Checkmate ~ A Salazzle Story

Disclaimer: The following events are true, but names and other details have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. Any resemblance to real pokemon trainers is coincidental.

Riley, here. Alright, this is the part you've all been begging to read. I know there's gonna be a lot of folk skipping to the good parts, so I just have one thing to say: if you're confused about names or past events ...

READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS, YOU FILTHY ANIMALS

This is a long chapter, so I'll say this now. Take a break! Better to split the reading up into multiple parts … you'll enjoy it more.

Now where was I? Oh right: I left off with Tryst throwing a tantrum and running away (hah). Rufio finished cleaning up after her, then went back outside (closing the door behind him ... finally). I got up and washed my face and arm clean. Then I went to my room and surfed the internet for a while. Nothing important, just my usual haunts: I perused various trainers forums, streamed music, browsed pokememes, read the latest news in Kanto politics. I have no idea how much time I wasted, but before I knew it, the afternoon sun had set enough to shine through my window.

My bedroom door opened. I heard Rufio's telepathic voice in my mind. "Master ..."

I turned to him. "What's up, lil buddy?"

I noticed my lucario was not alone. I pushed my chair back to see down the hallway. Behind him was a dozen more pokemon: the rhydon, the growlithe, the sandshrew brothers ... even the new scyther I acquired. And it couldn't have been a coincidence that each pokemon was male ...

My stomach turned to ice. "Tryst!" I yelled. "What did you do!?"

Tryst appeared, stepping up next to Rufio. That's when I smelled the cloud of pheromones following her. She pointed to me and growled out an order. Pokemon entered one-by-one, filling my bedroom. That damn lizard recruited a whole army!

I grabbed the slowpoke's pokeball off my desk and unleashed her. "Daisy, protect me!" I screamed. "Use hypnosis!"

The slowpoke hesitated. She was confused by the number of targets. The houndoom was the first to attack. Daisy shrugged off his fireball and blasted him with a psychic pulse. The houndoom fell into a trance and grew still, but Daisy was quickly overwhelmed by the other pokemon. Rufio jumped me. We both fell to the ground. He snatched Daisy's pokeball from my hand and withdrew her.

"Rufio, what the hell!?"

My lucario stood over me and put a foot on my chest. "Congratulations, you are being mated. Please do not resist."

I was pounced on by the pokemon mob. The rhydon dragged me onto my bed, the sandshrew brothers grabbed hold of my arms. I thrashed and struggled, throwing one of the sandshrews off. The mankey jumped on my chest and pounded me in the gut. I heaved and gasped as the air was forced out of my lungs. Together, the pokemon piled on until I was completely pinned.

Rufio put me in a headlock and squeezed tight until I relaxed. "I told you not to resist."

I struggled to speak with the lucario's strong arms around my neck. "Ruf, Ruf snap out of it, man!"

"The Mistress likes you. You saved her from the Dark Place. You protected her when she was weak. You taught her humans could be trusted. She wanted to reward you, but you rejected her gift. You will reject it no longer."

Tryst's slave army pinned my arms to the bed, forced my legs to lie flat. I squirmed and fought, but there were too many pokemon to break free. "Rrg, I don't want her gift!"

"You will accept it anyway. The other pokemon have been talking. Many were jealous of you, jealous that you were in Her eyes. It did not take much convincing for them to join the Mistress in her plan."

I struggled to pull my limbs out from under the pile of pokemon. "Urk! T-t-that's ... super creepy, Ruf, not gonna lie!"

"Do not resist. The Mistress wants you to save your strength."

I had one more card to play. It was a long shot, for sure, but I had to try. "Lilith!" I shouted. "Lilith, can you hear me? Teleport me outta here, please!" I panted, desperately waiting for an answer. "WHERE ARE YOU, LILITH! ARCEUS, IF YOU DON'T ANSWER ME, I'LL–"

"You'll do what, human?" The kadabra teleported into my room. "You are not in a position to threaten. And besides ... it's much more fun to see you squirm."

"Murkrow, Lilith! MURK-KROW!"

"I call your bluff."

"What!?"

"You can't get the bird when you're pinned to your bed."

"Lilith, I swear–"

The kadabra grinned. "Shut up your face." Lilith closed her eyes, and with a flash, she disappeared.

In that moment, as my last lifeline teleported away ... that was when I realized I had lost. Tryst had forced her hand, and I had no counter. If there were any pokemon left that were still loyal, they were outside in my backyard, while I was stuck in the bedroom. There were no more tricks up my sleeve, no more traps to spring, no more cards to play. Tryst turned my own pawns against me and captured my king.

Check ... and mate!

The pokemon at the foot of my bed made way for the Queen. Tryst stood with head held high, looking like the smuggest damn lizard in the entire world. My gaze narrowed. "There you are ... you manipulative little bitch."

