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A terse silence stretched out between Keith and Kalisha as they sat in the speedboat, waiting for the yacht's pumps to finish filling the room with water so that the ship could exit.

It was nearly midday, and Keith was happy to be returning to the mainland. The yacht had been fine, but he desperately needed an actual rest. Zahara had kept him far too late, and he had had only a few hours sleep. His clothes were crumpled and stale, and his hair felt odd from the sea spray.

There was a thud, and Keith, Kalisha, and the driver all looked up at the front window of the speedboat where Zahara had landed. She peered through the window at Keith, and then smirked and dragged a crackly lick across the front of the windscreen, leaving a streak on it, before leaping off the boat and back onto the mini-dock in the internal 'speedboat' room in the yacht. The weight of her absence made the boat rock and sway.

Kalisha looked from Zahara, to Keith, and then pointedly looked away, frowning and trying to turn her phone on again. She sighed, and shook it, and then tried the power button again, but it was thoroughly fried. She removed the battery and replaced it several times, but the fried phone stubbornly refused to turn back on.

Keith considered telling her that it had been damaged 'by accident', but Kalisha had been incredibly cold towards him since she and Jahi had walked in on Keith and Zahara that morning.

It was somehow amusing to him that a prostitute looked down on him for sleeping with pokemon.

Keith turned away, and decided to let her figure it out on her own. He waved goodbye to Zahara, who was sitting on the little mini 'dock' inside the yacht. Zahara smirked at him and blew him a 'kiss' complete with a little electric shockwave.

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Keith meandered through the market stalls outside the content hall, looking at the various bits of merchandise and taking his time about it. It was a very odd feeling; not having any pokemon following him. No Tammy inspecting everything, no Aleda silently judging everything, no Fayah stomping along behind him. No Alice, Lucia, or Atlas.

It felt strange, and a tiny bit lonely, and almost liberating. It was rather a pointed realisation to him in that moment how much a part of his life Aleda and Tammy had become. Already, he couldn't imagine not having them around.

But…

Keith had a rare opportunity to spend some time alone, and he was going to enjoy it a little longer.

It was still mid-morning, and the stalls were a site of lazy shopping from contestants getting ready for the night's activities. The big double-doors to the contest hall were open, but barely anyone was moving in and out. There were no active contests happening at that moment, and the only real activities happening within were the open auditions and rehearsals.

After getting distracted by a stall that was selling energy drinks and various other beverages, Keith headed towards the contest hall clutching a bottle of moomoo milk. He uncapped it and took a sip, finding it's strangely thick. It was like drinking a half-melted milkshake, and the cream, though tasty, was cloying and almost oily in its consistency. It coated his tongue and throat in a powerful flavour that refused to budge, and it took several swallows before he felt it all go down. If it had any effect on his stamina at all, he wasn't entirely sure. It definitely didn't taste bad, but the texture left much to be desired.

Keith could hear rhythmic, pounding music from ahead, and made his way uncertainly towards one of the doorways through to an exhibition room. He recognized the music, and was pleased to find it was exactly what he had hoped it was.

Lily was up on stage, 'dancing' to the beat of the music. There was a powerful strobe light above her, pulsing flashes of light as she danced, and making it look like the vaporeon was frozen in motion, with droplets of water spinning and glistening from her curves. There was a remarkable amount of timing that had to go in to each 'beat' of the strobe light, so that it caught the droplets after they left her form in a graceful arc, but not before they had flown too far.

Tara was standing to the side of the stage, watching her vaporeon's performance intently, occasionally shouting encouragement and helpful criticisms to make her performance more enthralling.

The audience seating was almost empty, except for a few trainers and their pokemon, and someone that looked like a reporter, writing down notes on a notepad.

Keith settled himself inconspicuously along one wall, close enough that he had a good view of Lily. It only took her a few more of her dance moves to notice him; her eyes locked on his for an instant, and her expression changed from studious concentration to slight surprise. She fumbled her next dance 'step', but recovered with a huff, curling her tail and flicking a trail of water droplets out over the crowd that seemed to hang frozen in the air with repeated strobe effects from the powerful lights.

Maybe the moomoo milk was working, because looking at Lily's sleek curves up there on the stage, covered in that slippery, shiny oil, Keith couldn't help but fantasize about getting her alone her in one of those preparation rooms again. If the opportunity presented itself, he absolutely would take it with both hands.

A flurry of motions in his peripheral vision caught Keith's attention, and he turned to look down the row of seats. Two rows forwards, a braixen was bouncing excitedly in place, tugging at her trainer's arm and pointing quite determinedly at Keith. The braixen had a purple '7th place' ribbon wrapped around her arm, and Keith felt a jolt in his stomach as their eyes locked.

There were so many braixens in the contest halls, as they seemed to be a very popular contest pokemon, so there was no way to be absolutely certain, but Keith was somehow quite sure that the braixen was the same one who had walked in on he and Lily during their 'session'.

The braixen's trainer looked up from her phone with the insistent tugging at her arm, and followed her gaze to Keith.

Keith looked away quickly, pretending to stare at Lily on stage, his heart pounding in his ears. He didn't dare take his eyes off the stage, even though his neck was straining with the effort not to look. He decided to just play it cool and see where things went.

There was a flurry of movement in front of him, and Keith became aware of the braixen, very close now. She was in the row in front of him, kneeling on the chairs, and craning her head over them to stare at him, her ears perked forward intently and her tail flicking eagerly back and forth.

“Braixen!" she declared, pointing a paw at him, quivering slightly in place.

Keith was forced to turn his attention to her, and he swallowed heavily to try and make sure his voice his waver. “Yes?"

“Brai! Xen!" she added enthusiastically, turning back to face her trainer. When her trainer didn't look up from her phone, the braixen threw her stick at her.

Finally, the trainer looked up, frowning and then picking up the stick. She reluctantly stuffed her phone in her pocket, and then, with a very put-upon air, came circling around the seats to where her braixen was watching Keith like a pidgeot watched a weedle.

“Is something wrong?" Keith asked as calmly and as pleasantly as he could while being stared at like that.

The trained handed the stick back to her pokemon, and then sat down heavily in the row ahead of Keith, turning to look at him over the back of the seat. “Kindle wants you for something."

“Oh, 'Kindle'," Keith said, working the name over in his mouth for a moment.

Kindle stared at him intently.

“What's wrong?" Keith asked, giving the tiniest of nervous chuckles.

“Brai!" Kindle said, bouncing in her seat. She tapped her stick against the back of the seat firmly. “Braixen!"

“You were groomed this morning," the trained said, exasperated.

Keith looked back and forth between them, confused.

“Kindle says she wants you to groom her, or something," the trainer said, peering at her pokemon intently. “That is what you're saying, yes?"

Kindle nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah, she says she wants you to groom her," she reiterated, turning back towards Keith. “Are you like, some kind of professional pokemon groomer?"

Keith opened his mouth to respond the negative, but then smoothly changed his mind. “Yes, actually. My name's Greg. I run a holistic grooming service for pokemon."

“Oh that's hot," the trainer said, reaching back over the seat to offer her his hand. “My name is Jasmine, like the spice.

“It's nice to meet you, Jasmine," Keith said as pleasantly as he could, reaching out to shake her hand.

“So you got a business card, Greg?" Jasmine asked, already digging out her phone to flick through an app.

Keith shook his head. “Not on me, no, I'm afraid."

“Oh that's a shame. What are your rates?"

“Oh I uh… it depends on the pokemon and their particular problems and—"

“—Any relation to the holistic pokemon groomers in Sootopolis?" Jasmine asked, looking up from her phone, obviously trying to look up information on his fake business.

