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The room was very hot.

Buizel was panting like a Growlithe, feeling a stifling heat in her body from head to tail. It felt like she couldn't get a proper breath in, but not so much that she felt like suffocating. It was like a sauna in here, or maybe more like the inside of an oven. So hot, and the air felt so heavy.

She was lying on her back, staring up at nothing. The bed was comfortable, and the pillow under her head felt nice and soft. The bed was shaped like a heart and covered with thick red lacy blankets, which she was currently lying on top of. A few rose petals rested atop the bed on either side of her.

Buizel was covered in sweat, getting her fur all damp. She wasn't sure if it was because the room was so hot, or because she was so hot.

She wasn't just hot, though. She felt tingly and fluttery, like her insides just couldn't sit still. Folks often referred to 'Butterfree in your stomach', but Buizel really felt like she had them. Everything felt really good, but it also felt terrible. It was such a strange thing to describe. It was an exciting jittery feeling, but it felt like something was wrong and needed to be fixed immediately.

"Mnnn..." Buizel softly moaned, rolling about a bit on the covers. She had always been one for going to the beaches and bathing under the sun, but this was something else. Why was it so hot in here? Why was she so hot?

Why did it feel so good?

"Hey..."

Buizel's attention perked up as she heard the voice, and slowly rolled her head to the side. Her heart immediately started to flutter when she saw him standing there with a warm smile on his face.

He stood tall and handsome, an absolutely stunning specimen of his species. Everything about him, every single feature, was incredible and meticulously crafted giving him the appearance of perfection. His smile was caring, but also confident and charming. He stood in a way that showed off his impressive looks, but still somehow appeared humble and kind.

Buizel swooned just looking at him. Her earlier complaints about the heat entirely forgotten. "H-hey..." she replied in a heavy whisper.

He walked over towards her until he was standing next to the bed, towering over her with his incredibly attractive height. Buizel felt small and weak underneath his stature, and it made her feel so excited. She smiled up at him sheepishly, blushing like mad. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest already.

"You are...so beautiful," he whispered to her.

Buizel's voice caught in her throat before she could reply. Her heart practically grew wings and flew right out of her body. She knew that he thought she was beautiful. He had said it to her at least a hundred times. Yet, it still felt incredible every time she heard it.

"N-not as beautiful as you..." Buizel whispered, "A-and handsome, and nice, and smart, and...a-and..."

She saw his eyes roaming her petite little body, and she could feel his gaze as if it were a thousand little Durants crawling all over her. She shivered as his gaze traveled down past her furry chest and her firm, if slightly pudgy, belly.

Buizel brought her paws up to her mouth and blushed even harder. She then relaxed onto her back, spreading her hind legs apart wide and giving him full view of every single solitary inch of her. His eyes traveled lower, between her hind legs, and she quivered in excitement.

Her whole body practically engulfed in flames as she exposed herself to him like this. Again, this was nothing new but it always felt like the very first time. She could almost literally feel his piercing eyes as they stared at her most intimate, private spot.

"You're so beautiful," he repeated, and then added, "and so very sexy!"

"Mmf!" Buizel exclaimed into her paws, "I...I'm not sexy..." she murmured.

"Absolutely untrue," he said as he suddenly leaned forward and towered over her.

Buizel eep'ed in surprise and giggled softly, her heavy blush returning in force. A thrilling rush pulsed through her whole body, emanating from that burning spot right between her legs. "Wha..." she breathed, "What're we gonna do on the bed...?" Buizel knew that was an old cheesy meme, but she didn't care.

He carefully climbed up on top of the bed and ended up straddling on top of her, now staring directly down into her eyes. She found herself lost in his own eyes, hypnotized by his gaze. She could feel his warm breath across her muzzle and her neck, even in spite of the floatation ring that surrounded the latter. She was sweating like crazy now, and her insides were practically on fire.

"I...I..." Buizel stammered.

He leaned in to silence her with a surprise kiss, causing her to let out a muffled exclamation of shock. Her surprise didn't last very long, and she was soon reduced to a pile of Poké-jelly. She melted into his embrace, eagerly kissing him back. She wanted to taste him, and likewise wanted him to taste her. Her stomach flipped in excitement as she felt their two tongues tousle and wrestle with one another.

He had taken her breath away completely but she didn't mind. His kiss had been so amazing that she wouldn't have cared if she had died moments later. She felt him petting and stroking her, rubbing her fur and teasing her more sensitive spots. He kept away from her floatation ring, just like he knew she liked. She was completely helpless under his ministrations, and it only managed to stoke the roaring fire between her hind legs.

"Aaaah...!" she moaned in bliss, gazing up at him with hazy, lust-filled eyes.

"Buizel..." he whispered.

She licked her lips and gave him the best sultry smile she could manage. "Take me..." she whispered, spreading her hind legs even further apart. She tingled in anticipation, waiting eagerly for what was to come next. To entice him, she flicked her two-pronged tail up to tickle his belly a little.

"Are you certain?" he asked, care evident in his tone.

"Yes!" she shouted, and then blushed in embarrassment. "Yes," she repeated in a more controlled tone, "Take me! Take me now, and don't stop until the sun comes up!"

He smiled at her. "As you wish," he said, and another excited quiver ran up her spine.

The bed shifted as he got into position, bringing himself closer to her. She shivered like a leaf in a winter snowstorm, filled with a volatile mix of anticipation, lust, affection, anxiety and pure, unsaturated need! She needed him. She needed him right now!

She reached her paws up around him, hugging him and holding him close. She let out a long, lustful moan as she felt their two bodies connect. Their body heats met and combined into a roaring flame of desire, and she could feel his heart beat against hers.

"Buizel..." he whispered to her, giving her another kiss and bringing his hips down to meet hers. She moaned as he got closer, closer, closer to that centralized spot of painful need.

Her breath hitched in her throat. The room was hotter than it had ever been before. All words and thoughts evaporated into mist, leaving only one word behind.

"Anon..."

...

Buizel squirmed under the covers, a heavenly smile on her muzzle. Sweat continued to run down her forehead, getting her fur, her pillow and her bed somewhat damp. She was moaning softly, and she had a faint rosy hue on her cheeks.

"Anon..." she whispered again as she rolled onto her side, curling up beneath the blankets. She started to pant softly, still smiling warmly. The covers shifted as she moved, and the bed quietly squeaked. Soft little mewls and barks filled the room

Eventually, Buizel's eyes fluttered open. The beam of light coming in from her bedroom window had crossed the room and was now shining directly at her. It felt nice and warm, but it was very irritating to her tired eyes. She blinked in confusion a couple of times, wondering what had just happened. She remembered being in bed, and having the time of her life. She was still in bed, but now things were different.

It took her a couple of minutes of blearily glancing around to realize that she was in her own bedroom, which was just the same as it had always been. The sun shining through the window meant that morning had arrived. The room was empty. He was nowhere to be seen.

Buizel shook her head to clear her cloudy thoughts, and that's when she finally realized what had happened. A disappointed whine slipped past her lips as she recognized that she had been dreaming before and had just woken up. She wanted so badly to close her eyes and go back to that dream, but that never worked when she tried it in the past. She always ended up dreaming about something else instead.

She reflected on the wonderful experience she had just been treated to, even though it hadn't been real. It had been so vivid and tangible, and it was resting clearly in her memory without fading away like most dreams did. She closed her eyes and replayed the intense scene in her mind, letting out a sigh that was both satisfied and frustrated at the same time.

Then her eyes shot open as she realized something else. She quickly sat up and lifted the covers up off of herself. There, in the middle of her blankets, clear as the morning sun on a cloudless day, was a very noticeable and relatively large damp spot. It lined up perfectly with a certain part of her body; a part that was still damp and dripping wet with arousal. The powerful scent of her own self hit her like a truck.

Buizel let the covers fall on her and collapsed onto her pillow with a loud groan. "Ughh..." she moaned. She had just had a wet dream.