Tryst accepted the insult as if it were a compliment. But Rufio growled, choking me tight. "Do not speak to the Mistress that way! She is perfect and loving and pure."

"Grrk! Ruf, man," I gasped for breath, "we're gonna have a long, long talk later. You won't like it."

Grinning wide, the triumphant salazzle approached slowly, her hips swaying, tail arcing to and fro as she spread more of her pheromones. It was already filling my lungs: so musky and sweet. Arceus, I hated her. I hated that covetous gaze, that toothy grin. I hated the way she strutted about, the way she looked at me like I was prey to be feasted on. I hated everything about her!

I looked around the room, furious at the pokemon holding me down. "Well I hope you're happy, all of you. I hope you're reeeeal happy. Tryst, you finally got me where you want me. You won, alright? Is that what you want to hear? You finally won ... now wipe that stupid grin off your stupid face!" Tryst growled in approval. I turned my head. "And Rufio, congrats: you finally got me to bang a pokemon. The rest of you ... what are you here for? Are we gonna do one big pokemon orgy!?"

Rufio tightened his headlock. "No. The Mistress has eyes for you and you alone. It pains us greatly, but we are only here to assist in the mating."

"Arceus, you're just gonna hold me down and watch? I don't know if that's better or worse ..."

At Tryst's orders, the scyther cut my clothes away, slicing through my belt with ease. "Hey, hey! Wait! Lemee take them off! Oh, come on! I loved that shirt!" The other pokemon began ripping the shreds off and tossing them to the floor.

"The Mistress takes no chances." Rufio said. Within moments I was naked, or close enough to it.

Tryst blew a gust of pheromones across my body. There was no point in trying to hold my breath. I could already feel it teasing my brain, dampening my resistance. I closed my eyes, breathed it in, and exhaled it in a long sigh. I'm ashamed to admit I had thought about this moment, even fantasized about it. But I never thought it'd actually happen – especially not like this. I was about to become a pokefucker. And there was no going back.

I opened my eyes. "Let's get this over with. Tryst ... come and get me!"

The salazzle's eyes opened wide. The lizard wasted no time and pounced between my legs. I couldn't believe how fast she put her mouth on my dick. Her hands were all over me, exploring my muscles and bare skin. She raked her claws against me just enough to leave marks. Ouch!

Tryst wrapped her snake-like tongue around my flaccid cock and took me into her mouth. She felt like a furnace compared to my air-conditioned room. She took every inch of me down her long snout and squeezed tight. I could feel myself getting hard, and fast. My dick grew longer, pushing deeper into her mouth. The head of my cock rubbed against the ridges on the roof of her mouth. The salazzle growled with delight as she felt me grow stiff between her jaws. Arceus, it's like she was starving! I've never seen anyone so hungry for cock in my life. She's probably been wanting this for weeks ...

This wasn't what I was expecting ... I thought that she'd take things slow, tease me endlessly and make me beg like some pathetic slave. Instead I got a salazzle pent-up from weeks of anticipation. She was being way too rough on me, like she was desperate to get me hard. I tried to pull my hips way, but my struggle only excited her.

Minutes passed like seconds. Tryst pulled off of me with a gasp. My now-erect cock slammed against my stomach with a wet slap. She looked legitimately proud of her work. But the salazzle couldn't keep her snout away, and went to licking me down the length of my cock with an uncommon eagerness. It's like I had The Most Interesting Dick In the World. Something about her enthusiasm resonated with me.

"Hot damn ..." I whispered.

Tryst flinched at the sound of my voice. The lizard seemed to remember something. Her gaze met mine, a grin spread across her scaly lips. Uh oh ... I shoulda kept my mouth shut!

Keeping eye contact, Tryst slowly, deliberately stretched her tongue out of her mouth. That pink, snake-like organ wrapped around my cock one ... then twice, sliding across my girth like a snake. She wrapped her slender fingers around my base and squeezed, her claws pricking my skin. Tryst held that pose, with her tongue wrapped me like a barber pole. Her eyes stared into mine ... seemingly waiting for a reaction. I felt her hot breath wash over my balls. I throbbed in her tongue's serpentine embrace. Her tongue squeezed me in response, but she remained still.

"Why are you doing this?" I blurted out, feeling annoyed. "Is this a part of your game?"

Tryst remained still as a statue.

I shook my hips in frustration. "Dammit Tryst, I'm your trainer, not your plaything!"

A throaty hum escaped Tryst's throat, and she wriggled her hips against my mattress.

"You're not gonna make me beg. You wanted this, not me!"

Tryst wiggled and squirmed even more.

"Just do it already!"

Rufio tightened his chokehold. "You do not get to order the Mistress around."

I grit my teeth. "Rufio, I swear I'm gonna replace you with a cereal box mood ring."

