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Icing for the Cake

By Coldstone

“Can we finally wash my clothes?" Accel asked.

From Emily's perspective, the request made sense; Accel had only shown up to ask for an emergency favor. He had no reason to think he'd interrupt them getting frisky in the kitchen the moment they got through the front door, and technically he'd done the right thing in apologizing while trying to give them space. They'd been the two to literally drag him inside, with her at least intending to help out, and Pan maybe less so. “Right, it'd be silly to send you home and leave all this sitting in the washer. There's just one last thing to do before I can start it."

He blinked at that, clearly confused, but it did seem to help pull him out of his somewhat flustered state of having Pan's hands massaging his shoulders. “What's that?"

She smiled, standing in front of him while holding out her hands. “Put your hands in mine and you'll see."

Slowly, he obliged. “Should I be invoking that whole 'be serious' thing already?"

From smile to a wide grin, she answered with action, raising both the hands now given up over the cinderace's head. In time with this, Pan deftly snagged the sleeves of the dirty jersey still being worn and pulled upward. The action took only a moment, and from beneath the fabric, they heard Accel's surprised yelp and a flurry of movement before his face appeared again. Now fully naked, his face showed surprise once more, along with a fresh blush as his hands covered his lap. “Hey! What'd I just say!?"

Emily tossed the jersey into the washer before it might be stolen back. “You asked if asking us to be serious was needed, and I would say no, but to be fair, that wouldn't have stopped me, since it's just silly not to wash everything you brought. It's not like I haven't seen your goods in one way or another since you got here with all the jumping around." Slipping back over to the washer, she shut the lid and turned the dial, pressing it in. The washer hummed into wakefulness and began to vibrate, water getting pulled to begin the ritual of sanitation. “Oh... wait you mentioned something about it being awkward showing up naked earlier, didn't you? Shit."

“For the record, I put that on to not make things awkward for you when I asked if I could do my laundry here," Accel pouted a bit, still blushing, but apparently accepting the new situation. The fact Pan had resumed working his shoulders might have been the deciding factor. “Though if I'd been less stupid about it, I would have grabbed shorts instead. It was the first thing on the top and I wanted to catch you two before you went to bed."

That made her feel a little better. “Fair enough. That probably would have been a little awkward, but I am getting used to things like the casual nudity here, so that wouldn't have stopped me from helping out."

“I mean, we are sleeping together," Pan countered. “I would hope being around me naked wouldn't feel that weird."

“If anything, it's pleasantly distracting, because of where it can lead, but It's not bad to test out how I do with company that's the same." Just joking about it made her cheeks feel a bit warm, and her grin felt wider than appropriate. “Anyways, if that's a little too much for you, I could offer you a blanket? We got one made from lopunny fur as a gift, so I bet it'd be pretty good for soothing nerves right about now, and you don't have to worry about covering your lap so much."

Mentioning his current efforts at modesty got a little shuffle out of Accel, but the mention of the blanket's material did seem to pique his interest. “Wait, really? Those are supposed to feel great. Are you sure you want to share that?"

“I don't mind if Pan doesn't, and it's not like it's gonna wear out in just a couple hours, right?"

Pan shook his head. “The charm effect supposedly lasts around a year I think, depending on how you treat it."

Abbie had encouraged them to keep it in a bag if they weren't regularly using it, and as an added convenience, they'd stored it away on the shelf above the washer. Emily had it out and unfolded in no time, the feel of it in her hands already lightening her mood. She debated if she could convince Accel to share it with her, but decided against it for Pan's sake. “Here, let's swap places, Pan. Much as he probably likes your hands all over him, it'll probably be easier to actually relax if you're not hovering behind him."

Pan shrugged at that, but complied, slipping away as Emily held the blanket out. To try and help maintain his modesty, she had it up to shield their view, allowing Accel to reach out and pull it closer as he wanted. Much like for her, when Accel felt the soft fur in his hands and against the rest of him, his blush and fidgeting seemed to melt away, replaced with a blissful smile. “Wow, it's better than I remember. These things are always so expensive when I see them..." He started to slide out of his chair.

“Careful!"

“ACK!"

He caught himself, but the near fumble clearly broke him from his reverie. “Maybe I shouldn't sit in a kitchen chair for this." A quick glance around brought about the obvious issue: lack of choices. The only practical option left outside the kitchen was the couch in the living room, where Pan had already taken a seat. “Ummm, do you mind if I...?"

The shyness, added to the effect of seeing him bundled up in the blanket, pried a giggle out of her. “Here, I know a way to make this less awkward." She gently guided him along with a tug on the blanket. By scooting Pan down and sitting herself beside him—and thus taking the middle of it—she made a safe enough barrier between the two that Accel could sit on the opposite end. They had just enough, but she had no problem with being cozily pressed against Pan. With Accel wrapped in the blanket, he made a nice addition from the other side.

He seemed a bit uncertain of it, in truth, but the fight between nervousness and cute charm induced happiness didn't last long. “I can't tell if this is some way to tease me, or if you're just suddenly a lot friendlier." He peered across to Pan. “Is she normally this cuddly? I mean in general."

Pan slid his arm over her shoulders and pulled her a little closer. He didn't show any signs of disliking the new arrangement, but he might have been biased to the moment, already nuzzling up against her and playfully kissing her cheek. “Not unusual with me, but you're the first person we've really had over since she moved in, so I can't really tell you. We've talked about what we'd do if we had company over, but haven't had a chance to try it out." Emily didn't miss the faint glint of mischief in his eye, nor the foot reaching across her to gently nudge a leg beneath the blanket. “But if you want to make sure she doesn't get any ideas, I suggest you think of something to talk about that she can't turn around on you. Just remember, she pinches."

