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Male Zoroark (Praester) X Female Gardevoir (Anne)

Setting: A training center in Join Avenue, a suspicious tent that couldn't possibly train a Psychic-type Pokémon to champion level all on its own... right?

"Well, that'll be 10,000 Pokédollars." The psychic said, anticipating his question. The trainer in front of him sighed.

"So my parents wasted money on nothing, huh?" Asked the seasoned trainer as he pulled the money from a tightly rolled cylinder under his hat.

"Hey, man. Psychic defense and offense are practices you commit your life to doing. I know a trainer like you on your way to become Champion doesn't exactly have time for that kind of thing. No worries. That's what you've got your Gardevoir here for, right?" He answered.

The trainer scratched his head.

"No, actually. She dragged me here herself. She said that she wants to learn techniques to 'better protect me'."

To which his Gardevoir replied by breaking out of her ball and beginning to lecture him.

"You're a human, I'm a Pokémon. I'm supposed to protect you, dummy. What, are you just going to trek through deserts, jungles, caves and Arceus knows where else without someone to keep your stupid ass from getting impaled by an Aggron? No? Didn't think so."

Her trainer sighed. They bickered like siblings, being paired together at a young age. They grew up together, and this was always something she would bring up.

"Anne, would you just get off my back? I really appreciate what you've done for me all these years, but you don't have to do all of this just so you can keep me safe. You're incredibly tough as it is."

"Thanks. But my job is never done, and neither is your stupidity. One day, we'll face a really strong opponent I won't be able to defeat now. If you're gonna beat Hilda and that Reshiram of hers, your ace has to get stronger. I love you, Harry. It's my duty to make sure you win. That's why you got me. I'll make you proud."

His green eyes looked into her reddish pink eyes, signature of a Gardevoir, and ran his hand through her hair.

She looked to the psychic that owned the dojo. He simply nodded and walked in.

Anne followed him into the dojo, unsure of what would come.

She was met with no psychic trainer, a room larger than the tiny tent she had entered, and a solitary Alakazam.

"Hey, where'd he go?" The trainer had vanished into thin air! Alakazam chuckled.

"You know Teleport is a move, right?" Anne huffed, before realizing, facepalming immediately.

"Duh, how could I forget? I learned that move. I mastered using it. I Teleported us here, for the love of... jeez, it's like being asked your favorite song and then everything just flows out, blehhh!"

She noticed Alakazam had his arms folded while leaning against a wall. "You done yet? I mean, if you wanna go on, we're being paid big bucks for this, sooooo..."

"Hey," she asked while approaching him. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Chill, chill. I was just busting your chops. You're fine. You just say what you think before I need to read your mind, so that's cool."

"Aren't you supposed to be like, super zen, like an Alakazam?" Anne asked, annoyed.

"Aren't you supposed to be asking me what we're doing in this training dojo, like a Pokémon whose trainer just spent 10,000 Pokés on her training?" Alakazam fired back.

"So, why are we here?" She asked.

"Fair enough. Name's Anne. What's yours?" The as of now nameless Alakazam realized he had forgotten to introduce himself.

"Whoops, sorry. Name's Draiman. Heh. Look, all those psychics who act super zen and pretentious were either trained at a snooty prestigious private school or had their parents buy them a Pokémon that was. Honing your psychic abilities is about getting in tune with your emotions and focusing your power into acting on a thought. And that's why I'm here. I was trained by a snarky dipshit, so I'm a little bit of a snarky dipshit. There's your answer."

"You still haven't answered my original question, Draiman. What are we doing here?" Anne tapped her concealed foot impatiently.

"Ooh, hot blooded. I like it. -ahem- Challenger. This first chamber will be a test of your battling skills. Once you beat me, you will proceed. Your challenge starts..." Draiman suddenly shot a Shadow Ball at Anne, prompting her to Teleport out of the way in reflex.

"Now!" He yelled, firing off volleys of psychic energy that Anne barely dodged.

"You ass! I didn't even have time to w-a-a-a-ah!" Anne shouted, screams trailing off once she had been tossed to the wall by Draiman's Psychic.

