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Jake's head hurt badly as he sat up on the hotel bed. Disorientated, he looked at the strange room, then at Irma, sleeping on the bed next to his. Second wave of nausea shook him as memories came flooding back. The connection, his house, sounds, sight, Arceus almighty, the sight! His cheeks flushed and he recoiled a bit. After he peeked... After his partner... Confessed her love! ... After... His Pokemon tried to attack him... Or rather, herself... He remembered the rush of adrenaline, throwing himself at Irma, the falling sensation shaking them out of the dream.

Irma was awake too. Her eyes opened, she just kept staring at ceiling. "Oh my Arceus, what if waking her up so forcefully pushed into this state!?" Jake jumped out of the bed, gripping the edge of the table to keep himself steady. He was so dizzy... Turning the light on, he looked at Irma again. Wet paths of tears were marking her face, more and more escaping her widely opened eyes. Not even thinking about covering his modesty, Jake wobbled over to her. "Irma! Irma, speak to me! Please, please..." But as soon as he tried to touch her, he met an invisible barrier right in front of himself. The Gothitelle took off of the bed, hanging in mid-air in the corner of the room, looking terribly gloomy. Her eyes were fixed at one point and her mouth just quivered with every shaking breath she took.

Jake put his head in his hands, panicking. What would he do!? There had to be a way to help Irma... "And," he guessed, "I can't do it myself." He put on his clothes quickly, pulling the coat around his arms. It's been quite cold at this time of the year in Jhoto. He then ran to the lobby.

Loud steps in the middle of the night woke Isabelle from her nap. Blinking couple times groggily, she'd taken in the sight before her. He was... The yesterday patron... A guy with Gothitelle... Jason? Jacob? Oh! Right! Jake! Just as she was about to make some snarky comment about leaving in the middle of the night, wearing cape of all the things, she noticed his state. His eyes were moving wildly, breath shuddering. He was crying. Suddenly wide awake, she jumped up in her seat. "What can I help you..." Before she could finish, he began speaking, clearly disshelved. "I need... Irma needs... Please, help!" Alarmed, Isabelle took him by his arms and shook him. "Jake! You need to pull yourself together! What happened!?"

Fifteen minutes later, Jake's been running out of Goldenrod. After retelling Isabelle the events from before (avoiding his involvement of course), he got an address updated on his Pokedex from her, along with further instructions. "It shouldn't be far from here... Just a couple minutes longer..." Couple houses in the middle of a wide field. It's been the middle of the night, but it didn't concern the young trainer as he knocked on the hard wooden door in front of him. Lights flashing. Doors creaking a little as an old man peeked outside. "Yes? What brings-" He didn't let the man finish. "I need to speak to Miss Salac... It's my Pokemon, she's-" It was the old man's turn to interrupt. "Sure thing, lad. Just wait a moment, Sally's gonna be here shortly." With these words, old man disappeared in the doorway.

Minutes streched like hours when finally a girl, about Jake's age came out. She was dressed for the weather, like she's been anticipating this. "Got a call from Izzie, lad. Name's Sally. She gave me short version. Care to elaborate?" Her voice was strong and sure, filled with intent. She seemed like a person getting straight to what she wanted. "Eh? Sure, my name is Jake. My Pokemon, Irma... She wasn't herself lately. We just came here from Unova and it seems like she's got in... heat..." Jake blushed. "She pulled me into her mind. In her dream, I mean. While in there... She was... mating... Well, tried to, it seemed. Problem is, she wasn't there with... a Pokemon... she was there... With me..." Jake's been bright red as he was recollecting the strange, erotic sight in his mind.

Sally's smirk brought him back to earth, she looked at him playfully. "Didja shag 'er?" She asked as casually as if she was asking about the weather. Jake coughed on his breath. "Excuse me!?" He exclaimed loudly, happy that they were not inside the house. "Oh come on, don' gimme that. She was in heat, wanted you, you didn' run outta there, you had to give it a thought..." Her smile wasn't just playful now, it was downright mischievious. "Well... When she'd seen me, she just cowered in fear. Then she tried... To attack me! To wipe out the memory from my brain!" It was as if only saying this made it happen for real. He stumbled on his feet just as he was stumbling on his words.