If Pan had thought having company over would protect him from her fake wrath, he found himself very much mistaken. She went straight for his chest fur, fingers sinking in to where she knew his nipple to be, but she didn't actually twist. The sudden noise he made as he jumped in place and tried to grab her hand satisfied her sense of comical relationship superiority, while also demonstrating more of their relationship to the surprised rabbit. “Actually, I have an idea of a topic already, but I don't know how appropriate it is, but it's something I think I'd bring up with either of you anyways, so maybe I should just get it over with now while I have you both here..."

So she explained how she'd gone to Coco and everything they'd discussed. The job, the conditions, and the warnings.

“What on earth made you think to try and get a job there?" Unsurprisingly, Pan did not look happy at any of this information.

“I didn't think she'd actually go and ask! I thought they didn't hire humans!" Not even the blanket could completely contain Accel's shock. “I just suggested something within walking distance!

“Just to remind you both, this is only a maybe. They let me give them an application and that's it." She'd expected this, of course. Now she just had to defuse the panicking part. “And it is a bit of a crazy choice, but with how the job hunt was going, it seemed worth the risk. We wouldn't lose as much time together with two separate jobs, and maybe it'd make us both feel a little better being able to check on one another. Although it seems like Coco's warnings about what hanging around all that sexual energy came true faster than I thought."

At the reminder of that portion of the conversation, Pan's ears flattened as his scowl deepened. “As tempting as it is to say that's a bunch of bull, I can't exactly deny that's almost exactly what happened earlier. The longer I go without being angry at Accel for assumed flirting, the more stupid I feel about what I did trying to scare him off..."

Accel leaned in a bit to peer towards Pan, the blanket obscuring the lower part of his face.“I mean, I did interrupt you two, and after a tough day of work, so it's really not that surprising..."

Pan shook his head. “But I got jealous; I didn't even think about the possibility you might not be interested in her. I automatically assumed the worst, which happens to particularly annoy me given how much I don't like others assuming I'm some asshole dark type or whatever!"

As the words left him, Pan's volume slowly rose, frustration and energy growing. Emily could understand being upset, but at the same time, no words came to mind that might help ease the burden, so she did the next best thing she could think of; she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tightly.

It did seem to actually help, from the way he looked down at her, to the softening of his features, and finally, the slow, long exhale. “I suppose that's what I get for trying to play the cool card."

From her side, Emily felt a nudge. Looking over, She saw the edge of the blanket being held out, Accel having adjusted it's position to now just drape across his legs and lap, leaving plenty of slack. “Um, if it's not too sappy or suspicious, maybe we should all share this? It seems like this conversation is going to be pretty distracting, and it might help you not feel so bad?"

That got a smile out of her. “And I'll get to enjoy slowly getting cooked between a fire type, black fur and a fluffy blanket." She meant it in jest, of course, as she thought the suggestion a smart one, hence her grabbing the offered edge and pulling it around towards Pan.

“Heh. Well, I don't mind you getting a little sweaty, and if Accel doesn't mind cozying up against you, I suppose I can tolerate the risk of him spooning you."

“Well great, now you got me feeling self-conscious about that!"

“Boys, behave. The blanket isn't that small."

It only took a little adjusting to let them all share the blanket, and with a little closer snuggling between herself and Pan, Accel got to keep a personal bubble too. His suggestion seemed to actually be doing a good job and relaxing Pan as well, as he chose to break the ice first. “So, which question should we try answering first? Most of these questions are pretty personal, so it feels a little rude to spring them on Accel like this."

She gave him a squeeze. “Maybe, but I'm hoping for his opinion and thoughts on them too, as another pokemon. I just don't have enough experience with these things to know if something sounds really weird or normal or whatever. While asking someone like Jack might work, he's probably a little biased. Accel seems a lot closer to your everyday pokemon for standards, and he gets out more than we do, so he probably knows more of others standards too." She looked back to him inquisitively. “That, and despite everything that just happened, you are still here when you could have just run off and bought a new suit before work, so that seems like pretty good friend material too."

At the mention of good friend material, Accel perked up a little, a smile creeping into his faint blush. “Well, when you put it all like that, it makes sense. I do know quite a bit about other pokemon's habits, some more than I care to! But I should probably point out that between pokemon, sharing stuff like this isn't that uncommon."

“Oh?" she found Pan nodding in agreement to the statement. “I was always under the impression that sort of thing was rude to talk about?

“It varies a little, but mostly it depends on if there's humans around." Accel held up a finger. “First, if it's a human, usually you're taught not to really flaunt sex stuff unless they make the first move or someone else sets the standard. Once you know how used to pokemon they are, you can usually figure out what kind of stuff you can talk about before you creep someone out." Now came the second finger. “Next it's stating casual stuff over intimate stuff. Talking about your mate or partner, egg on the way, something they like, a date, maybe if someone is in season. Stuff like that. You can get away talking about that sort of thing cause it's a lot of stuff they might be fine with sharing in turn."

Once more, Pan nodded. “That more or less sounds like what I learned growing up. It can change a little bit if you're not a biped, and some pokemon like to skip the first rule because they figure with all the daycare stuff and breeding practices from before the Liberation, humans deserve to squirm a little dealing with 'facts of life.' Though they still generally follow the second one in what they say, it can get a little borderline depending on their humor. Like—"

“No sex jokes about you and Emily!" Accel interjected.

