder!"

Scoffing at how easy it was, Cacturne sped it up, her moans and whimpers encouraging him to fuck her even harder than ever. It had barely been 5 minutes and the Dark type already felt himself ready to blow. The female pinned against the wall had had enough, however.

"O-oh! Y-yes! Yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Haaaah, Aaaaaaahhhhh!"

Feeling Gardevoir's pussy tighten around his cock made Cacturne lose it as well. He groaned, exploding inside of her, loads of cum being poured deep inside her womb as the scarecrow's cock got drenched with her juices. They stayed like that, Cacturne pumping his cum deep into her womb, and Gardevoir enjoying the feeling of such hot, virile seed enter her womb. It felt so good, the psychic type couldn't even comprehend it. Finally, the Dark type slowly pulled out, his cum dripping down her legs. Gardevoir collapsed, leaning against the wall of the cave as her legs were still spread, cum and juices leaking out onto the cave floor.

But before she could even recollect her thoughts, she was roughly dragged towards her trainer's unconscious body, moaning along the way.

"You thought we were done, huh slut? I'm going to pound your pussy right in front of your dumb-ass trainer. Then we'll see who your real Master is" The only response the scarecrow got was a lust-addled moan from the sexy psychic type. Then he heard her mumble out something that got his lust rise all the way up even higher.

"Y-you're my reeaaall Master now, masteeeerr! Please, make me your bitch!" Gardevoir wasn't even properly thinking anymore. All she wanted was the thing that made her feel like she was dying from pleasure. And that was the strong male and his magnificent cock. She felt herself get tugged forwards, and with a small oof she fell on top of something. Or rather, someone.

Before she knew it, she was now spread across her unconscious trainer, ass up and ready. Her pussy was dripping wet, with traces of Cacturne's seed dripping out and onto the clothes of her trainer below. Gardevoir senses the powerful, strong presence of the male behind her, and her panting became harder. Feeling his massive cock start to poke at her folds once again made the horny psychic type whine and grind her entrance against the tip of his dick.

"M-master, stop teasing me! P-please! I need it, nnngh, I want your dick, Master!" Gardevoir moaned, not realizing how slutty her own voice sounded. The only thing that mattered to her right now was the thick, massive cock that was being teased against her folds.

Seeing this bitch beg for his dick, Cacturne growled out in primal dominance. Gripping her sexy thighs for support, Cacturne slowly inched his way inside of her. Feeling the tip of his duck start to push into her, Gardevoir moaned and pushed her hips back, beckoning his cock to enter her faster. Gardevoir's eyes for half-lidded, lust clouding her gorgeous green eyes. Cacturne slowly inched his way deeper and deeper into her folds, her wetness and his leftover cum acting as a fine lubricant. Growling out in pleasure, Cacturne finally hilted himself inside of her, the tip of his cock poking Gardevoir's womb. The psychic type moaned out in pleasure. She felt so full. Her trainers cock never went this deep inside of her. Wiggling her hips, she looked back at the desert Pokémon, eyes heavy with lust. Seeing this, Cacturne started thrusting. Groaning out in pleasure, his cock being wrapped in the exquisite walls of this slut once again, made him want to fuck her harder and faster.

And fuck her he did. Spurred on by her moaning and squealing, her ass high up in the air for greater access, her face next to the unconscious face of her trainer below her as she was being brutally fucked, Gardevoir moaned in ecstasy, the feeling of being dominated by a strong male making her lose her mind to lust. She felt his cock going deep inside her, her womb being penetrated by the tip of Cacturne's long, thick cock with every thrust. Tongue lolling out and eyes rolled back in pleasure, Gardevoir screamed and slobbered all over the face of her trainer, getting completely and utterly dominated by the male above her and being turned into the slave of his dick.

The cave was filled with sounds of rough breathing and slutty moans, the dark of the night illuminated slightly by the small fire created by the psychic type a while ago. As the rough fucking started getting rougher,

Cacturne chuckled darkly. Slapping her exposed ass which elicited a sharp cry of pleasure from the horny female, the Dark type snarled out in dominance.

"Who's your master now, whore?! Answer me!" Slapping her plump asscheeks once more, Cacturne does up his thrusts, wildly pounding into her with no restraint whatsoever, much to Gardevoir's joy.

