The sun was shining brilliantly as it sank down in the distance, gracing a huffing Machoke with its last warm rays. Winter had only recently relinquished its hold on the Johto region, so it was with some sadness that the Pokemon on Mt. Mortar said goodbye to the sun and retreated to their homes and nests.

Not so much for a certain Machoke though. Even in the decreasing light of dusk, he continued to lug around heavy rocks and boulders, lifting giant masses of stone several times his own weight. Like all Pokemon of his kind, he loved physical exercise, and he certainly didn’t lack the narcissism Machoke were famed for. He loved nothing more than working out and improving his physique.

His current obsession with exercise didn’t stem from something as trivial as his own image though. No, the reason he was beating himself up was something altogether more primal. It was spring, and to most Pokemon, spring meant only one thing…

Mating season.

No doubt, by now Mt. Mortar was filled with Pokemon couples of all shapes and sizes, fucking each other’s brains out and passing on their genes to the next generation.

Machoke, though? Not so much.

Female Machokes were hard to find any time of the year, and even more so during the mating season. Every single one on Mt. Mortar (a whopping five in total, hurray!), had been claimed already by a bunch of Machamps who outclassed him in every way possible.

Needless to say, this left very little choice for Machoke, and he had pushed himself on his training ever since the mating season started. It was a nice way to let off some steam. And who knew, with enough work he might just be able to evolve one day and claim one of the females for his own!

For now though, he was on his own and as dusk turned into night, the reptilian powerhouse decided he had had enough. With a grunt he threw his final boulder to the ground. His muscles were drenched with sweat and still reeled from the exercise as he sat down and watched the sky, breathing great gulps of air.

Twinkling stars looked down on him from above. Machoke gave an exhausted snort.

“Even twinkle-stars have mate…” he thought dejectedly. With a grunt, he rose to stand, breathing in deeply through his reptilian nose. He regretted doing so almost immediately. During the mating season, the grass type Pokemon in the forests surrounding Mt. Mortar unleashed a metric ton of pheromones into the air and there wasn’t a living thing in the area that didn’t feel their effects.

Machoke hissed in annoyance as he felt the spandex tights he was wearing strain against a budding erection.

All in all, as Machoke walked the road back to his cave, it looked like his right hand was going to get ample exercise tonight…

-

After a short walk, Machoke reached his destination: the cave he called his home, situated on the side of Mt. Mortar. When he had first claimed it as his home, he had made certain nobody else could find it. A large boulder, not unlike the ones he had been lifting earlier, guarded the entryway. Only someone as strong as a Machoke would be able to push it around, and he was the only Machoke who knew where to look. With a rumbling grunt, his muscles showed their power one more time as he rolled the boulder sideways before entering and rolling it back in place again.

With his makeshift boulder-door in place, you’d think Machoke’s cave would be pitch black, right? You’d be mistaking though, because a large crystal, roughly the size of Machoke himself dominated the center of his circular cave, casting a pulsing yellow light that illuminated the small space nicely.

Machoke sat himself down on the pile of leaves and moss he used as a makeshift bed before grabbing a handful of berries from his nearby stash.

“My my, you sure look like you’ve had a rough day!”

A mysterious voice rang out through the small cave and Machoke yelped in surprise. He snapped around so fast he could feel the muscles in his neck twisting unnaturally as his eyes found the strange intruder the voice belonged to.

There, floating half a meter above the ground was an Alakazam. A creature Machoke had only heard of in stories.

“Oh my, I’m sorry… Did I frighten you?”

Machoke could hear the words, but the yellow-ish brown creature before him never moved its mouth.

“I didn’t mean to give you a scare… I’m just having some difficulties communicating with someone of your… Well-… Limited mental capabilities.”

Alakazam’s voice, in his head, sounded somewhat like a collection of old brass bells, echoing all throughout his mind. The psychic Pokemon gave a slight smirk when Machoke finally found his voice again.

“W-who you are?!” he grunted, his baritone voice echoing through the small cave. “How you get in cave?!”

“Ah! He can talk!” the Alakazam giggled, a sparkling sound resounded in his mind as she locked eyes with him. “And so forward too! I like that in a man…”

Only now did Machoke briefly pause to notice the Alakazam hovering before him was actually a female. Her body showed very few signs and especially the mustache didn’t exactly help, but there was a definite femininity in her mental voice.