Pan stuck his tongue out, but he obeyed.

“Anyways," Accel continued, blush still growing. “After that is usually when you get the dirtier stuff, and that basically varies. Some will straight up ask others if they're interested in going behind a bush and just go at it!

“Huh," Emily replied, taking a second to process that. She'd heard that pokemon could be pretty forward with their interest. But, at the same time…

“It drives me crazy sometimes, too!" Accel exclaimed, echoing Emily's unspoken thought. “Like when this one female I met on the hiking trail just flashed me after we had a nice little race together and—"

“Hold on a second there," Emily held up her hand. “And sorry for interrupting; how often do you get hit on? And how often is it actually a guy? I feel like this is a useful reference."

His brow furrowed as he thought it over. “If you don't don't count the fitness classes, maybe two or three times a week on average? I don't always realize they're flirting. Classes are usually a little more obvious, but each new class I usually get half a dozen over time. It's embarrassing to just say 'By the way, I'm gay, so there's no point hitting on me!' at the start, so I try to ignore it."

“And for the ones you do want hitting on you?"

“A lot less than I'd like..."

“Question from this side of the couch." Pan raised his hand. “Have you tried some of those dating apps or sites? I know there's some that are just for finding more casual stuff, but either way just knowing where some mingle would be useful, right?"

Accel groaned and tucked his legs up into his blanket, hiding his face in the space of his knees. “Disaster. The apps are just full of porn for the most part, and everyone who did seem to be nearby either had some major turn off or problem that made them a deal breaker or were just very... flamboyant!"

“Is that bad?"

“I'm not exactly what you call 'loud and proud.' More like 'Shy and yearning."

“Well, thanks for answering my question." Emily reached out and rubbed Accels back. She felt pretty bad about his luck so far. “Sorry if I brought up bad memories."

“His experience does kind of line up with mine though," Pan was likely going over his own troubles at the bakery, maybe more. “Before I started disguising myself, I probably got two or three flirting with me over a day, with at least one being pretty forward with it. I don't think I ever had a single guy actually flirt, but none of them were exactly flamboyant either. Or they were already with someone so they weren't really gonna hit on me in front of them." He looked at Emily and gave an apologetic shrug. “I didn't exactly keep track at the time, sorry."

“Yeah, you'd probably remember if any of them were really hitting on you." Accel brought his head back up. “When it's pokemon to pokemon, the rules kinda jump a step, and guys are usually pretty direct. What did your uniform look like?"

Rather than describe it, an illusory double of Pan appeared in front of the couch, wearing the outfit he'd worn for ages. The thick jacket, the hair nets, everything.

Accel's grimace said it all. “Wow. I'm surprised you didn't die in that thing."

“Looking at it this way, It feels worse, actually." Pan admitted.

“That's because you put a blank face on yourself, silly," Emily nudged him. “Can you make it act like you?"

The illusion suddenly came to life, smiling, giving a small nod while almost bowing. “Good afternoon. What sort of delicious treats can I get you today?"

The addition wiped away the grimace, and even got an approving nod. “Okay, now that's kinda appealing. I probably would have tried to borrow milk from you sooner if I'd ever gone in there and realized you were my neighbor."

“After endless bad baking puns I disguised myself as Lyle, so maybe not." The illusion shifted into Lyle, somewhat animated, but without words this time.

“Hmm, He's not bad looking either, but I think I'm just biased towards pokemon because... Well, just because." Accel blushed.

The illusion vanished, leaving it just the three of them again. Emily now had a bit more info to go with in regards to conversations, but not so much on the more active problem. “You mentioned today was pretty bad at the Cafe?"

She felt him stiffen up beside her, and not in a fun way. He brought a hand to his face and groaned. “Arceus. I suppose I should. Promise me you won't twist my nipple at least though."

“I feel like I should just twist harder if you're asking me not to."

“Okay, I'll give you one favor of whatever you want in exchange for not being tormented if something I say annoys you, as long as it doesn't involve twisting things I would rather not have twisted."

That did have a bit more appeal. It reminded her about when she'd considered socks for Pan on her first night in the apartment. She'd never actually asked him to try it, though her actual worries had never manifested. “Okay, one favor then. "

Having her agreement, Pan nodded. “Well, it started when I went on break, I—"

“Wait. I think I know what favor I want."

They both stared at her, though Pan spoke up first. “I haven't even told you what happened yet."

“Are you going to ask him to wear something silly or do something embarrassing?" Accel chimed in, curiosity piqued.

“No.I want you to show us what happened. Like earlier. Can you do that?"

He thought it over a moment, glancing between them. Eventually, he shrugged. “I... suppose I can? Give me a minute."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The room filled up with a strange haze before reappearing. Instead of a plain, white ceiling they were suddenly surrounded by a hot, bright sky, heat ripples wafting around them. Their couch still appeared below them, but instead of sitting in the middle of the living room, it sat on what looked like a rooftop patio, right across from Pan dressed in his new Cafe uniform, whose gaze focused off into a large, elaborate garden space.

Emily immediately reconsidered her request from the heat imitation alone, but Accel was entirely unphased, looking around at their new scenery. “Wow. This uniform's a lot nicer than the other one. I didn't know the Cafe had all this too. I was expecting more... debauchery?"

“We're getting to that." The other Pan pointed off towards a gazebo nearby.