Another wet dream.

Buizel was not exactly a morning Pokémon. She usually awoke with the rising sun, but preferred not to get out of bed right away. She enjoyed an extra half hour or so of that relaxed semi-conscious state where one is only half awake. She liked to wake up and greet the morning slowly, at her own pace. It made her feel less groggy once she was actually up and on her paws.

Not today, though. That was something she was getting to enjoy less and less these days.

Buizel sighed in frustration and sat up, immediately feeling woozy. She did not feel awake at all, and every fibre in her body was begging for her to just lay down and get a couple more winks. She ignored the protests though and stood up, stretching and groaning again. She groggily made her way over to her closet and quickly slipped on a set of shorts and a thin white shirt, and then returned to her bed. She then gathered up all of her blankets, as well as the slipcover on her mattress, and rolled them all up into a big ball so she could carry them. Even so, her small frame made this a difficult chore as she slowly made her way towards the door.

...

After her unscheduled early morning visit to the laundry room, Buizel wearily made her way to the kitchen so she could get some breakfast. She was not in a good mood. Her typical happy, bubbly smile was nowhere to be seen. After making some toast with butter and making a small cup of coffee, she slumped down in one of the chairs at the table in the middle, leaning on her forepaw and grumbling softly.

The young Pokémon had fully adjusted to her life now that she was living in Abra's massive house. It was essentially a small mansion that had been converted into a dorm room with multiple bedrooms and common amenities. Besides the large size and the amount of Pokémon living there, however, it still looked like a fairly regular house. Only one small wing made it seem like something otherwise.

Buizel sighed as she drank her coffee, feeling groggy and nowhere near awake enough to start the day. The fact was that she was frustrated. Even though the day had opened with an extremely pleasurable dream that had left her feeling amazing, the end result was just frustration. She had been having these dreams more and more lately, and every time they happened she would need to get up early and toss her bedding into the wash before her 'pleasure' dried and left a stain. This wasn't her house, after all. She merely lived there.

The occasional wet dream every now and again was normal and Buizel expected that, but it was starting to happen night after night. She didn't get this many wet dreams even when she was in heat! What was going on with her? And why were they always-?

"Ayyy, Buizel!"

The newcomer's greeting snapped her out of her reverie, and she turned her head to regard him. "Oh, hi Sandslash," she said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

"You're up early, girl," the cheeky rodent said, walking into the kitchen in his trademark garments that revealed way too much.

"Mngh..." she replied, slumping forward some more.

"Man, what's up with you? You're lookin' like shit. Feelin' sick or somethin'?"

Buizel grimaced a little, irritated that her dour mood was so easy to pick up on. Then again, she wasn't doing a lot to hide it. "I'm tired..." she murmured.

Sandslash, who had been getting a can of soda from the fridge, poked his head up over the door and gave her an odd look. "...Then go back to sleep. It's your day off, ain't it?"

"Urgh..." Buizel grumbled darkly, her mood worsening, "Just forget it."

"Hey, I'm just tryin' to be helpful," Sandslash said, holding his claws up defensively.

Buizel sighed, immediately feeling bad for talking to Sandslash like that. "I'm sorry...I'm just not having a good day, and it's barely started."

"Ah..." Sandslash said, walking over to the table with his soda, "I've had days like that. Sucks balls, don't it? And not in the fun way. I'd help you out if I can, but...I dunno if there's much I can do for ya besides...Y'know..."

Buizel gave him a slightly miffed look, knowing what he was referring to. "No thanks..." she said. It was no secret that the residents here all liked to fool around with one another, and Buizel herself was definitely guilty of that from time to time, but herself and Sandslash didn't really mix in that context. They were one of the few pairings that hadn't made it to the bedroom at some point or another, for more than one reason.

There was a slightly awkward silence as Sandslash downed his soda and Buizel lethargically poked at her toast. Sandslash belched when he was finished, tossed his can in the recycling bin, and then started to head out. "Well, hope you feel better, girl. Just move past it. Go do somethin' you enjoy."

"Bwah..." Buizel grumbled as she took another sip of coffee, "Wish I could..."

...

The day wore on.

Since she'd only lost about a half hour of sleep, Buizel eventually woke herself up and no longer felt groggy. She dressed as she usually did, in her white sleeveless shirt and swim shorts. Her mood hadn't improved very much, though. It was her day off from both her 'job' with Abra, and her actual job in the city. She had the whole day to do whatever she wanted, but found she didn't have much motivation to do anything. Pretty soon it was three in the afternoon, and she hadn't done much except read some books, watch a bit of TV in her room, and sit in boredom at the break room table.

The latter was where she found herself presently, leaning her head on her forepaws and staring off into space. Buizel realized that she was being the most stereotypical case of "waking up on the wrong side of the bed", but she couldn't help it. She couldn't stop thinking about all those wet dreams she had been having, and how much they had been inconveniencing her.

In fact, her dream earlier this morning wasn't even all that irritating comparatively. Her dream had woken her up at sunrise. Sometimes she had them in the early hours before the sun came up, which forced her to get up and grope her way through the dark hallways to the laundry room. Even_if_ she went right back to her room with some spare bedding, she was never able to properly get back to sleep. She had even been woken up at midnight sometimes, cutting her night's sleep in half or more!

At the very least, the laundry room was soundproof so she didn't wake anybody else up.

She had tried pawing herself off before she went to sleep to see if that would help, but it didn't make a difference. Not even actual sex before bed seemed to alleviate her apparent needs.

Buizel grumbled to herself. It wasn't even that she felt hornier in general. It was just that she was having so many sexy, arousing, wet dreams. Vivid wet dreams that she could always remember the day after.

Usually with Anon.

Buizel blushed as she thought back to her most recent dream. It wasn't always Anon, but he was present for at least_three quarters worth. It was so strange. She didn't know what Anon looked like, but she could always remember seeing him in her dreams, and yet never quite remembering what he looked like there. In fact, she didn't even know what _species he was! She didn't know if he was a Pokémon or something else! The only things she knew were his voice, and that he was a male.

Her thoughts shifted to Anon and her history with him, which made her smile. It was so strange to think that she got along so fantastically with someone from another plane of existence that was communicating to her through a remote-controlled glove device that was built by Abra. She'd had deeper conversations and closer 'encounters' with him and his non-presence than she had with Pokémon she'd known her whole life. And she wasn't alone in this regard.

Abra's experiment involving her, her 'coworkers' and Anon had ended a while ago. Since everyone involved was so happy with the whole setup, though, Abra was continuing to facilitate the activities. She claimed it was "for further studies", but Buizel thought Abra was just enjoying herself too.

It was presently 4:45, and she was still sitting in the break room in a dour mood. In 15 minutes, the day's sessions with Anon would begin, so the break room wasn't going to be empty for much longer. Every day, four Pokémon were assigned to be 'partners' while Anon solved puzzles. He didn't always get to all four of them, but he was usually pretty good about doing so. Buizel was just one such partner.

It was by far the highlight of her day whenever she was assigned. It was the best job she'd ever had in her life. It was fun to solve puzzles with Anon and it was so engaging to talk to him. Buizel was thankful for the two-way voice communication that was integrated into the glove device. Anon was such a great listener and though he sometimes had a tough, somewhat pervy exterior, he was kind and thoughtful once you got to know him.

And speaking of pervy.

"Ayy, hey again Buizel."

Buizel glanced over her shoulder to see Sandslash entering the room, followed soon after by Grovyle. She lazily lifted a paw to wave to them.

"Still in a funk, huh?" Sandslash commented as he made his way to the opposite side of the table and sat down.

"A funk?" Grovyle asked concernedly, taking a seat closer to her. Buizel and Grovyle had a great history of getting along. Grovyle was just so easy to be friends with that it was almost impossible not to be. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it..." Buizel mumbled.