“Oh, I have a very exclusive clientele and am mostly through word of mouth, don't wanna get booked too tight, you know?" Keith offered, keeping his tone as even as he could manage.

“I get it," Jasmine said smartly, staring at him with knowing eyes.

Keith felt his heart skip a beat.

“You're avoiding taxes," Jasmine said confidently, smirking.

“Oh, I uh…" Keith managed, mind racing as he tried to come up with some beleivable lie to cover.

Jasmine shrugged. “It's fine. I can pay in cash."

“You don't even know my prices," Keith pointed out quietly.

“I'll pay it double," Jasmine stated, turning back to her phone, and then looking up at him sharply. “Are you free now?"

“I was kinda watching the show," Keith said with a heavy sigh.

“It's a rehearsal," Jasmine said dismissively. “You're gonna take watching a rehearsal over double your hourly rate?"

“No, no I guess I won't," Keith said with a certain amount of defeat in his tone.

Kindle was still watching him, her tail twitching urgently back and forth. Keith wasn't entirely certain what her deal was. He was certain she had been the braixen who had walked in Lily and he, but her behavior was bizarre. Keith decided he just had to play along with it until there was an opportunity to escape.

“So what makes you so special, huh?" Jasmine asked, looking up from her phone again. “The entries in here say that holistic grooming doesn't have any higher success rate than normal grooming."

“Oh, you know, those studies are biased. Cart before the horse. Methodology is all whack. And like, what metric do they even use to say that something is a 'success'? If the pokemon is happy isn't that the entire point?" Keith bulshitted as smoothly as he could.

“I guess," Jasmine said doubtfully. She turned to look at her braixen, and then sighed and shrugged. “Yeah, cool. We'll try this 'holistic grooming'."

“Very well," Keith said, bowing his head respectfully, but then made absolutely no attempt to stand. Kindle's tail was twitching with such excitement that it audibly thudded against the seats.

“So, we gonna go then?" Jasmine asked, clicking her phone off and sliding it into her pocket, rising to her feet.

“I… guess?" Keith said, feeling his anxiousness rising as he got to his feet.

Kindle crawled over the seats, and quickly grasped his wrist, almost tugging him towards the exit in her eagerness, and Jasmine giggled. “I wish she was this eager with all her other groomers."

“I guess she… thought I did good job on my last job?" Keith offered hopefully.

Jasmine frowned, and then gave an 'ah-hah!', her face lighting up. “I knew I recognized you! You were in the room with that… primarina?"

“Vaporeon," Keith corrected.

“Same difference," Jasmine said, striding along behind Keith and Kindle.

Kindle's tail constantly batted at Keith's knees as they walked, and he thought it must have looked strange to anyone who saw them march by, with the braixen tugging him along behind her like someone tugging an unwilling machoke on a leash.

Kindle found the first open room, and then pushed Keith inside, quickly climbing inside herself, and then pulling herself up onto the table in the centre of the room, watching him with narrowed, intent, eyes, her tail flicking eagerly back and forth. “Brai!"

“Geeze, calm down," Jasmine chided, pulling the door closed behind them and then stepping to the side, leaning against the wall and immediately pulling out her phone again.

An excited shiver passed down Kindle's form, and then immediately rolled onto her belly, stretching out on the table in her entirety, holding her stick in her paws by her mouth.

Keith took a deep breath, realising that he was somewhat trapped now, and would have to do something to keep up the ruse that he was a pokemon masseur and not just a pokemon porn actor.

“Paws at your sides," Keith said as commandingly as he could muster, reaching over to pluck the stick from Kindle's grasp, setting it aside for the moment. Kindle frowned, but did as ordered, slipping her paws to her sides, staring at him with one large ear perked.

Keith heaved himself up onto the table, straddling the prone form of the braixen, his knees on either side of her hips, so he could press the full weight of his palms down against her back in a slow, smooth massaging motion.

Kindle stared up at him uncertainly, one red eyes giving a slow, unimpressed blink.

Changing tacts, Keith reached up to grasp around the base of one of her ears, giving a slow stroke out towards the tip with gentle pressure. Immediately, Kindle gave a happy little sigh and the eye he could see closed, her tail giving an excited wiggle.

“What are you doing?" Jasmine asked blankly.

“Holistic grooming!" Keith said confidently. “I need to get your pokemon relaxed. Most groomers only focus on the outward appearance of a pokemon and ignore the fine emotional state and the effect that can have on a performance. That's why most groomers aren't fit for contest settings, because it's about the entire performance and not just the outward physical traits of the pokemon!"

“Hey, that makes a lot of sense," Jasmine nodded. “I never really thought of it that way before."

“Just every pokemon is different! So I gotta find all of her chakras and pressure points," Keith added, turning his attention back to Kindle, slipping both hands down the side of her neck. His thumbs pressed in against her spine, following the line of it, lightly massaging against the muscles through the fur.

Kindle just laid there and took the massage for the most part, occasionally opening an eye to stare at him, and giving a happy little purr in the back of her throat when he found a sensitive spot. In short order, Keith had memorized a small list of her pressure points: The base of her comically large ears, the tips of her ears, the point where her shoulders met her neck, and then two points on either side of her spine where the bottom of her 'shoulder blades' would be if he could make out those kind of details through her fur.

As he worked, he shuffled down the braixen's body, using a little more pressure around her lower back, just making things up as he went along and praying that Kindle wouldn't give away the facade. Her tail started to flick more and more intently as he got lower, and she actually let out a tiny moan when his palms wrapped around her hips.

Keith immediately snatched his palms back at that, feeling his heart pounding in his ears again. He was turning her on, which, under normal circumstances, would be something he would very much want to do, but with her trainer in the room…

Kindle almost growled her annoyance as Keith slid his palms back up her form towards her spine. Her little paws bunched up angrily, and she huffed, before squirming to get out from under him. Keith drew back, not quite certain what was wrong with her, and just kneeled there awkwardly on the table as Kindle slithered off it, grabbed her stick, and then marched over to her trainer.

Jasmine looked up from her phone for a moment, staring down at Kindle. “What?"

Kindle snorted, and then grasped Jasmine's wrist, marching with her over to the door. Kindle opened the door, and then placed her stick lengthways on her trainer's lower back, pushing her out into the hallway.

“What is your problem?" Jasmine asked, laughing.

“Brai!" Kindle said, slamming the door in her face and locking it.

Keith had transitioned to sitting at the edge of the table in preparation to get down off it, his legs dangling off, when Kindle rounded on him.

The braixen's eyes glowed a fiery, eager red, and she paused to stare at him, seeming to strike a pose. She lifted her stick to her mouth in a flourish, and then kissed the forked end, 'blowing' the kiss to him afterwards.

Keith felt a wave of energy pass over him, and his skin prickled slightly with the intensity. It was a familiar sensation, but it took him a few moments to place it, during which Kindle stared at him, intent and expectant.

“Did you… did you just try to use attract on me?" Keith spluttered.

Kindle blinked once, her head tilting at him in confusion, her tail giving an anxious little flick.

“That doesn't work on humans," Keith pointed out with a chuckle. “At least, not the way you think."

“Brai!" Kindle said, huffing, her cheeks growing visibly pink as she lifted her stick in that flourish again, kissing at the end of it and then moving to blow it towards him. But Keith had already leapt from the table and crossed the distance, catching her stick before she could finish the move.

“Hey!" Keith warned, booping her nose with her own stick. “Please don't do that."

Keith vividly remembered what happened when Spring had used 'attract' on him like that and he had no real desire to repeat that particular experience, not when he was already halfway worn out from a full night of fucking a luxray.