He didn't see the hit coming. And Sally didn't use an open palm either. Randy girl punched Jake right across the face, scowling with anger. "Ya moron! And ya just left 'er there!?" If Jake's been startled earlier, now he was downright scared. He looked at her with eyes opened wide, his jaw hurting as hell. It would leave a mark for sure. "Fine. I'll help ya, you clueless idiot." He blinked a couple times. "Y-what!?". "Well, I see yer in need of a breeder specialist. An' I'm just yer person for the job. Miss Salac Esthelia, breeder specialist trainee at yer service!" She exclaimed with a curtsy and pride in her voice, which shocked Jake almost as hard as the punch before. Breeder specialists... He'd heard of them during the official league training, but the information was scarce at best. The gossip on the other hand... It would explain her freedom on the topic of... Human-Pokemon relationships, yet... Good gracious, she was as old as himself, at most!

Thougths were rushing through his mind with an astounding speed and so he just kept staring at her slack-jawed. "Wuh? Is there something on my face or something?" She asked, then shook his head. "Nevermind, we have a case on our hands! You'd like a help from me or nah?" He just nodded, sobered by the memory of state Irma was left in. Sure, Isabelle was left with her, but still... His Pokedex pinged. Opening it, he saw an agreement of sorts, explaining the sorts of deal he was getting himself into. He didn't even bother to read it and just clicked "Accept" button. Irma's well-being was the most important thing in the world for him now. Sally's dex pinged in turn but she didn't even bother checking it. She opened the door before turning to Jake again. "Wait for me inside. I'll just grab couple things and we're good to go".

She bursted downstairs in no time with a bag on her arm and two Pokeballs attached to her belt. Her black hair were tied in a tight ponytail, a green cap on her head giving her look of a girl scout. Jake smiled a bit at this comparison. Just as she came down he opened the door. Sally gave him a determined nod and they took off. While they were walking in a quick pace, lots of questions began forming in Jake's mind. This night was so eventful that his head felt full to the bursting point (not to mention pained from punch received just a couple minutes ago).

He decided to start off slowly. "So... What is our plan?" The question earned him big grin from his companion. "What? Yer courious if Imma shag your pokemon there?" She asked bluntly. So much for delicate approach. He shrugged his shoulders, not to seem like he's been too interested. "Well, the first part of the plan is already a bust, since my granpa's truck went head to horns with a Tauros this week. That's why we're walking now. And when we get there? I'll do anything necessary to fix your dumb, irresponsible-" Jake interrupted her, blushing heavily at the innuendo, but also at the rightful scolding he's been getting. "I... think I get the picture." Salac smiled at him again. The girl was really wicked in her ways. "Fer yer information, being breeder specialist ain't just goin' and fuckin' Pokemon to make them better. We're trained to there to moderate the bond between the partners, who should depend on each other inside the battle, but also outside."

She gave her lecture, making Jake take note to himself not to give gossip any attention from no-"Aaand we also shag them. You'd be shocked to see how many of Pokemon want the bond with their trainer to become something more. The frustration grows and then... We have to step in." Well, he'd give them some note after all. "After what Irma told me... I actually can believe you." This made her look at him curiously. "Then, tell me, what exactly happened. And if you're going to avoid any part, I'm going for the other cheek." And so, for the third time this night Jake began his story. This time he didn't omit anything, even his own involvement... And reactions. He feared for the second hit, but it never came. Sally kept to herself, unnaturally silent, deep in thought.

Just as the silence was becoming uncomfortable, they arrived at Goldenrod. They sped up until arriving at the New Road Inn. The doors were closed, but Sally called from her Pokedex. Soon enough, Isabelle came down and opened the Inn again. "Hi Sally, sorry for bringing you here so late." The girls hugged and Salac shrugged her shoulders. "No prob, hun. Ya been with her like I told ya?" Jake looked between them, embarassed. "Sure did. She just sits there, looking all sullen and despaired." Isabelle looked really worried, which in turn was rubbing off on Jake. "Let's not waste any more time then. Jake, come with me." Said Sally. They walked to his room.

