If there's anything I like about my job, it's the amount of interesting people I get to meet, and all the things I learn from them. I do like to learn after all. I just love that feeling you get when you realize you don't know nearly as much as you thought. What that means to me is that there's another opportunity to learn, and learn I have.

I'm kind of ashamed to admit that, like most people nowadays, I used to be a little close minded. I stuck with my own species because that's where I felt comfortable. Everyone else, pokemorphs that is, were just...other. Not that I thought any less of them. I just never imagined that I would become dependent on them for my very life...

She called me in today as I expected she would. Valerie, one of my most loyal customers. It went much like any other day. She was waiting for me as I arrived. As always, she wore nothing but her favorite black robe which didn't stay on for long once we reached her room.

It was different this time. All throughout the house was the smell of incense - expensive stuff, not the cheap kind that just smelled like burning plants. It was subtle, and almost smelled of roses. There was a thin haze in Valerie's room. A couple sticks of the sweet-smelling incense were burning away on her desk off to the side. Even stranger still were the candles she had positioned around the room. They were still tall. They had only been recently lit.

Her large bed had been pulled forward. Behind it was the source of an orange glow creeping halfway up the wall, and providing most of the light we would need. Call me crazy, but all this seemed a little romantic to me. I'm not so naive that I wouldn't recognize this sort of thing, but I couldn't quite bring myself to believe that it was actually happening.

As unlikely as it was, I shook it off as coincidence and went about business as usual. Valerie was about as tender as ever, if not more so than usual. Not in as much of a rush this time around, we had the time for the usual foreplay, but things were different this time around. It started off normal, as it always does: a little licking, a little sucking, moaning and all that. However, things changed. Whereas normally Valerie sits back and lets me do things my way - it's normally for the best, and she never seems to mind - she was a little more forceful this time, and when I say 'a little more,' I mean that it feels like I was raped.

She pinned me down and rubbed up against me like some kind of wild animal. I'd like to say I wasn't worried, but this horny-pokemon act was scaring me.

We had quite a bit of rough and reckless sex, her letting out a myriad of loud moans and bestial growls. Of course, the entire time, she took control of the situation. I did what I could here and there, but ultimately, Valerie had the reigns, and she seemed to be enjoying it. I couldn't complain.

It had been just over an hour when she began to tire. I had cum once, she had cum several times - she really had some stamina - and I was pretty sure that this would be the last round. She had me pinned me to the bed once again. Her arms holding mine down, I could only sit and bare it as she bounced up and down on my lap. She was panting hard, her mouth hanging open, but its edges curved up into a wide, toothy smile. I was beginning to pant as well. Even with my all of my experience, I couldn't begin to match her stamina.

It became increasingly hard to stop myself from cumming. I make it a point not to cum before the customer unless it can't be helped. My performance tends to decrease after the first time, and I can't have that happening. Today however, seemed to be one of those times. Valerie seemed determined to make things hard on me.

She wore a wide smile as she repeatedly bounced on top of me. Despite my best efforts, I could feel myself slipping. I think she could tell. That smile grew wider and wider, until it was more broad than any human could ever hope to achieve. That was a grin only a garchomp could have.

She panted loudly, her tongue hanging from her mouth as it gaped. No doubt she was as close as me. I tried my hardest to delay the inevitable. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and soldiered on till the last minute. Valerie wrapped her arms around my neck. It was then that I could tell she had reached her peak. So had I.

My legs trembling, I gasped into Valerie's ear. I clenched the bedsheets in hand as my hips involuntarily thrust upwards. Sometimes I curse my own carnal needs. As hard as it is to admit, it felt great, even better as Valerie kept slamming into me as I came. I couldn't help but grab on to her fairly large rump and force it down as I emptied my load into her. I assume she enjoyed that as well, because not too soon after, she came too. I could see her tail twitching as it always did when she came. Like a miniature river, her juices flowed down my dick and legs. It was so warm. It's strange. It made the afterglow feel so much more...comfortable. I banished that thought as soon as I could. Valerie had probably tired herself out, and now I could finally get the hell out of here.

As much as I wanted to just up and leave, I knew I couldn't. Clients love when you spend just a little time with them afterwards, Valerie especially. She let out a sigh of content, and began to pant lightly in my ear. She still held me tight, and it didn't feel like she was going to let go any time soon, so I waited.

Inevitably, after a bit of rest, she pulled her arms from my neck and propped herself on her hands, just above my face. "Did you like that, Rob?"

The question struck me as odd. Why would she care? I could have lied like always and said yes, but for some reason, I said nothing. I guess she took the dumbfounded look on my face as a yes.

