OINQ
I didn’t know what to expect when my friend, Dr. Ashe, called me into her office at the back of the laboratory she worked at. I knew my request had been unusual; normally, people looking to start as Trainers started at around 10 years old, and I was, to put it lightly, at least a couple of decades past that, but my mention of the “special” type of “Pokemon journey” I’d been reading about only elicited a raised eyebrow in response. OF COURSE, a Master as well-travelled as her would know of it; Hell, odds are she’d even investigated the Circles, as they tended to be called, before my call. Considering all the times she’d helped me with my own circumstances, I’d even bet she’d participated. That delicious-looking Persian who shared an office with her certainly seemed the type, considering all the times she’d slid up against me when my friend hadn’t been looking, but I’d been warned that my hormone treatments might have an unusual effect on certain Pokemon before I’d started them…something about “pheromonal balancing” or that.
	What I didn’t expect was her to present me with a Starter. Starters were bred especially for new Trainers, born into subservience and automatically inclined towards accepting human commands from their Master, but, as such, they were typically immature, biologically about the same age as the 10-year-olds who were starting out their adventure. I knew my friend well enough that she knew all of my kinks, but the idea that she would willingly place an undeveloped Starter in my care knowing what I had planned for it still seemed wrong
	I should’ve been more trusting, though. As if reading the shocked and horrified expression on my face, she rolled her eyes and sighed, “Do you honestly think I’d support THAT kind of thing, hun? In fact, we rescued this one from a Master who was into that, and he had an Everstone navel ring permanently attached to her…we tried to remove it, but the poor thing refused to let us near it. She’d been abused and neglected for years, probably because she grew too old for his tastes, until Jenny found her in an abandoned Box on a non-networked hard drive. I’ve been rehabilitating her and her ‘sisters’ for a few years now, and while they’ve all managed to find healthy new lives, she’s known nothing but being used that way, so I figure turning her over to someone who will indulge her…’over-trained’ urges while still being a good, gentle Master to her might be just what she needs.”
	I worried at my lip, uncertain. “Are you sure about this? I mean…I dunno if I’m experienced enough to give her that level of care.”
	Dr. Ashe smiled gently, taking my hand in hers comfortingly. “I thought of you because you know what she’s going through, and you know how to get her past it. You won’t judge her, and you won’t be shocked by her behavior.” She looked straight into my eyes then, and I felt my cheeks warm…we’d been much closer than friends since childhood, and only her devotion to her scientific studies had prevented us from becoming something more permanent. “I trust you, more than I trust anyone else, or I wouldn’t have offered her to you, but I won’t push you.”
	Seconds seemed to hang in the air before I finally nodded. “Let me meet her.”
	My friend smiled, relaxing; I hadn’t been aware of how badly she’d wanted me to say “yes” to this, apparently. She kissed my hand softly, then released it with a pat as she went to a console on the wall, the same kind you normally see in Pokemon Centers to heal and refresh Pokemon. There was a single ball in it, a non-descript model typically used for Starters and early captures, the iconic red-and-white almost comforting. At Dr. Ashe’s touch, it expanded to its full baseball-sized scale before she casually tossed it into the air. There was an audible “SNAP!” as it opened, and a glowing shape arced from its reflective innards, rapidly expanding as it landed on the carpeted floor. 
	I watched as the shape coalesced into a solid form. “She’s a Tepig?” I spoke carefully, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice. My own previous childhood Starter, Porq, had also been a Tepig, and he was now a fat and happy Emboar working on my mother’s farm in his “retirement.” I’d been hoping for something maybe more exotic, but I supposed, at the very least, my prior experience meant I’d be aware of what was because of her breed and what was because of her previous treatment.