Grovyle frowned and reached out across the table towards her. "Is something bothering you? I'll be here afterwards if you want to talk about it..."

Buizel looked up at Grovyle and frowned at her. "I'm just having a bad day," she replied, "It's nothin'."

Sandslash chuckled rather loudly from his end of the table. "I know what she needs," he said, "but she ain't on the list today. I'd give ya my spot if ya wanted it, but...Ayyy, I'm pent up, girl. I need this." He punctuated his statement by lewdly reaching a claw down beneath the table and giving the two of them a sensual look.

"Kn-knock it off, Sandslash..." Buizel murmured, glancing away. It was no secret as to what Sandslash was referring to. It was an integral part of the 'experiments' after all, and everybody in the building knew it. After Anon solved a puzzle, his partner would remove one article of clothing, and after two puzzles they would be naked. After three puzzles, Anon and the partner would then get a little more...

...intimate.

Buizel closed her eyes and blushed as thoughts and memories came to her unbidden. Every single intimate session with Anon after those puzzles was burned into her memory. He may have been nothing more than a mechanical glove for all intents and purposes, but the glove was psychically tied to his actual hand so he had full control over it. And, wow, the things he could do with that one hand...

"I'd give you my spot," Grovyle spoke up, startling Buizel and reminding her that the other two were still in the room. She glanced at her as she continued. "But, well, Abra doesn't like it when we do that, you know. She controls the schedule and she likes it to go her way."

"I know..." Buizel grumbled. Sandslash and Grovyle were two of the four Pokémon assigned to the puzzles today. The other two would be showing up soon, but Buizel wasn't one of them today. With the way her day had gone, she really wanted to be there so she could talk to Anon and relieve some stress. It was hard to walk away from a session with him and not feel good all over. Anon was skilled when it came to the Pokémon body.

Buizel started blushing softly. She'd had so many mind-blowing orgasms at the hands (or, well, 'hand') of Anon. He really was just a disembodied floating hand, but that was all he needed to show her an amazing time, and she wasn't alone in giving out this praise. It wasn't technically anything more than one-way mutual masturbation, and occasionally some fun with dildos, but it was amazing nonetheless.

And Buizel could really go for an Anon-gasm right now. She wanted it so badly. She craved it. She forced herself to curb her thoughts before she left a wet spot on the chair.

Working here had been a real awakening for Buizel, in more ways than one. Before coming here, she had been a lesbian exclusively. When Abra had recruited her, it had not been known what gender the one on the other side of the glove would be, nor their sexual preference, so there had been stipulation that some of the assembled cast would likely be let go. Buizel had been slightly disappointed to find out Anon was a male, whereas Abra was delightfully surprised to learn he was completely bisexual and she wouldn't have to fire anybody.

The rest was history.

Buizel still considered herself a lesbian, but she couldn't deny that there was a strong sexual chemistry between herself and Anon. Furthermore, with the air of sexual experimentation and freedom in this house, she'd casually enjoyed the company of a few males.

"Buizel!"

"Bwark?!" Buizel cried as she was jolted out of her thoughts. She glanced over at Grovyle, who had been the one who had spoken.

"Are you sure you're all right?" she asked, "I'm still here to talk to you after the sessions if you want."

Buizel sighed and waved her paw dismissively. "It's fine, Grovyle. Thanks, but...I've just got a lot in my Buizel brain, y'know?" She tried to chuckle, but it came out halfheartedly.

"Ah, I suppose I can relate to that," Grovyle answered.

"Heh," Sandslash spoke up, "She doesn't like me, by why don't you shake the thoughts outta her head, Grovyle?"

Grovyle turned and gave Sandslash a confused look, and then a healthy red blush attacked her cheeks once she realized what he meant. "Oh goodness..."

Buizel was blushing too. Grovyle was the one she had gotten intimate with the most during her stay here, aside from Anon.

"That is not a decision that involves you, Sandslash," Grovyle said kindly but firmly.

Sandslash shrugged. "Jus' a suggestion, ay~"

Grovyle gave Buizel a sympathetic frown, silently apologizing for Sandslash's behavior. The two females were still flushed and embarrassed, so Buizel decided to change the topic.

"The sessions start in like five minutes," she observed, "Where're the other two?"

Sandslash shrugged unhelpfully, while Grovyle answered her. "Today it's myself, Sandslash, Smeargle and Lucario. The latter is sometimes late, as I'm sure you know. He fits this job into his break period of his delivery job."

"Right..." Buizel said with a nod, silently indulging in a brief moment of jealousy at those four Pokémon, "Wonder where Smeargle is, though..."

"Ay, they'd better show up soon or Abra's gonna blow a gasket," Sandslash quipped, leaning back in his chair.

After a pause, Buizel said, "I was half expecting her to teleport in behind you after you said that, bwark..."

The three of them shared a chuckle, the mood in the room brightening just a bit. A few more minutes ticked by in relative silence, which Buizel spent twiddling her paws together.

Eventually, the door opened and someone came dashing in. Buizel and the others turned around and saw that it was Lucario, dressed as he usually was in his pizza delivery outfit. "Hello, everyone!" he greeted, sounding slightly out of breath.

"Hello, Lucario!" Grovyle greeted him, "Glad you could join us!"

"You brought pizza, right?" Sandslash piped up.

Lucario ignored him and responded to Grovyle's greeting, after which Buizel waved at him and he waved back. "So guys," he said, looking at the three of them, "I'm gonna be like five minutes late. I got a thing to do. I'm on five-peg today, and Anon doesn't usually start with those. Just in case, though, if he does pick it first, could one of you three swap places with me? Abra already said it's fine."

"Sure, I can do that," Grovyle responded, and everybody turned to look at her. She then said, "Gosh, I'm not usually on five-peg unless I'm giving a tutorial."

"Great! Thank you so much!" Lucario said, recapturing the three's attention, "My boss doesn't grasp the concept that I'm a Pokémon with a life outside of my pizza job." He was already halfway out the door. "Thanks again, though! I really didn't want to miss this! Ah, I can't wait! See you all soon!" He then closed the door behind him while wearing a big grin.

Buizel raised her eyebrows at this. She hadn't even had a chance to inform him that she wasn't assigned today. "He seems...chipper," she observed.

"Yes, I have noticed that as well," Grovyle said, and Buizel once again turned in her seat to face the other two.

"I guess it makes sense," Buizel continued, "Back when I worked retail, I would have killed to have a glove finger me off during my break, bwark."

Grovyle both blushed and laughed, and then said, "True, I suppose, but I think it's something else."

Buizel tilted her head. "Huh?"

She chuckled softly. "I hope I'm not gossiping here, but word is that Anon keeps calling Lucario 'cute', and he is just loving it."

"The fuck?" Sandslash replied, blowing a Razz Berry, "What, is he in junior high getting his first crush? Anon is havin' filthy, nasty sex with us...Well, as much as he can anyway...not datin' us. If Anon called me 'cute' that'd be weird as fuck."

"Oh, don't be silly," Grovyle said, waving a claw dismissively in his direction, "He's a big, responsible Lucario but he's really a puppy dog at heart. Have you seen how easy it is to get him to blush? He loves terms of endearment like that."

Sandslash raised an eyebrow. "And how would you know that, exactly?"

Grovyle blushed even harder and glanced away. "Well, ah...I, um..."

"Ha!" Sandslash blurted out suddenly, "You been fuckin' the pizza boy!"

"Ex-cuse me!" Grovyle retorted, looking and sounding flustered, "Whether I have or have not is none of your business."

"Ay, that means you have~"

"Oh, be quiet," Grovyle grumbled, "I'm sure you've slept with the pizza boy too, y'know."

"Yeah. And?"

Grovyle simply let out a huff and turned away, shaking her head. There was a prolonged moment of silence, and then she turned towards the third occupant of the room and spoke up. "Buizel?"