"Well," she chuckled as she ran her hand up and down my chest. "I figured you were getting a little tired of the same old routine, so I changed things up a bit. You see, it never gets boring with me."

I still wasn't quite sure how to respond, but I had to find something to say. "No doubt about it." She chuckled again and finally let me up. I went to stand, but Valerie draped her arms over my shoulders.

"Stay for a bit. You're free today, right?" That was true enough, she was my last client for the day, but I didn't want to stay. "I was thinking you'd, oh I don't know, stay the night. It'd be so much more convenient than driving across town, wouldn't it?"

It would, not that I cared. "I really shouldn't." I went to stand again, but a split second after I did, she pulled me down.

"It's no problem, really. I won't force sex on you or anything. It'll just be the two of us."

Now I was sure I wasn't paranoid. She was really trying to seduce me, and I wasn't having it. "No thanks." I said bluntly and tried to stand once more, but yet again she pulled to bed, but with far more force than last time.

"You know, I can give you the life of luxury. Just imagine, you'll-"

"Valerie, no." This time, I made a real effort to get away. I fought hard to pull myself from her grip, but my struggling wasn't getting me anywhere. "W-wait! I can get you anything want! You'll never have to work again! I can pay off all your debt! Just please-" Just then I managed to break free of her arms. I grabbed my shirt and pants and planned to quickly get dressed as I left. Things were getting just a bit too weird for me. I had my things. I was ready to leave, but as I went for the door, I could hear Valerie sniffling.

"Robin, just...stay, please..."

I can usually remain pretty apathetic in these kinds of situations, and believe me, I tried, but the hurt in her voice made my stomach sink. I'd feel terrible for weeks if I had just left her there. Being a good person sucks sometimes.

By the time I turned around, she was already sobbing. It made me feel even worse. Sighing, I went back and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She cried into my chest. "I'm sorry, Robin. I just...just-"

I shushed her. "It'll be okay."

For minutes she cried. I comforted her as best I could, but after she had composed herself, she explained some things to me, a lot of things. We had talked before, plenty of times in fact, but never had we gone too deep into her past. About her husband, and the accident that took his life. About the business she was left to run, and the six lonely years running it. It explained so much, but left me in a pickle as to what to do.

As she went on, I wondered how things would play out had I taken her offer. As nice as it would be to be debt free, I couldn't. Marrying for money? I couldn't live with myself, not to mention the fact that I didn't actually love her. That'd present some problems down the road. I had to tell her flat out, "Valerie I understand, but I can't." I could see the tears beginning to well up in her black and yellow eyes again. "Just stop and think about it for moment. You're actually a respectable member of society. Me, I have sex with people for money. Think about your future. What would people say about us, a garchomp and her human husband? That sort of thing ruins lives, not to mention careers."

"I don't care. I love you."

"Is it love, or lust?" Not surprisingly, she didn't have much of an answer. "Just listen. I know how you feel. I know it hurts. I know you're lonely, but you're a strong woman. Don't be desperate, be patient. You'll know when you find that special one, and trust me, he'll be a lot better than me."

She continued to hold me as I hoped she was actually giving my words some thought. It seemed as though she was, because a short while later, she finally let go, she was silent though. She sat on the bed next to me and stared down, sounding the occasional sniffle.

"Robin...I don't know if I can..."

"I know you can."

"I hate being alone..."

"You're not alone. I'll be with you until you find this lucky guy, so don't you even think about giving up. "

She sighed. "Damn it, Robin. You know you're just making it worse," she said with a sad laugh. "Why do you have to be such a good man? It would have been so much easier if you had just walked away."

"I couldn't live with myself knowing that you would be here crying over a nobody like me."

After staring at the ground for a while longer, she grabbed on to my shoulders and looked me in the eye. "You're right. I know you are, but...I don't want to give you up quite yet." I probably should have, but I didn't resist as she pulled me in for a long kiss. "I want to feel it one more time. Please, Robin."

I was essentially cutting off intimate contact after this, so it was the least I could do. "Lie down then."



For a long while she kept in contact, occasionally updating me about how her search was going, coupled with a bit of small talk here and there. I rarely visited, but that was for her own good, and I can only hope she understands that. It would only cause trouble.

Her calls became less and less frequent. Eventually, they turned to texts, which for her was unusual. Even if she only had a few words to say, she would always call, presumably to hear my voice. Soon enough, even the texts stopped coming. Once every week or so, I would get a, 'Doing great', or a smiley face, and I'd reply, being as distant, but as sincere as I could. There are two I remember though. They were the last I heard of her. Late one night, I received:

'I think I found him. :)'

That one made me smile. A short while later...

'Thx for supporting me. It wasn't lust btw.'