"Less yappin', more slappin'!" Draiman shouted as he tossed Anne around the room, slamming her on walls like a pinball machine effortlessly, his eyes still closed and folded arms resting on his floating crossed legs.

"Rrrah!" Anne yelled, using her own Psychic to break free of her captor's grip, firing off her own Shadow Ball that Draiman easily dodged.

"C'mon, you gotta get creative if you wanna pin down a Psychic-type!" A Dazzling Gleam blinded Anne and blasted her to the back wall, leaving Anne slumped. Draiman charged a large Shadow Ball.

"Guh... what'd you say? Pin...aha! You're not... gonna get me!" Said Anne, twirling her arms, conjuring a transparent pink seal that caused Draiman's ball of malevolent energy to fizzle out in his hands, Anne looming over him as he scrambled to find a move to use.

"Clever girl. I must say... that was cool. But now I can feel my weaknesses. I can't use... Shadow Ball, Psychic, Psyshock, Dazzling Gleam, and, what is this, Grass Knot? Focus Blast? Wow, your trainer sure has you kitted out! I can't even use my own Imprison!" Draiman said incredulously, a flash of devious intent spreading across his face.

"Yeah, and don't think I don't see you over there trying to Nasty Plot so you can knock me out with a piddly little Energy Ball. I guess what I'm trying to say is..." Anne, still shivering from her pain, legs wobbling, almost giving out under her frailty, charged a Shadow Ball, and tanked Draiman's special hits with her massive bulk.

"Hahh!" Anne was suddenly cut off by a shout and a wave of Draiman's hand, and an intense burning pain in her head that caused her own Shadow Ball to dissipate, though it didn't deter Anne. Indeed, it seemed to even bolster her confidence and widen her shit-eating grin.

"You didn't let me finish my one-liner! I was saying you should really knock it off. But if you ain't gonna, I'll do it for you!" Anne yelled, her hand blackening and knocking his right-hand spoon to the wayside as he bent it to focus his power, a shockwave of dark energy turning Draiman into a quivering mess that crashed into the floor.

"Keh! Nice move, but I haven't been defeated just yet! The next door will not open until I am completely- oop!" Said Draiman before collapsing from the damage of Anne's Thief.

"Now I got both your spoons! What do you have to say to that?"

"I have to say, it's either genius or complete fucking Taurosshit that you have two physical Dark moves. Either way, you may proceed. You have completely fucking wrecked me, so... ugh, you're gonna have to use your own telekinesis to open the door. Take a spoon for a souvenir if you wanna, I got a bajillion of 'em. Goodbye, good job, best of luck to ya."

"Haha, alright, see ya, Draiman~" Anne said in a sing-song voice as she psychically opened the door, incredibly nonplussed by the Xatu she found in a later corridor, sighing and preemptively charging a volley of ghastly energy.

"I am Sterne, m'lady. Hold your Shadow Balls, I am not here to fight. This challenge is of skill, not fighting prowess. I am here to test your precognitive abilities."

"You're that totem pole birdy-thing. A Xatu. You can... see the future, right?"

"Yes, and the past. For instance, you intend to make your doubts clear to me, and I assure you predicting your opponent's moves is not as hard as you think."

"Wow. So... can you show me how?"

"Yes. By the way, you pass. Just a little confidence boost for you. So..." Both of the Xatu's eyes glowed neon pink.

"Kwah-hah! Let the training begin!" He said.

Several more grueling training sessions awaited Anne that day. After Sterne, there was a Gallade named Kenshin that taught her how to rely on her physical senses in a fight, an Indeedee named Clara who taught her how to summon Terrain and how to use it to her advantage, and a Sigilyph named Dorothi who taught her how to use Miracle Eye to hit Dark types. All of it took place in sterile, monocolor rooms with minimal to no decoration.

Which made for a shock when, weary and drenched in sweat, Anne walked into what was practically a fairytale condensed into a Pokemon League style room, albeit about twice as big as any of those rooms. In it, Anne found neither a primary nor secondary Psychic type, not even one that would know even a single Psychic move.

What she found... was a solitary Zoroark curled up on the mossy, root-dappled ground, stretching its legs and seemingly reluctantly standing up to welcome its new visitor.