Buizel didn't reply. She was staring off into space.

"...Buizel!" Grovyle said, a little louder.

"Bwark!! Ah, what?" she exclaimed, once again jolted to her senses.

"I'm sorry," Grovyle apologized, "You looked like you were lost in your own little world there for a moment..."

"I, uh..." Buizel mumbled, but she was still feeling less than grounded. She was too focused on some of the things she had just heard, which kept repeating themselves in her head. Eventually she shook her head to clear her thoughts and sighed as she pushed back her chair and stood up. "I'm gonna go for a walk or somethin'," she murmured, "Maybe go outside, or go for a swim or somethin'..."

"Oh," Grovyle said with a little, worried frown, "Well, okay. We'll see you around, then?"

"Yeah..."

"Take it easy, girl," Sandslash said as he gave her a lazy wave.

Buizel started to turn around and walk out the door, when Grovyle spoke up from behind her. "I'm still open to talk to you afterwards if you want! Come find me!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Buizel murmured, and then strode purposefully out the door without another word. She let out a huff of frustration and then slowly made her way down the hall. Now that there was nobody else around, her expression slowly grew more and more sour.

'Cute' she said to herself, Lucario? Cute? Get real...

Hearing that little tidbit of information had been somewhat surprising, and it had latched onto her brain with a vice grip for some reason. It was so ridiculous to her that she couldn't stop thinking about it.

Lucario's a fine enough Pokémon, but...Really? Anon's calling him 'cute'? Why does he think Lucario is cute? Her muzzle twisted into a grimace as she headed down the hall. He's not 'cute'. He's tall and lanky...and he wears that stupid outfit, and his fur is all blue and black. He's got those big spike things, and there's even one right in his chest. Can't hug this 'cutie' now, can ya?

"Hey there!"

Buizel had been storming ahead with her head down, lost in her own thoughts, so she hadn't heard anybody approaching her. She glanced up in surprise, and then had to move to the side to let the sprinting Lucario dash past. Wait, how long have I been out here?

"Tell the others I'll be two more minutes?" he called to her as he ran past.

Buizel fumbled for a moment before calling out to him, "I'm not working today!"

"Oh! Never mind then! Talk to you later!" And with that, he was gone around the corner.

She just stood there for a moment, staring after where he had just gone. That could not have been timed better if she had tried. Lucario, the _apparently_cute Pokémon was running around and getting all tired and sweaty, probably doing something for his pizza job which would make him tired and sweaty all the time.

Buizel let out a huff of hot air. "Cute...? Seriously?" she mumbled. She then reached into her pocket and fished out her phone, seeing that it was now past the hour and the sessions with Anon had just started. Again she felt that strong yearning to be there with the others, solving puzzles and talking to Anon. Why couldn't Abra have assigned her today, when she really needed it?

Instead, she assigns 'cute cutie' Lucario. Seriously, what the heck? If he should be calling any_body cute, it should be m-_

A sudden flash of bright light directly in front of her made her yelp in surprise and tumble backwards, landing on her rear-end.

"Buizel! How fortuitous that you're here."

Buizel shook her head and glanced up, seeing that Abra was now standing in front of her and looking irritated. She must have Teleported right in front of her.

"What're you doing down there? Get up!"

"You surprised me..." Buizel mumbled as she got to her paws and stood up once more. She had to tilt her head slightly to look up at Abra, who was about a half-foot taller than she was.

"I just heard from Kecleon," Abra said, skipping formalities, "Smeargle is sick and can't make it, so I need you to take his spot today. Although, he'd better be seconds away from death due to a bad strain of Pokérus for waiting this long before telling me...!"

Buizel frowned. She could practically see the underlying rage that was boiling beneath Abra's relatively calm exterior. "Hey, that really sucks, yeah. But, don't be too harsh on Smeargle. He's like an innocent flower. I'm sure he already feels bad for-"

Something clicked in her brain. "Wait... Did you say...?"

Abra lifted a claw and pointed down the hallway. "Go now before Anon notices anybody's missing!!"

Buizel's expression brightened in the blink of an eye. "You mean it? I can go today? I can go do the...with the...a-and with Anon, and...?"

"Yes!" Abra replied in exasperation, "I'd do it myself but I'm extremely busy! Hurry up!"

Buizel grinned so brightly that it made her cheeks hurt within seconds. "Oh my gosh! Thank you, Abra!!" she said, and then darted forward to give Abra a suffocatingly tight hug.

"Gah! What-?"

The hug didn't last very long, because Buizel was off and running down the hallway not two seconds later. Her heart was racing with excitement, her paws barely touching the ground. Her funk that had lasted all day was completely forgotten. All that mattered now was that she was going to get to hang out with Anon!

Both her heart and another part of her body tingled in excitement.

Buizel dashed into the break room, nearly slipped on the floor as she rounded the corner, and scrambled over to the 'puzzle rooms'. It was essentially a short hallway with four doors on one side, plus a door on the opposite side for maintenance and behind the scenes stuff. Three of the four doors were closed, but one was still open. She made a bee-line for that door and darted inside. She briefly caught a glimpse of the door's label. It read '4-peg'. She closed the door behind her.

Everything was so much more organized and sophisticated than when they had first started this whole business. Buizel still remembered the days when everything was run out of Abra's living room. Interruptions galore!

Inside of the room was fairly simple. There was a small bed set up in the corner with a large pile of pillows at the headboard. There was a massive, high-tech camera attached to a boom that hovered above the other end of the bed, which was pointed directly at the headboard and all of the pillows. There were a few other cameras attached to small drones, all presently sitting unactivated on a nearby table. There was a device in the far corner, the purpose of which Buizel did not know. Finally, situated in the opposite corner of the room from the bed, there was a collection of glass cases arranged into rows of four.

These cases were, according to Abra, where the magic happened. Most of the other employees tended to disagree with this line of thinking, preferring to believe that the bed was where the 'magic' happened. Nonetheless, the glass cases were used to form the puzzles that Anon would have to solve. Employees were allowed to help with the puzzle, but Anon was the best out of all of them when it came to solving them.

Buizel excitedly hopped onto the bed and situated herself against the propped up pillows. She carefully positioned herself so that she was in line with the main camera at the foot of the bed, using an adjacent screen for reference. Aside from the puzzle itself, this camera view was all that Anon would get to see of her, so it was important that she stay in frame.

From there, it was a matter of waiting. Buizel could hardly contain her enthusiasm. She couldn't believe her own luck. If she hadn't been hanging around the break room, Abra might have gone and found somebody else to replace Smeagle instead of her.

There were four puzzles to be played each day, which is why there were four employees on assignment at a time. There were, in order of difficulty, the novice, 3-peg, 4-peg and 5-peg puzzles. Anon tended to do them in that order, meaning he would probably get to her third. That wasn't so bad, since Anon could knock out the novice and 3-peg puzzles in a matter of minutes. It was better than being in 5-peg, where one had to wait a much longer time as Anon solved the 4-peg puzzle.

Buizel simply smiled to herself and waited in silence. She had been part of Anon's 'experiment' for a couple of months now, and she still looked forward to every puzzle session. Now, after having such a terrible day, she was really looking forward to this. Honestly, she looked back on how nervous she had been during the first time and she laughed.

Somewhere between five and ten minutes passed. Buizel couldn't tell exactly, as she had her phone turned off and there were no clocks in the room. Eventually, though, she heard the sound of electronics booting up. The camera in front of her illuminated and the little red 'recording' light turned on. The other cameras whirred to life and lifted off the table, hovering in the air like Yanma as they all focused in on her. Those cameras were for Heracross and whatever he used them for, so she usually ignored them.

Then, a compartment in the back wall opened up, and something hovered through it. Buizel's heart leapt out of her chest as she saw the floating white glove slowly move into the room.

Anon!

