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>People can look you in the eye now and be reassured that you would never - could never - haven't ever - fucked a pokémon. What kind of person do they think you are? Only a lowlife deviant would do that, certainly not an upstanding trainer with a good record. You had too much to lose if anyone were to know. If they could see through the mask and see the real you... glowing pink and brimming with unheeded need, the need born of her attraction. That path in your mind your lustful thoughts have traversed so many times before, cutting through swirling pink mist... it had a gate at one end through which there was no return.
>You unbutton your pants and step forward, inhaling her... filling yourself with her, your body standing at rigid attention. You could keep this a secret. You're well-respected, competent. No one else will know about your indiscretion. She won't tell anyone. You can tell from the look in her eyes and the smile curling up at the corners of her long, reptilian mouth. She's not as innocent as the others. You get the sense that she wants this as much as you do... that she always has. It's a need, as deeply rooted and important to her as food and water. It would be wrong to deny her. She's under your care. You're her trainer, and you're her trainee.
>You wouldn't fuck a pokémon. That's what you'll tell them if they ask... if they smell her on you. They'll believe you.