"Ahh, so this is the wonderful little Gardevoir I have heard about, passing with flying colors. Wonderful, wonderful. Though, it does pain me a bit that my beauty sleep was interrupted." Anne was taken aback by the buttery, dark chocolate-like richness of his voice. A calm washed over her as he spoke, feeling her vitality returning even before taking the Leppa Berries and Moomoo Milks that were given to her to actually heal her fatigue.

"You sound like a pompous prick." Anne remarked, met with a snide grin in response.

"You won't hear an argument from me, my dear. It is simply the nature of my species to be mischievous, snarky, and all around, a general nuisance. Not that it excuses any behavior on my part, but just so you know." The nameless shadow fox replied, circling Anne on all fours.

"Ugh, more shit to deal with! I wanna go home, I wanna go home, please tell me what your name and gimmick is so I can get this shit done." Anne groaned like a spoiled child.

"-gasp- Gimmick? Gimmick?" Zoroark feigned being offended, slinking around Anne and making shocked faces as if she had insulted his entire bloodline.

"That's the thing, Anne. There is no gimmick. First of all, name's Praester, and while the others have taught you how to mold your mind into an offensive weapon, I will serve as your final exam and test your ability to defend against the dark arts your future opponents will employ to counter your mastery of Psychic moves."

"Easy. I spent hours doing that other shit, I got it down."

"Oh? Might I ask you, Anne, what the room we inhabit is made out of?"

"The usual outdoor stuff. Dirt, grass, shrubbery, I think that's supposed to be an oasis with a tiny beach over there, that kinda thing." Anne wiggled her toes on the ground to confirm as much, and the texture seemed to correspond with her intuition.

However, Praester challenged that notion, when at a mere flick of a claw, reality seemed to... stutter for a bit. The room was blindingly egg-white and artificially lit for a moment, akin to the previous rooms she had seen before, but only for a moment. Anne rubbed her eyes furiously in disbelief.

"Huh? W-what was that?" She nervously shouted in bewilderment.

"My dear Anne, what if I told you... that building you entered was exactly as big as it appeared? That you were not Teleported or whisked away in any shape, sort, or fashion to a larger facility? That you never left the first room?"

"I would say you're a damn lunatic, but given the shit I've seen over this... crazy week I've had, I guess I could suspend my disbelief a bit further."

"Tell me, Anne. Just what do you know about my species, eh?"

"To be honest, I haven't ever seen anything like you before. Didn't wanna be rude about it... but just what are you? You certainly aren't Psychic-type, but you don't give off that malevolent aura that Dark-types like Malamar do. How... did you do that?"

"Oh, my gorgeous dear, anything can happen when your senses are fooled. Tell me, how do you dodge an attack you can't even perceive? How do you identify rotting garbage if all you can smell is roses? How do you know you're not burning alive right now? That your senses are entirely correct in judging the fact that you aren't being incinerated at this very moment?"

"Well, to that I'd say... I trust my senses. They've done good for me so far. Are you saying you can mess with my senses?"

"'Mess' is the understatement of the century, Anne. Your senses of smell, touch, taste, sight, and hearing... they are all mine to control as long as you do not break free. The power of illusions... that is the skill I have mastered after years of constant training."

"Interesting. So... you're a Dark-type. In a Psychic-type training facility. You made me hallucinate going through doors so your friends could Teleport in and out without needing a ton of space."

"Our master is very... frugal."

"Hrmm, on one hand, it does seem pretty smart and inexpensive, but on the other hand it's a very cheap-ass thing to do, considering my trainer had to shell out 10000 Pokés to come here, and yours didn't even bother to spruce up the place!"

"Oh-ho! So you wouldn't call this..." He vaguely gestured towards the terrain around them.

"Sprucing things up?" He asked in annoyance.

"Ok, ok, I getcha, it looks very nice. Don't get your fur in a tangle. Anyways, we've gotten way off topic. Let's get this final test done so I can go home."

"Hm. Direct and to the point. I like you, woman." Praester's face muscles tightened as he readied his body and jumped to his feet. His expression sharpened to a sneering grin accompanied by dilated pupils.