“My. Cave!” Machoke grunted firmly, pointing his fat finger into his well-developed chest muscles before following on a more threatening tone. “Not your cave! Get out!”

The Alakazam snickered soundlessly in the physical world. In Machoke’s mind, the clanging of bells nearly made his ears ring.

“Trust me, leaving would be the last thing on my mind, my pumped-up friend!” she joked, completely unimpressed by Machoke’s demands.

 Rising in annoyance, Machoke cleared the distance between himself and the psychic type in a single step, standing face to face with Alakazam. He flexed his muscles and growled.

“Me no friend!” he rumbled threateningly, pointing a muscular finger at the Alakazam’s mustache. “And if whiskers no leave cave NOW, me will punch whiskers out!”

Almost immediately, Machoke regretted ever making that threat. Alakazam’s voice in his mind took on a more sinister tone, the bells replaced by haunting violin sounds as her eyes glowed pink. With a jerk, Machoke’s body became rigid as an unseen force pushed him to the other end of the cave where it held him in place, hovering twenty centimeters above the ground.

“That’ll be Mrs. Whiskers to you, Chumps! And you’d do well to remember that, next time you decide to threaten me…”

Still floating cross-legged, the psychic type hovered closer towards him until they were once again face-to-face. “Now, as much as I enjoy toying with your slow little mind… I did not come here to exchange threats! I’m here for something much more, Chumps…”

“What… you here… for?!” Machoke forced out, Alakazam’s psychic restraints had made it difficult for him to move his mouth. “And… My name… not Chumps!”

The Alakazam casually waved his comment away, slowly rotating a small spoon in her bony left hand.

“Doesn’t matter. For me, tonight, you are Chumps. End of story!”

Straining against his bonds again, Machoke looked at her with a mixture of anger and wonder on his face.  He huffed. For now, maybe it was best to play along. She did have him in a pretty much unbreakable psychic hold, after all.

He relented, his shoulders lowering a little as his voice lost its growl. “What Whiskers want from Chumps?”

The Alakazam tutted softly, waving a single bony finger before his eyes.

“What did I tell you, Chumpy?” she said in a singsong mind voice. “For you, it’s Mrs. Whiskers!”

The Machoke harrumphed, causing the psychic type to slowly shake her head.

“Now… Repeat after me!” her eyes glowed a brilliant pink, and Machoke could feel his mouth opening involuntarily.

“Mrs… Whiskers.”

“Mrs… Whiskers” Chumps felt himself say, forced by the powerful psychic’s mental powers.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Mrs. Whiskers chuckled happily.

“What Mrs. Whiskers want with Chumps?!” the Machoke repeated, getting increasingly annoyed in his incapacitated state.

“It’s quite simple what I want, my anabolic amigo…” Mrs. Whiskers mental voice echoed into the distance as she locked eyes with him.

“I want you…”

Chumps grunted in surprise. Him? She wanted him?

“M-… Me?” he stuttered, his baritone voice several octaves higher than normal. Mrs. Whiskers smiled brightly and nodded.

“Correct! It can be taught!”

Machoke balled his fists and struggled again against the psychic bonds, to no avail.

“Stop make jokes! Me no made for funny!” he growled.

The Alakazam giggled lightly as she hovered closer, using one of her bony fingers to caress his cheek. “Then stop making it so terribly easy Chumpy!”

The Machoke snorted and was about to bat her hand away if it wasn’t for her psychic powers preventing him.

Mrs. Whiskers chuckled. With eyes glowing pink, she guided him into a cross-legged seat, as though he was a child at school, listening intently to his teacher.

“Allow me to explain…” the psychic type started, “as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, the season of spring has finally arrived and all over the world Pokemon are enjoying it through celebration, fornication and procreation!”

Chumps looked at her with a blank-faced expression.

“Forni-wha?” he mumbled slowly.

Mrs. Whiskers chuckled again as she shook her head, her sizable mustache swaying along.

“Let me put it in words your tiny little brain can process…”

She brought her mouth close to his ear, and the mental voice inside Machoke’s head suddenly sounded as though a whisper.

“They are fucking, Chumps…” she whispered, “screwing around, doing the deed, making whoopee… In short, sweetie, they are mating!”

“Chumps KNOWS!” he growled through gritted teeth, a pulsing vein evident on his temple. “Mrs. Whiskers just puts salt in wounds…”

“I know sweetie…” the Alakazam nodded emphatically. “I’ve kept my eyes on you for a while now. There aren’t a whole lot of lady Machoke to go around, are there?”