In the distance, they could see two figures. Emily squinted and covered her eyes, but it didn't do much to improve things. Before she could ask what they were looking out, a strange wobble in the air suddenly brought everything in front of her into sharp relief, zooming in drastically on the two. “Weird, but convenient! Okay then, what are we looking at..."

Now she could make out the large mane of fur and the body leaning forward. Her practice at identifying pokemon had improved enough to call out the Furret, but the other completely eluded her. Still, it looked familiar...

“Oh wow, is that a Shiny, or a hybrid?" Accel's nose appeared over her shoulder.

“I know Shiny means different colors, but does hybrid mean something else?"

“Not really. Technically even a shiny is a hybrid, but small changes don't usually get the label."

“Oh. Well, then what hybrid mix is—"

The mystery pokemon rolled, and the mane dropped to the side.

“Woah!" She hadn't been expecting that. Accel even reflexively covered his eyes. “Well, uh, she's certainly packing."

Other Pan's hand cradled his head as the display continued, getting increasingly amorous. “Now's probably a good time to warn you that more displays like this are incoming.

He turned and made his way back into the cafe. The couch followed along like a strange, invisible camera, giving them an impromptu tour. Although the hallways stayed clear, in the distance they spotted the periodic customer or waiter, the sound of cheers, laughter, and more guttural noises echoing distantly.

Naturally, that made turning the corner to the kitchen and being confronted by a Zangoose pleasuring himself on a stool much more startling.

“OH MY GOD!" This time Emily turned her head, shielding her face and practically crashing into Accel's chest.

“Really? You couldn't even make it out of the kitchen?" The other Pan spoke towards the zangoose, playing out the scene.

“Goddamn it!" she heard him reply amidst the raunchy sounds of his play. She still didn't dare look. “Come on, Pan- it's my kitchen, and you're back faster than I expected. Just give me a minute!"

The sounds intensified. Against her better judgment she looked up. The earlier raunchy display now seemed to be going at three times the speed, which quickly lead to—

Zangoose were a lot more flexible than she'd expected.

“Ahhh~! That hit the spot. I think I'll be able to concentrate now..."

The conversation carried on, then leading them to the fridge where she found herself next witnessing another Zangoose with a totally unfamiliar pokemon, using what looked like a cucumber as a sex toy. That scene didn't last very long, with Other Pan shutting the door on them.

“That's Eos and Mey, the twins. They're the head chefs, or some of them at any rate."

“They're your bosses!?"

He nodded. “Basically. Mind you, they do try to keep those things to when I'm on break, or not in the kitchen, but they're not the only ones that do things so..."

Emily found herself utterly off guard. She thought she knew sex, but... this! “There's more?"

“Just some little things, but they add up" Other Pan seemed to focus on her, looking concerned. “Are you okay?"

She must have looked just like she felt.. “Yeah, yeah I'm okay, I'm just... shocked is the best way to put it. I'm not even sure what part you expected me to pinch you for. You can stop now."

The world fell into a blur of color, then darkness, then their apartment. The bright lights of the kitchen vanished, now replaced with the dimmer artificialness of a ceiling light. The couch sat right where it always did, which just made the transition from wandering hallways in it feel even stranger.

Pan—the real one— opened his eyes and sagged, letting out a deep breath. “Well, that was a thing. I almost forgot how illusions that big can feel." He turned to look at her, a faint smile appearing on his face as slipped his arm around her and pulled her closer. The fur tickled her neck as she leaned into the embrace. “How you feeling?"

“Well, I'm just now realizing that you might very well be working in a full blown porno, and I may have just asked to work in it too, so for shell shock I think I'm doing pretty good, but I'm still trying to process." She glanced over towards Accel, wondering just how he was doing after that experience. “What about—Accel?"

She couldn't see his cheeks, but she had a strong suspicion they were at their rosiest yet. The blanket laid to the side, half on the floor, revealing all of his fur, but apart from showing the curves of his natural frame, nothing questionable sat visible. His face sat crammed into the space between his knees, legs tucked up to his chest and wrapped firmly by his arms. His ears drooped and quivered while his twitching feet rocked him back and forth, but thankfully nothing smoldered or smoked.

Emily paled. Had they traumatized him? She knew he had a preference, of course, but he'd seemed fine after the first reveal at the start. “Accel? Are you okay?" She reached out to touch his shoulder, only to have him flinch away, still curled up.

“I'm fine!" Even muffled, his voice came out high and strained. 'J-Just fine! Please don't look! I n-need a minute!'

“You don't look fine." Her concern grew, but she had no idea what to do. She looked to Pan to see if he had any idea.

“I think he'll be okay, just give him a little space." His own demeanor certainly suggested concern, but not so much as to be alarmed. He slipped his arm free as he rose up from the couch, bringing the blanket with him. “Accel, I'm going to drape the blanket over your head for now. Is that okay?"

“Yes. Thank you."

The huddled mass of white and blue became a soft brown lump, and right on cue, the shape deflated a little with a barely audible sigh. Emily did the same, though now without the blanket's comforting effect, she realized just how tense she felt; even cute charm had its limits.

Now without the convenient cover of the blanket, she noticed the few inches of red sticking out from Pan's crotch. He caught her stare and shrugged, playfully wiggling it before taking his seat once more and wrapping his arms around her. His closeness did ease some of her worries, but now she also fought her stomach fluttering with excitement, reminding herself of the concealed chaperone beside them.

Pan solved the issue for her by shifting his mane over it. Out of sight, it at least stopped drawing her gaze, but she could see the teasing smirk he now wore as he nuzzled her cheek. “And that's roughly what my day at work was like."