"Get ready to face the fury of a Zoroark, the illusionary creature of legend!" He snarled, leaping at Anne with a Shadow Claw to assault her weaker physical defenses.

"Hrrah!" Shouted Anne in response, shooting a Moonblast at her attacker, though it was for naught, because as Praester was about to get hit, he suddenly disappeared in a short-lived puff of smoke. Several more of him were conjured out of thin air and attacked her, though they were thwarted over and over by Anne's Dazzling Gleam, tiring the young psychic quickly to the point where beads of sweat flowed down her dress. A laugh emanated from every corner of the room, and Anne was knocked into the back wall of the vulpine's chamber by a seemingly invisible force.

"Hahah... silly Gardevoir, do you not remember what I told you? You won't ever stand a ghost of a chance unless you can break my illusion. The nature of Dark-typing is the corruption of one's mind, the assault against one's very faculties. All of you Psychic-types, playing fairly, fighting your opponents with mere strength of mind, will never win against my soul-shattering strategy until you see through my tactics. Now, while I still pull my punches... fight! Overcome!" Praester monologued ethereally.

"You need to work on your speeches!" Anne yelled, using Calm Mind to boost her psychic prowess and focused all her power into using Miracle Eye and dispelled the illusion. Regaining her footing, she spoke in huffs and puffs to the now fully visible Zoroark in front of her.

"I'm not gonna fall for that again. You better -fuck!- come at me soon, or else I'm gonna -guh!- build up my Calm Minds and beat your ass." A heavy sigh punctuated her sentences.

"You're the one who's been beat. You're sweating, huffing, and hurt, while I'm in tip-top shape. You've got a hell of an uphill battle here. I think it's time I give you a little incentive. If you beat me, here, on your first try, you get a special mystery reward. Do you accept the challenge?"

"Hell yeah, I'd love a freebie." Anne wore a confident smirk.

"Tch. You'll need that confidence to survive this!" Praester, for real this time, charged Anne with a Shadow Claw, his blinding speed seemingly getting the jump on the defending psychic, but a flash of hot pink eyes proved otherwise. Anne launched Praester into the back wall with a flick of her wrist, holding him there for just enough time to score a clean hit with her Moonblast.

"Grr, I never liked Sterne all too much. That fucking smarts, you clarvoiyant little shit. Maybe you're not as dainty as I thought. In fact, you might be the best student this place has seen in a long while, ha ha! Good..." Praester trailed off into a low snarl that grew louder and louder, until the negative energy fueled by Praester's hate weakened Anne's psychic hold on him. A Dark Pulse radiated from Praester, shattering Anne's mental grip and causing her to flinch.

"That means I don't have to hold back!" Poison seeped from Praester's maw, oozing down to the floor like congealed blood in what could only be described as a cover for an LSD fueled 80s rock band's first album, sans the apocalypse in the background.

"Perish!" The crimson-clawed vulpine spat at Anne, quite literally. Viscous, corrosive balls of sludge were hurled at Anne, whose future vision could only help her dodge so much when her feet could hardly move. Praester's Sludge Bombs splattered on the floor and walls around Anne, corroding her dress and surrounding her with a veritable moat of toxic goo.

"Heh, you're pretty stupid if you think you can -huff- trap a Psychic-type with something like this!" Said Anne, preparing to Teleport.

"Well, to that I say... how far in the future could you look?" Praester said with a sly smile, his fur standing on end in anticipation of an attack. Just as psychic energy materialized out of thin air to attack him, he lunged at Anne impossibly fast, a Sucker Punch letting him dodge Anne's Future sight. Though, what he didn't expect, was his fist thudding against Anne like a brick wall as the room's walls turned a deep purple.

"About that far." Anne's hands glowed a blinding white before launching Praester to the wall with a brutally powerful Expanding Force, dropping him to the floor, completely and utterly defeated. Anne collapsed similarly once Praester's poison dissipated, exhausted in mind and body, startled when Praester broke into raucous laughter.

"Ha. Ha-ha! A-ha-ha-ha-ha! Absolutely wonderful! Anne, you pass. With flying colors, no less."

"Yeah? Couldn't tell, thanks for clearing things up, heh!"