Chumps looked away and shrugged.

“No…” he admitted. “All of them, already taken by strong Machamp… Chumps all alone…”

“Maybe I could ease your burden…”

Chumps snapped at attention and stared at her with eyes wide in surprise. Had-… Had he heard that right?

“Wha-… What you mean, Mrs. Whiskers?” he asked in surprise. The psychic type eyed him with a sly grin.

“There’s a reason I came to you tonight…” she admitted, “you see, as an Alakazam, I go into heat just like any other species. I just tend to do so a little less often… About once every five years, to be precise…”

Alakazam were known for their incredible mental powers and their indomitable self-control, but what Mrs. Whiskers said next made even her blush a deep shade of red.

“This year is one of my heat seasons again…”

Chumps swallowed audibly. Only now did his reptile-like nostrils fully acknowledge the faintly sweet scent that seemed to ooze from the psychic type before him. Before he had the chance to open his mouth and ask, Mrs. Whiskers continued.

“Now… There is a Mister Whiskers in my life...Make no mistake, I’m not looking for love tonight. But, my husband-… he-… He hasn’t exactly been able to satisfy me lately, and quite frankly I’m tired of it!”

The Machoke’s eyes pupils narrowed as he started to slowly realize where Mrs. Whiskers was heading. Cold sweat dripped down from his back as the psychic type hovered closer and placed one of her bony hands on his crotch.

“This time, I want a REAL man to satisfy my needs!”

“Y-… You want… You want Chumps to-… to-?!” Chumps stuttered. For all the strength and bravado his species had, this unusual request had floored him. Mrs. Whiskers looked him straight in the eyes, without a sliver of doubt hiding in her eyes.

“I want you to fuck me Chumps. I want to feel you inside me and I want you to make me feel exactly what I’ve been missing out on!”

“B-… But-… You are-… and Chumps is-…!”

“You have to agree though… It’s a good deal, is it not?” the Alakazam purred in his mind.

“You satisfy my desires and I satisfy yours. No strings attached too… My powers will stop you from getting me pregnant… Doesn’t that sound appealing?”

Chumps wiggled around in his cross-legged position. On one side, the mysterious intruding psychic type had a very interesting offer. She was more or less offering to take his virginity and not just that, but after the deed would be done, there was no chance of any offspring! No kids demanding his attention or weighing him down like a millstone. It felt like a once in a lifetime opportunity…

But still… She was an Alakazam, and not a Machoke or a Machamp. The idea of mating with her felt foreign, even a little bit wrong. Not to mention the fact that, despite her flattery and flirting, Mrs. Whiskers didn’t exactly look appealing. Her skin was wrinkled, brown and felt like parchment, her hands were bony and thin and the massive mustache that dominated her facial features wasn’t exactly showing her femininity either. Even though she had her hands on his crotch, his member didn’t even stir.

“I see… You’re hesitating aren’t you?” Mrs. Whiskers noted with a tone of sadness. The Machoke wiggled uneasily and looked away with a blush.

“Chumps… Chumps sorry…” he mumbled.

“I wonder though… Would this perhaps help?”

Chumps felt his jaw grow slack, as Mrs. Whiskers suddenly seemed to glow in a bright pink light. Within the glow, her body seemed to shimmer and change in what the fighting type could only describe as transformation. Her bony arms and legs seemed to blow up like balloons until they had just the right amount of mass. At the same time her narrow hips expanded as well and her entire body seemed to form a brilliant set of curves. In a flash, the mustache that had dominated her face disappeared while, at the same time, her parchment-like skin seemed to smooth out and shine. Finally, two mounds sprouted from her brown chest, quickly growing in size until they were about a handful to the stunned Machoke. Two black nipples and areola adorned the first set of naked breasts Chumps had even seen.

Now before him, hovering maybe an inch above the ground, was the sexiest, most well shaped and most endowed psychic type he had ever seen. As his eyes roamed over her body, Chumps could feel himself growing hard, harder than he had ever been before while masturbating. When he noticed the Alakazam’s light pink labia, out for all to see and shining with wetness, it was a small miracle his hard-on didn’t cause his tight spandex pants to snap. 

“Ah, I see I managed to make an impression now!” Mrs. Whiskers chuckled, batting her eyelashes as she let her hands move across her curves. Chumps merely nodded, his eyes still glued to the area between her legs.