Crying out, Gardevoir could barely form words to answer back.

"Yeeeeesssss! You! You're my master! P-ah! Please fuck me harder! Fuck my pussy! Make me your bitch! P-ooooh-please fuck me with your thick cock! Oh, yes! Yes!"

Hearing those words come out of this slutty bitch felt so damn good to Cacturne. It all felt so easy, all it took was one rough fuck and she was putty in his hands. But he wanted to deal his dominance on her forever. Gripping her hair from behind while never letting up on his thrusts, Cacturne directed her face to look directly at her trainers face directly below her. Gardevoir moaned in lust, arms turning into jelly as she was unable to support herself from the rough fucking her pussy was being blessed with.

"Tell your trainer that you belong to me now, slut! You're mine and only mine! Tell him you love my cock more than him!" Cacturne snarled, pumping into Gardevoir's sweet tight pussy harder than possible.

Gardevoir, feeling his cock poke through her womb, lost her mind. Tongue lolling out and an absolutely fucked look on her face, Gardevoir let it all out.

"M-masteeeeer! I'm showwee! But my pusseh belongsh to my new master nooooowwww! Your tiny human cock is nothing compared to my new masters strong, thick, bitch-making cock! You're nothing compared to hiiiiiim! P-please fuck me harder, new masterrrr, I'm your bitch! Your slave! I'll spread my legs for you every single day! Make me your biiiiiiiitch! I-I'm coommmmmmmiiiiiiiing!"

Gardevoir convulsed, her pussy exploding in juices as she came loudly, screaming in ecstasy as orgasm overtook her. Cacturne wasn't far behind, after hearing her vow of undying loyalty to him as his bitch, a few more thrusts and he came as well, piercing her womb and ejecting mound after mound of hot, potent sperm deep into her womb. Gardevoir gave a weak moan, the feeling of her masters hot seed filling her up made her whimper in pleasure. After a few more spurts of cum, Cacturne pulled out of her tight snatch. Immediately Gardevoir collapsed on top of her trainer, copious amounts of jizz spewing out of her roughly fucked pussy. With her just-fucked face and body unwilling to move after being completely and utterly dominated, Gardevoir just laid there on top of her trainer, completely spent.

Cacturne, after a few heavy breaths, looked over his job well done. This slut was laid across her own trainer, unable to move due to being fucked too hard. Nodding at his own accomplishment, the Dark type felt his stomach rumble. The sun was starting to rise, and the scarecrow, after exerting himself, was now incredibly hungry. Eyes glowing once more, he readied his spikes. Carefully moving Gardevoir's unconscious body off of her trainer, Cacturne raised his arm, ready to impale the human by the heart.

Then he felt a small, almost imperceptible tap on his back. Looking behind him, he saw a pokeball floating behind him, seemingly being held by psychic powers. Eyes widening, he had just about time to look over at Gardevoir. She was sitting up, one hand raised up and her eye glowing with tired yet powerful energy. Seeing Cacturne's shocked expression brought a small smile to the psychic type.

"Gotcha."

And that was all Cacturne saw before being sucked into the pokeball, his body dissolving into red light as he was sucked into the ball. Gardevoir stopped using Psychic and the ball fell onto the sandy earth, shaking once, twice, thrice, and then a satisfying click. Leaning against one of the walls of the cave, Gardevoir slowly got back up, legs still wobbly after the rough pounding she received mere minutes ago. Her dress was in tatters and cum dripped out of her pussy, but she slowly walked towards the pokeball and took it, looking at it with interest. A small smile broke across her face, an unmistakeable feeling coursing through her body. Clutching the ball to her, Gardevoir turned around. Looking back over to her trainer, Gardevoir's tired eyes scanned over his body. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she opened them, her eyes now filled with determination. As the sun broke through the first sand dunes, the psychic type got to work.

There was some cleaning up to do.