Buizel was beyond excited to see this simple white glove hovering before her. To the outside observer, this would seem silly. However, that was far from the case, as this glove was her direct connection with Anon. She couldn't see it from this angle, but she knew that at the backside of the glove, where one's wrist would normally go, there was machinery visible that revealed that the glove was actually a high-tech device. For all intents and purposes, this glove was Anon.

"Bwaark!! Hey, Anon!" she greeted him cheerfully, giving him a smile and a wave.

"Hey, Buizel," Anon's voice replied, which came out of a speaker hidden in the device's inner workings. The hand waved, so Buizel knew that Anon was waving to her. The glove was directly connected to his actual hand and copied its movements one-to-one.

"It's so good to see you again!" Buizel chirped, "How have you been?"

"Not too bad," Anon replied, "How about yourself?"

Buizel smiled warmly, a hint of blush on her cheeks. "I'm super duper great, Anon! I'm so glad I get to hang out with you today!"

"Heh... I'm looking forward to it too."

"Heeheehee!" Buizel giggled and squirmed on the spot, already feeling impatient. "Shall we get started?" she asked, "Looks like I'm on the 4-peg puzzle today. Shouldn't be too hard for someone like you, though!"

"Oh, you flatter me..."

And so, the puzzle began. Buizel had never figured out how the puzzles always initiated the moment they were finished talking. It was probably Abra. Either way, Buizel watched as a small hatch on the far wall opened up and a hoard of tiny little bug-like creatures streamed out. For reasons Buizel still wasn't entirely aware of, these colourful little bugs were the 'playing pieces' of the puzzles. She had no idea what they were. They weren't Pokémon, or at least any Pokémon she had ever heard of, and Anon had told her they weren't like anything from his world.

It was thankful that they were cute and harmless, and so Buizel didn't mind being in the same room as twenty or thirty of the little buggers. They were mostly content to sit still, run around in circles, or have sex with each other. Ultimately, they may as well have just been playing pieces.

Buizel watched as a large group of bugs hopped over to the rows of glass cases and started jumping inside (Again, how did they know to do this? Probably Abra) until all but the top row were filled. A sound effect played from somewhere, signaling that the clock had started and the puzzle was underway.

"Good luck, Anon!!"

Anon and his magic glove immediately got to work. This was where Buizel usually just sat back and watched, occasionally offering encouragement, or advice on the rare occasion that she could give it. Anon was the puzzle master. His skills had improved in leaps and bounds since Buizel had first met him. It was fascinating to watch him work.

Anon used his glove to pick up the bugs by their scruffy little necks and place them into the open glass cases, or sometimes onto the 'holopads' that created a slightly unnerving array of identical holographic images. He would use the glove to turn parts of the holopads on or off to mark his potential answers, and place "X" and "O" stickers on the glass cases to keep track of the possibilities. 4-peg puzzles could get kind of difficult, not to mention 5-peg puzzles, but Anon was very perseverant and never quit.

Unless his house caught fire. But that only happened once.

It wasn't long before Anon dropped the fourth and final bug into the last open glass case. They immediately shut, and the lights momentarily dimmed. One by one, the rows of cases below popped open, each one accompanied by a checkmark symbol and a sound effect. This indicated that Anon's answer correctly matched all of the given rows, and he had successfully solved the puzzle. Buizel let out a cheer.

"Great job, Anon! That was fast!" she said, smiling as she gave him praise.

"That one was pretty easy," he commented, "That usually means Abra has something mean in store for the third puzzle."

Buizel giggled. She then sat up for a moment and took off her white shirt and tossed it to the side. She blushed softly as her fuzzy naked chest was revealed for Anon to see. Shirts were not exactly a common thing in the Pokémon world, and there wasn't anything 'intimate' to hide underneath it. In fact, Buizel had quite often wandered the halls of Abra's place topless. With Anon, though, it always felt more exciting and even a little invigorating.

"Heh... Like whatcha see...?" Buizel asked quietly.

"Mm?" Anon responded, "Oh, you mean that sexy fuzzy chest of yours?"

Buizel squee'd and squirmed in place. "Anon, if you were here, I'd let you rub my chest for hours and hours. Feel every inch of the fluff."

The two shared a laugh, and then fell into a friendly conversation about how things were going in each other's lives. Abra didn't like them to waste too much time between puzzles, so they kept it brief. Buizel did mention to him that she'd been having trouble sleeping, though she didn't elaborate on why. Anon was sympathetic to her problem, and that made her smile.

Soon after, Anon got started on the second puzzle. Buizel, now shirtless, watched him while staying on camera. Anon took a little bit longer with this puzzle, but Buizel didn't mind. She was happy to offer the sight of her topless form as encouragement.

"And, done!" Anon proclaimed as the glass cases shut and the victory sounds played. Buizel cheered again, the second puzzle successfully completed.

"Woohoo! Anon, you're the best!!"

"Oh stop, I didn't even do that well on that one."

"You did it way, way faster than I could've!" Buizel said with a chuckle.

Buizel then sat up again and reached her paws down towards the waistband of her swim shorts. It was time to get naked on the internet again. She was amazed to find that such a notion didn't even faze her anymore. In fact, she kind of liked it.

Buizel slid her shorts down slowly and deliberately, revealing what was hidden underneath. She blushed as her most private spot was exposed and a shiver ran up her spine. She kicked her trunks off to the side and then laid back, spreading her legs a bit for the camera. Buizel was now completely nude, subtly but proudly presenting her pussy for Anon to see.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly, "You got me naked again, Anon. Good job..."

"Oh? I hadn't noticed," Anon replied coyly.

Buizel stretched for a moment, relishing in the feeling of freedom and liberation. The cool air of the room tickled the outside of her slit. It felt so wonderful to get naked for Anon. It felt like something she was free to do without judgement from anybody. She even knew that Heracross would be broadcasting the next part of the activity on some porn website, but she didn't care. What mattered was the gratifying feeling of being Anon's well-deserved reward.

"Oh gosh..." Buizel murmured, spreading her legs a little bit further apart and glancing down at herself, "I dunno if I can wait for a whole 'nother puzzle..."

"Hang in there, sexy," Anon said, "I'll be done before you know it."

Buizel murred and resisted the urge to touch herself. That wasn't how the game was played. Nudity was all that Anon was supposed to get at this point, no matter how much more Buizel wanted to reward him.

"Hurry..." she whispered.

The third and final puzzle began, and Buizel tried to relax herself. She could feel Anon's eyes on her nude body, roving over her intimate areas, and it thrilled her. It amazed her that he could still focus on the puzzle while there was a naked Buizel right next to it on his screen.

As Anon had predicted, Abra had thrown in a really difficult puzzle for the last one. Buizel grumbled to herself as Anon started to struggle, debating on whether or not to lobby some harsh words at the Psychic-type.

Anon kept working on the puzzle, though. Even though she couldn't see him, she could imagine him with an intense 'thinking' look. She could practically hear the gears in his head moving, working on the solution to the puzzle and bringing the two of them closer to their reward.

And Buizel wanted that reward. She wanted it badly.

She wasn't very much help on this puzzle. Not just because it was a bit much for her poor little Buizel brain, but because she was too busy relishing in the feeling of posing nude for Anon. Her mind was just a little bit scrambled. She always really liked her 'sessions' with Anon, and things could get pretty hot and heavy, but it had never been this bad before. She felt like she was going to burst if Anon didn't start touching her soon.

Buizel's head perked up excitedly as the glass cases slid shut. However, after a few positive sound effects, there was a much harsher negative sound effect and the cases re-opened. Anon had made a mistake, and his answer didn't fit in with one of the provided rows. Buizel suppressed a desperate whine and simply gave Anon a few encouraging words. Making a mistake like that meant he was close, right?

"C'mon, Anon..." she whispered under her breath, "You can do it..." She sat there for a few more minutes, practically in agony. Great lord Arceus above, was it too much to ask to be finger-fucked by a magic floating glove??