Tryst, having enjoyed my outburst thoroughly, relented and began to work me with that tongue. It glided up and down my length, squeezing and pulsing along the way. I groaned. It was like being jerked off ... but, so so much better. My toes curled as her tongue worked me over. I couldn't believe Tryst wanted to pleasure me like this. It was flattering. This lovely, perfect salazzle, with her beautiful charcoal gray and bright pink scales ...

Dammit, her pheromones were already messing with my head.

I wanted to stretch out, but the pile of pokemon holding me down were starting to make my limbs ache. "Can you let me loose, now?"

"No," Rufio said. "You cannot be trusted until you've given the Mistress your seed."

"You mean I have to cum, first!? Oh, come on!" I tried to shake my left leg. "Seriously, Rocko, you're cutting off my circulation." The rhydon flinched in surprise. The big, burly pokemon had my whole leg under his chest. "Yes, you, ya big lunkhead!" Rocko looked to Tryst for what to do. She hissed at him, and the rhydon shook his head at me.

"If you want to be released, you must give the Mistress what she wants."

"Arceus, Rufio, that's messed up ..." I relaxed and tried to concentrate on the pleasure.

Tryst squeezed the base of my cock. I could already feel pre-cum building. I flexed and a spurt of it shot out at surprising speed, landing on Tryst's snout. She looked surprised, but licked herself clean in a flash. She growled in approval at the taste, and immediately went back to working my shaft. That tongue was heaven to me: the way it slid up and down my shaft, curling around my tip every so often, spreading more and more of her hot, ashy saliva ... Arceus, she was even playing with my balls, gently squeezing and tugging them. How did this salazzle somehow know exactly what to do? Did her last owner train her for this!?

Tryst seemed to be enjoying herself, too. The salazzle stretched her hind legs out on the bed and rocked her hips against the mattress. Some of the entranced pokemon leaned closer to her haunches, taking in her aroused scent. The totodile made a bold move, ducking his snout between her legs for a lick. Hissing angrily, Tryst swatted his nose away with her tail, causing him to yelp and retreat. I actually felt bad for him.

I couldn't hold back my moans any longer. Tryst was working me with expert precision. Every time I leaked a bit of pre-cum, she lapped it all up like it was candy. Maybe it was the pheromones talking, but I swore that Tryst was better at giving head than any girl I've been with. She may not have the soft lips for suction, but the way that tongue squeezed and glided down my shaft more than made up for it. How many dicks has this pokemon sucked before!?

Tryst's tongue finally retreated into her mouth. She was panting from arousal, but seemed to have worked out a lot of her initial impatience and excitement. I watched, silent as my cock twitched in her long lizard fingers. She squeezed me tight in response, growling with approval. The salazzle gave me a devious look. She opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue. But she hesitated, not going back down on me just yet, seemingly putting her open maw on display for me. I groaned in frustration – which only seemed to arouse her further, as she wriggled her slit against my bedsheets. There's no question she was enjoying making me squirm.

My head was saturated with noxious pheromones. My mind was starting to turn ... because, now that I thought about it, being her toy sounded pretty nice, actually ... she's such a beautiful pokemon ... just look at those wanton eyes, her smooth scales, those shapely haunches ... I'd be honored to serve her every whim ... to be her willing sl–

No, no! Snap out of it, Riley! The salazzle may have won, but I still had my pride.

"Come on!" I yelled. "What are you waiting for, you stinky lizard?"

Tryst's eyes opened wide – that wasn't the reaction she was expecting. Her smile widened, she wriggled her hips even more. Arceus, it's like she's enjoying this more than I was.

"Do it!" I shook the bed. "Finish me off already!"

Tryst hummed in her throat, and an odd feeling washed over me. I think that she actually liked that I was still putting up a fight. She wrapped her mouth around my dick and put me back in heaven. I breathed a sigh of relief and basked in the warmth of her maw. Tryst sunk her head down until her snout was pressed firmly against my crotch. And then she twisted her head to the side. I saw a smirk out of the corner of her lips.

I was not prepared for what happened next.

She dropped her head, slamming her cheek flat against my hips and forcing my dick through the side of her mouth and straight down her throat. Her serpentine tongue wrapped tight around the base of my shaft. And she began to swallow ... again, and again, and again.

Arceus, it was unreal. I thrashed and moaned, my hips rising up on their own accord. How was she doing that without gagging!? She mashed her face against my crotch ... the lizard was trying to get it as deep in her throat as possible. From there she worked me forcefully, swallowing as loud slurping noises came from her open mouth. Her hot saliva spread all over my skin. My dick was leaking precum like crazy, shooting it down her throat. Her one hand kept a gentle squeeze on my balls, the other stroked and felt up my stomach. Tryst pulled back every so often to breathe, and every time my cock slid back into her throat I felt like I'd melt into the bedsheets.