“So… Are you still hesitating about fucking me, Chumpy?” she cooed. He snapped to attention.

“No! No, no! Chumps not hesitating no more, Chumps wants to!” he babbled eagerly.

“Chumps wants to-… to mate with Mrs. Whiskers!”

Mrs. Whiskers chuckled inwardly. “Ah, what a little hypnosis can’t do for you…”

She got out of her cross-legged position as she floated down closer towards Chumps. When she was face to face with the enormous bulge in his spandex, she gently placed her silky soft hand between his legs.

“Now, let’s see what kind of meat we’re dealing with today-…” she said, a mounting sense of excitement evident in her mental voice.

“Oh my…”

The Machoke’s member sprang up as she stripped him of his spandex. He-… He was absolutely massive! His dick had the same grey color as the rest of his body and featured eight red stripes across its length, not unlike the red stripes he had on his biceps. He was seriously thick as well, easily twice as broad as her bony arms were in her.

Mrs. Whiskers ogled Chumps’ genitals in awe. Mr. Whiskers had nothing on this guy! Her husband’s member was microscopic compared to this beast. She knew then, without a doubt, that if Chumps would hold on for more than the couple of seconds her husband usually held out for before cumming, she had hit the jackpot.

“Goodness gracious, you’re an impressive man Chumpy!” she complimented as she stroked his member softly. After doing everything with her mind alone, actually physically touching him there was a completely new experience for the Alakazam. It exhilarated her like nothing else!

 Chumps chuckled nervously, his entire body shaking with pent up sexual energy and nerves, a grin on his face.

“T-thanks Mrs. Whiskers!”

The Alakazam looked him in the eyes and smiled eagerly before returning her attention to his rod.

For a moment, the psychic type felt the almost irresistible desire to put him into her mouth, but she resisted in the end. Despite her heat, she was still a being of mental power and giving Chumps a blowjob felt beneath her position right now. First and foremost, she was here to satisfy her needs, not his!

“You know… humans have a saying…” Mrs. Whiskers breathed huskily as she turned around and gently hovered down to the ground, where a bunch of pillows magically appeared on which she laid herself down. On her back, she spread her legs, opening her core to the eager Machoke and inviting him in.

“They say the size is not important. Rather, it’s how well you use it… So, Chumpy, ready to show me how well you can use that impressive meat of yours?”

“Y-yes! Yes!” the Machoke grunted as he scuffled over to her. On his knees, he settled in between her thighs before he placed the tip of his member against her lower lips. Neither the buff fighter nor the skinny intellectual could repress a shudder of anticipation. But Chumps wasn’t a patient Pokemon, and his kind never grasped the finer details of foreplay. With a mighty grunt, he pushed in, burying his entire length into his psychic lover.

“YES!” Mrs. Whiskers writhed in pleasure. “Oh SHIT that feels good!”

“Oooh… Mrs-… Mrs. Whiskers!” Chumps groaned in pleasure. The Alakazam’s inner muscles were squeezing him hard as she got used to his size. As for the Machoke himself, he couldn’t believe he had finally found a mate, even if it was a being as unusual as Mrs. Whiskers. Feeling her hot wetness pulsing around his shaft, he could hardly describe the pleasure.

“F-Feels… good!” the bodybuilder moaned.

“It’ll feel - ah! – even better if you start thrusting…” Mrs. Whiskers moaned in anticipation. If a single thrust already felt this good… She couldn’t wait for him to really get going!

“Go on love… Give me all you’ve got, you can’t break me!”

Chumps didn’t know what it was that unleashed the beast within him. It could have been Mrs. Whiskers’ encouragement, or it could have been the fact she called him ‘love’. Heck, for all he knew, it could’ve been because she was using her three-pronged feet to grasp his buttocks with amazing dexterity, pushing him further in. All he knew was that, from that moment on, there was no stopping him.

Unleashing something more akin to a roar than anything else, Chumps went to work, immediately setting a rapid pace as he pushed his thick meat in and out of Mrs. Whiskers’ moist core.

“Yes… YES!” the Alakazam cheered him on. “Keep going… Deeper! Faster! Give it to me all!”