Kindle stared up at him angrily, and tugged her stick lightly, not using anywhere near her full strength. Keith knew from experience that if a pokemon wanted to take something away from a human, there was very little that would stop them.

“You saw me with Lily, didn't you?" Keith asked bluntly.

Kindle nodded slowly.

“And you… think that a massage therapy with me involves… that?" Keith pressed further.

Kindle nodded, more eagerly this time.

Keith gave a slightly nervous chuckle at that, but dropped down to one knee, so he was more on Kindle's leave. He leaned forward slightly, so he could whisper into one of her large ears. “So… you want me to fuck you?"

Kindle gave an excited quiver at his words, and then spun her stick, placing it lengthwise over Keith's chest and then pushing him firmly to the floor. Keith tried to grasp against something to stop his fall, but before he knew it, Kindle was on top of him, straddling his middle, staring down at him hungrily. Her stick was lifted to rest above his head, with her holding both ends in her paws, those large ears perking up intently at him as she loomed over him. And then she leaned down, giving him an eager, rather sloppy 'kiss'.

Kindle's pointed muzzle pushed against his lips, and she parted her own lips to let her powerful tongue swirl out and press past his lips and into his mouth, forcing his jaws open with the sinuous power of that surprisingly strong muscle.

There were little Keith could do to complain or stop her, and was forced to endure the sloppy, inexpert 'kiss'. Her saliva was spicy, and her exhalations against his cheek were surprisingly hot, her tail eagerly thudding against his legs as she kissed him heatedly.

After several long moments, Kindle drew back, staring down at him in triumph. “Brai!" she declared, licking her lips. She lifted her hips up, sliding down his form until her head was level with his belly, and then started tugging firmly at the front of his pants, threatening to tear the button or ruin the zipper with her exuberance.

“No, stop!" Keith hissed, lifting himself up on his elbows.

Kindle paused, her nimble paws on the front of his pants, her large ears tilting to the side uncomprehendingly.

“You're gonna break it!" Keith protested, reaching down to grasp her paws to stop her from any further attempt to undress him.

Kindle stared up at him mutinously, her tail giving predatory flicks back and forth in the air behind her.

Giving a slightly nervous laugh, Keith turned his fingers inwards, carefully undoing the button at the front of his pants and then sliding the zipper down. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, since Zahara had thoroughly ruined his boxers while being 'playful', and so his half-hard cock just flopped heavily down against his own belly as it was freed.

Kindle's eyes widened, and she stared from his cock, to his face, and then back again, her tail slowly until it flattened out lifelessly against his leg, the very tip of it slowly curling.

“Braiiii…" Kindle breathed, before diving in and dragging a hot lick right against the underside of his cock!

Keith squirmed in surprise and almost yelped at the surprising heat of her tongue, legs kicking to draw himself away from her on reflex. Kindle's paws automatically found his hips, and she held onto them with a grumble, huffing up at him.

“Hot!" Keith protested, reaching a palm down to press against her muzzle, trying to stymie any attempt she'd make to lick him further. “Way, way too hot!"

Kindle stared up at him blankly, clearly not understanding.

“Your mouth, it's too hot," Keith complained, sitting up more properly. He managed to get his legs under him without further protest from the braixen, who was just staring at him. “You can't just… you'll hurt me with that amount of heat."

Kindle tilted her head to the left, her ears perking up and then flattening, before she huffed. She stared down at her paws for a moment, seeming to take several deep breaths in and out, before opening her mouth up for his viewing pleasure, pink tongue laid out invitingly.

Cautiously, Keith leaned forwards to place two fingers against her tongue, finding that it had cooled somewhat and was now just 'hot' instead of 'scalding', but the moment his fingers touched her tongue, her paws grasped around his wrist, lightning-fast. Kindle held his wrist firmly, and then leaned forwards, sinking her muzzle down over his fingers. She stared up at him, holding his gaze, her cheeks warming with blush as she started to suckle eagerly and bob her head on his two fingers.

Keith stared down at her, watching with wide eyes as she started to suckle on his fingers. Kindle's gaze held his own for a few long seconds, before flicking downwards, to his pants. Her exuberance was having a clear effect on him, his cock starting to slowly thicken and stiffen, and the sight of it made her tail beat back and forth almost urgently.

Kindle pulled back off of his fingers, panting heatedly, her breath visibly growing hotter, the air in front of her muzzle shimmering with heat. She knelt down in front of him, eyes glued to his crotch, before flicking her glance up to his face as though seeking approval.

“Fuuuck…" Keith groaned uncertainly. On one hand, an eager, inexperienced braixen was eyeing his cock. On the other hand, an eager, inexperienced braixen was eyeing his cock. The threat of second degree burns to his most sensitive flesh was very present in his mind, and it was fighting a very turbulent battle in his mind with his lust.

“...Fuck, okay," Keith hissed, rising to his feet and then pushing his pants down, letting them pool around his ankles. “But you better not bu-"

Kindle was on him before he could finish his sentence, lunging up and wrapping her arms around his hips, nuzzling eagerly into the side of his cock, pushing her nose into the crevice along its base. She breathed a hot exhalation against him, and he flinched, but she quickly soothed it with a long swirl of her incredibly soft tongue against the side of his cock, before drawing her lick carefully out towards the tip.

Keith's hips stirred of their own account, grinding towards the soft touch of Kindle's tongue, making the braixen draw back with slight concern. She was so much smaller than him. Standing in front of him, she barely even had to stoop to get his cock in her mouth, but the size difference between them meant that his cock was comparatively huge to her little mouth.

Kindle pushed her muzzle against him, groaning eagerly, her teeth lightly grazing his flesh. Keith flinched, and Kindle flinched in response, head darting backwards.

“Teeth!" Keith hissed, resisting the urge to grab her ears.

Nodding in understanding, Kindle eagerly turned her attention back to his cock, coming nose-to-tip with it, staring at it, transfixed. She licked her lips, her little paws coming forwards to grasp around the base of it, holding it steady to stop it from bobbing about as she dragged an earnest, eager lick right against his tip.

Keith felt the urge to rise on to his tiptoes as she licked him, that incredibly soft tongue swirling against his tip with the perfect amount of friction to make his cock throb and jerk, thankfully not so hot that it made him yelp any more. Kindle looked incredibly cute like that, holding his cock andlicking him like her favorite lollipop. She tilted her head to the left, and swirled her tongue slowly around the head of his cock, and then tilted to the other side to get more of him.

Keith's cock throbbed angrily under what felt like teasing. She was so soft and careful with her motions that it was sending him wild, especially when she started to feather his tip with careful caresses of her silken tongue, tracing the underside of his tip down an inch before returning with a flurry of eager licks right back to his tip. A powerful throb passed through his cock, and a single droplet of precum spilled from him, making Kindle pause and blink at the strange taste on her tongue. She seemed to freeze, and her tail gave an urgent flick, her ears perking forwards so intently that the tufts of her hair brushed against his shirt. She pressed in again, catching his tip in a heated kiss, suckling at him like she was trying to slurp a drink through a straw, her tongue grinding against his tip with urgent fervour.

“F-fuck!" Keith hissed, his hands automatically finding the back of her head, wrapping around her earbases, “Not so rough!"

Kindle stared up, locking eyes with him for a moment while she eagerly kissed the tip of his cock, before she huffed a hot exhale against his aching tip and then went back to feathering his tip with urgent flurries of licks.

Keith's hips rolled on instinct, and he almost thrust against her muzzle, his cock jerking with every teasing flick of her tongue against him. Kindle's licking was really taking a long time, and it was a heartstopping realisation for him that she probably didn't even know to go any further.

“Uh, Kindle?" Keith asked carefully.