The best blowjob I've ever had was coming from a pokemon. Maybe the pheromones were making it better than it really was ... but I was past caring. Arceus, I was in ecstasy! This damn lizard was sucking me as eagerly as a newborn miltank, and I've never been happier. I could feel the pressure rising ... I was gonna burst soon. I tried to weakly thrust into her mouth. I couldn't focus enough to resist the pheromones. This beautiful, perfect pokemon was giving me the time of my life and I could only hope my orgasm would please her.

Tryst sensed I was ready. She felt me stiffen and pulled me out of her throat just in time. She closed her eyes and clamped down hard as I unloaded into her mouth. A torrent of hot cum shot against the roof of her mouth. My whole body went rigid, the pokemon around me struggled to keep me pinned. I heard Rufio grunt in my ear as he tried to hold me down. As Tryst tasted my cum, the lizard closed her eyes and growled long and hard. She clamped down greedily, constricting me with her tongue, trying to draw more of my cum out. I gasped–it was almost too much to bear. I felt like my orgasm would never stop. I shut my eyes so tight that I saw lights. Tryst's growls filled the room as I shot four, five, six loads into her mouth.

And then, after what seemed like an eternity, my body relaxed, my mind returned from outer space, and Tryst slowly unfurled her tongue from my still-throbbing shaft. I dribbled out more cum onto my stomach. I didn't think it was possible for me to make such a mess ... it looked like I had been pent up for a month. Tryst's purple eyes narrowed into a devious stare, and she growled deeply as cum dripped out of her open jaws.

Arceus, that was my cum all over a pokemon's mouth ...

A shiver ran down Tryst's spine as she savored my seed. She swallowed, licked her lips, and began to lick my dick clean. It's like the lizard couldn't get enough! I stared, bewildered ... I didn't taste that good, did I? Never met a girl that loved the taste … and one actually was so turned off by it that it ruined sex (Fuck you, Janice!). Maybe salazzles had different taste buds from humans? Pheromones or no, watching her do that was hotter than a charizard's tail.

I panted hard, unable to take my eyes off this pokemon so eagerly lapping up my cum. I never really noticed just how perfect her dark gray scales complimented her violet and electric pink underbelly, or appreciated the way she stared at me with those indigo-hued, lust-drunk eyes ... she was the most beautiful pokemon I've ever owned.

"There ..." I gasped. "You got me to cum. Now get these pokemon off of me!"

Rufio looked to Tryst. She gave the signal, and the mob of pokemon finally released my arms and legs. I groaned in pain as I stretched my sore limbs. I looked around the pheromone-filled room, and was embarrassed to notice that all the males were starting to show their arousal. Some were already dripping pre-cum on my carpet. Gross. They must be jealous of me, jealous of the Mistress' attention ...

Ugh, snap out of it, Riley! She's a pokemon, not your mistress!

"Can we get them out of here?" I nodded to the pokemon. "It's creepy having them watch." The salazzle ducked her head, looking unsure if she was ready to trust me. "Come on, I'm not going anywhere."

Tryst judged me with harsh eyes. A growl welled up in her chest.

My mind raced to think of something she'd want to hear. "Please? I ... I want you, no ... I need you all to myself."

Tryst's eyes softened, and she hummed in her throat. The lizard grunted out an order and let her army of pokemon go. One by one they left the room, sullen and frustrated and needing a release. Now the salazzle was mine ... all mine.

She pounced forward and put her mouth on mine. I grunted in surprise as she spread her jaws and wrapped me in a deep kiss. I was hit with a rush of endorphins as I kissed her back. Her hands felt up my chest, her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. And I ... let her explore. I wanted her to explore. I moaned into her mouth.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, as salazzle tongue invaded my mouth, I felt grossed out. I couldn't believe I let a pokemon french kiss me ... a pokemon that just finished sucking my dick! But in my sex-drunken state, I couldn't bring myself to stop. I had lost the ability to feel disgust or shame. All that was left ... was lust.

Man, these pheromones were dangerous. I needed to get control of myself! Struggling, I put a hand on Tryst's chest and pushed. She resisted at first, but I finally managed to get her off of me. To my shock, her tongue lingered awhile before finally slipping from my lips and sliding back between hers. She fell back into a sitting position, straddling my dick.

"Get on it," I hushed, though I didn't need to tell her.

Tyst stood up, legs spread. Arceus, she looked perfect, standing there like that. Her scaly lizard slit was on display for me ... and, fuck me – I licked my lips at the sight of it. Her labial scales had puffed outward, and her clitoris had swelled enough to peek out. She was wet enough that a line of fluid dribbled down her inner thigh. She was wet ... for me. My dick was already preparing for round two. I held it up for her – still covered in her saliva.