	Any disappointment I felt was quickly evaporated at the sight of her. She was short, as expected being a Starter, barely 5 feet tall if that, but she was delightfully mature otherwise, with slim yet still curvy hips, long well-rounded legs, a surprisingly taut belly and round rear, and a full bust…I estimated a large C-cup or small D, much larger than my own. Her head was bowed and her eyes closed as she knelt before me, a lovely mane of fine, soft black hair falling about her face and shoulders, her large ears lying flat against the back of her scalp. I initially thought she was naked, of course, her large, dark nipples already drawing to hard peaks in the cool air of the office (or so I assumed), but I recognized the black “boy short” hot pants she wore as a standard Starter concession to modesty; Porq had worn similar when we’d first met, but the effect was entirely different on her. 
	As the Tepig finished materializing, Dr. Ashe fiddled with the button on the front of the Pokeball, then tapped it with her thumb. It vanished in a similar flash of light, leaping from her hand to encircle the Tepig’s neck, coalescing into the familiar black collar with a “Pokeball” insignia at the throat that all Starters wore. I was unable to ignore the soft squeak the Tepig gave, almost a porcine squeal but infinitely more feminine, as the collar cinched around her throat; I was just as unable to not notice the blush that spread from her cheeks down to those wonderful breasts, or the tightening of both her nipples and, well, my own as she did. I knew why I was adopting her and what I planned to do with her, but some lingering guilt made my own face darken to scarlet regardless.
	Slowly, she lifted her head, her ears raising as she opened her startlingly large eyes; the irises were orange, and it took a second for her to focus upon my face. Unconsciously, she pulled her full lower lip into her mouth, a nervous gesture in perfect mimicry of my own, despite her having never seen it, or me, before…I was already humming with arousal at this beautiful creature, but at the sight of this, I SWEAR I felt something go “TWANG!” deep inside my chest.
	Dr. Ashe  knelt beside the Tepig, placing her hands gently on her shoulders; the touch caused another soft oinking squeak from her, but only a faint jiggle of those lovely breasts betrayed any motion. My friend indicated with a nod that I was to join them on the carpet, so I quickly knelt in front of her, noting the glint of the light off the Everstone set in her navel.
	“I-is this my new Master?” The Tepig’s voice was high and sweet and shy, but her eyes brazenly tracked down my front as I took a seat in front of her. “She’s a female.” 
	Dr. Ashe couldn’t help the soft snort of laughter at how her lightly disappointed tone mimicked my own from earlier. “Yes, she is, but she will be your Master now, if you both want, and she’s my oldest, dearest friend, so please show her proper respect.”
	The Tepig worried nervously at her lower lip again, her snout crinkling as she sniffled the air softly, but nodded. “She’s different. I can smell her, and I like it.” 
	As I began to blush fiercely again, Dr. Ashe chuckled. “Yes. She knows about you, and she’s willing to be the type of Master you need.” 
	“Good.” She nodded again, lifting her eyes to meet mine. “I’m naughty, so I need a special Master.”
	Something about how she said “naughty” pricked at my mind, but I smiled nervously at her. “I’m sure you’re a very good Pokemon, because Dr. Ashe wouldn’t have had us meet if you weren’t.” The Tepig nodded again at that, and I continued, “Do you have a name?”
	“My old Master calls…um…called me Fatass.” I scowled at that, unable to help myself, and she flinched slightly and gave another light oinking squeak, but a reassuring squeeze from Dr. Ashe made her relax again as my friend shot me a gently reproachful look. 
I smiled apologetically at the Tepig, looking sheepish. “Sorry. Someone as beautiful as you deserves a better name. Would it be alright if I gave you one?”
Those huge orange eyes searched my face before, apparently satisfied with what she saw, she nodded once, oinking softly.
“I like the sounds you make, they’re very cute,” I smiled as she blushed at that before I went on. “May I call you ‘Oinq?’” 
	“Oink?” She cocked her head lightly, as if sounding it out in her head.
	“With a ‘Q’ instead of a ‘K’ at the end, I mean.” I ignored Dr. Ashe’s exaggerated eyeroll at that, keeping my eyes on the adorable Tepig.