Kindle paused, lightly kissing his tip, and then smiling up at him brightly, tail giving happy little flicks back and forth.

“Put… put it in your mouth," Keith suggested.

There was a pause at his request, and Kindle tilted her head to the side, staring at him, and then back to his cock, and then back up at him, perplexed. She opened her mouth, turning her head to one side, and then the other, as though trying to work out angles and sizes and not finding the correct solution to the complicated equation in front of her.

After several painfully long moments, Kindle decided she had the right solution, and rose upon her tiptoes, holding his cock tight in her paws and then leaned forwards, closing her muzzle over him.

Keith flinched as teeth grazed against him, and that little muzzle was stuffed to absolutely capacity as Kindle swallowed him, having to visibly stretch her jaws to get his cock past her lips and into her muzzle proper.

Kindle pressed herself down over him, taking almost half of his cock into her muzzle before suddenly drawing back and slipping off him, feathering his tip with her eager little licks again. She smiled up at him hungrily, and then slowly pressed back down his stiff cock, engulfing him in the wet warmth of her little muzzle. She held herself at the halfway point, and then pulled back again, panting and grinding her tongue against him.

Keith's hips stirred against Kindle slowly as she returned to licking him, and he panted softly, resisting the urge to just grab her muzzle and teach her how to work. “K-Kindle, you have to bob on it!" he managed to get out between sharp gasps as her tongue grazed around his tip. She frowned up at him, once more looking at his cock like a math problem, and then pressing her muzzle back over him, giving a slight bob of her head. It was better than she had been doing before, but there wasn't enough friction, and she still shied away from burying any further down over him, so it was fast becoming torturously teasing.

“You need to bob better or I'm going to just fuck your muzzle," Keith warned, staring down at her intently.

Kindle's ears flattened back at the threat, and her cheeks flushed deeply. She seemed to freeze with indecision, holding him with just his tip in her little muzzle, her tail quivering with urgent flicks back and forth.

“Fuck," Keith breathed, one of his hands shifting to between her ears, gently holding her steady. His other hand found one of her ears, and with the dual grip, he lightly pulled her towards him as he ground his hips forwards. Kindle's eyes widened with his motions, and her cheeks flushed violently, her tail audibly thwapping against the floor and her little paws coming up to grasp his hips. Keith edged further into her small muzzle, feeling her have to stretch her jaws to accommodate him, and then as he sank a full two-thirds of his achingly stiff cock into her little muzzle, he felt her tongue draw up against his tip in a reflexive spasm, threatening a gag.

Keith relaxed his tense grasp on Kindle's head and ears, and just stood there for a few moments, drawing back a half-inch until he felt her reflexive gags and grinds of tongue against him relax into her just holding him buried in that little muzzle.

“S-suck on it a little," Keith panted down at her.

Kindle stared up at him, her muzzle crammed with human cock, breathing hotly through her nose. Her large ears perked up at him, and then flattened down again as her eyes moved to stare at the base of his cock, and she carefully closed her muzzle down over him and gave a light little suckle, the middle of her tongue curling up and pressing against his tip as a result.

“Yesss, like that…" Keith hissed between clenched teeth, staring down at the braixen as she suckled on him. His hips gave a reflexive grind against her muzzle, and it made Kindle bob her head against him a scant few millimetres. With a shudder, Keith redoubled his grip on her ear and the back of her head, and then drew his hips, before grinding forwards in a slow, eager thrust, sinking that stiff cock back and forth in her little muzzle.

Immediately, Kindle's blush redoubled, and she stared up at him with wide red eyes, her ears perking up, quivering intently. Hher paws gripped at his hip helplessly, and she almost went cross-eyed as she tried to stare at the comparatively huge cock burying in her little muzzle.

“You like that?" Keith asked with a breathless chuckle, staring down at the braixen.

Kindle flushed even deeper, her cheeks burning with such heat that Keith could feel it turning the skin on his wrist red, and she gave an urgent little nod that translated to a bob on his cock.

It was Keith's turn to shudder, and he stared down at Kindle, his eyes narrowing lustfully. “I'll fuck your muzzle, then," he purred, redoubling his grasp between her ears, lightly tugging her muzzle down against him as he started to grind forwards. His stiff cock buried in her muzzle over and over again, very quickly forming a rhythm, stuffing himself in her comparatively small mouth with eager thrusts while deliberately pulling her into the motions, muzzlefucking the little braixen.

Kindle's eyes widened at this treatment, and she huffed an extremely hot exhalation against his shirt, her ears flattening back fully, out of the way, and her tail urgently beating back and forth, his little paws scrabbling at his hips. She stared from his cock, up to his face, and then back again, her heavy breathing accelerating in pace and intensity as she watched him eagerly fuck her muzzle. He leaned over her, and started to thrust harder and faster, and Kindly groaned around him, one of her paws drifting from his hips, sliding down over her own belly.

Keith's hips tipped a little too far forwards, and Kindle gagged on him, her eyes widening.

Immediately, Keith drew back, almost clearing his cock from her muzzle. “Fuck, so-" he started, but Kindle leaned forwards and wrapped her arm around his hips, urging him back into her mouth, straining to sink back down over him, eagerly bobbing her head.

“Fuuuck…" Keith groaned at her eagerness, grasping her head again and then starting to thrust once more, grinding in powerfully but being careful to dip his hips so he didn't make her gag again. Kindle's paw slipped down her form even further, and she started to groan muffledly around his cock as her paw disappeared between her thighs, quite obviously rubbing at her heated little cunny.

Kindle was bobbing with him now, obviously a fast learner, pushing her muzzle down under her own power, and Keith's hand between her ears was more of a helpful suggestion guiding her motions rather than forming them. She drew back with a soft gasp and an inhale, paw furiously grinding between her thighs, and stared up at him hungrily, holding the head of his cock in her muzzle and suckling at him powerfully, tongue grinding against him.

“N-not so fucking rough!" Keith hissed as she suckled too hard, causing an unpleasant sensation. He punished her by grasping her tightly and then grinding his cock back in to her muzzle to where he thought her limit was.

Kindle countered by pushing her nose into his crotch, and their combined motion sank his cock into her throat.

Keith and Kindle froze, and Kindle stared up at him, eyes wide, pupils seeming to constrict as her impossibly tight throat spasmed around his cock. She gagged around him, swallowing furiously, her tongue curling up against the base of his cock on reflex as she tried to deal with this intrusion into her throat, before she suddenly drew back with a shuddering gasp, saliva spilling from her lips and tears in her eyes.

“I am so fucking sorry," Keith said in a rush, trying to drop down to one knee to check on the braixen.

But Kindle had other plans.

Blinking the tears away, Kindle lunged forwards, paws grasping his hips intently and muzzle burying back around him. She didn't sink over him all the way again, instead pausing before he breached her throat once more, and she started to bob her head shallowly on him, grinding her tongue down the length of his underside urgently.

“F-fine…" Keith stammered breathlessly, his hips stirring towards the shallow bobs of Kindle's muzzle on reflex. Her muzzle was starting to heat up, and the temperature was becoming noticeable, and it was making him throb harder and more intently. He had to cum soon or he was risking being burned. “If that's what you want, I'll cum in your fucking mouth."

Kindle's ears perked up at him, stiff and quivering with the intensity she was listening to him, her eyes widening and cheeks burning with a heat so intense that he fancied he could feel it inside her mouth. She froze, like a startled stantler, her tail giving urgent, quivering twitches back and forth.

Keith grunted slightly, rocking his hips against her muzzle to encourage her to bob, but she was completely unresponsive, just breathing heavily through her nose, sending hot exhalations of almost scalding air against his lower stomach. “Kindle, move or I'm going to muzzlefuck you!"

