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Liam used to be a trainer, but then he washed out. He washed out hard. The ever-mounting stress of watching creatures who he had called his friends hurting others and getting hurt was too much for ten-and-eleven-year-old Liam. His career on the League circuit was marked by a constant failure to navigate the violence.

That was forever ago. Now, as an adult, Liam led a significantly quieter life.

Now he hauled film equipment around for a porn studio specializing in Pokephilia content.

Despite his initial misgivings (and after going home, that first day, he found that he had plenty of misgivings), the Underground was not the worst place to work. Once Liam managed to get over the initial scandal of what they did in that warehouse, the mundane aspects of the job asserted themselves almost immediately. He quickly settled into an old and familiar role in the company: a warm body with a functional set of limbs.

Most of the technical work was far over his head. He had about as much knowledge of camera apertures and set design as he did knowledge of All-Mother Mew's opinion of soap operas (that is to say, somewhere between “fuck" and “all"). However, he knew how to lift things, and to carry them moderate distances without breaking them. He had enough common sense to follow instructions with only a bare minimum of gaffes and misunderstandings. Mister Redwood might have hired Liam for his ability to talk to Pokemon, but as far as Liam himself was concerned, he was good at doing one thing: whatever anybody told him to do.

Today, he was told to report to someone named Arete. What little he got from Reggie, his supervisor, was that Arete worked in the server room, he was probably a Pokemon of some kind, and the other humans in the building were definitely not champing at the bit to see what he needed. Of course, once he actually got to the server room, and felt the raw psychic pressure of an Alakazam forcing his will onto a half-dozen monitors with an expression that could only be described as “murderous," he understood what that last part was about.

“M-Mister Arete?" Liam ventured, one hand still on the door handle.

The wizened yellow fox creature turned his head to regard this intruder into his domain. As he did so, the keyboards floating around him continued to rattle with the presses of invisible fingers. “What?" he gruffed, as much in Liam's brain as with his angular snout. “You that new kid I've been hearing about?"

Liam took the voice in his head about as well as he probably could have. At the very least, he did not immediately run out the door in a blind panic. “Yes, sir," he replied, meekly. “I was told to come around here, today, to see if you needed help with anything."

Arete scoffed. Liam could feel the derision rolling off him in waves. “Don't know how much help you can be. You're not gonna understand a single thing I'm talking about."

“Oh, that's not true." Liam stood up a little straighter. “Mister Redwood hired me because I can talk to Pokemon, so you can talk to me about-"

“That's not what I mean, kid." Arete rubbed his temple with a three-fingered paw, wearily. “Do you know even the slightest thing about back-end? Server maintenance, cyber-security, the logistics of keeping a website humming along?"

“Well... n-no, not really, but..."

The creature sent out a wave of energy that had all the same content as if he had held up a hand and said “shut up." Then, with the new guy sufficiently cowed, he sighed. “All right, here's the deal. Something in the code is fucked, and I'm trying to un-fuck it. You want to help? Congratulations, you're on gofer duty. Your job is to keep a steady supply of coffee in here and to make sure I don't throw one of these piece of shit keyboards through a wall, again."

“Through a wall, sir?" Liam shuffled on his feet, nervously. “Do you mean throw it at the wall?"

“No," Arete responded, with a dark and bitter growl.

He indicated (again, mostly with psychic suggestion) an unfortunate piece of the wall to Liam's right, that was recently and rather hastily patched up with unpainted plaster. With a sense of dread, Liam leaned back to check the other side, in the hallway. There, he found a second, identical spattering of plaster. Then he looked over to the opposite side of the hall, at the speckles of plaster covering up the places where shattered plastic had flown, shrapnel-like, and embedded themselves in the thin boards. Then, slowly, he looked back at the Alakazam, and the battery of similar plastic projectiles that floated around him.

Arete's response was one word: “Coffee."

“Y-yes, sir," Liam replied, with a nervous swallow. “Right away, sir."