Right. They had watched all that for a reason. Emily groaned and buried her face in his shoulder. “Crap. No wonder Coco was worried about you, about us."

His hand stroked down her back. “If it's any consolation, it's not that any of it tempts me as far as how I care for you. It's just... well, builds up urges and other thoughts."

“I feel like I shouldn't ask, but I will anyways; what kind of thoughts?"

“Mmm, well, imagine if you were the one leaned over that game table, wiggling your rump at me, or what you'd look like if we grew out your hair to my length?"

She let out a snort. “After helping you comb out your mane? Sounds like you're trying to torture us both!"

“Good point. I'll just cheat and illusion it onto you. All the fun and none of the hassle."

That got them both to chuckle, though the slight shuffling to the side reminded them of another problem. Emily tried to switch back to a more serious mood. “But if this sort of thing gets to you that easily, why haven't we been more, well, active?"

Pan hummed a little as he thought it over, thankfully not taking too long. “Honestly, I don't think we did anything wrong, we just didn't realize the problem. The job hunt stuff was still going on, I don't know how much of that sort of thing you can actually take, so I wasn't pushing it on you, and at least with what we do do, that was enough for me. Today might happen to be a hint at limits, but it's not like you weren't interested when we got home."

Emily could see his logic in all that; just because Coco had warned them of the risks didn't mean they were all coming true right now. Nothing about the day's sudden turn for awkward actually had much to do with a tipping point of sexual frustration. At worse, it had merely escalated a problem and they'd resolved it. “I suppose if we're worried about you hurting me or if I'm not around, we could get you some sort of a sex toy?"

She'd been looking over at Accel when she'd made the suggestion, wondering if such talk would have an effect. She thought she saw a part of the blanket twitch upward, but it could have simply been an ear flicking.

The more surprising reaction came from Pan's embarrassed cough. “Ah, well, I already happen to have one, or two. We don't need to worry about that."

What sort of toys would Pan have? Several possibilities came to mind, all just making her curiosity blossom. Several ideas of absurd bakery items flitted through as well, though they were quickly tossed into the discard pile. “How long have you had them?"

Pan squirmed a bit, looking away a moment before trying to make eye contact again. “A couple years, I suppose. One is a little newer."

“Did you get that one thinking about me?"

Accel finally made a noise: a pained moan. This got a frown out of Pan. “Okay, now we're starting to be rude. He's worse off than me right now, so we should try and let him calm down."

“I'm fine! It's just... taking longer than I thought it would!" Accel worked his head out from under the blanket, face alarmingly red, almost feverish. Emily found herself wondering if he was sick; could all the ups and downs going on actually do that to a pokemon?

“Shit. The charm effect is soothing your nerves but probably not letting the rest of you calm down." Pan let out another sigh. “I didn't think the topic would go like this when I covered you with it. Sorry."

He shook his head. “It's not your fault, but thanks." Surprisingly, they got a smile out of him, even if he didn't seem able to look at them. “I don't know if I would have made it this far without it, even If I wasn't so embarrassed thinking about getting up right now. Still, if I go hide back in my apartment and come back later for my stuff, you two could have some time to... you know, and you two don't have to be awkward around me."

This time when Emily reached over and to pet and scratched Accel's head, he accepted the gesture, body leaning slightly into it. “I think we can consider that after one last question. Just hold out a little longer."

Accel suddenly looked worried, a sharp twist from the pleased look her scratching had inspired. “Please tell me you're not about to suggest a cold shower?"

“No."

He let out a sharp sigh of relief. “Thank Arceus..."

Emily grinned at that, and looked to Pan. “Is your other sex toy a dildo?"

The washer buzzed, its cycle complete. She could literally feel the heat pouring off Accel's head under her fingertips, naturally going along with a renewed blush and wide eyes. Pan likewise wore a stunned look at her question. “What kind of last question is that!? Didn't I just say we're tormenting him?"

“It's the last one, and I'm totally serious: Is your other sex toy a dildo or similar?"

They all sat in silence as the tension in the air thickened, all the more palpable without the laundry machine running in the background. Pan glared at her, though more in incredulity than anger. Accel remained surprisingly still, though his breathing now heavier, and she waited patiently, trying her best to keep on as calm and serious a face as possible for the question. The urge to blush, laugh, to do anything to break that silence grew by the second, but she really did want the answer, because what she said next depended on it...

The silence finally broke with another sigh, Pan covering his eyes as he shook his head and looked away, embarrassed. “Fine! Fine. Yes. It's a dildo. Are you happy?"

Now she could smile, and not just because of all that waiting energy finally having an outlet. “I am. Thank you." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. Despite his embarrassment she could sense the bit of pleasure he got from it. “Now I can tell you both what I think will help."

Despite their states, their curiosity spoke volumes. Nerves at the limit, anticipation in the air, the differing scents of two pokemon she'd only just realized was in the air. She wondered at how they'd react to the idea even as her own stomach trembled in nervousness.

“You two should help each other out. Sexually, I mean."

The first few seconds held surprised silence, before it broke under the loud squeak of Accel falling over; he'd nearly tipped over the side of the couch as he forgot to balance himself, which made him explode from his cocoon of limbs and blanket. Thankfully, no one got kicked, no one actually fell over, but in the flailing of limbs Emily thought she saw an unmistakable sign of his predicament before it got covered back up.