Kindle swallowed thickly around him, her tongue hesitantly coming back in to play around his cock, and she distractedly gave a single bob, back and forth, red eyes staring up at him, lust-stricken. Her paw was back between her thighs, and she was rubbing herself urgently, a stick trail of her liquids steaming on her inner thighs in the cool air of the room.

“Fuck!" Keith hissed angrily, his hands finding the back of her ears again, holding her head tightly as he adjusted his stance and then started to hammer shallow, urgent thrusts right into her mouth!

Kindle's eyes widened again, and she stifled a gasp and a groan around his cock, the paw between her thighs going into overdrive, her ears trying to flatten down against his grasp. She made no attempt to stop him, and Keith was gratified—and more than a little aroused—when she tilted her head to the side and ground her tongue against him during his thrusts.

Staring down at her, Keith started to hump faster and harder, carefully locking his hips so he didn't end up stuffing it down her throat again, but feeling that urgent tickle in the pit of his stomach demanding that he grind as deep and hard as he could get.

“Yes—Kindle!—fuck!—Gonna—make—a—fucking—mess—of—you!" Keith hissed, punctuating each of his thrusts with a new word of encouragement to the braixen. Kindle's ears were flattened back fully now, and she was starting to quiver, her free paw grasping in spasmodic bursts against his hips while she furiously masturbated with her other, her tail urgently flicking back and forth in time with his thrusts.

Keith finally, finally hit his limit, grinding deep in the braixen's muzzle over and over again before pushing his cock firmly against the back of her muzzle, holding there with a snarl of triumph as his first eager splash of spunk pumped right over the back of her throat!

Kindle's eyes went wide and round again, and she stared up at him unblinkingly, seemingly frozen as his eager gushes thickly splashed the back of her throat. His hips jerked and ground into her muzzle, and she gagged for a moment, a heavy rush of human spunk spilling from the corners of her muzzle and down her chin. She wasn't even swallowing, just standing there dumbstruck as he pumped his load right into the back of her muzzle. Very quickly, her little mouth was overwhelmed, and she started to gag, so Keith swiftly drew his hips back, tugging himself from her muzzle and then starting to urgently stroke himself off over her vividly blushing face.

Eager strings of human cum splashed over her muzzle and face, coating her fur in a sticky lattice of creamy mess. He deliberately grasped the back of her head again, tugging her in against him as he pushed his spurting cock against her lips. Kindle whimpered, but opened up for him, presenting a muzzle already drowning in human spunk for his last few spurts, coating directly over her tongue and causing more of his sticky load to spill down the sides of her jaws.

Kindle stared up at him, eyes wide and cum slowly dripping down her cheeks. Keith met her gaze, giving a slow stirring grind into her mouth, before drawing back, slipping his cock free of her muzzle. It was dripping with a mixture of his cum and Kindle's rapidly-cooling saliva, and left a messy string of cum connecting his tip to her bottom lip.

Blushing deeply, kindle looked away, and then swallowed, seeming to pause for a moment as she mulled over the taste. The earnest flick of her tail increased in speed and intensity, and the heat radiating from her became even more intense.

Keith stood over her, his cock twitching slowly in his post-orgasmic euphoria, and he watched the braixen lick her lips, her tongue leaving a messy swath of cum in its wake. She stared up at Keith, looking at him towering over her, and her paw drifted back between her thighs, hidden from his viewpoint by her 'skirt' of fur, but he could clearly surmise that she was returning to masturbating.

With a sly little grin, Keith hunched down, grasping the braixen's wrists. She protested and huffed up at him, her face dripping with his spunk, the digits of her right paw slick with her own moisture.

“You like that, huh?" Keith asked, holding her gaze.

Kindle flushed again, and she averted her gaze, biting her lower lip, slick with his cum.

“Oh, there's all the evidence I need already," Keith added with a smirk. He released her wrists, and then hooked an arm around her rump lifting her bodily off the floor at the same time as he swiped her stick from where it was laying beside her. Kindle hooked her arms around his neck with a slight noise of annoyance and worry, but her trip was short-lived as Keith set her down on the preparation table. Right on the edge of it. Her knees were hooked over the rounded edges, and it put her at a comparable height to his own. He dropped the stick beside her, taking a moment to notice the rough texture. He had been planning to use it on her as a sex toy, but her stick with forked at one end, and really rather coarse. Any cursory examination of the physics behind using it as a sex toy resulted in the idea being discarded.

Keith shifted to lean over her, fists resting on the table on either side of her little body, his nose almost touching her own. Kindle leaned backwards on reflex, her eyes widening and tail starting to flick with urgent fervour back and forth between her legs, the heat radiating off her becoming more pronounced. She smiled at him anxiously, ears flattening back, cheeks burning with heat, paws fidgeting in her lap.

With a smirk, Keith hooked one hand around her knee, and the other placed palm-down on her little chest. He lifted her knee, and pushed down on her chest at the same time, pushing the reluctant braixen over onto her back and also spreading her with the motion. A faint protest was the only thing Kindle gave, and it was a half-hearted one at that, petering off into an embarrassed hiss and mumble as Keith lifted her knee and then spread her thighs for her, getting the first good look between her thighs.

Kindle's outer lips were soaked and glistening with her own moisture. There were visible smears of liquid around the outer lips, coating the black fur and flesh in a sheen that gave clear indication of where her own digits had spread the mess. The poor braixen was so turned out that Keith could see her inner flesh, a glimpse of glistening pink just begging to be exposed further.

A gasp fell from Kindle's trembling muzzle and she lifted her knees up on reflex as Keith reached between her thighs and cupped the scalding heat of her cunt with his fingertips. The furnace heat of her insides were very noticeable against his fingertips. Her soft outer lips, pliable and plump, parted easily, the flesh there warm, but not too hot. But the heat from her core was impossible to miss the closer his fingers got to that slick pink inner flesh. It was definitely on the verge of causing physical injury.

“Kindle, calm down," Keith hissed, parting his fingers on either side of that heated cunny, spreading her a little with the pressure, and feeling the heat radiating from between his fingers. “I'm not a pokemon, you'll burn the fuck out of me."

Kindle scrunched up her muzzle, her ears flattening back against the table. She lifted her little paws to her face, covering her eyes and muzzle for a long moment, huffing deep breaths between her paws. Her tail gave agitated flicks back and forth, bumping against Keith's hip in urgent spasms, and the heat between her thighs started to slowly dial back.

Keith waited, watching her intently, sliding his palm up to rest over her lower belly, just above that black-furred cunny, feeling the heat she was putting off. It was like an electric blanket, so incredibly warm and inviting, with the underlying heat so very noticable the more firmly he pressed.

After several long, calming moments, Kindle finally relaxed her paws, her face burning with heat as she looked down at him, ears perking up hopefully.

Keith surprised her by pressing a hand between her thighs again, and this time, two fingers sought out her heated entrance with unerring accuracy, and she yelped in surprise, her knees and thighs closing around his touch.

With a grunt at the tightening of her thighs, Keith slipped his free hand between her knees, and then forced kindle's thighs open again, smirking down at her. He ground his two fingers against her, feeling that incredibly tight, heated entrance to open up for the firm, insistent press of his digits, spreading her open and sinking inside to the soft gasp and arch of the braixen.

Kindle's little paws reached down to try and grasp his wrist, but Keith snatched her wrist in his free hand, pinning it to her hand. He stared down at her, leaning over her a little further and turning his hand over so that he could bury the two fingers in her to the knuckle, his fingertips stirring deep inside her. Immediately, she tensed up against, the muscles of her stomach noticeable convulsing, and that tight, squeezing, slick cunny clenched around his fingertips, right near the tip, squeezing down with such eager force that he couldn't bend his fingers within her if he tried.