"Got it!"

Buizel gasped excitedly. The cases closed, and five positive sound effects played. She let out the biggest cheer of the evening, clapping her paws excitedly. "Yaaaaay!" she hollered, "Great job, Anon! You're so amazing! I knew you could do it!"

"That was tough," Anon commented, "If you see Abra, give her a dirty look for me."

The cases opened once more and all of the bugs hopped out, obediently making their way back to their little hole in the wall. One by one they all filed out until the room was empty except for Buizel and Anon's glove.

Buizel grinned excitedly through the camera at Anon. "Is it time? I think it's time now! Time for the best part!!"

"My, someone's eager..." Anon said, letting a bit of a suave tone slip into his voice.

"Heehee..." Buizel squirmed a little and laid back more on the pillows, spreading her hind legs and exposing herself to the camera as much as she could. Anon was only a glove, so she had to do her part to give him as much access as he wanted. "Go wild, Anon! Don't hold back! I really, really need this today, bwark!"

Anon's glove floated closer to her, making her tremble with excitement. "As you wish," Anon said coyly. The glove floated over to the side of her head and started to stroke her there gently, which was how Anon usually preferred to start things.

Buizel cooed and nuzzled the disembodied hand back. It moved to scratch under her chin, making her giggle softly. Anon didn't spend too much time above her neck, and soon the glove migrated south. It skipped over her floatation ring, much to her appreciation, and started to rub her belly. She felt him petting and stroking her, rubbing her fur and teasing her more sensitive spots. "Ooooooh..." Buizel started to blush as Anon worked his fingers through her belly and chest fur, alternating between gentle scratching and slow, soft stroking.

She was already putty in his hands. Erm, 'hand'.

Anon was working slowly. Buizel still had a bit of a problem with having a hair trigger when it came to sex, and so Anon had learned to start with plenty of foreplay and to extend the intimacy however he possibly could. For what it was worth, Buizel had gotten a lot better at lasting longer. She still reached her climax a little earlier than she would prefer, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been in the beginning.

Even so, Anon still treated her to the same amount of foreplay, and Buizel appreciated that.

Eventually, Anon's glove started to drift closer to her hind legs. He was stroking her sides, next to her belly, and letting his glove graze across her thighs a little. Buizel let out a few more happy barks. Anon's glove was nice and soft, but still firm where it counted, so it felt wonderful going through her fur.

His hand ran down her leg, over her knee and down to her paw. His ministrations were getting her all worked up, and she had already been worked up before. Buizel got the feeling that she was going to have to work extra-hard to keep from climaxing within two minutes this time.

"You like that, huh?" Anon asked, moving over to her other hind leg.

"Mmmmf..."

"I like that too..." he whispered.

As he worked his glove down to her other hind paw, Buizel opened her eyes and glanced up at the ceiling as a thought occurred to her. "Anon...?"

"Hm?"

"Are you..." A Cheri-red blush engulfed her entire face. "Are you, y'know..." she murmured, struggling to get the words out.

"Am I what?"

Buizel was silent for a moment, save for her light panting, before she answered. "Are you...h-hard...right now?"

The world slowed to a stop as the words left her mouth, leaving Buizel in a sudden moral quandary over whether she should have asked that or not. She was actually surprised that she had never asked about it before. In fact, she couldn't recall ever discussing the genetalia of their anonymous friend with anybody in the building. It was as if an epiphany had just hit her, reminding her that Anon did indeed have a penis.

...He did have a penis, right?

It only took Anon about two seconds to answer, but it felt like an eternity to the flustered Buizel. She ran through an entire gambit of emotions in that short span of time.

"Of course I am," he replied, "How could I not be?"

Oh, dear Arceus!! Anon just talked about his penis_!_ Holy shit!

"I, um..." she murmured, after realizing she hadn't replied yet, "I wish I could see..."

"Every one of you here is so damn sexy. All of you make me hard as diamonds." He paused and then added, "Well, okay, maybe not Magnezone. With him it's more about getting a chuckle, to be completely honest."

"Well, gosh! I mean, I ju-Hrk!!" Buizel's sentence was cut off as Anon's glove drifted to her inner thighs, and he started to caress areas that were within half an inch of her burning need. This was the part that always turned her insides to jelly. She moaned softly, her eyelids drifting closed for a moment. She could feel a desperate fire burning between her hind legs, and Anon was so close to it but she knew he wouldn't touch it yet. He circled around that fiery spot, coming close but never quite touching it. He was content to let the fingers of his glove tease the sensitive fur surrounding it.

Buizel could only pant heavily, starting to sound like Smeargle when he exercised. There was a tingling sensation across her entire body.

"Feels so good..." she murmured quietly.

Anon's glove extended two fingers, and then slowly dragged them along either side of her opening. She let out a strained breath and arched her back slightly. Her fur down there was getting damp now, a sign of just how wet she was. Buizel laid her head back on the pillows and sighed, her eyes drifting closed. She was in bliss, and they hadn't even gotten to the best part yet.

"You're amazing..." she whispered.

"And you're awfully cute."

Her eyes shot open and she audibly gasped. Did he just...? A healthy red blush crept onto her cheeks. Anon just said I was cute. He thinks I'm cute!! She brought her paws up to hide the goofy smile that was starting to appear on her muzzle.

Anon's glove teasingly traced the crease of her inner thigh and trailed down below to her tail, where he spent a moment rubbing and lightly groping her rump. Buizel giggled softly and lifted her hind legs up a bit to give him better access. None of the girls she'd ever been with had been interested in her ass before, but Anon seemed to like her behind in more ways than one.

"Bwark!" she yipped in surprise as Anon pressed against her tailhole with a single finger. He circled around the rim a couple of times, and then pushed the digit inside. She tensed up for a moment, then melted into the pillows once again with an "Ahh..."

Buizel was a fan of anal play, though that was a secret she didn't share with very many others. Anon had sort of stumbled upon it, but that was okay because he knew how to make her feel good down there. Abra's glove device had a function where the outer lining could secrete a small amount of potent lubrication; not enough to get all drippy and slimy but enough to make butt stuff pleasurable.

"Ohhh..." she murred softly as he pressed his finger in and out of her back entrance a few times. It felt nice to have something back there every now and again, and she found that Anon's hand was usually a nice fit. It was a good way to make her horny and keep her horny. Playing with her tailhole was never enough to make her actually climax, but she still really enjoyed it. That is, unless Anon used one of his dildos on her tailhole. She shivered just thinking about the anal orgasms she'd had with those things; something she had never thought possible before.

"Aah... Oh gosh, Anon...!" she panted as he started sliding more of his fingers into her ass. She was leaking again, getting her fur even more damp. Anon had very slowly but surely brought her arousal levels up, and she was getting to the point where she would absolutely need those fingers to go somewhere else. For now, though, Anon continued to play with her ass and she trembled and squirmed in pleasure.

"You're a kinky little otter..." Anon said.

Buizel blushed and said, "N-no I'm not." She was smiling as she said it, though. "Just because I like stuff in my butt... I'm not an anal slut like Sandslash is."

Anon laughed. "Nobody is as much of an anal slut as Sandslash."

"N-Ahh... N-no kidding..."

The glove started to slide in and out of her a little faster, making her moan softly. She had her hind legs spread as far apart as she could, offering every inch of herself to this magical floating glove.

"Aahh..." she panted, "O-okay, Anon. I need you to move on, okay. I...can't wait anymore."

"Move on? To what?" Anon asked, feigning ignorance.

Buizel whined. "Anon, pleeeeease! I neeeeed it! I last longer than two seconds now, c'mon!"

Anon stuck his fingers up her tailhole and held them there for a moment, lightly pressing against sensitive spots. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."

"Rrrrr..." Buizel growled impatiently, "Anon, touch my pussy!!"

"Oh! Well, why didn't you just ask?"