Liam beat a hasty retreat, closing the door behind him and making a beeline for the exit. The server room lived in a second set of artificial offices built on the floor of the large warehouse. In order to get to the break-room, one had to pass through the main floor, the large open area where, on any given day, a number of photo shoots were happening. After a couple of days, he found he was able to brave the walk without incident. He did not blush once, even a little bit. Of course, he spent the entire trip looking down at the floor, but otherwise he was the picture of professionalism. Aside from the part where he nearly tripped over a Bayleef waiting her turn to be placed in front of a special mister that would make her leaves every bit as damp and shiny as her...

Okay, so perhaps Liam blushed a little.

Once he was in the break-room, however, things felt perfectly normal. The office parts of the complex were clearly built by set designers; so long as Liam did not look too closely at the details of his surroundings, he could almost convince himself he had been transported to an entirely different building. He had to paw through a few cabinets to find the coffee, finding various flavors of Pokemon kibble in the first and finding the second filled entirely with canisters of sugar and honey disks. Eventually, he struck java, and began the solemn work of scooping it into the nearby pot to percolate. He liked the break-room. The break-room felt normal. Liam took a moment to take in the smell of halfway decent coffee brewing and he felt very, very normal.

The sound of one of the doors opening was not enough to break his concentration. “Oh, hey," said a voice behind him, deep and obviously Pokemon in origin. “New guy, right?"

Liam closed his eyes, took another whiff of coffee. “Yeah, that's me. Did you need me for something?"

“Nah, you're good." The sound of feet slapping against the concrete. The clack of the refrigerator door opening. “Just here to grab my protein now that it's chilled. This stuff works better when it's cold. Not a lotta people know that."

“Really?" Making conversation in the break-room. How very normal. Liam could almost forget he just saw a Pokemon's genitals, a moment ago. “I mean... I certainly didn't know that."

The creature behind him laughed, a husky, almost reptilian noise. “Trust me, bro. Get your protein shakes in, like, one of those bottles that keeps stuff cold, and take it to the gym. Night and day difference, bro. Night. And. Day." The refrigerator door swung shut with a snap. “Name's Brutus, by the way. Pretty sure we haven't met, yet."

“Brutus?" Liam opened his eyes. He dimly remembered Mister Redwood giving him something he was supposed to say to a Pokemon named Brutus. Turning around, he made an attempt to smile. “Well, it's nice to meeee_eeeeeee..._!"

Liam had seen Brutus before. He was that Machoke who tended to spend most of his day in photo shoots, a solid wall of grey muscle with a toothy grin and the boundless confidence of someone who knew how good he looked. Aside from his coloration, and the vaguely lizard-like face, he looked like any man Liam would see in the gym. Which was why the fact that Brutus was currently walking around without his belt or singlet on, too-human cock and balls on full display, filled Liam with a scandal that bordered on panic-inducing.

“Oh, fuck, right, Brutus!" Liam blurted, suddenly remembering exactly what Mister Redwood had told him to say. His mouth opened, desperate to start saying the thing, even as his mind was blank, his eyes were glued down between Brutus's thighs and his face was one degree short of bursting into flame.

“Yeah, that's me," Brutus replied, leaning sideways against the counter and taking a lazy sip of something thick and gritty from a plastic bottle. “What's up? You look like you're having a heart attack."

With a sharp intake of air, Liam composed himself. “Mister Redwood says you can't be walking around like that," he said. “The belt keeps your strength in check. You're going to hurt yourself or someone else, if you don't wear it."

Brutus scoffed, putting the bottle on the counter before resting his hand on his hip. Whether he knew the action drew more attention to his crotch or not, he seemed to be completely uncaring. “This again? Bro, that Bruce is a smart human, but he's way too nervous. Does he think I'm gonna start karate chopping the support columns, or something?"

“I was told," Liam replied, “to remind you of what happened at the Christmas party."

Brutus flinched, his expression falling sharply. “Dang," he muttered, scratching the back of his head-ridges with chagrin. “Low blow, Bruce. Low blow." With a heavy sigh, he pulled himself upright and snatched up the bottle, again. “All right, all right. Let him know I'm going down to the locker rooms to get locked in."

“Good," Liam replied, showing perhaps a bit too much relief at not having to see a naked Machoke, anymore. “Thank you."

“Gonna look goofy, though." Brutus turned to walk out one of the doors to the warehouse floor. “I mean, walking around in just a belt? I'm sure my fans are gonna love me, anyway, but dang."

