The air-conditioned wind blew pleasantly as the door opened, and only a little shiver was given by the soul there, before they stepped in. It was a young man, his form lithe and full of restrained energy. He had a rather effeminate look about him, given the curves to his body, and his somewhat lengthy hair that puffed slightly out. He was carrying a large egg into the building, holding it as if it were precious crystal.
       Finally, he came upon a wall-safe-sized incubator. Carefully opening it, and placing the egg tenderly, he set the temperature, and secured it. "Alright little guy," he chimed, "Just sit tight there, and Mommy will come and see you, once she's all better. Sweet dreams~" He gave a warm smile, and left it.
       A few minutes later, after getting a drink of water, the human went ahead to fill out the paperwork. It wasn't an easy job, being a Pokemon Breeder's Assistant, but it was certainly a rewarding one. To ease the many concerns of expectant pokemon parents, was something that always made him smile. And it was so exciting to see the little things hatch, too! Of course, there was another benefit, but he wasn't expecting that for several more years. But just because something isn't expected, doesn't mean it can't, or won't happen.
	Later, the door opened again, letting in some late-afternoon sun. The human looked up from the desk to see another, a woman in heavy duty gear, and blonde hair in a ponytail. She perked at the sight of him, "Ah, Marty. Just the man I was looking for!"
	"Hey Ms. Rall," he chirped, "Just writing up for the Pidgiot's egg. Looks healthy and unhurt!"
	"Ah, that's great news. Gave us quite a scare, with what happened. Glenda should be all patched up tomorrow."
	"Okay! I'll be happy to hand it to her. That's the last birth of the season, right?"
	"Yep! And, that reminds me...," a twinge of uncertainty faded in on her face "You don't have any prior engagements tonight, do you Marty?"
	He shrugged, "Not really. Going home, getting some dinner, and playing some video games. Why?"
	"Well, thing is, we were hoping to find a mate for Grace, the gardevoir, but no such luck."
	Gears started turning in Marty's head, as if he were taking a pop quiz, "And she's only on her second year as a gardevoir, right?"
	"Yes, and her hormones haven't had a chance to stabilize yet."
	"Which could hamper her control over her abilities, and potentially hurt someone!"
	Slightly amused by this display, she chuckled, "Very good, Marty! You get a gold star. Now, that means she needs some... "assistance," with that, so..."
	Marty gave a little blush, as he came to the conclusion, "So, you want me to find Wyatt to help her, right?"
	"Well, no. Actually, I need you for it, Marty."
	He blinked a few times, then blushed harder, "...Me?" his eyes slowly went wide.
	"...Yes, you. See, that little fiasco with Glenda knocked Wyatt around a bit, and he needs some time to recuperate. Frank is out, and Dennis is still on vacation, and... Well, this being her second year, I feel she NEEDS a male. So, it pretty much falls to you."
	So many parts of Marty were screaming for it, but the ones higher up argued otherwise. "But... I mean, I've never done it before. I'm just an assistant, right?"
	"True, but you've shown great ability, and willingness to help when things get hairy. I know you're capable. Besides, you've seen how it works, haven't you? It's hardly any different for anthros."
	"Well, yeah. ...And that's part of why I took this job..." he looked down in mild embarrassment, "And...I did sign those release forms..."
	"Do you have any commitments, or relationships? Or... Is this a matter of preference?"
	"No... nothing like that. And... I'm free."
	"Grace has done it once, already. So, she can lead the way, if that helps. Just be wary of her fin. Make sure she's comfortable, and ready, and it'll be nice and soft."
	Marty slowly nodded, "Alright. I think I can do it."
	Ms. Rall, smiled, "If you believe you can, I know you can."
	"Right then. So... Do you want me to...now?"
	She patted him on the back, "Eh, in about a half hour. You've worked hard today. Take your time to get ready, and Grace will just be waiting in the Special Quarters."
	He bit his lip and nodded again, "Right. I'll do it." That wasn't long enough to go home to change, but enough to at least get a shower in.
	In many cultures, it is a great taboo for a trainer to copulate with their pokemon, or any human with any pokemon, for that matter. However, with advances in speech aid technology, as well as human-pokemon relations, some things have changed. If a pokemon can demonstrate sufficient ability in communicating with humans, they can apply for a license allowing them to form deeper relationships with humans, and even give consent. Of course, this wasn't quite as complicated with the case of anthropomorphic pokemon, who were practically born with the innate ability to fluently communicate with humans.
	As dusk rolled over, Marty approached the Specialized Quarters, still wearing the slim t-shirt, denim shorts, and boots he'd been working in. With his hand on the door, he took a deep breath, and opened it up.
	Inside, it was much like a human bedroom, with Grace casually seated over the covers, reading a book. The gardevoir's form was elegant, yet robust. The gown, characteristic of her species, contained a C-cup bosom, and wide hips. Marty blushed, and wondered why such a beautiful pokemon lady couldn't find a mate the whole season.