"Now... after Draiman gets here with the Full Restores and Max Elixirs, I can't wait to really congratulate you for your level of skill that you've acquired over this short period of time."

"Yay-y-y-y-y-y... Sorry, I might not be the most enthusiastic, for obvious reasons."

"Do not worry, my precious pupil, not everyone is as... energetic as I. You're one of the only ones to not quit halfway through, so don't feel bad that you're too tired to speak when many have run with their tails between their legs once the going got tough."

"That's... actually kinda sweet." Anne said with a slight smile.

"Oh no, really? Drat, nevermind then!" Praester chuckled with a toothy grin, causing Anne to laugh along.

"Welp, I guess we just have to wait until help gets here. Good fight, Praester."

"Exceptional work, Anne, one of the most thrilling fights I've ever had teaching at this facility."

And so, student and teacher laid on the floor, until Draiman arrived with revitalizing medicine for the both of them, wide-eyed and incredibly amused by his co-worker's state.

"Ho-lee shit. She really fuckin' got you! Guess what that means?" The spoon-bending psychic looming over him gloated with a shit-eating grin.

"Could you just administer the accursed medicine, Draiman -agh!-'' Praester winced as Draiman spritzed him with a Full Restore and Max Elixir.

"It means I won the be-et~" Draiman continued to parade his victory over the defeated fox below him, who would've knocked him out had he not just nursed him to full health.

"Feh, you'll get your Psychic Gem in due time. Go heal up Anne. She's done a very good job today." Karma spat angrily, irritation visible on his face.

"Haven't seen Praester beat up like that since I can remember. Good for him, his ego was getting way overinflated. Great work, Anne." Draiman whispered as to not provoke Praester, hardly audible over Anne's winces and grunts.

"Th-thanks." Anne stood up with a grunt, fully healed and ready to go as ever.

"Alright, Draiman, you've fulfilled your responsibilities, get out and await the next challenger, I have to congratulate a young psychic who actually aspires to something. Good day to you." Said an exasperated Praester.

"Alright, aright, I'm gone." Said Draiman before Teleporting away.

"Good Arceusdamn riddance, you dunce." Praester turned to Anne, grasping her hands and speaking in a softer, less sarcastic voice than normal.

"-sigh- Arceus, I love Draiman to death, he's been on my Master's team since I was a Zorua, but, and this is rich coming from me, he can be a real nuisance." Anne simply nodded in agreement.

"So... with that out of the way... Congratulations. You've beaten our gauntlet of psychic challenges. You've proven your proficiency in battling ability, clairvoyance, Terrain summoning, use of Miracle Eye to best Dark-types, and illusion shattering. So... you've earned... this." Praester pulled a black-beaded necklace from his mane, a beautifully cut Gardevoirite as its crown jewel, and placed it around Anne's neck, leaving her speechless, her only utterance for a few seconds was a gasp in amazement.

"It's amazing! Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" Anne jumped up and down in joy, hugging around Praester's neck.

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"It's no issue, dear. But..."

"Yes?"

"That wasn't your very special reward I mentioned earlier."

"Then... what is?"

Praester's expression turned almost predatory, and Anne's nose suddenly caught a slight whiff of a salty musk.

"Say, girl... you ever had a lover?"

"Uhh... no-o-o?" Anne said quizzically, a tinge of nervousness staining her voice.

"Obviously, you can opt out at any time... but it's been a long while since I've... relieved myself down there. Would you mind... indulging me? I promise, I'll make it worth your time."

"B-but... but... I'm saving myself. For Harry. My trainer. We haven't f-f-fucked in a while." Anne stumbled over her words, struggling to even say the f-word in that context. Praester circled her quickly, losing himself to his base desires, his persuasive voice slowly turning into a low growl.

"Then, love... couldn't you use a bit of practice?" Praester raised a metaphorical eyebrow. Anne sheepishly rubbed her back, her nostrils burning from Praester's increasingly intoxicating musk.

"I... look, I, shit, now that I really think about it, I'd love to. But Harry is the love of my life. And I can't... betray him like that." Anne chuckled nervously.