And Chumps obliged. In, out. In, out. Push and pull. With every thrust, more of Mrs. Whiskers’ moistness covered his member, dripping down to form a small wet stain on the floor of his cave. Every thrust brought them closer to heaven as with every pump, Mrs. Whiskers slid a couple of centimeters across the rough cave floor, the only thing protecting her was a subconscious psychic barrier. The pillows she had conjured only moments earlier lay wasted by their side.

“Arceus… So this is what it can truly feel like…” the Alakazam pondered as pleasure coursed through her system and clouded her mind.

“All these years… Every mating season a waste, thanks to my husband, Mr. -Pre-Mature Ejaculation- Whiskers. All the time I’ve spent reading the minds of other Pokemon, trying to catch a glimpse, a taste of what mating truly feels like… I should’ve paid Chumps a visit a long time ago already!”

Meanwhile, Chumps was caught in his own thoughts as well as he continued to mate with the mysterious psychic type. Her altered body mesmerized him. Her strong, wide hips and her full, swaying breasts…

Curious, he grasped her right breast into his calloused hand and rubbed her nipple, causing the moaning Alakazam to let out a mental cry of pleasure that seemed to make his mind vibrate. With a smile, he redoubled his efforts, making deep, powerful thrusts that made his balls slap against her body every time with a satisfying slap.

And so, they continued on. The bony, frail and intellectual Alakazam urging the buff, muscular and slightly dimwitted Machoke on, pushing him towards his limits. The sheer physicality of it was unlike anything Mrs. Whiskers had felt before in her long life and she reveled in the pleasure of it.

Chumps was unlike any of the other Pokemon she had ever mated with before.  The Hypno who had been her first boyfriend, the Gallade who had been her second, and certainly not the Kadabra she had ended up marrying. None of them had held out more than a few moments and none of them packed the physical strength or size that Chumps brought.

“I-… I bet you never thought – ah! – you would end up fuckcing a – hmmmgh! – psychic type, now did you sweetie?” she murmured sweetly in between thrusts. Chumps grunted and halted his pumping for a moment, leaving him completely embedded inside her as he caught his breath.

“To be honest… Mrs. Whiskers…” he breathed, “Chumps thought he’d never lose virginity at all!”

He grasped both her breasts and gave short, shallow thrusts now, preferring to keep his member inside of the Alakazam as much as possible.

“Hmmmmgh- yes!... Glad to be of service! You’re - ah! – doing a damn fine job on your end of the deal too! You sure you’ve never pleasured a girl before?”

Chumps blushed brightly as his chest seemed to inflate with pride. “Trust Chumps… He very sure!”

“Hmm, you’ve got a talent then, Chumpy!” the psychic type complimented. She regarded him through heavy-lidded eyes until she suddenly gained an air of mischief.

“But this isn’t over yet… I wonder if you’ve got what it takes to last till the end!”

The Machoke narrowed his eyes and grunted.

“Mrs. Whiskers… Challenges Chumps?!”

“Maybe…!” she giggled. “I know you’re almost at your limit… I can sense it!”

She was right, of course, Chumps reckoned. Her amazingly tight pussy was driving him crazy and her beautiful breasts and body wasn’t exactly helping either. But he would be double damned if he didn’t take up her challenge.

“No… chance!” he moaned through gritted teeth. “Mrs. Whiskers just a fragile little lady… She too weak to resist Chumps for long!”

Mrs. Whiskers flashed him a mischievous smile as he towered over her, bending over her again as he resumed his long, deep thrusts.

“You - hmmmgh! – underestimate me, muscle mon! My body may be frail, but my mind is far more powerful than you can even begin to fathom!”

“Pfah, Mrs. Whiskers… just using fancy words… to hide she’s losing now!” Chumps shrugged.

“A final confrontation between muscles and mind-power, then?” the Alakazam’s mental voice sounded with the ring of a brass organ now as she gasped with pleasure. The psychic type and the fighting type looked one another in the eye, seeing their own determination mirrored in their partner’s eyes.

“You’re on, Chumps!”

“You’re on, Mrs. Whiskers!”

From then on, Chumps decided to hold nothing back. He hooked his arms under Mrs. Whiskers’ legs and lifted her pelvis up a bit, allowing him to thrust even deeper into her. Both of them cried out as he pounded his thick meat into her now, Chumps because her inner muscles completely enclosed his member and Mrs. Whiskers because he made her feel fuller than ever before and even managed to hit her womb from time to time.