Keith couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, feeling his cock stiffening almost urgently as he tried to imagine what that would feel like if he was fully inside her. It took a moment or two of gentle wiggling before Kindle's muscles unknitted enough that he could bend his fingers, and he immediately drew them back and then buried them inside her once again to keep the poor braixen guessing about what was coming next.

Kindle's free paw flew to her muzzle again in a startled yelp, and she stared at the ceiling with wide eyes as tight flesh cinched down around the fingers buried in her. Keith just ground his palm against her again, curling his fingers, and she tightened down on him once more, squeezing urgently around his fingertips while a thin trickle of her liquids started to drop down over her tailbase.

“B-brai!" Kindle quivered, one of her legs lifting to rest on his shoulder, pressing down on reflex with such force that it almost made Keith have to drop to one knee. In retaliation, he started to thrust his fingers deep inside her, over and over again, sliding back a few inches and then grinding them deep inside her once more. A slick rush her liquids had coated his fingers already, and he could feel her temperature rising higher and higher with each motion of his fingers.

With a smirk, Keith released the hand on her paw, and instead slid it down over her soft belly, resting it just above where his fingers were buried in the bubblegum pink braixen cunt. He gave her a solid two seconds to catch her breath, and then deliberately slipped the thumb of his left hand down to rub at the apex of her little cunny in an eager rhythm with his fingers buried inside her.

Kindle's entire body arched, and she yelped to the ceiling, eyes wide, ears flattening back fully and her back lifting off the table. Her legs kicked and twitched, and she got one of them between their bodies, threatening to kick Keith away with the reflexive motions. Keith managed to nimbly evade her spasmodic jerks though, and angled it so that her kick skimmed off his side, even as the braixen's entire body tensed and convulsed and she have a heated snarl at the ceiling as she came.

If her squeezing before had been intense, this was nothing short of phenomenal. Her inner flesh squeezed down around him from his fingertips to his knuckles, and a slick rush of braixen juices spilled from her, coating the entire length of the two digits buried within her. A wild flash of heat passed down from her core, all the way to her outer lips, and he felt like it might actually cause physical harm to him unless he pulled his fingers out of her. But she was squeezing so tightly that even with the slick lubrication of her incredibly hot liquids, Keith wasn't physically capable of pulling his fingers out of her. It was like a rhythmically-clenching fist of hot silk holding his fingers in a heated, wet vice-grip, and the sensation of her inner flesh milking around his digits had his libido demanding that he experience the sensation around his cock, no matter the risks.

With a grunt, Keith finally managed to extricate his fingers from the braixen, whether by his own power or because her muscles were finally losing their grip.

Kindle quivered, her entire body seeming to slump, her tail giving weak little twitches and spasms as it hung limply off the table, and her chest rose and fell with sharp, urgent breaths, a waft of heat visibly distorting the air above her huffing, panting muzzle.

Kindle gave a weak cry of surprise as Keith gripped her hips and dragged her bodily to the edge of the table, until her rump was right at the very edge; and then he stepped between her thighs and laid his cock against her inner thigh, letting the heavy weight of it bounce against the soaked outer lips of her drooling cunt. Her gaze wandered down his form, until she was looking over her own belly to where that stiff, heavy human cock was pressed right up between her thighs, and her eyes widened, her blush deepening. Immediately, her body temperature started to rise again, and her tailtip started to give urgent, rapid flicks back and forth.

“Kindle… Kindle!" Keith said, snapping his fingers in front of the braixen's nose to force her to drag her crimson, wide-eyed stare away from the cock grinding against her. “You need to calm down," Keith pointed out once she had looked up at him.

With a faint huff, Kindle lifted her paws to her muzzle, biting down on a digit, ears splaying back as she fretted at it for a few long moments. She stared up at him, holding his gaze, before averting her gaze again, huffing. After a few more moments, she seemed to still herself, her breathing evenly out, and the raging furnace heat so dangerously close against the underside of Keith's cock began to cool to something more sane.

And then Kindle's gaze wandered back over him, back down over his chest, and to where that stiff cock was grinding against her, just as Keith gave another slow press of his hips against her, smearing a line of her slick liquids right across his underside. Immediately, Kindle's breathing picked up speed once more, and her eyes widened, her tail resuming its urgent flicks and that rolling heat returning with force.

“Fuck it," Keith mumbled, adjusting his stance to press the stiff tip of his cock to that black-furred entrance. Kindle's eyes bulged, and she gave voice to a stammered protest far too late, as Keith's tip slid the first half-inch inside her, muscling open her tight entrance, spreading soft black lips apart until silky-smooth, heated pink flesh hugged his tip. Her little paws lifted to push against his chest, and her legs lifted and jerked in surprise, her cheeks burning brightly as she felt the head of his cock sink past her resistance and force her open.

Heat assaulted Keith's tip, in potent, squeezing bands of molten wentess. There seemed to be 'degrees' of heat within her, and as he edges further within, a new band of even more intense heat would greet him, along with the tight, urgent grasp of Kindle's straining muscles clenching around him intently.

“B-brai!" Kindle protested, more intently this time, pushing her paws against his chest in a weak attempt to stall his progress. Keith felt her straining against him with her paws, but more importantly those incredibly tight inner muscles, clenching around him in fitful protest, and so he stopped, looming over her and waiting for her to adjust.

Waves of incredible heat continued to assault Keith's cock as Kindle shuddered and threw her head back, paws lifting to clutch the base of her own ears and her hips giving an urgent roll against him. She huffed, the air above her muzzle distorting with the temperature of her exhalation, before her paws returned to his chest, grasping and squeezing at the front of his shoulders urgently while her tight flesh squeezed and coaxed around him so perfectly.

“Brai! B-brai!" Kindle stammered, her knees hugging tight to his hips and then relaxing, before tensing once more and grinding against him urgently. Keith took the opportunity to edge forwards another half-inch, burying almost halfway inside the incredibly tight braixen, and she tensed all over, her entire form seeming to curl in on itself. Her paws pressed down to her belly, clutching at where his cock was buried inside her, her hips jerking in fervent protest. “Brai!"

“I'm not that big," Keith protested at her words, smirking down at her breathlessly. “You're just tiny… and tight. You wanted this!"

“B-brai!" Kindle weakly countered, paws tensing against his chest.

Keith slowly stirred his hips against her, and then drew back carefully, pausing with just his tip buried inside her. “Are you having second thoughts? Do you want me to stop?" he asked carefully, staring down at her intently.

“Brai!" Kindle immediately stammered, lunging uping and wrapping her paws around his shoulders, her legs grasping around his hips and pulling him in tight against her so that he couldn't pull away.

Keith felt himself tugged against her by her powerful legs, and immediately, two thirds of his cock were stuffed inside the little braixen, forcing her to spread around his girth while incredibly hot, soft inner flesh squished around him ina heated, wet embrace.

“F-fuck!" Keith hissed, toes clenching in his shoes and his back arching on reflex at the intense heat assaulting the head of his cock, while Kindle gave a high-pitched yelp and pushed her paws intently against his chest, head thrown back and mouth wide open.

“E-eager little fox, aren't you?" Keith tried to tease, drawing back an inch or two to try and give himself time to cool off, quite literally, as the constant heat around his tip was almost unbearable.

Kindle's gaze snapped to him, and she shuddered, her entire form tense and quivering, paws shifting to grasp his shoulders again, her ankles tugging at him lightly. When he took too long to bury back inside her, her legs tightened, and her ankles pulled her against him, even as she held him in a heated stare, red eyes staring into his own lustfully.