Liam's expression fell. “No... wait, that's not wh..."

Once again, Liam found his eyes could go nowhere but the worst places. He was keenly aware of the dimpled, dark gray peeking just below the swell of Brutus's impossibly toned rear. He followed that quadrant of the Machoke all the way out of the room with his gaze, unable to look away. He felt a grim sort of lightness in his chest, which was only grim in that he refused to acknowledge it and really wished it would go away. The less he had to think about...

“Mmmm," came a voice to his right. “You could bounce Bronzor off that ass, y'know?"

Feeling the color drain out of his face, Liam recoiled away from the Lopunny with all the energy of someone caught robbing a vending machine. “J-Jez?!" he shouted. “What are... when did you get in here?"

Jezebel continued to stare at the retreating back of Brutus, through the window on the break-room door. The short brown rabbit held a carrot in one hand, idly munching on it. “Like, a minute ago," she replied, mouth full. “While you and Brutus were talking about a Christmas party."

Liam had to take a moment to remind himself that he had not been doing anything wrong or unusual. He was just talking with a coworker in the break-room, a perfectly normal activity. Once he had managed to do so, he turned to the coffee maker and began to search around for plastic cups.

“Hey, uh..." Liam felt Jezebel slip in behind him. He did not hear her. He was not sure he had ever heard those soft paws hit the ground. She tilted her head around his arm, trying to make eye contact. “It's good you're here. I was, like, meaning to talk to you and junk."

“Oh, yeah?" He did not want to make eye contact. He just wanted to make a normal cup of coffee so he could finish his normal errand for the terrifying fully-evolved Psychic type IT technician. Even so, he would still make conversation. “What's up? Is there something you need me to do?"

“Yeah," she replied, with a hint of enthusiasm. Then, she pulled back. “Or, wait... no. Kinda?" She shook her head, one of her long ears impacting the back of Liam's knee, and then she started again. “It's just... I realized I never, like... apologized. You know..." She leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially. “...for sucking you off at the Poke-Mart?"

It had to be unhealthy for him to blush so many times, in quick succession. There had to be some kind of vascular problems he was flirting with by taking on this job. Liam would have made a note to go look that up, after work, but he was honestly too scared to find out it was actually true. “You did apologize," he countered. “Remember? After Mister Redwood told you about what happened, you did nothing but apologize. For, like, thirty minutes. You grabbed on to me and cried into my shirt the whole time."

“Yeah, but that wasn't, like... apologizing, y'know? That was just..." Behind him, Jezebel made a series of gestures, like she was trying to pull the right word to her out of the air. “...saying sorry a bunch. And I was super emotional and junk 'cus my brain was all fried. I get that way when I'm, like, recovering from more than a dozen orgasms. I keep telling Master that that's not good, and junk? But he thinks it's, like, totally normal? Anyway, I heard on TV once that saying sorry isn't the same as apologizing. I think a doctor said it, even. So!" Having finally gotten around to her point, she put her forepaws on her hips and nodded, decisively. “I'm gonna do more than say sorry. I'm gonna, like, make it up to you."

“O...okay?" The young man felt the gears turning, in his head. Vaguely, dimly, through an instinct honed by years of anxiety, he felt as though he had reason to distrust those words. He turned to face the Lopunny, trying to summon up the will to convincingly say “you don't have to do that." However, as he made eye contact, he saw a look of sheer unflinching determination. He saw a creature that was convinced that, even if the Legends destroyed the world, she would do the right thing. In the face of that, “you don't have to do that" came out of his mouth as “What... did you have in mind?"

Jezebel beamed. “You got a few minutes?"

“Uh..." Nervously, he looked back to the coffee maker. “I was making some..."

“It'll keep warm," Jez insisted, grabbing Liam's hand and pulling him towards the door. “C'mon!"

“Jez?" Liam yelped, nearly pulled off his feet by a deceptively strong set of paws. “W-wait, Jez! Jez?"

* * *

“Oh, fuck... Jez...!"

In the basement of the warehouse, where the bulk of the video filming takes place, there was a corner carved out for showers. These were one of the only areas of the building that were not made up of fake walls and kayfabe. Instead, proper plastered and tiled partitions created a tight corridor, leading to a single bench, two walls of lockers and, eventually, a half-dozen especially roomy shower cubbies. Presumably they had been built to accommodate all but the very largest of Pokemon, but it also meant that two people could easily occupy a stall at the same time.