The sudden chaos brought some sense to Pan as well, looking at her with obvious concern. “Emily, that's too much. I'm not going to ch—"

“It's not cheating if I'm giving you permission, and technically it's not cheating if you don't actually run off with him over me." She held up her hand as if it would stop him from speaking. “You're right that we don't know how much I can handle, and we can hardly test that in front of Accel right now. But you said you'd have still liked me if I was a guy, so you're at least flexible enough that way, we revved him up and we need to get this out of both your systems, so..."

Abruptly, Accel got up, blanket gathered around his waist. “I'll be right back! I'm borrowing this! Just a minute!" Before they could say anything more, he dashed towards the front door and opened it, peeking out for barely a second before slipping out, leaving it ajar.

Pan reacted the moment his foot disappeared from their view. “What are you thinking!?" He whispered harshly. “What would make you think that I'd accept you sacrificing your peace of mind just to—

She took advantage of being seated next to him to tug him into a kiss, interrupting the words, while also injecting a few of her own, albeit nonverbal ones. She could feel how his body warred between pulling away and pressing closer, and the conflicting movements likewise revealed his other warring feelings, leering out through his mane. She didn't loosen her grip until she felt she'd gotten enough of her emotions projected to him, though it didn't seem to help much with the flutters of her stomach. “What good is my peace of mind if you're miserable?" She countered in her own, quiet tone. “I already talked you into working at the Cafe without realizing what I was asking. We've both been fumbling around, making mistakes, but doing our best to adapt. I've never been in love like this before with someone, have you?"

His hesitation didn't silence the shake of frustration in his body, or the outrage in his eyes, but the soft sag of his shoulders as the shaking went away told her as much about his thoughts as he leaned his head in to press it against hers, eyes closed. “No, not really..."

Her hands slid up and stroked along his cheeks. The fact that her nose pressed into the bridge of his muzzle, rather than tip to tip, came to mind. So many different details, quirks, incompatibilities, and yet...

“Everything about this hasn't been what I expected, but practically everything about it I've also enjoyed and makes sense. You've gone out of your way to do your best for me, so let me try and do the same for you."

His hands joined hers, the red claws gently squeezing them as he let out a soft chuckle. “I think we're worse than sappy romance novels at this point."

“Sappy romance novels don't have you sticking out half hard in tender moments like this."

“That's just because they're saving it for the raunchy scenes that come later."

They both had another, tension-easing chuckle, and in time with that moment, they heard a door opening and shutting in the distance. Accel's quick thumps signaled his pushing through the door and shutting it, something clutched in one hand as the other kept the blanket around his waist. “I'm back! Sorry!"

They'd separated once they'd heard his footsteps, though their hands stayed connected. Between them Accel held out the clenched fist and opened it, revealing several bills.

“Pan said he'd kiss me for fifty bucks," he gasped out between breaths. “One kiss! And if either of you have second thoughts after that, I'll head home. You can just put my laundry outside when it's dry, I'll find it, and if you two don't want to see me again you can just leave a note saying so."

They stared at the offered payment, then at Accel. Unsurprisingly, his face still looked flushed with embarrassment, yet a fiery determination sat behind it. When Emily locked eyes with Pan again, she saw that familiar glint of kindred humor; just as she'd said, nothing went as she'd expected, and yet...

“Well, I think Accel at least deserves to get something for all his troubles." She reached up and took the bills, flattening them out as she tallied them up. “You okay with that, Pan?"

He gave a nod of acknowledgement as he rose from the couch. His mane fell away, revealing his erection again, a detail both noticed Accel couldn't help but glance at repeatedly. “A deal is a deal, though I do have to make one clarification."

Pan now stood beside Accel behind the couch. Emily turned in her position to get a better angle on the two. Only Accel seemed to have trouble registering what was going on, taking a few steps back before Pan's claws snagged onto the blanket to halt his escape. “W-Wait! What clarification? What did I miss!?"

It didn't take much for the blanket to tug free from his hand. Not being properly wrapped, it all fell away easily, revealing an impressive, light blue shaft of cinderace neediness. It twitched and dripped, liquid dancing down its base before getting soaked into the darker fur of his scrotum, and a damp mark on the blanket itself confirmed how long it'd been doing that.

This sudden exposure didn't last long, however. Before Accel could react to his sudden nudity, Pan swept the blanket around him like a net. Now caught in it almost like a cape, Pan pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together. “I said I'd kiss you like Emile for twenty bucks," Pan's voice softly delivered the news with a sultry, bemused tone, his face now inches away. “But for fifty, I'd use my tongue."

Emily watched as Accel's eyes grew wide, mouth slackjaw. This worked out perfectly for Pan, using the opportunity to lock his longer muzzle to the shorter, but no doubt to do the very thing mentioned. He showed no hesitation as he tugged the blanket harder, grinding their bodies together. She could see one set of blue legs quiver as they prepared to give way, only for a hand to deftly slip around his waist and provide support, further changing the pose into a dipping motion.

Accel's tail, half concealed by the blanket, twitched like wildfire. The new angle of their bodies also made the blanket drift, revealing the mashing, frotting masses of flesh between them. Neither seemed to be having any misgivings to the moment by her reckoning!

The only noise so far had been the meshing of lips and the sliding of tongue, but now came the loud, jubilant moan of a very pent up bunny. His cheeks still showed every sign of being flushed, but she could see how his eyes fluttered shut with happiness, and how he pressed into that kiss even more...

Only for them to suddenly fly open again in alarm, before rolling upward. Accel's entire body began to shake, their lips pulling apart with a wet pop, and he grabbed onto Pan's shoulders. Both upright again, his body quivered more as they pulled apart, until Emily realized that the quivering now looked like humping, his shaft now dancing openly between them.