"Tell me, if you two are in love, why haven't you made love together in a while? Certainly, if he loved you as much as you do him, then the two of you would indulge in each other's bodies often, as a shameless celebration of your unity." Anne couldn't face Praester as he spoke. No tears streamed down her face, but her voice was stained by a solemn acceptance of a miserable reality.

"That's a very nice thought, but... he doesn't wanna get caught. He thinks, damn his foolishness, that if people found out we were together, that he'd lose his credibility as a trainer, that no one would ever see him as any more than a gross pervert. That, even as Champion, no one would take us as anything more than a freak show, and we'd forever be nobodies compared to the "purity" of Hilda and Iris and Alder. It's... -sigh- maddening. We occasionally do a little fooling around every now and then, but he gets nervous and we have to stop. He does it because he loves me and wants me to be on top of the world, but... I'd rather be living with him in the fucking sewers if it meant we could be honest about our feelings." Praester shook his head and sobered up a bit, awkwardly interlocking his claws with her fingers.

"Arceus alive, I'm so sorry, I should never have let my biology control me like that. Look, my offer was an idiotic act of selfishness and lust. You can leave, come back in a few weeks to hone your Mega Evolution skills, and I'll act like nothing ever happened." Praester expected maybe a middle finger or some sort of insult from the young hothead psychic, but no such thing came.

"Nah, fuck it. I think if I'm gonna get blown off for the rest of my life, I'm gonna get my fix elsewhere. Look, I know I've been a bitch today, and being tired isn't an excuse, and I'm very sorry. Bu-ut... would you mind turning this little psychic's brain to mush with your giant fox cock? Pretty please?" Anne batted her eyelashes

"Heh, if you spent more than a day around me, you'd know your attitude today doesn't even scratch my usual mischievous antics. You're forgiven, sweetheart. Now..." Praester shoved Anne to the ground causing her to yelp in surprise, chuckling darkly and radiating a sickeningly lustful aura.

"Mind helping me with this?" Praester grinned, motioning to his thick, vulpine, blood-red shaft that sported a bulbous knot the size of a tennis ball.

"Gladly~ You can just stick it down there, hun, no need for foreplay~ My only rule? Be sweet, alright, darling?"

"Oh, the pretty little princess isn't afraid? Even though her Psychic-type attacks won't faze me one bit?"

"Drop it, dude. You're in point blank range for a Focus Blast and a Moonblast. That macho-scary shit ain't sexy."

"Hrr, alright then, my dainty little lover." Praester licked Anne's cheek sensually while lining himself up with her dainty pink petals.

"You're big... I can't wait for that thing to be in me..." Anne whispered incredulously, eyes nearly bulging out of her head, pussy quivering and drenching the floor with her feminine fluids.

"My, my... I may be a little rude, precious, but even one such as I cannot stand to make a lady wait. On 3..." Anne waited with baited breath.

"2..." Praester took a deep breath in and out, savoring Anne's scent and slightly pushing against her entrance.

"1!" Praester growled thunderously and, with painful amounts of restraint, slowly lodged all but his knot inside the angel underneath him, stretching her tiny body near its limits.

"G-good... so good. " Anne moaned, clutching Praester's shoulders to brace herself for the imminent pounding she was due to receive.

"Rrah! Tight... wet... good. My lovely Psychic knotsocket. I'll make this well worth your while." Praester snarled, wrapping his lithe, clawed arms around Anne and thrusting gently, warming Anne up for when their session would eventually intensify.

"D-doin' a great job of that already. Hehehe... heh..." Anne chuckled nervously, moaning daintily and lightly wincing as Praester started to move.

"Hnghh... my protege, may I move? This coital stagnation is almost painful." Praester slightly withdrew his enormous shaft and pushed in Anne again just a bit faster than before, causing her to yelp in pain.

"F-fuck! It hurts, b-but there's a nugget of p-pleasure somewhere in there. P-Praester... if you're the 'Master of the Senses' or whatever the fuck, could you maybe illusion out this pain and just leave the good part?"

"Clever girl~ Very well then. Just let that pretty little head of yours relax. Give into the illusion and focus on the pleasure. You're going to be just fine." Praester's velvety, saccharine voice melted Anne's heart with its sickly sweet feigned consideration, leaving her head fuzzy and quiet as the pain faded from her body and her loins burned like hellfire.