She gasped as Anon pulled out of her rear end. A few seconds passed, with Buizel guessing that Anon was activating the glove's quick-cleaning function. Then, nothing happened. "Anon? Anon, I-"

A second later, her whole body exploded with overwhelming sensations as Anon inserted all four of the glove's fingers inside of her aching pussy. She cried out quite loudly. She felt as if a mini-orgasm had rippled through her just from that alone.

Anon didn't give her much more time before he started to fuck her with his fingers. She cried out again, gripping the bedsheets tightly in her forepaws as that wonderful feeling that she had been so hungry for was finally given to her.

"Oh!! Bwark, bwark!!" she yelled.

"You are so adorable when you're getting your pussy fucked."

"Oh my god, Anon...!"

Powerful, dizzying waves of pleasure radiated through her entire being. Every plunge of those fingers into her wet, inviting depths was like an explosion of indescribable sensations between her hind legs.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she started to pant. Her whole coat of fur started to get drenched in sweat. Her chest heaved with every heavy breath she took, and her mind started to turn to static.

"Ah! Aah! Aah...!"

"Does that feel good?" Anon asked her.

"Anon...!!"

Her hind legs started to twitch as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Anon's glove wasn't even fucking her very fast, though his 'thrusts' were hard and consistent. Abra had designed that glove well. It could reach deep inside.

If this were the old days, she would have came by this point. Now, though, she had trained her body to last a bit more than an embarrassing amount of time, despite the deliciously amazing fucking her pussy was getting. Amazing that gloved robotic fingers could feel so good.

A few blissful minutes went by. Anon spent most of it focusing on exploring the depths of her pussy, but he occasionally took a break to play with her ass for a few seconds or rub her body. In the case of the latter, he would smear her own juices onto her fur. She found this to be incredibly hot, which was only helped by the more potent scent of her own arousal.

She was getting closer to her climax. She was entering the phase where she started to look cute while she was being fucked, which was always embarrassing to her but she didn't really care anymore. She knew that she had this 'adorable' closed-eyed open-mouthed slightly-strained look on her face, accompanied by a deep rosy blush. She knew her paws were resting 'cutely' on top of the messy fur on her chest. She knew she was letting out cute little noises as she was fucked.

She also knew that this felt amazing.

"Bwaaahhh..." she moaned as Anon gave her a couple more thrusts into her tailhole, just to give her that extra little kick. A moment later, he went back to her pussy and started to drive nearly his whole fist in deep and hard. "Aaahnnnn....!" she moaned, "I'm...I'm c-close, Anon...!"

"That's good to hear..." Anon replied in a quiet voice, "Any special requests, or just keep d-"

"Just keep doing what you're doing!" she replied somewhat loudly. He complied and fucked her pussy with his glove a few more times. After a moment of silence, she decided to use the last ounces of focus and lucidity she had to ask Anon a question. "Um..." she spoke up, her voice a little strained because of the thrusting she was still receiving, "Are you close too?"

Another question she had never thought to ask.

"Hm?" Anon spoke.

"Well...I mean, y'know... You are...um...y'know...pleasuring yourself while you do this...right?" Buizel asked in a meek voice.

"Ah, you see right through me..." Anon said with a chuckle, "Well, yes I am pleasuring myself."

Buizel blushed hotly at the thought.

"But I'm a guy, Buizel. I can't cum three times in a row like you girls can, heh heh... I usually save my climax for the end of the five-peg puzzle, y'know so as not to play favourites."

"...Oh." Buizel nodded a few times. That did make sense after all. She occasionally forgot that she wasn't the only one engaged in these sorts of activities with Anon. To put it lightly, he was one of the luckiest bastards in the world considering the amount of horny Pokémon he got to play with. She eventually shrugged, though. He was still masturbating during this, which meant he was enjoying it. That brought a little smile to her face.

Anon must've heard the disappointment in her voice. "Did you want me to cum for you?" he asked, "Was that something you were looking forward to, perhaps?"

"Yes," Buizel replied without thinking, and then blushed heavily and quickly backpedaled. "Er, well, I mean...No. I mean, yes. Y'know, sorta..."

"Well, I have to admit..." Anon then said, "It is often difficult to last until the five-peg puzzle whenever you're in one of the middle slots."

"Wh-Ah...! R-really?" she asked. She was still panting heavily, as Anon's fingers hadn't once stopped.

"You are _incredibly_sexy, Buizel," he said, "You've got that perfect balance of charm and naughtiness, and...Well, this might be a bit objectifying, but I'm a sucker for fur like yours."

"Oh...Ohh my gosh, Anon..." Buizel murmured as she felt a shiver run up her spine.

Anon pulled the glove's fingers out until only two tips remained inside of her, and he held it there. Buizel whined softly because he stopped, but didn't protest. The glove was dripping her juices all over the bed.

"If you really want it," Anon said in a slow, suave voice, "I can make an exception for you this time, Buizel."

Buizel's eyes went wide open. "Y-you mean it? You'd...f-for me...?"

"Will you allow me a minute to catch up?"

The grin that appeared on her face was brighter than the midday sun. "Yes! Yes, of course! Oh, Anon, I want you to cum! I've cum so many times for you, and I loved every single one, but I wanna have it the other way too. I wanna...I..." She blushed brightly and cooed softly. Anon was going to do this just for her? Did he really think she was that sexy? Or was it because she asked and he was such a good friend? Both options made her feel bubbly inside.

"Aah!!" Buizel barked in surprise, a hint of pleasure in her yelp, as Anon switched to her tailhole again. It only took a few thrusts of those fingers to get her moaning again, and she leaned back and lifted her hind legs to give him access. This was what he usually did to try and prolong the time before her climax, since it felt really good but she never came from it. She was a bit surprised, though, when Anon really started to go to town on her ass. He was fingering her really fast and quite firmly as well, exploring deep inside of her backside. Buizel smiled and moaned, loving the feel of his fingers down there.

Then, she forced herself to be quiet. She could hear something else. It took her a moment to realize that it was the sound of moaning. Someone else moaning. She gasped as she realized that it was Anon's voice! He sounded like he felt the way she was feeling.

Anon was masturbating more fastidiously. He was bringing himself towards his climax, just like he'd said he would. Excitement coursed through her and her loins tingled as she thought about the fact that he was masturbating to her and her naked body. He was probably masturbating to the sight of her taking the glove up her ass.

She felt so dirty.

Dirty and incredibly, unbelievably turned on.

He then suddenly pulled out of her ass, waited a second, and then jammed_himself back into her pussy. "Aah! Anon!!" she exclaimed. The rollercoaster ride had resumed, and she held on for dear life. He was practically pile-driving that glove into her soaking wet depths now, making a very lewd wet sound and rocking the bed with every thrust. He had kicked it into overdrive, which was something he _never used to do because of her quick trigger.

"Fuck!!" Buizel exclaimed, "Anon, oh my god!! Aah!! I'm...I'm gonna...!"

Try as she might, she simply couldn't hold on any longer. Buizel threw her head back and let out a wild, animalistic cry as she climaxed. A huge splash of her juices landed on Anon's glove and the bed sheets below, accompanied by a mind-warping wave of dizzying pleasure. If felt like her whole body, head to tail, had just orgasmed all at once!

"Bwaaark!!" she exclaimed as her pussy squirted a few more times. She continued to ride out the intense waves that her climax had given her. That was one of the best orgasms she'd had in months!

And it wasn't even over yet. Anon almost never left her without at least two orgasms, usually three. He had slowed down with his glove while her climax had hit her, but now it had started back up again. In and out the glove pistoned, thrusting deep into her sensitive pussy. The intense finger-fucking only intensified the incredible afterglow of her first orgasm, and she could already feel her second one approaching.

"Ahhnn...!"

Buizel perked up as she heard Anon's ecstasy-laden voice. She already knew what that signified, even though she'd never heard it before. It was happening.