As Chumps was holding nothing back, Mrs. Whiskers had to muster every bit of her considerable mental powers to keep her orgasm at bay. With eyes shut tight in concentration, she continued to take his beating, reveling in the pure pleasure it forced upon her.

Every couple of thrusts though, the Alakazam couldn’t suppress a high-pitched mental gasp. Wrapped up as they were in their lovemaking, neither of the two Pokemon noticed the bright yellow crystal in the middle of Chumps’ cave quickly growing in brightness. Every time Chumps pushed his member into Mrs. Whiskers, the crystal would grow brighter, eventually growing so bright as to be blinding to them as a low buzz started ringing around the cave.

“Chumps-… Chumps close!” the fighting type moaned through gritted teeth as sweat dripped from his body in copious amounts. Underneath him, Mrs. Whiskers tried to reply, but all Chumps could hear in his mind was a cacophony of brass bells, their ringing swelling with every thrust until he thought he might go deaf.

He knew he couldn’t hang on for much longer, but he absolutely refused to be the fist to give in. He had to hold out long enough for Mrs. Whiskers to crack… or he had to find a way to break her sooner or he would end up losing their little game of brains versus brawn.

Mrs. Whiskers’ breasts swayed back and forth with every stroke and she was fondling them as he continued. Chumps bit his bottom lip as he came dangerously close to his limit but, just then, he saw it. Hidden away just above her lower lips was a small, pink fleshy nub. Chumps didn’t know if it was on his own accord, or another subtle feat of hypnosis from the psychic type, but he couldn’t resist the urge to touch the nub.

The Machoke knew he had made the right choice as soon as he let his thick thumb stroke across the wet fleshy button. Mrs. Whiskers threw her head backwards and cried out – actually physically cried out for the first time that night, in a voice that was much lower pitched than he would’ve anticipated – as a massive orgasm exploded within her. At the same time, the buzzing yellow crystal, now glowing a bright white light well beyond its limits, exploded in a shower of crystal shards.

Mrs. Whiskers’ body pulsed a bright pink aura as she flailed her arms and legs around and continued to physically cry out. Her pussy clamped down on Chumps’ member; breaking his last resistance as well as he threw his head back and roared his triumph. Every muscle in both their bodies tensed as Chumps’ massive balls emptied themselves into Mrs. Whiskers’ womb, pumping wave after wave of his seed into her. The warmth of his sperm inside her, combined with her own running orgasm made the Alakazam lose control completely. As she cried out a final time, a massive wave of bright pink psychic energy exploded from her body, engulfing Chumps and everything else inside the small cave.

And then… There was silence…

Silence and darkness…

It wasn’t until after a few minutes that both Pokemon became aware of each other’s breathing as both Chumps and Mrs. Whiskers took big ragged breaths. The Alakazam let out a pleasured whine as she produced a small spoon from thin air, making it glow so as to illuminate the cave again. Chumps’ light crystal had exploded and the whole floor, save a small circle in which they laid, was covered in tiny yellow shards whose glow quickly died out, leaving both Pokemon in the dark save for Mrs. Whiskers’ glowing spoon.

“Oh… Oh my!” Mrs. Whiskers giggled, her mental voice sounding decidedly raspier and tired now, as though the brass bells were rusty. “Seems like I destroyed your only source of light Chumpy…”

Chumps followed her gaze and watched the devastated state of his home. Under normal circumstances he would’ve been angry about it, furious even! His bed was gone, his light destroyed, and he noticed there were several deep cracks in the rocky floor on which Mrs. Whiskers was lying. In the end though, he was simply too exhausted to make much of a fuss.

His muscles twitched and shuddered as he towered over Mrs. Whiskers, supporting himself with his hands. He felt as though his willpower was the only thing keeping him from crumbling under his exhaustion. Only now did he notice Mrs. Whiskers was no longer in her sexy form. Her curvy body, wide hips and big breasts had been replaced with her usual bony, flat-chested looks. With a grunt, he let himself fall sideways, lying side by side with the psychic Pokemon who he had given his virginity to. In the same movement, his rapidly shrinking member flopped out of her core, bringing a big puddle of his spunk with it as it dripped on the ground.

“That… was…” he grunted, “wow…”

The Alakazam chuckled, the cacophony of brass bells a faint echo in her mental voice now.

“It sure was, Chumpy… It sure was…”

She wiggled a bit uncomfortably and she let out a soft yelp as she turned on her side and draped a leg over Chumps’ body, hugging his broad frame with her whole body.