Or, as was the case right now, one person and a smaller-than-an-average-human rabbit.

At some point during what had ultimately been a chaotic few minutes, Liam had been divested of his clothes. Jezebel's paws moved so fast that he almost did not have time to be embarrassed, before his pants were around his ankles and his button-down shirt was falling off his arms. Even now, he could see them, a sad pile of fabric on the floor just beyond the thin plastic curtain. If only there were not a rabbit between him and them. If only he was not rooted to the ground by the growing sensation between his legs.

Jezebel stood directly under the water, her fur mussed and deformed as the spray parted at her pelt. In each of her hands, she held one of her large ears. Specifically, she held the large cream-colored puff of wool-like fur at the end of each ear which, slick and sudsy with soap from the nearby dispenser, she pressed together and scrubbed up and down in alternating motions. Poor Little Liam, already fully hard, was trapped in the middle of those soft and warm appendages, and the sensation was robbing him of thought and breath.

Jezebel giggled, or did the rabbit equivalent. For how sorry she was, knowing her actions got a human fired (again), she couldn't really stay away from Liam. It was the noises he made. Jezebel had heard a great many males in her life. She had experienced grunts, and sighs, and growls... mostly grunts. If there was one noise in the world that activated her, however, it was a good whimper. Liam, poor Liam, was definitely a whimperer. He tried to suppress them, of course. Most males seemed to hate being labeled a whimperer, especially human ones. Unfortunately for him, however, all that did to Jezebel was galvanize her to try and draw them out of him.

“W-wait, Jez," Liam whimpered, his voice almost imperceptible over the smack and drum of water. “What if... what if somebody walks in on us?"

“Don't worry," she replied, lowering her voice and taking a mock-conspiratorial tone. “People and Pokemon come down here all the time to let off steam. They'll know not to bother us." The little Impidimp in the back of her head piped up, at that point, and she could not help but act on its advice. “Unless" she said, “they, like, wanna join us."

Exactly as she suspected, the thought was exactly the right kind of mortifying to draw out a whole new species of noises from the human. Of course, she only got to experience that shuddering moan for a second, before he brought his hands up to his mouth to stifle any further noises. That was still a victory, however. Liam had a face and a bearing that just made you want to bully him. But, like, affectionately.

Desperately, he tried to keep his voice down. The thought of being discovered like this made his heart hammer in his chest, even as his cock throbbed between Jezebel's fluffy ears. This was not like him. Not at all. Liam only occasionally had the courage to masturbate when he was in his apartment. At night. When he was one-hundred percent certain Stoutland was asleep. In the bathroom because Stoutland almost always occupied one half of his bed. And yet, here he was, having incredibly risky public sex for the second time in a week. And... sweet Mew save him, he was so close, right now!

Suddenly, he felt a presence, a vague push against his mind. It did not feel as though he were being watched, that eyes were upon him, but rather that something was observing him in a more... elemental fashion. Then, he heard the voice in his head, a voice other than his own. “Hey! New guy! Explain yourself!"

“Oh, no..." Liam recognized those vulpine chatters, almost immediately. “O-oh... oh, no."

“Don't you 'oh, no' me, new guy!" Arete growled, psychically. “I sent you out for coffee a half an hour ago. Now, when I go looking for you, I find you down in the basement. Did you get lost? Is your ability to navigate an open building no better than your ability to troubleshoot a server rack?"

Liam was beside himself. Was Arete's telepathy only limited to surface thoughts? Could he only hear Liam if the human thought in full sentences? Or could the Alakazam feel everything Liam was feeling, right at that moment? Liam wanted to tell Jezebel to stop, that someone was listening in, but he could not form the words. He could not even form the thought because... “No, no, no, no..." Liam shook his head. He was too close. He could not even hope to stop what was coming. Desperately, he tried to think about baseball.

