Falinks? More like Freaklinks.

“I hope the ride to Hoenn wasn’t too difficult, dear? Thank you for riding with the boxes to make sure everything was okay.” Scarlet’s mother helped the young adult down from the moving truck, kissing her on the forehead before turning with a flourish to show off their new home. “Say ‘Alola’ to the Hoenn region, Scar. This is our new house, and dad’s gym is only a few routes away. Once you get your own Pokemon you can even go down there to visit him whenever you want.”

Scarlet was just looking around, first at the house before letting her eyes wander around the rest of the small town, making note of a larger man in a lab coat making his way North onto the route leading out of town--presumably Professor Birch, from whom Scarlet would be getting her first Pokemon in the next few days if everything went to plan. She was shaken from her thoughts by her mother patting her on the back, motioning once more to the house. Scarlet let the Machoke movers pass her as they were unloading boxes from the truck, finding a moment between their walking back and forth to slip into the house and upstairs. There was a mover already upstairs in her room, it nodded as it set down a box labeled “Scarlet’s office supplies” onto the floor beside the desk. She stepped out of the way, excited to finally have a room to herself after having to share that cramped one-bedroom in Unova with her parents, an arrangement nobody had really been all that happy with.

Scarlet was otherwise left to her own devices for a while after her mother came up to remind her to set her clock, just unpacking her desk or occasionally helping the Machoke mover with some of the boxes if for no other reason than she liked to feel helpful. Once the last of her boxes were moved up to the room, Scarlet could see the movers just focusing on some of the last few boxes for downstairs, and she grabbed the Machoke mover before he was able to head back downstairs.

“Could I… can I ask you to help me with one more thing?” Scarlet asked, twisting one leg back and forth on the ball of her foot as she bit the inside of her lip. The Machoke gave her an affirmation, letting her lead it back to the bed where she sat the mover down on the edge of the bed, putting a finger to her lips to tell him to keep quiet as she brought a hand down and palmed the front of his shorts. The mover was surprised at first, but quickly it leaned back to give her more space as it let its head roll back. Scarlet was biting her lip almost hard enough to make herself bleed as she teased him, looking back and forth between its pleasured expression and the bulge forming in the front of its shorts until finally she sank to her knees between its legs. The Machoke was careful not to disrupt her as it lifted up its hips, helping her drop its shorts down to its ankles, then it put both hands back on the mattress to let Scarlet do her thing.

Once the Machoke’s cock was out of its shorts, Scarlet let out an involuntary hum, the smell of him was so intoxicating even after such light work (for a Machoke, at least), her mouth already starting to salivate before she’d even wrapped her hand around the base. She touched it gently at first, an affirmative trill from the Machoke following soon after and encouraging her to  keep going, which she obliged by bringing her lips right to the base of its cock where the shaft connected to the balls and she kissed the skin with a sort of reverence reserved for lovers and the divine Arceus. Her eyes closed, lips parted as she drew a tongue up along the vein on the underside of the Machoke’s cock. Both her and the mover were humming with one another, a gentle tap on the side of her head reminding her that she’d been the one to encourage silence just a few moments ago.

When she decided she needed more, Scarlet brought one hand up to cup the Machoke’s balls while the other hand wrapped around its shaft. She kissed the tip, sucking in another deep breath through her nostrils before she took it into her mouth, slowly sinking further and further down until she could feel Machoke's head teasing her gag reflex.  Scarlet gave herself a few seconds to collect herself, her heart beating loud enough that all she could hear was the bloodflow in her ears, and she looked up at the mover with desperate eyes, begging him for something more. Either knowing exactly what she wanted, or having one of the luckiest guesses possible, the Machoke brought one hand up to her head, resting on her skull before she nodded, bringing each hand to either leg, squeezing Machoke’s thighs as a confirmation that she was ready.

Machoke was gentle, when compared to how a Machoke would usually take a lover’s mouth, but for Scarlet who’d never been with a Pokemon of this species it was an experience unlike anything else she’d had previously. Its grip was solid, even if not crushing, the single hand forcing her head down as the Machoke bucked its hips up until Scarlet was kissing the base of its cock, then it would draw her back with one fluid motion to bring her right back down to the base. Scarlet was hardly a virgin, but the size of Machoke and the pace it kept as it fucked her face kept most of her focus on relaxing her throat until she found herself with her nose buried in its crotch. She squeezed Machoke’s thighs tightly, steadying herself as she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she started seeing sparkles, pulling away from Machoke once it had dumped her load down her throat. She took a short while to make sure she didn’t look like she was just deepthroating one of the mover Pokemon, collecting herself and heading downstairs.