She crouched down. I ran the tip of my cock along the cleft of her labial scales, felt the miniature furrows around her entrance. She was warm down there, the scales guarding her vent were tiny and supple to the touch, like soft, bumpy leather. I don't know what I had expected, really ... something scaly, rough, and uncomfortable, I guess.

As soon as the salazzle had lined up, she sat down with a slam and hilted me in an instant. Tryst arched her back and croaked out a gasp. I swore, grabbing her hips in reflex as her vent quivered around my girth. Arceus, she was so tight! Her vent radiated intense heat. I thought I was gonna melt. When her quivering calmed down, and Tryst's vice grip around my dick had relaxed, I loosened my grip of her haunches and opened my eyes. Her slit was spread wide around the base of my cock, fully exposing a horn-like clitoris that would have grossed me out were I not currently high on pheromones. That thing was huge ... no wonder salazzles love sex so much.

I looked further up, admiring this salazzle's curvy body and beautiful flame-patterned scales. When I met her eyes, Tryst wriggled her hips, clenched her vent around me, and let out a playful growl. This was the moment she had been waiting for … she bided her time for weeks, and now it was finally here. The salazzle looked so full of herself, so satisfied and indulgent!

I hated it. I hated it so much. And I ... I also loved it. Damn this lizard.

Tryst laid her palms on my shoulders and began riding me. She started slow, but within moments the lizard had thrown her head back and was bouncing harder than an hyperactive spoink. Good grief, she was so wet already ... and the way her puss glided around my cock had me questioning why I had ever resisted her in the first place. The bed began to squeak louder and louder. All I could do was moan and hold on as she pounded my hips. Her long tongue whipped through the air, like she was tasting our scents. Her hips bucked against mine with an enthusiasm bordering on hysterics. I've never laid with anyone this wild before!

I put my hands on her svelte, curvaceous frame. Her scales were so smooth under my fingers. I fell in love with the bumpy texture of her skin, the feel of her muscles moving underneath. As I felt her up, Tryst played into my touch, wiggling her body and showing off her curves. I admit that her flat chest was a turn-off to me – I was a man who loved my boobs. But hey: at least she didn't lie there and expect me to do all the work (fuck you, Janice!).

Tryst rode me with all the fury and aggression of a bucking tauros. I thought she was gonna break my box springs ... or even my dick! Tryst bounced so high that I kept slipping out of her, then she'd growl and smack me on the chest until I put it back in. Pretty soon my chest was red from all the slaps and scratches. But I didn't mind. I'd endure anything for her.

Arceus, these pheromones were making me pathetic! I needed to focus, hold onto whatever shred of dignity I could ...

Tryst could not sit still: she was always feeling me up, or tasting my skin, or trying out new angles to grind. Her muscular tail squirmed and wagged between my legs, like they were feeling up my calves. I couldn't believe it: this was a pokemon who loved my dick. Every little wiggle of her hips, every snort and growl and hiss she made, even the sound of her scales slapping against my skin was driving me crazy. My head was spinning; I swore the whole room was fogging up, and my dick had never felt this hard in my life. I wasn't sure if I was about to get sick or spontaneously orgasm.

... Fuck!

It was the latter, definitely the latter! I clenched her hips and held her down as I came inside of her. I had only lasted a few minutes, what the hell!? I felt like I was teenager again: a wide-eyed, naive trainer on the road with a heart dead-set on the Pokemon League. Danielle was at least seven years older than me. She actually laughed when it happened. I was so embarrassed ...

As my cock throbbed and twitched inside Tryst's tight vent, she wriggled her hips, and clenched her internal muscles. I gasped and groaned: her muscle control was unreal! It felt like she was milking me for more cum. When my orgasm subsided, I looked up at her. Tryst was grinning wildly. That smug lizard knew exactly what had happened ... she seemed to be expecting it!

Tryst did not dismount me. She had the audacity to expect a round three. And to my amazement ... I felt I could deliver. These pheromones had given me uncanny drive. Even just laying my eyes on this beautiful lizard had my dick jumping to get back into the action.

"You're not done yet, are you?" Growling playfully, Tryst grinded her hips on mine. "Heh ... that's what I thought."

I used the opportunity to sit up. I stuffed some pillows behind me and leaned back against the headboard. Tryst wrapped her slender arms around my neck. And just like that, I was overwhelmed with a desire to kiss her. I dove in, she didn't object. She spread her jaws over my lips and we twisted tongues. And just like that, I was fully hard again. It was magical.

Tryst hooked her hind legs over my thighs. I grabbed her by the base of the tail. And we continued fucking. Me, a human, and this pokemon ... it didn't even feel strange anymore. Good gravy, Tryst was the perfect lover: A fun-sized nymphomaniac with a permanent case of Bedroom Eyes who loved to suck dick and ride cock like it was calling her name. I knew the pheromones were talking, but I didn't care: I was in love with this lizard!