The blanket fell to the floor, and just one corner of it falling and brushing down that turgid member did the deed. With the first of several moans to come, Accel let loose a torrent of white, shooting it upward with enthusiastic abandon, painting and splattering Pan's torso.

Emily covered his mouth as she watched the scene play out. Pan could do nothing but stand there and be marked, his own arms trying to support the cinderace as his legs till half wobbled, not wanting to drop him. Spunk scattered along his front, and dribbled downward haphazardly, spackling his own erection and the top of his sheath, while one particularly energetic shot made it all the way up to the underside of his muzzle. Perhaps the one saving grace of the moment came from the fact that the entire thing played out over the course of five, maybe ten seconds at most before stopping completely, a comparison that only came to mind due to her own experiences with Pan's orgasms.

Accel no longer moaned, and while his face looked flush, he still looked significantly more comfortable than before, his eyes also slowly regained coherence, matching in time with him seeming to regain control of his legs as well. Eventually they focused in on Pan's, then turned to Emily's, then back again as he actually grinned...

And promptly went wide as he looked down at the preceding mess and his still raging erection.

“AAUGH! I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT ARCEUS WHAT'D IDOI'MSORRYI'MSORRY!"

A sudden burst of energy suddenly pushed the two away, and a blur of white and blue jumped across the room and right into the bathroom. The door slammed shut, leaving Emily and Pan staring at it.

Emily got up from the couch and made her way over to the door. Attempting to open it seemed like a bad idea for the moment, so she gently knocked. “Accel?"

Nothing, at least not in response to her. It didn't take super hearing to make out the heavy panting and sounds of what she assumed was masturbating going on inside. The slight distortion suggested he'd at least gone into the shower.

She felt Pan appear behind her, also listening. “Well, glad to see one of us having a gay old time." His hushed tone brought a mixture of amusement and irritation. “If there's a next time I'm either dragging him in there first or sticking a rubber on him."

“How do pokemon usually deal with making messes like this?" She couldn't help but ask, trying to hold back a growing urge to laugh. They both pulled away from the door to give Accel some privacy, but turning around revealed a sex-stained, very aroused zoroark dripping on the carpet.

“The hard way; cleaners, scrubbing, and sometimes wet vacs." He shrugged, a big smirk on his face. She could still tell how much he wanted to do something about his own condition despite his apparent restraint .“What now? He did say if either of us had misgivings after that, we didn't have to follow through, but I think things have changed."

“We accept the compromise and take advantage of it." She answered matter-of-factly. She might not have been ready to strip down and risk being walked in on, but as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the bulge in his sheath, another idea already appeared in her head.

The sudden thrust of his hips told even more of Pan's needs, but he let her guide him back to the kitchen. There, carpet switched to tile, and as she put herself behind Pan rather than front, she handed him one of the bigger cutting boards. Situated in front of the sink, she guided his arms up to prop the board at an angle, then pressed herself up close, arms wrapped around his hips, and began milking him.

Pan gasped and growled, but he did his best to hold his place. She'd taken the business-like approach of overwhelming him; she already knew what kind of mess he could make when he popped, and a darker, more devious part of her wondered how that changed if she rushed him. Her hands were already slick with pre, and his knot popped free easily under the treatment. He seemed quite ready to let loose, in fact!

Being revved up and denied twice now, He seemed very ready for some relief. It barely took any time at all to get a sudden thrust into her grasp and for seed to splatter against the tilted cutting board, cummy rivulets now dripping noisily into the sink. She made use of a few details she'd learned from him recently, from squeezing behind the knot, to tickling along his tip between spurts. She had to press him closer to the sink to keep him from dancing away in ecstasy, but it almost seemed like the mock-humping of his backside somehow played more into his climax, a fact she hoped to remember later for teasing him. “That's right. Let it all out. We're gonna keep this up until my hands get tired or your dick is sore."

Pan hissed a bit. Another grunt, another pulse, another splatter and dribble. “And what if Accel comes out and sees you doing this?"

“He's welcome to watch. He already knows where the bathroom is."

He let out a trembling chuckle at that.

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She managed to tease and milk out three orgasms in total before calling for a break, though the way Pan seemed to collapse afterwards made her wonder if he'd tried to endure to show off his stamina or for some other reason. Regardless, the mess took a lot less to clean up in the kitchen, and Pan now looked much less inclined to pounce and ravage her.

With no sign of Accel being ready to come out from the bathroom, she likewise took the opportunity to transfer the wet clothes to the dryer, idly noting the lack of underwear. Still, Accel lingered, and they could only hold off so long needing it as well...

Which is how they found him nearly passed out on the floor, slightly cum splattered, and a mess against the shower wall. He'd tried to wave them off, but at that point Emily'd ordered Pan to wash him down with himself while she fetched some water and spare sheets, eventually leaving them with a steaming, cleaned up cinderace tucked under the lopunny blanket on the couch, shyly drinking water, while Pan focused on brushing out his mane in the bathroom.

“I suppose it could be worse," He half grumbled. “I could have done that in front of a bunch of clients. Sorry about stealing your bathroom. Our places use the same layout, and I just kinda ran to the first place that made sense..."

Emily, sitting on the edge of the couch, reached down and stroked his head. “In all honesty it's probably better that way. You might have gotten sick if you'd passed out like that in your place, and who knows how that would have played out."