“My word, I’m glad I always float instead of walking… After what you just put me through, I don’t think I can walk for a week!” the psychic type murmured. She settled her head into the crook of his neck and let out something Chumps could only describe as a purring sound.

“I have to hand it to you, Chumps… Your… capabilities far exceed any other mate I’ve ever had! I haven’t lost control over my powers like that since I was an Abra!”

One of her thin hands gestured towards the empty spot where his crystal used to stand.

“My apologies for your pretty little light though…”

Chumps shrugged his shoulders and let out a deep sigh. “Doesn’t matter… Mrs. Whiskers… Chumps just happy to help!”

“And that… Is exactly why I chose you, Chumps” the Alakazam complimented. “You’re not like those Machamp, obsessed only with their figure and their harem. You’ve got heart, Chumps. Please don’t let that change when you evolve some day.”

“Chumps-…” the Machoke choked on his breath for a moment, “Chumps will try…” he promised.

-

Both Pokemon spent the remaining hours of the night in each other’s embrace, enjoying the afterglow of their mating. But Mrs. Whiskers knew it couldn’t last, and even Chumps, despite his slightly dim-witted nature, could feel that their time together was running short. She was, after all, an Alakazam, not a Machoke. She was a psychic type, a thinker, while he preferred to let his fists do the work. Not to mention the fact that she was married already and that there was a Mr. Whiskers waiting for her somewhere, completely unaware of his wife’s dissatisfaction and consequent affaire.

All too soon, the light of dawn started to seep through the cracks of Chumps’ boulder front-door, signaling the start of a new day. Mrs. Whiskers rose and floated into the air into a cross-legged position again, her back towards Chumps as the faint light accentuated her stoic figure.

Chumps rose as well and placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.

“Does Mrs. Whiskers really have to go?” he mumbled softly, sadness evident in his low voice.

“I told you before we started this Chumps… This was a one-time deal. We meet, we mate, we move on…” she didn’t face him and even though it was probably wishful thinking, Chumps could just make out an edge of regret in her mental voice.

“Will-… Will Chumps ever see Mrs. Whiskers again?” he asked. She turned around and looked at him. He could see a flicker of his own sadness and doubt reflected in her eyes.

“It would be better for the both of us if we didn’t…”

She held out her hand and the glowing spoon that had been used as a make-shift light source flew towards her. In what seemed like no time at all, the Alakazam took five of her long whiskers and bound them together into a string. Next, she used a high-precision Psybeam attack to burn a hole in the handle of the spoon, through which she strung the whiskers. Solemnly, Mrs. Whiskers hung the make-shift necklace around Chumps’ neck, hanging her glowing spoon right in the middle of his impressive chest muscles.

“This way… You’ll have something to remember me by… It’ll light up in the dark when you need it to. You could consider it payback, for ruining your crystal…”

Chumps looked down at the tiny metal object hanging from his neck. The moment he willed it, the spoon shined a bright light, illuminating his cave in a light far more pleasing than his old crystal had ever been.

That spoon is very precious to me, so be sure to take good care of it, okay?”

Chumps took the spoon in his hand. It felt smooth, and despite the fact that is was glowing brightly, it felt rather cool to the touch. He looked up and took Mrs. Whiskers into a big hug.

“Chumps would never forget Mrs. Whiskers…”

“I didn’t think so…” Mrs. Whiskers murmured as she tilted her head. Their lips met in their first kiss and both Pokemon closed their eyes.

The moment Chumps opened his eyes again, he knew she was gone. Without a sound, she had seemingly vanished into thin air and had left the way she came.

Overwhelmed by a sudden sense of loss, the Machoke blinked away his tears as he firmly gripped the spoon around his neck. The silver utensil lost its glow, leaving him alone in the darkness.

As the day wore on, the Machoke eventually returned to his usual routine of training, foraging for food and working on home improvements for his cave. Later that evening, as he was lifting boulders again, pushing his muscles to their limits, he could clearly smell the mating season’s pheromones in the air. This time, though, he remained unaffected.

He chuckled as he sat down and held the spoon in his hand again. As he looked up in the sky, he knew he would forever remember his first succesful mating season, and the unusual request of a strange Alakazam that had made it so unforgettable.

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Little did he know that Mrs. Whiskers would visit him again, about 5 months later... Carrying with her what had to be the most muscular Abra cub the world had ever seen...