Tryst puffed smoke from her nose. The lizard put all her weight on me, held me down, and showed me exactly what those hips could do. She rotated her pelvis upward, and switched from using her legs, to pushing off with her tail. I actually felt a change in which parts of her pussy I was rubbing against. She went slower this time, but harder ... pushing against me on every thrust. The headboard began a rhythmic thunk, thunk, thunk against the wall. I was in heaven. Arceus, even knowing her tail could do that ... it drove me crazy. Tails were the best! Especially salazzle tails!

Tryst's eyes unfocused. She grunted with every thrust, her tongue flopped out of her mouth. Man, for a pokemon her size, my dick was probably huge to her. And she loved it. I couldn't believe Tryst was having sex with my other pokemon when she had me around! They didn't deserve her ...

My gaze was drawn to that clit of hers, so clearly exposed with my cock spreading her little slit wide. It looked like a bright red strawberry, and was probably just as tasty. I wanted to ... I needed to pleasure her. She deserved it. I tried to go down on her as she rode me, but I wasn't that flexible. So I deftly sunk one hand and down there rubbed that nub like I was trying to start a fire. Tryst gasped, her hands jumped to mine, and she growled long and deep. I kept at it as long as I could, even as my forearm muscles began to burn. Tryst whimpered and growled as her climax bubbled under the surface. I could feel her clit pulse and throb under my fingers.

Her thighs quivered, and she threw her head back, gasping as her first orgasm overwhelmed her. I gripped her rump and continued my assault, causing Tryst to squeal and growl so much I was afraid I was hurting her. Her vent clenched and spasmed around my cock, and I felt her juices dribbling down my balls. Her tail thrashed between my legs, slamming against the inside of my thighs. Getting her to orgasm turned me on so much that I came again. We held each other tight, gasping and shivering as I pumped another load into her tight little vent.

Tryst's orgasm subsided, and she collapsed on me, momentarily dazed. I couldn't believe how happy that made me! I had finally shared a fraction of the love I felt for her. I didn't care about the sex anymore ... I just wanted to make her feel good. It was the least I could do for the salazzle who gifted me the greatest present in the world: herself.

I looked up at her with heart-struck eyes and drunkenly slurred the words: "I love you."

Tryst came to a slow stop. She rested her hips and put her hands on the shoulders. And she smiled at me. A beautiful, perfect, adoring smile.

And then, for a moment, it's like a mirror had cracked in my mind.

Something was off.

I saw no love in Tryst's expression. Instead, I saw the narrow-eyed, piercing gaze of a predator who had finally caught her prey. The long-fingered hands she wrapped around me were not for comfort or intimacy ... they clutched me with rapturous greed. The toothy smile she wore was the grin of a salazzle who had finally won, and was basking in every precious second of her victory.

... and I remembered how much I fucking hated that.

But then the thought passed like a leaf in the wind. And as Tryst started riding me again, I remembered that I was with my perfect, adoring lover, and everything was fine.

No ... no: something was wrong! I needed to get back to that thought, to feel that emotion. Which emotion was it? Dammit! The pheromones clung to my every thought, slowing me down. I felt like my train of thought was chugging through a thick, muddy bog.

"Tryst ... Tryst," I muttered.

The salazzle hummed in her throat. She rocked my hips, riding my cock like it was meant for her and her alone. My balls were soaked from our combined juices. She felt so good, her vent was so tight ... no, no! Concentrate. Fight through the haze ... why am I fighting, again?

"Tryssssst," I slurred.

Growling, Tryst licked my cheek with a long, lingering caress of her tongue. I looked up at my lover again, to gaze upon her perfect beauty ...

And I saw that smile.

It returned to me: that tinge of anger, like a little candle in a dark room. I clung onto that flame. Kindled it. Let it grow. Yes, Tryst wanted me ... Arceus, she wanted me bad. Her lust was real, the sex was real. But it's never just sex with salazzles: this was also a game of control. A game I couldn't let her win.

"Tryst ..."

The sex was real. The lust was real. The love was not.

"Tryst, I ... I have to ..."

My fingers dug into her haunches. My hands trembled. I hated to see her win.

I couldn't let her win!

"Rrrah!" I threw her off of me with one great heave. Tryst screeched in surprise as she tumbled through the air. She rolled off the bed and clawed her way back onto the mattress, panting hard.

I rose up on my knees. "Oh, you slimy little temptress! You almost had me!"

Tryst hissed. She adopted a defensive stance, curling up into a ball with her tail around her legs.

"Rrrgh, just looking at you makes me want to hug you and kiss you and love you forever … and …" I grabbed my head. "And these aren't my real thoughts! It's so twisted and perverse! Fuck your pheromones! And fuck you!"