“I'm not that fragile! ...But yeah, that's true too." He carefully set the glass on the floor before reaching up to adjust her hand to include his ears. “This is usually a good spot."

“Hmm, lines up with Pan I think. Good to know."

“So, how are you two, after all that?"

She thought it over a moment before responding. “Not sure. I was actually impressed with the gusto he put into it at the start, but we both kinda got distracted with your reaction. I took care of him after, but we'll probably talk about it tomorrow. I don't think either of us are planning to ban you from our lives, but if everything that happened was too awkward for you, we'll understand."

He shook his head slightly. “Oh no, if anything I'm actually really happy with what happened. I just don't want that to have made things awkward for you two!" He twiddled his fingers together, suddenly looking bashful. “He's handsome, witty, can cook, is a great kisser..." Unsurprisingly, his cheeks began to blush. “Okay, he's a really great kisser, but I don't want to ruin your relationship or steal him from you, I was just hoping for, maybe, uhhhhh..."

A smirk grew on her face as she watched him fidget, apparently at a loss for words. “If you aren't careful, you're going to just put a big tent in the blanket before you can say whatever it is you're trying to say."

The prompt made his hands reflexively dart down over his crotch, and the blush came into full color. “Iwashopingyou'dbeokaywithjustfriendswithbenefits! With Pan, I mean!"

Her hand paused, confusion creeping in around her thoughts. “I mean, we're all friends now I think, and as I said, we probably need to talk about it, but I think I'm missing something."

Another headshake. “Remember earlier when I said sharing some things isn't that uncommon with pokemon, and it changes with humans? You basically flipped that whole thing upside down on me, twice."

“Twice?" Now more confused, but also intrigued, she slid off the arm of the couch so she could use both hands to resume rubbing along his head and ears. Maybe getting him more relaxed would ease the story out more. “How did I do it twice?"

The renewed attention did seem to add a hint of bliss into his expression, hands slowly easing back up into a rested position. “I did come over to flirt, but with Pan, not you. It's nothing personal, since I'm into guys, but, well, I'm also into other pokemon, not humans." He gave her an apologetic look. “All that time seeing sexy pokemon that either weren't interested or were clearly interested in someone else, adding in the whole shy thing; I got desperate. I figured I should try being proactive instead of just hoping for someone to approach me without just flashing me or talking about getting one out in the bushes!"

“And instead, you found some human chick ruining your plot and following you up and bugging you during your blueballed workout."

His hands reset to his crotch as he pouted. “The whole nearly jumping off the building thing was my own fault. You kinda gave me an excuse to vent some extra frustration into showing off." He let out a long sigh. “But you first flipped things by basically helping me out despite that and even brought me along to meet Pan. We had pizza together, you two teased me horribly, but I had fun. I made a new human friend and actually got to meet the guy I was looking for in the first place."

“Sounds like a win to me."

“Right!" A smile broke through his pout, beaming up at her. “You two keep me on my toes in more ways than one!"

If he hadn't been settled onto the couch, she could totally see him hopping up and down excitedly at that moment. Grinning, she gave him a gentle boop on the snout, earning a wiggle from it. “So what's the second flip? Suggesting Pan do things with you?"

“Basically, yeah. It hasn't even been a week, but you were open to that sort of thing a lot more than I expected, and you still seem pretty okay with it even now." He glanced off towards the showers; the sound of the blowdryer kept going strong. “I hope I'm not just jinxing things by mentioning it...."

“Okay, that explains the flips, but I think I'm still missing a detail somewhere. It sounds like Pan is basically a dreamboat, so why just friends with benefits? Morbid curiosity and all."

He stared blankly at her for a moment, sharing in her confusion. “Ohh, now I get it; I'm not looking for a boyfriend. A lot of pokemon do the whole 'friends with benefits' arrangement. Humans can be really weird about how we can settle into that so quickly, so that's part of why it gets complicated around them. That's why you surprised me."

Well, that definitely painted a new light on some things! “So, I definitely don't have to worry about you suddenly getting smitten with him after like a week of doing whatever lewd things together?"

Once more, he shook his head. “I mean, if you suddenly see hearts in my eye sockets or I start bringing bouquets of flowers to eat together, totally ask me again? but I'm not looking to settle down with anyone right now. I want to enjoy this new friendship a lot longer before I even think of that, and other friendships too!"

At that, her concerns finally broke. With an almost hysterical giggle, she pressed her face into the push of the couch arm, eventually pulling away to lean in and plant a kiss on his brow. “Here I thought I had you all figured out. I got a lot more to learn about pokemon."

He blinked at the sudden kiss, though thankfully he didn't seem to mind that, but her words brought a frown of confusion. “What do you mean?"

“I thought you were an adorable, shy, energetic romantic looking to get swept off his feet. Turns out you're an adorable, shy, horny romantic trying to get laid."

She watched as his eyes grew wide and his cheeks flushed again; she never got tired of how easily she could get him to blush. If things truly did work out, she wondered how many more she could get out of him before he finally became inured to her antics? Better still, Pan probably had a few ideas of his own, and she wouldn't even have to do a thing!

“S-Stop! Don't call me adorable. I'm a full grown cinderace, not a scorbunny!"

“Well I can't call you handsome in the same tone since you're not into human women," Her grin grew even wider. “But what about if Pan said it while hovering over you, leaning in for a second kiss?" She gave his nose one more little boop. “If you let him call you adorable instead, the next kiss would be free."

The blanket shot up before she could catch the full color of his cheeks, but it didn't block out the sound of his flustered squeak, or the noticeable tent further down.

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