Alrighty, another poll winner. I was honestly a bit surprised this one won, because like with all things I'm not currently writing I already dislike Gardevoir's Harem, and figured that people who liked that wouldn't be up for a yuri version of it.

The world had changed quite a bit since Mage, the male Gardevoir who'd made a team of other male pokemon, his team and lovers, had become the Kanto champ.

The champion of the region could enforce changes to the workings of the region, and all four Elites needed to be against them in order to prevent their order going through.

With all four on his side, Mage had been able to make several large changes. Certain pokemon, those with the congantize ability equal to or greater than humans were officially able to become pokemon trainers.

Of course there were outliers, so any pokemon was allowed to take a test to prove they were qualified to become a trainer; same as humans. Pokephilia had begun to run rampant, and new pokemon-pokemon trainers were inspired to take the region by storm. One such trainer was Toril, ironically not a Kanto native.

She was a Lucario, and had been training her entire life. Like most fighting types, she hadn't had any specific goal, but when she'd heard about the changes in Kanto, she immediately set off towards the region.

She'd managed to make it completely of her own will. It hadn't been easy. Many sleepless nights spent climbing, swimming, or running, but she'd been able to make it, and shortly after, she'd taken the test to prove her qualification.

She was a trainer, and was given the same choices as any other in Pallet. She happily took the pokeball for a Charmander, as training a pokemon to which she had a weakness seemed like a good challenge for her. Granted, combat and training were far from her only intentions.

As a Lucario, she was innately combat oriented. Unlike most though, she was a more sexually oriented pokemon. She contributed this entirely to the tales of Mage's journey.

She didn't plan on just mauling pokemon sexually, but the moment she reached the room at the center for the night and let out the Charmander, she was forced to question this policy. The pokemon was young, and was slightly surprised to see who and what her trainer was; though she could sense some of her intentions from the look in the fighting type's eyes as she looked her starter over.

The Charmander blushed deeply as Toril approached her. Despite her breed's tendency towards aggression and being the one in control, the Charmander was young, inexperienced, and evidently quite shy.

If anything this made the Lucario more determined to make the fire type hers. The Charmander didn't fear her though, as Toril could make her intentions known through her aura, extending it around her to be felt by the others in the area. The Charmander could feel that she didn't want to hurt her at all, but knowing that didn't make her less nervous for what she did want to do.

What made her more nervous was that she *did* want to keep going, both to appease her new trainer, and to enjoy time with a beautiful female, but the Lucario's ability to sense this desire only made her embarrassed and somewhat ashamed even.

Toril couldn't stand for this. Shyness she found cute, inexperience and youth was just enticing for her, but shame? She couldn't tolerate that.

Utilizing her enhanced speed, she pushed forward, grabbing the young Charmander and holding her close to her own body-flaming tail harmlessly pushed between the Lucario's legs so it didn't burn her-before she could panic and run away.

The fire type whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as she expected to be groped and taken roughly; only to be shocked when nothing of the sort came. Toril moved her hands slowly along the little fire lizard's body, sending small pulses of aura into her to relax her muscle; a aura based instant massage. It sent pleasurable shudders through the Charmander as her body relaxed, allowing her calm down as she laid the Lucario's arms, cuddling up to her. In her pleasured state, she considered that she might never need leave them.

'Are you alright now?' She asked softly, wanting her to know they didn't have to go any further if she didn't want to. Mage hadn't gotten where he was by forcing himself on his lovers, and she wouldn't either.

The Charmander nodded, remaining where she was even when the stronger pokemon's hands moved back from her body.

'Yes my trainer,' She said, squirming slightly in the Lucario's arms, 'I.. I would like to keep going.'

Toril smiled at this, her hands moving back onto the Charmander's body, moving along it more sensually than before. It came to a stop at her chest, beginning to gently massage her breasts as she leaned down to kiss the fire type's neck.

Hearing the Charmander's soft, adorable moans nearly broke Toril's will power all at once, but her diligent training kept her strong, and she continued her gently touches as her paws moved down between the Charmander's legs, gently rubbing against her already warm, wet slit.

Grinning at the Charmander's arousal, she sent another pulse of aura into her body through her most sensitive area. The Charmander whimpered, a shudder going through her entire body as her hips reflexively fucked against the Lucario's paw for more.

Not wanting to tease and keep the fire type waiting too long, Toril pushed her fingers into her little starter pokemon's warm pussy, gently fingering her as she sucked on her neck. The Charmander could feel her trainer's own arousal, the heat and wetness of her pussy only an inch or so away from her tail.

Not wanting to be lazy or selfish, the Charmander began to move her tail, letting the length of it move up and grind against her slit, rubbing her gently. She was mindful of the burning tip to avoid hurting her trainer as she pleased her with her tail.

Toril moaned softly against the young pokemon's neck, sucking harder on the soft scales of her neck. Her fingers began to pump harder into her, digging against her warm cunt roughly. Wanting to test her resistance to pleasure, Toril let out one last rush of aura with her fingers deep inside of her.

The sensation of the energy flowing through her soaking folds was too much for the Charmander, and with a whimper, she entire body locked up against the Lucario as she came, unable to handle it.

She breathed deeper from the feeling of the release, blushing as she felt the sensation of her trainer grinding her own slit down against the base of her tail. Toril wouldn't go too far too fast, but she at least needed to get herself off once with her sweet little Charmander.

She would train her to be the best; in battle and in bed. It was gonna be a long, wonderful journey.

Toril: warrior, if you were wondering. Continuing the trend from Gardevoir's Harem, all the names will be combinations of Japanese and Latin words; though ironically Toril is neither, a norse term if I'm remembering correctly.