Tryst growled. She snapped her jaws at me. I knew what I had to do. I may have been seething with anger, but the pheromones were still flooding my brain. My fists were rock hard, but so was my dick.

I couldn't bring myself to hurt her, but man ... I was gonna make her pay.

I grabbed Tryst by the tail. Her eyes bugged out as I dragged her to me. She put her claws out, digging into the bedsheets and tearing them to ribbons. I jerked her tail skyward and rammed my cock back in her. A squawk escaped Tryst's throat; her tight little vent spasmed around my girth. She tried to squirm away. I hooked my hands around her thighs and pulled hard, hilting her in an instant.

I fucked Tryst hard and rough. She squirmed and fought in my grip. Every time we crashed hips, harsh grunts escaped her mouth. I grabbed her head and shoved it into the mattress. "You like eating the bedsheets, huh? Yeah, it's not so fun when the tables are turned!"

Looking back at it now, I feel silly typing it out. But you gotta understand: the pheromones were constantly swirling in my mind: if I didn't hold onto the rage, they'd take over again. The only way to stay sane was to hatefuck her with my rageboner.

At first, Tryst remained stiff in my arms, looking uncomfortable and conflicted. Yet as minutes passed, and the damn lizard began to push back.

"Eh?" I looked down at the salazzle I was dominating.

Tryst's lavender eyes stared back at me. She panted with mouth agape, her pink tongue out on the bed. But she had gotten her bearings, and – fuck me – she was actually liking it.

I realized this must be a new experience for Tryst. Salazzles are always the aggressor, the one in control. Tryst has always had sex on her own terms, never anyone else's. But now she was the one to be held down and mated mercilessly … this was strange, new, and exciting!

Dammit, I couldn't even hatefuck her properly.

Tryst lifted her tail higher for me – I no longer had to hold it up. I felt her muscles straining, her scaly skin bunched into rolls around her tail base. I slammed into her haunches, creating a wet slapping sound of skin crashing into scales. Tryst squealed and crooned on every thrust. Her tight salazzle puss was dripping wet. Every crash of our hips, my dick spread her scaly slit wide, forcing droplets of pussy juice to fall onto the torn bedsheets.

Her tail slithered across my chest, feeling me up. She wrapped the tip of her tail around the back of my neck and those dense tail muscles gripped me tight. Tryst's reptilian groans filled the room. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her tongue flopped listlessly out of her mouth. The rough dicking I was giving this salazzle was driving her crazy!

The air was saturated with musky pheromones. The room seemed to rock and spin. I pushed her shoulders down into the bed, forced her down. She grunted and churred, wiggling her hips in response. I bent forward, putting my hands down on the bed aside her shoulders. Her thick tail pushed against my stomach. I wasn't even sure if her tail could bend that much, but we made it work.

Panting hard, Tryst wriggled in the throes of lust … but her gaze drifted back to me. And her eyes narrowed. She licked her lips and growled approvingly. Arceus, that turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I fucked her with all the love and fury I mustered – shaking the entire bed with every thrust. Tryst's neck went rigid, her mouth agape in a silent moan as my dick worked that salazzle puss hard.

Crooning, Tryst bit into the mattress and held on tight. Her long fingers grasped at the sheets, bunching them up and pulling on them. And still she rocked her hips against mine! If I so much as paused for a breather, she'd pick up the pace, thrusting her hips against me and driving me deep inside her puss again. Arceus, this lizard would not quit! My dick was starting to hurt. How long had we been going? We had to stop before I passed out!

"I need to cum again." I panted. "I need to cum inside of you."

Tryst let out a low, feral growl that both terrified and enticed me. That really seemed to rile her up! Her tail wriggled against my chest. She pushed back into me, yearning for me to finish inside of her. Arceus, that only made me want her more. Tryst was the perfect lover … so annoyingly perfect!

Tryst's legs quivered, her body tensed up. I realized she was going to cum again, and the thought turned me on. Rrg, I couldn't get her love out of my mind! I focused that rage into every thrust. The salazzle arched her spine and crooned as the throes of climax overwhelmed her. The lizard made sounds I'd never heard before. I held her close as her vent quivered around my cock, leaking even more juices. Arceus, those muscles of hers were magical! It's like she was trying to get me to cum!

It was too much to bear. I felt my orgasm coming fast. I gripped her haunches tight and exploded inside of her one last time, gasping as the pleasure overwhelmed me. Her tail slid down, curled around my waist. She wrapped that long muscular tail around me and held on so tight that I couldn't pull out, even if I wanted to. We stayed locked together as our juices mixed deep in her vent. Her quivering vent accepted every last ounce of cum my taxed body could muster. Arceus, this lizard was going to be the death of me.