(Time Skip)

Waking up sore and uncomfortable, the trainer sat up, groaning. His body didn't feel all that great, as if he'd been sleeping on solid concrete all day long. It was hot, the sounds of billowing winds and the harsh sunlight could be seen from the entrance of the cave. The trainer looked around, only now realizing that he was in fact inside of a cave. To his left he saw... was that his backpack? Well, what was left of it anyways. Looking at it now, it seemed like it was nothing but a smoldering mess. Looking to his right, he quickly gasped in surprise to find his Gardevoir sleeping soundly beside him, a pokeball clutched in her hand. She had a small smile on her face, and her beautiful body was relaxed and seemingly uncaring of the rather uncomfortable ground that she was sleeping on. Utterly confused of what was happening, the trainer could only sit back and wait, resting his body as he waiting for his Pokémon to awake, and hopefully with answers to what exactly was happening.

(Time Skip)

"Ah! Master! Yes!"

"G-Gardevoir! I-I'm coming! I'm coming! Aaaaahhhhhh!"

"Masteeeeeerrr!"

It was a couple of weeks after the desert incident, and the trainer and his Gardevoir were pleasantly enjoying themselves in a hotel in Mauville. After Gardevoir woke up to see her worried and confused trainers face, she had explained everything. Well, almost everything. About how the trainer collapsed in the desert, was taken to a cave by a deadly wild Cacturne, how Gardevoir "bravely defeated the wild Pokémon and captured him", and now here they were. The trainer didn't really understand much, but hey at least he had a new strong-ass Pokémon in his team, and he left it at that.

Right now though, sleep was on the trainers mind. Rolling over, the trainer bade Gardevoir a quick goodnight before falling asleep in mere seconds. Using her psychic abilities to check if her trainer was truly asleep, Gardevoir sighed and got out of the bed, heading towards her trainers bag on the table. Grabbing an all too familiar pokeball within, the psychic type clutched it firmly in her grasp as she silently teleported out of the hotel room. Materializing outside of the hotel and in the nearby woods, Gardevoir tossed the pokeball, and out came the strong form of Cacturne, who was staring straight through her, eyes gleaming knowingly. The beautiful full moon shone through the foliage, illuminating the forest floor with a beautiful, soft moonlight glow. Cacturne stepped towards the Psychic type, who was visibly shaking in anticipation. Her head was looking at the floor, and she was rubbing her shoulders timidly. As the Dark type advanced towards her, Gardevoir could feel her legs start shaking, her heart start to pound, and her breathing start getting heavy. Looking up, she gasped as Cacturne was now mere inches from her face. She felt his presence, so strong and dominant, and immediately she felt weak at the knees. More importantly, she could feel herself getting incredibly wet, her pussy dripping in anticipation for the rough fucking she was about to receive. She meekly stared into the scarecrow's eyes, her own eyes clouded with lust. The Dark type stared at her, his presence oozing alpha superiority, as he spoke:

"Tell me what you want, whore."

Immediately, Gardevoir turned around and leaned against a tree, bending over and spreading her dress aside, revealing her tantalizingly wet pussy to the Male before her, legs shaking in anticipation.

"P-please make me your bitch once more, real master. Fake master cums so fast, and his tiny phimosis penis can't satisfy my whore pussy. Only your magnificent cock can make me cum, master! Please, stuff this slutty hole with the cock that I love so much~" the horny psychic type could barely make the words out as she panted like a bitch in heat, shaking her hips tantalizingly, looking back at him with hungry eyes, her beautiful face wracked with lustful want. Cacturne, cock now fully hard and standing towards attention, let off a small "heh", before advancing towards the submissive female. As he grabbed onto her hips and positioned himself, he could only thank the lord Arceus up above that it was that one stupid trainer that decided to walk into the desert unprepared on that fateful day all those weeks ago.

"This is definitely better than the desert."

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A/N: Well, that was fun. It's a pretty wild pairing, but I definitely got attached to it due to the brilliant portrayal of it by my favorite FFN author, who if y'all haven't guessed is none other that DarkAmphitere, famous for his works specifically his Total Pokémon Island saga and honestly everything he's ever written.

So yeah, this is for him. And also for you all, fellow Fanfictioneers! Like I said, I'm bringing this Collection to 30 by the end of the year, so look out for more chappies coming sooner rather than later!

I'm always open to requests, but I'm gonna start getting a bit more picky with the choices. After all, there are only 9 Chappies left, and I already got the finale semi-planned out. But keep em requests coming either way! You never know if your request will hit gold, and it definitely gives me ideas for future Collections.

But for now, Baconicon13 out!

Baaaiii.