Arete, who was currently in the middle of a mental dressing-down, paused when he realized that all he was getting back in response was a garbled soup of thoughts and feelings. “What are you even doing, right now?" he asked. “With the way your neurons are firing, it almost seems like you're having an or..." There was a pause, a grim psychic silence, as realization slowly hit. Then, the Alakazam's voice came back, an indignant roar. “Palkia's eternal mammaries, man! Are you fucking right now?!"

That was it. Without any ability to lie, unable to hide the surging feelings that were blatantly obvious to the telepathic Pokemon, Liam was powerless. He tumbled over the edge, on the spot. Throwing his head back, and his hips forward, he let loose with a series of whining, staccato moans. Thick ropes of seed burst from the space between Jezebel's ear-puffs, like a lewd volcano. His hands, possibly the only thing that could keep him from being audible all the way out in the hallways, held onto the tiles for support.

Even before he had started to come down from one of the hardest orgasms of his life, panic started to set in. “Oh... oh, no. I just... I just... in front of my boss, and..."

Jezebel looked to her side. Not seeing anybody outside the shower stall, she raised an eyebrow. “Like, who are you talking about? There's nobody..." Whether she detected the presence of Arete's psychic powers in the room, or whether it was just another example of her bizarre Pokemon cunning, she suddenly realized who Liam was talking about. “Ohmigosh! Do you mean Ari? Is Ari running around in your brain-ball, right now? Like, hi, Ari!"

Arete “heard" the Lopunny's words, second-hand, through his connection to the human. A feeling of contempt washed over Liam. Contempt, annoyance, and something Liam might have recognized as a hint of jealousy, if he were in anything resembling an observational frame of mind. “Of course," the Alakazam thought, acidly. “I should have figured it was going to be the resident prima donna. Hold that thought, new guy."

Suddenly, the presence in his mind was gone. Liam looked to Jezebel, uncertainly. She smirked, even as the feeling of Arete entering her mind on a warpath caused her to flinch.

“I knew it," she said aloud. “What's the matter, Ari? I was just, like, showing the new guy the showers." Whatever response Arete had was clearly unpleasant; Liam could feel a sense of dread just being in the same room as the mental conversation. Jezebel was unfazed. She laughed and shook her head, ears still in her hands. Then, she turned to him. “Like, don't let Ari push you around, Liam. He acts all scary and junk, but he'll back off if you push back."

“Er... yeah. Okay." Liam did not really want to push back against much of anything. He had just doubled the number of creatures he had had an orgasm in the presence of, and right now he was feeling impossibly exposed. “I'll take that into... um... but I really should go. I promised him I'd do... I should..." He tried, and failed, to edge his way to the opening of the cubicle, where his clothes were waiting for him.

Jezebel was not paying attention. As adorable as she found Arete's bluster, she could only let him puff and stamp his feet in her mind for so long, before she once again felt the impulse to throw a male off of their game. “Hey, like... new guy," she said, eyes pointed up to the ceiling where she guessed Arete was sitting. “You wanna know a little fun fact? If you, like, focus really hard on a sensation, while a telepath like Ari's in your head, he can feel it as if it were him doing it. And it can, like, be any sensation." Her lips quirked up in a wolfish grin. “Here, check this out. I'm totally about to make him smell your spoof."

Liam stood there, helplessly, as he watched Jezebel lift her floppy ears up to her face. She buried her nose in the puffs, breathing in deeply. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she savored the smell of male in her fur.

The walls shook. The lights flickered, ominously. Jezebel recoiled, as if somebody had struck her in the face. She immediately righted herself, however. In fact, she seemed to think the sensation was hilarious. She looked up to the ceiling, slapping her thigh with one paw as she was struck with uncontrollable, vicious cackles.

Liam, terrified, took the opportunity to slip out and stumble into his clothes as fast as humanly possible.

Up on the ground floor, work came to a halt. People in the main warehouse all turned to look in the direction of the server room. Most could feel the waves of bitter rage seeping through the thin set walls, but even the psychically deaf Dark types in attendance could tell what was happening by listening to the full-throated yips coming from Arete's office.

“You are a disgrace! A mockery of the very concept of professionalism! If you weren't one of the Professor's Pokemon, I'd come down there right now and Psybeam you all the way to the Pokemon Center three towns over! You draggle-tail! You empty-headed, vacuous, sorry excuse of a lagomorph. Yyyyou...!"