Inside was mostly the same as Jake left it. This is, including the crying Gothitelle sitting in the corner. Boy checked his watch. Almost two hours passed since he left searching for help. Judging from Isabelle's description, nothing changed since then. As Jake opened the door, Irma looked at him. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw another trainer behind him. She clutched her knees and pulled herself tighter, as if expecting some form of punishment. Jake walked slowly toward her, arms opened wide, trying to be as non-threatening as he could. "Irma." She cringed, as if physically hit by her name. "Listen to me. This is Sally. She will try to help you." Salac coughed meaningfully behind him. "Us... Help us." He finished awkwardly. If Irma heard what he was saying, she didn't let them know. She just looked at them, her expression sullen, eyes blank.

Sally pulled him by the shoulder, motioning for him to go outside. Unsure, he slowly backed away till they were in the corridor again. "Lemme talk to her. Leave us alone for a couple minutes, lad." Sally said with a weak smile. Desperate for any kind of positive change, he just nodded to her, tears in his eyes. "Go wait with Izzie, Imma call for ya." She said and stepped back inside. Not sure what more he could do, Jake went down to lobby.

And again, the minutes seemed to last forever. Isabelle tried to make a small talk, but in Jake's state of mind he didn't really hear her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Izzie's dex beeped. She didn't even need to tell Jake, he was already on stairs, running back to his room.

He almost bursted in, before collecting himself. After all, he didn't want to startle Irma, not after all the things she endured this day. Instead, he knocked on the door lightly. "Irma? Sally? May I come in?"

"Yes, please." Came muffled response. As he came in, he was sure he misheard earlier. Irma and Sally were tied in a tight hug. Tears were streaming down Pokemon's face, as Sally was whispering gently into her ear. He'd seen Irma tensing as he looked at them, only to succumb to the Sally's calming touch. After a moment, he felt the slightest prod of the psychic connection. Unsure, he let his partner in. "J-Jake?" Came in a whisper-like message. "Yes Irma?" He responded kindly, looking at her with his tired, worried eyes. "I-I-I'm s-so soooorryyy!!" She cried loudly in his head, while faltering in Sally's arms and bursting into tears.

Both Jake and Sally cringed. "Easy there, girl." Jake heard a new voice in his head. So, Sally heard them too. Jake knew Irma could connect more than one person, she sometimes used it in their home to speak with the whole family. On the other hand, he'd never seen her connecting to a stranger. Salac was good. "Come on, hun. Yer confused and hurt and nothing good can come out of you wallowing in these bad feelings. We will work them out, one by one. And we will start with the most disturbing one."

The next thing that happened left Jake slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Holding his Pokemon, Sally mashed her lips forcefully into Irma's plump ones, taking her in an lewd, lustful kiss. Inside his head, Jake's felt an array of Irma's emotions, ranging from fear, distress through guilt finishing on pure lust. It's been like an firework show glittering through the night of her earlier despair. He both felt and didn't believe what he was seeing. Girls' lips, locking tightly, Sally's eager tongue writhing against Irma's reluctant, smaller one. Gothitelle's hips, grinding in the air between the ladies, instictively trying to breed her non-existent partner. Breeder's hand, holding the Pokemon from escaping, now pushing her in so tightly that one could think she tried to fuse their bodies together...

Jake didn't know what to think about it. But he felt he didn't need to think at all. That it was all natural. He was oh so ready to mate, to claim both creatures standing in this room, just a hand's reach- "Not so fast, Romeo." Sally's voice was like an cold edge, cutting through lust-filled air. "Irma's feeling what you want, I'm feeling it too. You know what both of us want. But I want you-"she pointed at Irma- "To break our connection now. You need to know yer own feelings, before anyhing happens today. Both of you need to be true to yourselves. And then-" she licked her lips, still carrying wetness and taste of the Gothitelle on them- "Then we play."