"Yeesh, not that I'm... -guh!- c-complaining b-but aren't you kinda... overdoin' it a little?" Said Anne breathily, cheeks blushing a deep strawberry red, absentmindedly fondling herself.

"Who knows, I might be exaggerating a little, but maybe I'm just that good." Praester punctuated with a snicker, following up with "But the real question that should be asked here is... may I start thrusting, dear?"

"You fuckin' hack, you know the answer is 'fuck me senseless' damn well! Asshole... just... work your magic. A-and thank you. For this. Heh... I think I might be warming up to you a bit." Anne said just moments before a loud snarl erupted from Praester as he slowly rutted Anne, only gaining in speed with every passing minute. Large vulpine balls slapped lightly against her skin with increasing frequency and roughness, leaving a slight imprint of sweat after repeated impact. Anne, of course, did not know or care about most of that information, because she, for the first time in ages, felt like she was in absolute paradise.

"Ha-ah-aah, nffffff! M-more, more, mo-o-ore! I d-don't c-are if I regret this for the rest of my life, please make me cum until my mind turns into goo~" Anne yipped happily in bliss while all but an enormous knot stretched her wider than she thought she could ever go, though without pain, in a dreamlike fashion. A brief twinge of intelligence in Anne brought faint feelings of admiration for Praester's skills in design, but that too was soon consumed by the much more powerful feeling of ecstasy that washed over her when Praester slammed himself into her with reckless abandon and forced her hands to the side to caress her pliable, bouncy breasts, briefly mentally cursing his claws for the inability to toy with her nipples.

"Good girl~ Keep that silly sex talk going. I'm more of a 'mon of action, so to speak, but that voice of yours is amazing, nnh..." Praester laid on top of Anne, setting his head down on her shoulder and lapping at her neck with his rough, long tongue, grunting and whining in pleasure softly as his student's cunt attempted to milk him for all he had while he pounded her..

"Hnh... G-good, so good! The pressure's building up like crazy! I need to cum! Nnf, why haven't I cum yet?" Anne shouted in a brief moment of clarity, thrusting back desperately in rhythm with Praester in an attempt to bring herself to an endlessly building orgasm.

"In reality, Anne, you've orgasmed twice already. Your mind hasn't quite caught up yet, since I think you'd appreciate a big finale after a long while of difficult challenges. I know I feel amazing to you, so I won't disappoint you."

"J-just... f-fuck, you feel amazing. It feels so good, I'm losing my fuckin' mind~ I just... really need that release... whatever you do, just... let me cum in a couple minutes, okay?" Anne said almost breathlessly, her consciousness hanging by a thread, only thinking about cumming her brains out.

"No problem, love. You've definitely earned this." From then on, the two bipeds ceased any form of verbal communication aside from tired moans and grunts of pleasure. Praester's were deep and guttural, sounding akin to a lowly growling beast rather than the mischievous little devil that drove himself into the smaller psychic under him. Anne's moans were light and airy in contrast, like warm biscuits fresh out of the oven, a sweet song soothing Praester's instincts and allowing his rational mind to calm for a bit and deliver a smidge of intelligent dialog after a while of rough fucking.

"Rah, your moans and other little sounds are lovely, darling. It's usually hard, you know, to resist the urge to succumb to my own instincts and rut you for real, risking damage to your insides. But you, my star pupil, have made it oh, so much easier. Watching that adorable dainty face of yours contort into a lusty mess while I drive my shaft into your heavenly snatch. Your impassioned cries for more... After years of passionless sex partners, I think submission's appeal has dried out like a spring flower in a drought. Meanwhile, seeing you simply losing yourself is as if a rose has somehow sprouted in that dry, cracked land. Despite my cool and collected voice, Anne... I'm very close. In reality, I'm snarling like a feral Granbull. And if I'm not mistaken, you're supposed to go home in the morning. Shall we wrap this up, dear?"

"Just... let me fuckin' cum~" Was all Anne had to say.

"Alright, precious, rrah... I'm gonna knot you and paint your luscious flower white with my foxy seed. You want that, precious angel? Want me to pump you full of thick baby batter and let you cum around my massive length?" Anne's face lit up.