	"Um, h-hi." he sheepishly greeted her.
	Grace looked up from her novel, "Hm?" revealing a bit of blush on her face from the pages. There was a bit of curiosity in her eyes, as she looked over him. "Hello. I take it you're Martin?"
	"M-Marty. And, yes. I'm here for you tonight. Grace, right?"
	She gave a nod, "Yes. I haven't seen you before. Are you new?"
	He scratched his head, blushing harder, "Y-yeah. Pretty much just an assistant right now. And this is my first time...N-not my first day-I mean, my first time doing...this."
	Grace smiled back, "This will be my second time," after a silent moment, she patted the bed, "Won't you have a seat?"
	"Yes, of course!" he complied, slowly slipping out of his boots, "Sorry, if I'm a little jittery. Just a... just a little nervous, I guess."
	"I was, too, last time," she sat beside him, her voice full of understanding.
	"What was it like? I mean, was it nice?"
	"Not...perfect...but not altogether bad..." she put a hand over his, gingerly stroking it. "I have a feeling you'll do better than him, though."
	Marty blushed even harder at those words, though he was slowly easing in. "S...So...Where do we start? We just get comfortable first, right?"
       "Right," she replied, and sat closer to him, continuing to stroke his hand. The human leaned in against her, and breathed slowly. Gradually, he nuzzled up to her, and rubbed her lap. She put her arm around her, and stroked his shoulder. The two went on like this, possibly for longer than officially necessary, before he finally decided to check.
       "...Alright, Grace. ...I just need to check your fin..." He raised his hand up to her chest, and felt out the crimson tip. It was smooth, soft, and safely rounded. "...Okay." He gave a little sigh of relief.
       Despite this being only her second time, Grace was mildly amused by this, and rubbed his head. "You are a cautious one. But sweet." She hugged him close, pressing him against the rest of her torso.
       "Oh...W...wow...And your breasts are so..." his eyes rapidly darted up to hers, before he got a feel in. She smiled, and gave him a little kiss on the forehead. "Are you sure this is only your second time?"
       "Second time going all the way. But, other handlers have gotten close with me, plenty of times. This, I've done plenty of times. Go right ahead."
       He cupped her breast. It felt just like marshmallow, wrapped in a silky pillowcase. "They're so soft...and beautiful." He buried his face in them, letting out a little moan.
       "You can lick them," Grace whispered, getting slowly aroused, "...Please."
Doing as he was told, Marty drew his tongue along them. Specifically, the bare patches of skin that weren't covered by her top, without moving anything out of the way. "Mmmf...Mm, they're sweet," he purred.
       The gardevoir's face was reddened, still a bit bemused, and a little flustered. "That's not what I meant... I mean under my... Or, why don't we get undressed?"
       He blinked, "Oh, right," he slowly stood up, "I-I can look away if you want.." She didn't seem to mind, and went right ahead, without answering. Lifting off her green top, and removing her white slip, she exposed herself to him, before the boy could even start. "...Or...that..." he murmured, with a red face, and went on to undress himself.
       "You're quite a petite, young one, aren't you, Marty?" she remarked, seeing his bare, smooth chest, "Are you sure you're of age?"
       He pulled his shirt back down, his face even more flustered, "I-I am eighteen! I promise! I-it's in my p-papers, and my-"
       "Don't worry. I trust you. Just commenting," she put her clothes aside, and sat back on the bed, "Please, continue, Marty."
	"O-okay," he nodded, and continued to strip. But, he was interrupted again, when his shorts came off, and she noticed a curiously shaped blue garment, not designed for such a bulge.
       She almost giggled, "A-and a boy...wearing panties?"
       Marty's eyes glistened, ready for tears, as he looked more embarrassed, and practically whimpered, "Y...yeah...I...I'm so-"
       She stopped him, with but a finger over his lips. She smiled warmly, stroked his hair, and whispered. "You don't need to feel ashamed, Marty. All I am saying, is that you're cute. Just, really cute. And if you don't feel comfortable, after all this, I won't hold it against you to stop."
       The boy gave a weak smile, and hugged her tightly. She embraced him gently, in return, lifting them both back onto the bed.
       The two cuddled for a while. Stroking each other gingerly, their legs intertwining, and both truly warming up. Marty eventually noticed the pillowy mounds with the emerald tips, that were the gardevoir's teats. And just a shared look later, he brought his tongue over them.
       "That's the way," she sighed, her arousal returning, "Give them both lots of love, and attention. You can even suck them."
       That got his interest. Quickly, Marty brought his lips over one, and gave the tip a little squeeze. It didn't take much for some sweet, creamy milk to squirt into his mouth. A low, "Mmm..." escaped him, and he eagerly suckled more.
       "Ahh...Yes, like that...Be sure to get both," Grace cooed. For what seemed like minutes on end, he nursed from her breasts, easing pressure from within, and rather hungrily, too. She rubbed his back & sides the whole time, getting more excited inside, as he went. "M...my. You've certainly got a taste for my milk, haven't you?"