With a lingering, longing feeling left in its wake, the connection ended. All that was left were three panting creatures, looking at each other in the heated, lust-addled state. Soon enough, Jake coughed awkwardly after being stared down by Sally. "I-Irma... I-I-I'm so, so sorry... I didn't notice... Your state... Your... Y-Your heat... It must've been so hard for you... A-and I'd do anything... Anything to... h-help you." He was stammering and fumbling, not really looking at his twiddling thumbs, until he found himself face to face with his Gothitelle. She was looking at him with an apologetic stare. With a short cry, she threw herself on him, hugging him tightly. It was quite disconcerting, seeing his reserved and collected partner show her feelings like that. And in front of a stranger, too!

Speaking of which, Sally came closer to the two as well. "So, at last you've grown a pair Jake. Good fer ya. Now, when you said anything did you mean... Aaaaaanything?" She almost accused him. He certainly knew where this was going. He also knew that he had no choice now. Not if he wanted Irma's happiness as badly as he'd say. "And don't forget your own pleasure, you dimwit!" Seemed calling a small voice in his head. With a nervous nod he braced himself for what was coming next. "Well then, lay down on your bed and wait for us a bit. We won't be long." With that comment, Salac took Irma's paw-hand and took her to the bathroom along with her. Just before going in, she turned around. "Also, lose the clothes, lover-boy." She exclaimed casually.

Jake was still in the state of disbelief as, reluctantly, he began shedding his clothes. He felt so vulnerable, naked as he was, his erect penis standing at full mast already, flexing with anticipation at every breath he took. It was going to be a first time for him... For them. He was trying to look presentable for this occasion, but he certainly couldn't prepare for what came next.

The bathroom door opened slowly. The sight behind left Jake not only speechless but breathless as well. Both Irma and Sally behind her were stark naked. Their bodies, differing in shape, yet complimenting each other were stunning. Their behaviour made a lot of difference though. Irma wrapped her arms against her body, covering her breasts and mound with her best effort. On the other hand, Sally was flaunting her delicate curves, leaving little to the imagination. She was sexy as hell and aware of it, too. Upon seeing Jake's aroused, shocked and nude state, Irma's hand rose up to her eyes, covering them while shutting them tightly, her blush, bright at first, seemed to be able to burn through anything that would touch her cheeks. Sally gave him a small wink and an appreciative smile, before motioning thumbs up from behind Irma.

"Go on hun, we all know ya want it badly." Sally spoke tenderly, while giving Irma an reassuring pat on her back. "Thii..." Came barely audible response, before Irma took a couple steps toward Jake's waiting figure. Her trainer himself tried to get up to meet her, before stopping to the soft clicks of Sally's tongue. "Tsk, tsk, you just lie here... For now. It has to be her decision, all of it. The last thing you can do is rush it." Breeder's voice was soft yet confident, her words seeming like advices while hiding an undertone of an order. It's been all Jake's needed to listen and give himself in to the more experienced trainer's hands.

Meanwhile, Irma's confidence was growing, as she began letting her instincts take over. The burning heat, stoked both by the lustful kiss and her trainer's embrace, was almost unbearable now. She was tired, so tired from hiding her feelings for so long. It was a proper thing to do and she'd been taking pride in always being proper. That is, until the earlier night events. Jake's intrusion on her weakened mind's fantasy, her fright after attacking him, her uncertainity of her trainer's feelings, it was all melting away in the scorching heat of her lust now. And so, she slowly dropped her hands to her sides, seeking hints of disgust at her lewd behaviour in her trainer, finding him awestruck and panting with excitement.

That his reaction was appreciated would be an understatement of the century. Irma felt familiar fleeting sensation in her chest and abdomen, so often discarded in futile attempts to hide her feelings not only from him, but from herself. This time, she let the feeling take her over, almost jumping on his naked form in front of her. And then she stopped in mid-air only to float up to his head, now eyes to eyes with him. The last inches of space between them were cosumed in a hungry, lustful kiss, to the mock dismay of Sally at Jake disobeying her. Said lady watched as Irma's body was pulled into an intimate hug by Jake, the two finally colliding without anything, both figuratively and literally, in between them.