Keith hissed as he was drawn deeper inside the braixen by her grip, and one of his hands reached down to hold her slender hip, his hips stirring against her on reflex and grinding a little deeper within her. Kindle arched up at the increased depth, and had a look on her face for a moment that Keith recognized distinctly. She wanted to bite something.

With a shudder, Keith angled further forwards, and ground a little deeper inside the little fox, making her clench around him even tighter and quiver against him, her tail urgently swiping back and forth against each of his thighs in turn. Inhaling to steady himself for the heat he was about to experience, Keith hooked one hand under Kindle's 'knee and pressed down on her other thigh with his free hand, deliberately lifting her knee and spreading her thighs wide, giving him the space to angle the bulk of his hips between the gap of her comparative narrow thighs and grind himself even deeper inside her.

Kindle snarled as he sank deeper, now so very deep inside her that only a single inch of his cock wasn't buried inside her molten core. Even the liquids dropping from around his embedded cock were so hot that Keith expected to hear them hiss as they hit the cool floor, and there were waves of heat that radiated from her belly and washed down over his cock in a predictable rhythm. Kindle's thighs started to tense and close on reflex, but Keith forced her to hold them open with his grasp, deliberately applying more pressure as her reflexive spasm tried to close it and edge him out of her.

“F-fuck!" Keith hissed, having to lean over her, almost faltering with how very hot she was inside.

“Brai!" Kindle hissed her demand, before nipping his shoulder intently.

The message was clear.

Fuck me.

With a grunt, Keith drew his hips back, feeling delightfully cool air rushing around his aching cock, the slick braixen juices cooling rapidly, only for him to sink back inside with a powerful heave of his hips, pushing his pelvis against her outer thighs, in an eager thrust so deep that it was only her thighs pressing against his hips that stopped him going balls-deep. And then he drew back a few inches and lunged back inside her again.

Kindle arched against the table, giving an ecstatic snarl of delight to the ceiling, her legs tightening around Keith intently, unintentionally stopping him from getting any deeper with the tension in her deceptively powerful leg muscles.

Growling intently, Keith hooked his arms under her knees, pressing them forwards with all of his strength, until Kindle finally relented and allowed him to move her as he pleased. He drew her knees up towards her chest, spreading her legs enough that her thighs were no longer blocking him, and then started to thrust into her blazingly-hot, squeezing cunt with rapid, eager thrusts.

Kindle threw her head back again, ears flattening fully and claws tearing at his shirt, her hips eagerly jerking against his motions, trying to get him deeper, even as tight inner flesh clenched and ground and squeezed around him in protest to his getting any deeper. Each of his powerful thrusts brought a heated yelp to her muzzle, half-pleasure, half-pain, while her internal temperature started to spike even higher.

With a grunt, Keith relinquished her right leg and snatched up her stick, quickly turning it sideways and pressing it into Kindle's muzzle like a gag. She immediately took the opportunity to bite down on it, teeth scoring the edges of it with an eager growl and snarl muffled around its curves. She tried to hold her leg up so as not to impede Keith's continued eager humps deep inside her, but without his grasp around her leg helping, it was incredibly difficult. In just a few thrusts, Kindle lost concentration, her leg falling to the side and paws squeezing around his shoulders with intense eagerness, her teeth digging into the stick with an ominous crack.

Keith had to try twice to recapture Kindle's leg, but when he did, he drew it back up, holding her legs up and spread so he could grind deep, deep inside her, stiff cock spreading that soft, molten inner flesh wide around him. Each deep grind of his hips caused another welling of her slick liquids to spill from around his cock, leaving the entirety of her tailbase and inner thighs wet with her own arousal.

Kindle was starting to arch against him harder and more urgently, hips trying to push up towards him, her legs twitching as she fought the urge to wrap them back around him. Keith's eager, hammering thrusts were getting more urgent, especially as Kindle started to tense and curl beneath him, biting down on the stick harder and harder. Her insides were getting even hotter. The depths of her snug little pussy were like velvet, moist magma. The amount of heat radiating from her deepest reaches was harsh and potent and only getting more so as she was pushed closer to orgasm!

With his need to blow a load in the braixen and her spiralling internal temperature both urging him to get this over and done with quickly, Keith started to fuck her with rough, wild humps, his hips grinding into her own as he actively started to try and get the last stiff inch of his throbbing cock inside her. Her tight cunt bulged with his girth, spread wide by his eager thrusts, slick liquids spilling from her in an unending dribble as he fucked her hard.

With a heated groan, Keith shifted the braixen's position, lifting one of her legs up onto his shoulder, freeing up one of his hands. It let him hook his arm around her hips, lifting them up even as he continued to pound her, splaying her thighs wide for him with his other hand grasping behind her knee, letting him angle his thrusts down into the braixen, allowing him to get that last half-inch inside her as he started to hit his final strokes.

Kindle's entire form quivered and she seemed to freeze as Keith lunged down and buried himself to the hilt inside her, his hips thudding powerfully against her own. His cock was pressed against a wall of heat inside her, crammed right up against her deepest barrier, filling the braixen to the absolute limit, and his tip had thudded directly against her deepest reaches with his thrust.

Crunch!

The stick clattered to the table in two pieces and then fell to the floor as Kindle bit it in half, her claws digging into Keith's shoulders so tightly that he felt his arms going numb. Her entire body spasmed, and her insides grew several degrees hotter instantly as powerful muscles within that tight, squeezing channel started to clench and grasp at him in orgasm.

Keith tensed up against her as waves of heat flowed down over his cock, and he gasped, trying to pull back, but Kindle's powerful muscles were holding him in that same tight grip they'd had on his fingers. Powerful inner muscles squeezing around the midpoint of his cock, clenching around it so tightly that he felt the blood in the end of his cock throbbing and pulsing to escape. And then, her tight inner depths started to milk him.

Those eager muscles deep inside her clenched and convulsed around him, drawing upwards towards the molten core of her body in milking, rhythmic squeezes, urgently trying to coax out his load.

Keith's legs buckled, and he fell against the table, hands grasping at it for balance as he gasped and tensed against her, grinding and stirring his hips against her wantonly before he gasped and shuddered and started to pump eager bursts of comparatively cool human spunk deep inside her.

Kindle's eyes widened at the sensation of cum splashing almost directly against her cervix, and it set off some primal need in her, her entire body tensing and quivering rigidly as her orgasm redoubled in strength. Her insides milked him madly, clenching and tugging and squeezing around him, eagerly coaxing out those heavy bursts to splash against the deepest walls of her body while she let out a positively feral snarl at the ceiling.

Keith was given no break from the wickedly intense stimulation from Kindle's urgently-milking depths around him, demanding every last drop of his spunk splash deep inside her. He strained against her, gasping, feeling the air around them burning so hot that it felt like he wasn't inhaling when he tried to suck in air. He ground his hips against her urgently, trying to fight against her tightness to free himself from her wildly clenching body so he could have some reprieve from the intense sensations, but Kindle wrapped her legs around him again, holding him tight to her with a yelp of delight, grinding her hips against him relentlessly, dragging every last spurt of his essence from him.

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Jasmine's attention was dragged forcefully away from her phone by Kindle's paw grasping at her wrist, urgently tugging her towards the now-open door of the room that she had forcefully been ejected from (and subsequently locked out of) a half hour previously.

It took her a few seconds to register what was happening, and she huffed in annoying. “What? Are you d...."

Jasmine trailed off, finally taking in the scene before her.