	“Oinq with a Q…alright, I like that name.” Oinq smiled at that, a small, shy thing that seemed like it was only ever pulled out on special occasions in the past. “Please, call me Oinq, Master.”
	“Do…do you want to know my name, Oinq?” I cocked my head, dimly aware at how many of the subtle cues we already seemed to share…no wonder my friend had thought of me to adopt her.
	“You are Master.”
	“I mean, my real name.” 
Oinq looked legitimately confused by this, and glanced over at Dr. Ashe for a moment before turning back to me. “Your…your name isn’t Master?”
Before I could speak, my friend squeezed Oinq’s shoulders softly, chuckling, “Master is what you can call her, Oinq, but her name is Lee.”
The Tepig nodded, understanding. “Then I will call you Master, Lee, if that is alright.”
“That’s fine. I like that.” I was startled by how Oinq visibly seemed to relax at that; apparently, it had been a major concern for her, which made me glance again at Dr. Ashe, but my friend’s satisfied nod made me file that away for later thought. “Does this mean I can be your Master, Oinq?”
“I…I’m very naughty, though. Is it alright that I’m very naughty?” 
Something about her use of that word set off alarm bells in my head even as it hit my groin like a freight train. Suddenly, I was certain that, no matter what else came of this meeting, I WANTED this shy, sweet little Tepig. Wanted her BADLY.
I drew in an unexpectedly shuddering breath and said, in a voice that seemed almost not my own, “I want a very naughty Pokemon. Very much.”
Oinq looked over at Dr. Ashe as if for confirmation; as my friend released her shoulders, she nodded, and Oinq turned back with that shy little smile and, raising onto her knees, leaned forward to press her lips to mine. It wasn’t the first time I’d kissed someone with a snout, but it was never not awkward; fortunately, Oinq’s was small to the point of almost negligible, and only the excited crinkling of her broad, flat nose against my face reminded me her lips weren’t human.
Softly, but insistently, she slipped her tongue into my mouth, teasing my lips open before tangling with my own, slipping in and lapping at my mouth. Hers tasted smoky, appropriate for a Fire type, and I would be lying if the taste of her saliva didn’t remind me IMMEDIATELY of honey bacon, but I ignored the sudden soft growl of my stomach at the thought and leaned into the kiss, determined to match her enthusiasm with my own. My senses swam as we fenced hungrily with our tongues, her hands reaching up to caress my neck and lower, cupping my modest breasts and teasing my unseen nipples eagerly; I moaned softly into her mouth before returning the gesture, finally taking those wondrous globes of hers into my own grip and getting that delightful squeaking oink that was her new namesake for my efforts.
As we kissed deeply, I was distantly aware of my friend dimming the office lights and quietly speaking into her intercom, “Dr. Queen, I need you in my office ASAP. Please lock the front door, too.”
Oinq broke the kiss long enough to slip her hands down my chest and belly, pausing as she gripped the fabric of my shirt. I had enough presence of mind to get the gesture, and I nodded enthusiastically. With that, Oinq pulled my shirt free of my pants and, fingers fumbling with her own desire, clumsily freed my breasts from my bra. She gazed at them, smiling a little broader, before happily bringing her face to my cherry-hard peaks. I laughed between moans as she, snuffling loudly, began to suck and nibble on them hungrily, her small hands caressing the small swells of my boobs and delighting in the feel of my skin under her eager touch. As badly as I wanted to return the favor, I contented myself with gently stroking her soft hair, letting her suckle upon me.
I suppose I wasn’t really surprised to see the Persian slip into the office, nor was I surprised when I saw her and Dr. Ashe begin to kiss passionately, obviously very familiar with each other. I admit, I felt a slight pang of jealousy, but Oinq’s hungry lips finding mine again quickly squashed that as my new Tepig pushed my back to the floor, rubbing her body against mine, her large, hard nipples begging for my touch even as her hands tugged at my jeans.