As soon as she felt her trainer's heat on her bare skin, Irma began rubbing her hips against him, her pussy moist and ready for the taking. He was certainly prepared himself, his flesh straining from the moment girls entered the room. It was due to their combined efforts that a moment later a shrill cry of ecstasy pierced the pants and moans breathed into their kiss when his head finally found its' target. As soon as it happened, Irma exploded in the first of her long awaited orgasms. Feeling her pulsing against his head, Jake thrusted in pleasure himself, burying himself almost to the hilt in one go. This only fueled Irma's pleasure, her first orgasm fluently transcending into another one.

On the second bed, Sally's fingers plunged into her wetness, bringing a whimper of pleasure into the lustful cacophony filling the room. Just as she predicted, with that much repressed lust, Gothitelle's going to go into an overdrive until at least part of her energy is depleted. In her mind, the young breeder high fived herself for striking gold with this pair. In reality her hands were quite busy elsewhere. Oh, so much fun she's going to have with them...

Meanwhile, not far from Sally's mischievious ideas, Jake started moving. Irma's walls were hot, almost scorchingly so and pulsing strongly against his member. It felt so good, he was driving all his willpower on high drive just to keep himself from coming in her right then and there. She was hurting for so long from restraining herself, he thought, holding his pleasure for little longer was the least he could do. And so, he pushed himself to the hilt against her, their bodies joining with a squelch of her constrained juices. His whole lower abdomen was wet.

Not that it stopped either of them. Jake's hands cupped Gothitelle's lithe buttocks as he began withdrawing from her, earning a disappointed moan into his neck, where Irma was currently busy kissing him like there'd be no tomorrow. The moan was stopped abruptly by his light thrust, becoming high-pitched squeal. After a couple experimental pushes Jake began forming a steady, slow pace, his thrust met with urgent whines and pushes of Irma.

"Come on, she can take it harder, hun. She wants it rough..." Sally's fingers were working in rhythm with his jabs, second and third joining the first one, while the other hand kept itself busy on the breeders' perky breast. Oh, how much better this was than obnoxious Furrets she'd have to deal with normally!

Spurred on by the breeder's words, Jake quickened his pace, his movements becoming more primal and urgent. The effect was immidiate. Irma's moans and coos of pleasure now seemed like an incoherent stream of ecstatic blabbering, her third orgasm of the night approaching rapidly. Jake didn't think her insides could become even better for him, but the heat, combined with random twitches and pulses of eager muscles made him rethink that quickly. Soon enough, he felt himself nearing the point of no return. "I-Irma, if you keep this up..." He began, only to be silenced by her exploring tongue. This time the kiss originated from her, her attempt to muffle his warning entirely succesful.

Even more so, as just as the small, inquisitive tongue of his Pokemon entered Jake's mouth, he felt the last barrier of his incoming release falter and crash. And just like that, his member hardened instantly, his movement halting and seed released straight into Irma's passage. The feeling of the liquid, heated pleasure was enough for her to achieve maybe not the wildest, but the most lust-quenching orgasm yet. Their slow undulations, accompanied by Sally's moans and coos, lasted for quite a long time, neither of them wanting to let go of such a fulfilling endeavour.

Only when Jake's cock wilted and left Irma's heated depths did she stop her soft movements and pleasured gasps, instead just clinging to his frame, as if he was one of her dreamlike illusions, prone to disappearing in moment's notice. Right after the member's exit, a trickle of white followed, most of it staying inside her. "T-that... That was it... You really made an amazing enterance back there." Came a gasping moan from their "moderator". With a sharp intake of breath and a little disappointment at the lack of her own fulfillment, masked by a briliant smile, she retreated her fingers from her dripping snatch. On the other bed, lovers looked at her with embarassed grins, forgetting about her being there in the heat of the moment.

"But, you know, the night has only started..."