"Ahh, fuck! Ahhh, Buizel..."

Buizel's heart leapt right into her throat. Even though she couldn't see it, she knew. Anon had just climaxed. She had just made Anon cum. Her eyes went wide.

"Bwark!! Ahhhh, bwaaaaaark!!" she exclaimed as her second orgasm hit her like a truck, coming _way_sooner than she had been expecting it. This climax shook her to her core, making her shiver as her pussy twitched and clenched down on Anon's fingers. She was quickly reduced to a panting mess.

Anon pressed the glove inside of her as deep as it would go and held it there, and Buizel cried out as a third orgasm hit from that alone. She squirted a few more droplets of her cum onto the glove's fabric as yet another wave of dizzying pleasure swept through her. Her eyes were starting to get unfocused, her vision blurred. Her head fell back onto the pillows and Buizel started panting like she'd just run a double-marathon.

"Hah..." she heard Anon pant, "Wow...!"

Her mind was a bit of a scrambled mess, but she knew one thing for sure. She and Anon had just climaxed together. At the same time. Anon came right alongside her.

"Anon...!" she murmured tiredly.

"...Yeah?" he replied, sounding just as exhausted.

"One...One more..."

"Really? You serious?"

"Please...!"

Buizel didn't have the energy to get up, or even lift her head, so she didn't know what Anon was doing. To her relief, she felt those fingers slide into her pussy once more which elicited a loud moan from her. Anon finger fucked her hard one more time, even though she was worn out and exhausted. She grit her teeth and moaned in ecstasy.

"Bwark!! Ahhh...!" she moaned as her pussy clamped down on his fingers for one last orgasm. It was the weakest of the four, but it was no less mind-blowing. She felt her whole breath leave her body, and her moans slowly died down to a quiet whisper. She felt legitimately dizzy and her head felt like a lead weight that was impossible to lift up. In all her life, Buizel could not remember ever feeling this satisfied after sex.

"Wow...!" she heard Anon's voice saying, "Four, huh Buizel? That's a new record, right?"

"Anon...A-Anon..." she panted, unable to form coherent sentences.

"I've never seen four in a row before...That was pretty spectacular."

Buizel wanted to stay there and bask in the afterglow some more, but she knew that Anon would have to leave soon. Abra didn't like it if he stuck around for too long after the sex, and someone was still waiting for him in the five-peg room. With a very strained grunting sound, she forced herself to sit up. "Holy Arceus...!"

"Didja like that, Buizel?"

"Ah...!" Buizel wearily glanced up at the camera and smiled. "That was...Hah... Oh, Anon, that was...the best...the best ev...ever...!" It was an absolute struggle to form words, but Buizel pushed on. "I...think you totally emptied me. I've got no cum left! Haha..." She held a paw to her head and rested for a couple seconds before glancing up again and asking in a meek voice, "Did you...um...feel good?"

"The best," Anon said, "I made a big mess."

Buizel blushed furiously as she imagined that. "Oh gosh..."

"I should go now," Anon continued, "but this was really great. I always look forward to seeing you, Buizel, and I wish we could talk more."

"Y-yeah! Me too, Anon! I wish we could do this whole thing every day! I wish we could do it twice a day, or three times a day! I have...so much fun with you, Anon, and..." She blushed again. "And you make me feel so gooood..."

She heard Anon sigh. "If only circumstances were different, hm?"

"...Yeah..."

A brief moment of silence passed before Anon spoke up again. "I'll see you soon, right Buizel?"

Buizel slumped a little, but smiled up at the camera nonetheless. "Yeah, Anon. I hope I get a new assignment super soon. It was great to see you again, I had a lot of fun...Y-you really, y'know, brightened my day today."

"Aw, you flatter me."

"Heh..." Buizel then turned and watched as the glove device floated towards the back of the room, heading for the passageway it had entered from. She watched the door open so that the glove could go through, and then looked up at the camera. She gave it a sad smile and a wave. "Goodbye, Anon!"

"Bye, Buizel!"

The glove then disappeared through the passageway, the door closed behind it, and the light on the main camera turned off. The other cameras all hovered back over to their resting place on the table and turned off as well. The room fell completely silent. The only thing left in the room still functioning and moving was a very tired, very worn, but very satisfied Buizel.

"'Till next time..." she whispered as she practically collapsed like a rag doll. She was not going to be moving for quite a while...

...

Later that night, Buizel was back in her room. She was lying beneath the covers, head resting on the pillow, and enjoying the near-complete silence of her room. It was the perfect conditions for getting to sleep, but Buizel hadn't yet managed to fall asleep yet.

This was a major problem, however. The reason being that it was currently 3:45am.

Buizel had been tossing and turning restlessly for hours and hours. She had gone to bed at 9pm, her usual bedtime, but hadn't gotten a single wink of sleep yet. She was supposed to go to work at her 'regular' job tomorrow, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen because she just couldn't get to sleep.

It wasn't that she was uncomfortable, nor was it that the room was too hot or cold. Buizel couldn't get to sleep because her mind was buzzing like a Beedrill. A thousand thoughts ran through her head every minute, and she couldn't relax her brain enough to fall asleep.

She couldn't stop thinking about Anon.

Anon was everywhere in her thoughts. Every facet of him. She kept thinking about all the wonderful conversations and interactions they'd had, and she kept thinking about the incredible sex she'd had with him too. Both aspects of their relationship were equally as powerful in their presence in her head, and they just wouldn't go away.

Buizel groaned in frustration. She would honestly prefer one of those irritating wet dreams to this nonsense. She rolled over to her other side yet again, but it still didn't help. She felt just as awake as before. She had tried masturbating to see if it would help her sleep, or to see if it would clear out those 'sexy' Anon thoughts. Neither desire had come to fruition.

It shouldn't have been a surprise that Anon was on her mind. He was a big part of her life now. She could count on a single paw the number of friends she had made that were as awesome as Anon was. She loved their conversations so much, and she wished that she could keep talking to Anon afterwards on the phone or via instant messaging or something. She just wanted to keep talking to him, and it was keeping her awake thinking of all the things she wanted to talk to him about.

Not to mention, today's sex session had stirred up some notions she hadn't considered before. Hearing Anon masturbate and orgasm like that, with his voice right in her ear the whole time, reminded her that Anon was more than a glove that provided orgasms. He was a living being just like she was. He had certain 'parts' that made her shiver just trying to imagine them.

It might have been a mistake to have Anon cum for her, because now she wanted more. She wanted to see him, even if it was just a single picture. She wanted to examine every inch of his no-doubt sexy body. She wanted to feel the real him, not just a glove-machine that was copying his movements. She wanted to feel his real hands rubbing her fur. She wanted to feel him inside of her.

For more reasons than one, Buizel now knew that she wanted to see the real Anon. She wanted to talk with him face-to-face, and feel him the way nature intended. These were the thoughts that now occupied her head, and did not help her at all when it came to trying to get to sleep. Buizel simply whined and buried her face in her pillow.

Why did Anon have to be so amazing? He had ingrained himself so deeply into her life, and he wasn't even there in the same _dimension_as she was. Buizel had repeatedly asked Abra if she could work for her full time and quit her other job, only to be met with a disappointing 'no'.

She was very thankful for the time with Anon that this job had provided her, but sometimes it wasn't enough. She would daydream about Anon while at her other job. She got frustrated on days when she wasn't assigned. Any days off that she received, she attempted to request that Abra assign her anyways. In the months that she'd been here, she had even stopped looking for a girlfriend. Anon's presence in her life was just too great for her to...

Buizel's head shot up like a bullet, her eyes wide open even in the darkness of her room. "Oh my god..." she muttered as things finally became clear to her, "I love him." She pushed herself up into a sitting position on top of her bed and just stared off at nothing for a while. "I fell in love with Anon..."

Buizel then buried her face in her paws and shook her head.

"I've fallen in love with a glove..."