Kindle had slammed the door behind them, and the braixen was covered in cum! It was very clearly spunk splashed over her lips and face, with an even more visible amount of it dripping down her inner thighs, stark against the white fur. The prone form of Keith, the 'holistic masseur' was crumbled and prone on the floor, evidently passed out, with no pants on and a messy, half-flaccid cock visibly flopped against his thigh, covered in mingled liquids. Kindle's stick was broken in half and was sitting on the floor on either side of the table.

Jasmine lifted her phone immediately to call the police, tapping in the emergency number.

Kindle growled and grabbed her wrist however, plucking the phone from her grasp and dancing away, shaking her head rapidly. “Brai! Brai! Braixen!"

“What?!" Jasmine asked, staring at her, to the unconscious man on the floor, and then back again. “He… he molested you! Let me call the police!"

“Braien! Brai-xen! Brai!" Kindle explained in a hurried rush, paws crossing over her chest, holding the phone securely where her trainer couldn't get it.

“What do you mean you wanted this?!" Jasmine asked incredulously.

“Braixen!" Kindle repeated, stamping her foot.

Jasmine stared at her, confused. “You, molested, him?"

Kindle nodded rapidly, and then pointed at the prone form of Keith. “Braixen!"

“I don't... What the fuck," Jasmine breathed.

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Keith groaned as he started to come around, and a cup of water was pushed against his face. He instinctively sought it, lifting weak arms to wrap around it and taking grateful mouthfuls of the water, spilling a decent amount of it down his front.

After a few weak swallows, Keith managed to open his eyes. Everything felt heavy and difficult. “What…?" he mumbled, staring up at the concerned faces of both Jasmine and Kindle.

Kindle was still wearing a mask of his cum, and was quite obviously recently thoroughly fucked.

Oh no.

“I can explain," Keith started to say thickly.

“No, no you cannot," Jasmine said shortly, offering him the cup again. “Drink."

Keith groaned, but drank more water, closing his eyes until the room stopped spinning. “What happened? I don't… remember…"

That was definitely a lie. Keith remembered going balls deep in Kindle, but everything after that was hazy.

“Kindle says you passed out. 'Sexual exhaustion', her words, not mine."

Keith grimaced, looking up at the light and then immediately looking away as it hurt his eyes. “Yeah, that tracks."

“You're not a masseur, are you?" Jasmine asked flatly.

Keith gave a slightly anxious chuckle at that. “Is it that obvious?"

“Very much so, especially when my pokemon ran into the hallway covered in your… stuff."

Keith winced, looking up sharply. “Did anyone see her?"

“Not closely… I don't think," Jasmine said dismissively. “So what, you use being a masseur as a cover to seduce pokemon?"

“Hey, Kindle is the one that wanted me all alone," Keith said defensively, frowning at Jasmine.

Kindle nodded firmly. “Brai!" she confirmed.

“She said that," Jasmine admitted, frowning deeply. “I… didn't beleive her."

“You saw her, she was all over me!" Keith protested weakly.

Jasmine arched an eyebrow. “No, I didn't much notice."

Keith resisted the urge to point out that she would have if she looked up from her phone for more than ten seconds at a time. “She saw me with… another pokemon the other day. I guess she wanted what that pokemon was having."

“This isn't even the first competition pokemon you've fucked?!" Jasmine blurted.

Keith gave a slightly anxious laugh. “No, actually. Though I don't usually have them come after me like Kindle did."

“The Kindle knows what she wants," Jasmine admitted, sounding bemused.

“I'm sorry if I offended you or something," Keith said, trying to get his legs underneath him and failing, giving a little huff. “I didn't mean to… intrude. I was going to just… uh… satisfy her and then clean her up and send her back to you all nice and happy!"

Jasmine turned to stare at Kindle, and Kindle took great interest in the broken half of her stick, inspecting it closely.

“You know if you were feeling that antsy, I could have put you in a breeding centre for a while," Jasmine said quietly.

Kindle wrinkled her nose.

“I think she more has a thing for humans," Keith offered carefully.

“A thing for... humans?" Jasmine asked doubtfully.

“In my experience, it's not actually that uncommon. I actually spent all last night on a contract fucking a luxray that has a thing for humans." Keith's tone was blunt and honest.

Jasmine gave him a long stare, and then turned to look at Kindle, who was carefully trying to fit the two halves of her stick back together, even though they were clearly never going to fit together again.

“So…" Jasmine gave an awkward look towards Keith and then back to her braixen. “Do I pay you?"

Keith shrugged his shoulders, trying to pull himself back into a more seated position. “Maybe? I don't know. I don't usually fuck pokemon for money… errr… unless it's on camera."

“On camera?!" Jasmine blurted.

Keith nodded. “That's my job," he admitted with a strained laugh. “But I was uh… satisfying Kindle because I was interested in it, not just because I thought I'd get paid."

“Strange…" Jasmine said, looking away pointedly. She offered Keith her hand. “C'mon, see if you can stand up."

Keith took her hand, and with her help, managed to get pulled into a standing position. “Urf… I overdid it, I think."

Jasmine looked at Kindle sideways, her eyes lingering on the mess in the braixen's fur. “I'll say."

“I better get her cleaned up," Keith offered.

“No, I'll do it," Jasmine said quickly. “I need to have… a talk with her any how."

“Oh, uh, well okay then. I'm just going to lay on the floor until I can feel my legs again," Keith said carefully dropping to his knees and then rolling onto his side.

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Jasmine and Kindle disappeared into the connected bathroom, so that Jasmine could clean Keith's spunk from the braixen's fur. Keith spent most of the time trying to get upright and more conscious, but couldn't help but hear pointed questions from the trainer asking Kindle

Jasmine was mostly curious about Kindle's interest in humans, and Keith got the gist of most of it, even though he could only coherently understand one side of the conversation.

“So do you… like my boyfriend?" Jasmine asked quietly.

“Braixen…" Kindle responded with a muffled, quiet, almost embarrassed affirmative.

There was a long pause, and then a murmur so quiet that Keith could barely hear it:

“Do you think… should I get you two together?"

Keith didn't hear the response, but could only assume it was an affirmative. After a few more minutes, Jasmine and Kindle emerged from the bathroom, Kindle now with clean fur.

Keith had managed to pull himself into a sitting position, and he was feeling much more awake and alert. Fiona's warnings about overdoing it with pokemon were echoing loud in his ears.

“Oh, got it all sorted out?" Keith asked as casually as he could manage.

“We talked it out," Jasmine said smartly, reaching in to her pocket to pull out a wallet, offering Keith a neat stack of bills.

“You… don't have to," Keith said awkwardly.

“You gave my pokemon a service, I'm paying you for it," Jasmine stated simply.

Keith reluctantly took the money, before realising that he was still naked from the waist down. He snatched his pants up, putting them in his lap and then inserting the bills into one of the pockets.

“Do you have a business card?" Jasmine asked quietly.

Keith looked up, and blinked once, giving a chuckle. “Oh, no actually. Just, uh, call up Violet Enterprises and ask to be put in contact with 'Keith'."

“Oh, okay... Keith," Jasmine said pointedly. “I'll keep you in mind next time Kindle has… needs."

Kindle smiled at him, and blow him a kiss.

“If I'm around! I move around a lot," Keith responded apologetically.

“We'll have to see then," Jasmine said, already pulling up her phone and clicking away.

“It was uh… a pleasure doing business with you," Keith said lamely.

“Oh I'm sure it was," Jasmine said with the faintest of giggles. She looked up from her phone a moment, to peer down at Kindle, before turning the phone and holding it against the side of her head. As she pulled open the door to leave, Keith heard one side of her conversation.

“Heeeey… So, Simon, have I introduced you to my braixen, Kindle, yet?"