I felt a brief moment of panic as Oinq pulled my jeans open and down my legs, taking my panties with them, only to freeze, staring, at what sprang up to smack her soundly on the flat of her snout. She stared at it, confused, before looking up at me, then over at Drs. Ashe and Queen. 
“But…Master is a female...?” She looked back at my throbbing member, then at my face again.
I nodded, gasping as I tried to rein in my desire a little, struggling to figure out how to word this. “Yes, I am. I was born a boy, but I decided to fix that. I just…wanted to keep this part, for now anyway.”
To my happy surprise, Oinq took the words in and nodded, seeming to understand. Then, with a last decisive nod, she took my modest length into her mouth and, quite frankly, treated me to what I can only call the best blowjob I have EVER had in my life. I could only roll my head back and cry out, ignoring the soft laughter of my friend and her Pokemon companion, before, too soon, I found myself erupting into Oinq’s hungry mouth, feeling her swallowing the load determinately as she snuffled loudly, her eyes closed and her head bobbing.
“Hair-Trigger Lee strikes again, huh...?” Dr. Ashe kissed my cheek as she slipped behind me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, caressing my chest but leaving my breasts annoyingly untouched as Oinq continued to milk the oft-neglected artifact of my former maleness. “She’s just as wonderful with a pussy, hun, trust me…and DON’T give me that look, she needed attention long before you agreed to it.”
The Persian opened her lab coat and let it fall from her shoulders to puddle on the floor, confirming what I’d long suspected, that she wore nothing beneath it; I WAS, however, surprised by the sight of multiple vibrators, two inside her cunny and ass and one pressed to her clit, all buzzing away softly, their control units tucked into a lacy leg band wrapped around her thigh like a garter belt. Her feline lips curled in a lusty smile as she purred, “Yeah, and this bitch of a Master of mine refused to let ME play with her, either. Maybe now...?”
“I was considering it before you called me a bitch…” My friend couldn’t keep the lusty chuckle from her voice, though, even as she lovingly glared at the Persian, who cowed mockingly in fright at the look.
“H-how long..?” I managed to get out as Oinq once again slinked up my naked body, nuzzling my cheek lovingly as she oinked softly.
“Us?” My friend indicated herself and the Persian. “A few years now, not long after you came out to me. She was recruited shortly before Oinq arrived, and was a HUGE help with that clusterfuck. As you know, she’s an EXCELLENT researcher and her filing skills are top notch, so you can imagine my surprise when I walked in on her with one of my lab coats one day…”
“I like how you smell, Master,” Dr. Queen pouted slightly as she slipped behind my friend, nuzzling her neck as she steadfastly undressed her.
“I like Lee’s smell,” Oinq murmured softly, nuzzling the side of my breast. “And she talks nicely to me. I want to try and be hers, if she wants me.”
	I nuzzled the Tepig’s head, smiling in spite of my spinning head. “I want you. I have never wanted anyone more, other than this brat here…” I grinned back at Dr. Ashe, but her lips were currently occupied with the Persian’s, so I turned back to Oinq. “But we have to be honest with each other. No secrets, no hiding things. I want you to be honest with me if you have any problems.”
	Oinq looked up at me with those huge, huge orange eyes, and I was worried she was upset about what I said, but that small, shy, sweet smile was there and she nodded decisively. “No secrets, then, Master…like this.” 
	I yelped slightly as she took my maleness into her hand, caressing it. “Ngh…fair enough. No more secrets like that, either.” 
	“Good.”
	“…oh, there’s no need for such formality, you two,” the Persian cooed, throwing her arms around Oinq’s and my shoulders and hugging us tightly. “Lee’s a former Pokemon Master in the regular sense, too, and any of them would probably vouch for her. This is just like that only, well, you can fuck each other, that’s all.”
	“Like Lee and I didn’t regularly do THAT with our teams during our travels already…AND each other, too…” Dr. Ashe caressed my cheek, then slipped her hand down to my breast. “And I have been wanting to play with these cuties for YEARS…BUT…” she tweaked one nipple playfully before pulling her hand back, smiling warmly at Oinq, “I think someone else has dibs first.”	