"L-let's -ahn!- cum t-together, okay? Mmph, I don't even know or care if you can breed me or not, I just want you to fuck me 'till you cum and bring me to climax finally~" Anne said shakily, yanking desperately on Praester's hair in an attempt to hold on for dear life as they bucked against each other in unison.

"Brace yourself, my prodigy, nghh! This is for all our efforts! Rrh, take my seed, take my sperm deep inside your... ffffff-fuck! I'm c-cumming! I'm cumming, dear~" The illusion shattered in an instant, the brunt of all withheld pleasure hitting Anne like a bullet train off rails and on-course to squash a banana. Praester forcefully shoved his knot into Anne with a loud squelch, burying Praester more than deep enough inside her to pump rope after impossibly thick and sticky rope into her, weeks of pent-up breeding cum from his visibly contracting and jerking balls bloating her thin frame as if it were a lazily inflated water balloon.

"Shitshitshitshitshit cummi-i-i-ing!" Anne screamed to the heavens while her body shook like an earthquake in orgasm. What was left of her mind went and she lost any and all ability to speak or think of anything other than the mind and body fuck she had just recieved, going completely limp and weak as her raggedy breaths slowed a bit. Her feminine fluids drenched Praester's shaft and slowly deflating knot as it slipped from her well-worn pussy with a neat little pop! A few minutes passed before either student or master could speak, much less move.

"I am very, very sore. Gimme a sec. I'm gonna get Draiman to patch us up again." Said Anne, using her telepathy to swiftly send signals so snarky spooned psychic Draiman could quickly aid them with healing items before Praester could protest.

"You rascal, now he's going to know what we just did." Praester spat.

"And? It rocked. He wouldn't make fun of you if he knew how good it was. And my status as the psychic most attuned to emotions makes me uniquely qualified to communicate that information." Anne smirked proudly.

"Please darling, if you are to do that, do it behind closed doors and at enough length for me to flee the region with ample time leftover to contemplate my embarrassment." Praester remarked with visible disgust.

"Pinky promise." Anne said with a smile that stretched ear to ear.

A day of well-earned rest and relaxation followed for all parties involved with Anne's training. The next day, accompanied by her trainer, Anne left the tent content, with retention of previous conventions and tensions that combined to form her education. One thing still bothered her, and she got away from her trainer right before leaving to approach Praester, disguised as a clerk advertising more services for the dojo, nervous yet still firm in her words.

"Look, Praester. Last night was great, b-but I'm kinda worried you might have ruined sex for me... forever. Could you, like... get someone to erase that memory for me?" Anne asked sheepishly.

"Hrmm... that could be negotiated... for a price." Praester said with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, YOU-"

"Kidding! I'm kidding! I'll get a specialist down here shortly." Praester said with a slightly more genuine yet still crooked smile.

"Good. Jeez, shoulda seen that coming." Ane remarked, tapping her fingers on Praester's fake clerk's desk.

"Anne! What's all this about, then?" Popped up a slightly far away voice that rapidly approached the nonexistent counter.

"Oh, you must've been the Harry I've been hearing all about these past few weeks! Congratulations on having such an amazing partner to travel and battle with! Say, bucko, your pal here was inquiring about our Mega Evolution camp that opens early in a few weeks, for graduates only. Rates start at 30k!" Anne could only look on, flabbergasted and speechless.

"That sounds great! Where do we sign?" Harry asked excitedly, forgetting to consult his partner in the signing process that Praester guided him through. Anne knew Harry wouldn't let her forgo that extra training through sheer annoyance alone. Well, at least Anne would rest assured that she would have time to get her memory wiped soon enough. That, and she finally had the perfect words to hurl at Praester.

"You... SICK BASTARD!" To which Praester had only one reply.

"See ya in the summer, dearie~"

A/N: Thank FUCK that is over after 2. Freakin. Years! Anyways, thank you as always for reading. Please comment and vote to share your opinions, and special thanks to my currently only Patron (who got this story a week early), my lovely partner. I wish you all luck with whatever life throws your way, and I'll see you at 100k!