I held on until the euphoria passed. And then I let go and fell backward onto the bed, hitting my noggin against the headboard. Tryst collapsed onto her stomach, her spread thighs still quivering and her twitching tail raised in a limp arch. I saw my cum leaking out of that scaly lizard slit and onto the bedsheets … and seeing that filled me with a mix of disgust and arousal. I was glad when that tail finally relaxed, hiding my debauchery from view.

I laid still and tried to catch my breath. I was overheated and exhausted and my balls had been completely drained. My dick ached, my legs burned, and my body's many scratches stung from the sweat. My bed sheets were torn to ribbons and drenched with salazzle fluids. I'd never had sex that intense in my life! And it was with a pokemon, of all things … ugh. Cool it, Riley: it's just the pheromones.

Tryst rolled onto her back, her petite chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted. The salazzle had finally been sated, thank goodness: my dick was still hard, but I didn't have anything left in me. Panting still, Tryst slipped her long fingers deep in her vent, then pulled them out and licked them clean. Gross. She did this a few times, then – with a strained grunt – she sat up and began cleaning her messy slit, slipping her tongue deep inside herself and noisily slurping up all the cum she could find.

I watched her, too tired to move, and struggled with the artificial love I felt for her in my mind. I was happy that I got her to cum, happy that she seemed satisfied … and that's so twisted! This damn lizard forced me to have sex with her ... and now I'm the one feeling grateful?! I hated myself, I hated that I got too cocky, I hated that I didn't anticipate that she'd turn my own pokemon on me, and I hated that she twisted my mind into falling in love with her.

Most of all, I hated that she won.

But in the end, as we both lay on our bed, exhausted and satisfied, I had to admit one thing: losing ... felt pretty good, actually. Tryst was wild, and so was the sex! It wasn't anywhere near as weird as I was expecting (though still a bit weird). I might not mind letting her win again, if she goes easy on the pheromones next time.

I wondered what this meant for me. I was now a pokefucker. Or – hell … I might as well start using the proper term now: pokephile. My life was never gonna be the same. Even if we never screw again, I'll still always have this on my conscious. And what of Tryst? Did she consider me her slave now? Was she going to try and control me just as she did the rest of my pokemon? I couldn't let that happen. I had so many questions ...

When the exhausted lizard had finished cleaning herself, she crawled to me, claws digging into my skin as she pulled herself up. She then licked my dick clean, meticulously lapping up our combined fluids off my shaft and balls. What was it about the taste that she loved so much? Her nose sniffed around, looking for more. When she could find none, the lizard curled up against me and rested her head on my chest with a satisfied burp. Her eyes closed. Her hand went down to my dick. She wrapped it up in her fingers and clutched it tight: her new favorite toy. She wasn't ordering me around, she wasn't humiliating me ... the lizard just wanted to cuddle. That's something I've never seen her do before, not with any other pokemon.

Maybe Rufio was right about Tryst mating for pleasure, too. Maybe, sometimes … salazzle sex really is just sex.

... I could get used to this.

I stayed in bed with Tryst for a few minutes, enjoying her company. But I felt a headache coming on. Wasn't sure if it was pheromone sickness or the dehydration. Maybe both – I should get some water. I sat up slowly, careful not to disturb Tryst. Ugh, the whole room was spinning. I felt nauseous. I opened up my windows all the way and stumbled to the door, completely naked.

I opened up the door and swore in surprise of lay before me. "Rufio! What the hell? Gross, dude!"

My lucario laid in the hallway, back against the wall. He panted hard. His furry chest was covered in cum, and his red rocket was still twitching. His eyes glanced my way. "The Demon Lizard left us all full of lust and needing relief. When you mated her, your auras bloomed with desire, and they ... resonated with me."

"So you ..." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "You got off ... using our auras? That's seriously weird, Ruf."

"Master ... I am sorry."

I sighed. "It's fine."

"No, I am sorry I betrayed you. We all betrayed you. I beg for forgiveness."

"It's not your fault, lil buddy. I forgive you." I stepped over him and made way for the kitchen.

"I would not go out there if I were you."

I froze. "What?"

"There is a human thing – an embarrassing thing."

I rubbed my forehead. "Arceus, you mean ...?"

"Your other pokemon … needed relief, too."

"Right ..." And just like that, I realized that water from the bathroom sink was just as good!

I returned to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. Tryst sprawled herself across my bed, her eyes still blissfully closed. As I filled up a cup of water from the connecting bathroom, I heard Rufio's telepathy reach me from the hallway.

"Master ... I am happy you have finally mated a pokemon. This is great news."

I sighed and took a much-needed drink of cool water. And why is that, I wondered.

"Because the Demon Lizard is not the only pokemon who desires you."

I spat water all over the mirror.

THE END