       He popped off one of them, with a sweet little smile, "Well, I guess I was a little hungry, too."
       "I see," she rubbed his body more, now around his hips. There was hunger in her eyes, too. "Want to taste something else, of mine?"
       He nodded, and felt her legs open.
       "It's further down~"  He crawled down the bed, until he was facing her flower. Just like him, she was hairless there. Silky smooth down to the green petals of her flower, fragrant nectar dripping out. Still a bit hesitant, he first licked along the alabaster skin above, just to get comfortable. However, that wasn't it for her. "L-lower..."
       As she asked, he now lapped over the plump lips that were her entrance. It felt so similar to her milk, and yet so new. A tang, and new texture. The flower twitched, and quivered at his touch, surprising, and encouraging him. He paused, and whispered to her, "It's wonderful, Grace."
       She placed a hand over his head, and whispered back, "Keep going..."
       He continued, taking it all in, going deeper with his tongue in every stroke. The smell grew powerful, and practically intoxicating, with her flavor. He went faster, the more he tasted.
       The gardevoir's body shifted, and shook. Their little moans were the only sound in the room. Her legs buckled, wanting to lock around him. Finally, she couldn't wait any longer, and spoke, "Marty...I'm ready...and I need it."
       His lips left her gap, and slowly nodded with a little smile, "Me too," and inched up to her. He, with some of her assistance, slipped his panties off, and let his length hang free. "How does it look?" he sheepishly asked.
       "Lovely~" she replied, reaching down to hold herself open. "Now please, Marty... put it in me."
       He gave a nod, and lined it up with her entrance. "Here goes..." he shakily announced, and slowly pressed it forward, "Ahh...Oh, Arceus..." Her walls gripped at his member, squeezing it. And he was only halfway in!
       "Yeeessss..." she tightened her arms around him, "All the way in~"
       "Nnngg...Ghah!" A sudden motion slipped the rest inside. He felt her heat, her moisture, and both of their energy, now that they were joined. "I...I've never felt anything like this, before."
       "Is...Is it good?"
       They looked into each other's eyes. Their faces red, sweating, and trembling. "It's amazing...~"
       The gardevoir held him close, her legs coiling around his, reminding his body. On instinct, he started to move. Slowly sliding it in, and out, he felt a pulse within her, and a rhythm formed. He thrust to the rhythm, she pulled him in, and both breathed in unison. "Yes~! Ff...fuuuck...Deeper, Marty~!"
       "G...Grace...You're so tight inside! C...Can I...?"
       "Yes! Yes you can. Please...deeper! Harder~!"
       He did as he was told, plunging his member deep in & out of her entrance. Her insides welcomed it all, and even seemed to open, further ahead, taking him all the way in. Minutes passed, disappearing into the countless thrusts and internal spasms. As the two continued at it, their elegant reserve and timidity melted away, into carnal delight. The boy hammered away into the gardevoir's gaping womb, and fastened his lips around her nipple again, slurping the sweet pokemon milk right up. Grace's arms tightened around him, practically locking his head in between her breasts, while her mouth hung wide open, almost gasping for air.
       The two kept going at this for what seemed like hours of blissful delight, before something triggered in both of them. A surge of energy and pleasure shot through their bodies, and both could feel the peak approaching. The two looked into each other's eyes, without the strength to speak, nor the focus to communicate telepathically, but that one glance was enough. Marty grit his teeth, and thrust as hard as he could, putting everything he had into one last push.
       The two groaned in strain together, bodies tense, before collapsing together. Their mixed, but incompatible fluids slowly seeped out of her, as they lay together. They were both struggling to catch their breath, and Grace was the first able to speak, "Ahhhh... hhh... Much better!"
       Marty slowly found the strength to withdraw, and look up to her properly, "I'm... I'm glad, Grace... Glad I could... please you... despite it being...my first." He weakly lay his head on her breast, a slightly dizzy smile on his face.
       "And... you were actually much better than my first, Marty," She softly replied, stroking his hair, "My first said he'd be gentle... but I think he still treated me as just another... With you, it was much more comfortable."
       He almost blushed, and nuzzled against her torso, "Ah... thank you..."
	"And how was I, as your first?"
	He smiled, and replied, "You were amazing," before lightly kissing her breast.
	She stroked his ear, and the two lay together for a moment, before she realized about him, "Oh...Marty. I don't remember from my first time, but is there anything you need to take care of, after servicing me?"
	Gears turned slowly behind his half-open eyes, and he had to think, "I...need to get a sample, and fill out a form... But not immediately after," he slowly looked back up to her, "Do you mind if I stay here just a little bit longer?"
       The gardevoir smiled, and sweetly rubbed his shoulder, "Not at all. I was actually hoping I could keep you a little longer."
	And so the two rested, after all of that. One having taken the first big step in something big, and the other having taken the second. And while they would remain on friendly, professional terms, there's always something special about the first time.