The timid Tepig smiled shyly but gratefully before climbing into my lap, her lips trailing kisses up the hollow of my throat and chin before finding mine again. Once more, our tongues entwined around each other as I felt her press her body up against mine, my hands caressing down her back to her firm, round backside. I tugged at the elastic band of her short pants, idly irritated by the slick fabric even as Oinq began insistently rubbing her groin against my length. 
It probably contributes to my “hair-trigger,” but there’s few things I enjoy as much as undressing a lover, especially for the first time, slowly exposing her most secret places to my eyes and my touch, and my new Tepig was certainly worth the attention as I slid the black briefs off her. Only her insistent hands and how she kept pressing her smooth, puffy mons against me kept me from throwing her down and devouring that sweet treasure.  
That, and her words. “I want you inside me now, Master, if that’s alright…” she breathed softly into my ear as she reached down to grasp my length. 
The sudden surge of me hardening in her small hand was all the answer she needed, really, but I still nodded to her. With a soft squeaking squeal of pleasure, she slipped me inside her, and I swear, I have NEVER felt anything so tight and HOT…almost too hot. It felt like an oven in her clasping depths, but she was determined to push me as deep as she could into herself, which was deeper than I expected; I shouldn’t have been surprised, really, considering how small she was, but some lingering bit of “male pride” I guess still swelled as I felt my tip kissing the opening of her womb as she gasped, her sinuous tail thrashing behind her. 
She seemed to delight in bottoming me out inside her, so I was only too glad to grip her hips and, rolling her onto her back, begin to well and truly fuck the little thing with all I had, feeling my length surge every time I thumped her cervix and heard her squeak happily. Everyone has their thing, I thought, even as I felt her gripping me tighter in her furnace of a cunt, her soft porcine squeals signaling her first climax as she bore down on me. 
“Awright, Lee! Fuck her into the carpet!” I tried to ignore Dr. Queen’s encouragement, but I still laughed almost in spite of myself, before Oinq’s mouth once more found one of my madly swinging breasts and latched on, suckling greedily. That was almost too much, and only the sound of my friend’s warm laughter at my surprised expression kept me from going off right there. 
“Master…you’re so g-ood…please…fill me…” 
OK, I’m only human, and I don’t care how much willpower you may claim to have, but anyone who could keep from coming at THAT kind of encouragement deserves a sainthood. I certainly wouldn’t qualify, as I felt my climax surging through me and I pressed as hard as I could against Oinq’s battered cervix before flooding her deepest reaches. Her squeals of pleasure were so much quieter than I expected, but the feel of her insides milking me made no mistaking about how much she appreciated my efforts. My hips shuddered, and I helplessly bucked into her again and again as I filled her womb as well as I could, her startlingly strong arms crushing her small body against mine…it was easy to forget that she was still a Pokemon, intended for battle despite how her life had gone. 
We held each other tightly as I slowly began to soften inside her, her muzzle once more latching onto my humble endowments and nibbling gently on my poor abused nips as she snuffled softly. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her as I stroked her hair, sparing a glance to see my friend and her Persian lover watching us, dopey grins on their faces even as the feline Pokemon was determinedly fucking her human partner with some toy they’d retrieved while I’d been busy with Oinq. 
“…nnh…you two are so. Fucking. CUTE. I want to bundle you up and carry you off and never let anyone else have you but me.” As Dr. Queen smacked her ass loudly, Dr. Ashe winced and laughed, “AND you, too. In fact, we aren’t letting you leave until we’ve had a chance to finally have you both…if that’s okay with you two.” 
I rolled onto my back with Oinq on top of me, ignoring as my soft length slipped free of her and our fluids spilled over my groin, and looked down at my new lover, only to be met with those huge, orange eyes and that sweet, shy little smile. 
“I want the kitty first, Master.” 
I laughed, then nuzzled the top of her head again, delighting in her soft happy oink.